864: Chapter 195: Shaman of Divine Songs_3 864: Chapter 195: Shaman of Divine Songs_3 The Overlord of Piegel was actually the most devout sacrificer?
All the sacrificers who witnessed this miracle were at a loss for words.
Not only were these sacrificers puzzled, but perhaps all the sacrificers from Sabak Royal City who participated in the Olympic Festival could not understand either.
As the capital of the Bimon Kingdom, although the population of races had significantly decreased, the grandeur of a great country was still clearly reflected in Sabak Royal City, with its nearly thirty ters tall twin city gates embellished with relief sculptures of two war gods clasping swords, imbued with a classical style.
The architecture both inside and outside the entire royal city could only be described as magnificent.
To anyone, it was an object of awe for its grandiosity and vigor.
Here, whether it was Gothic style buildings, Charolais style buildings, do buildings filled with desert charm, or Renaissance-style open-air buildings, they could be seen everywhere in Sabak Royal City.
Located in the northwest of the Donau Wasteland, and less than five hundred kiloters away from the Taklamago Desert, the natural environnt here had already developed into a weathered karst landscape.
The desertified surface was covered with low-growing thorny shrubs and jujube bushes, while the red leaf poplars and untad palm trees stood tall on either side of the flat stone roads.
This ancientness, ford by the passage of ti, added a certain heaviness to Beamon’s royal capital.
To welco the Olympic Sacrificial Festival, the enthusiasm of the entire Sabak City had been fully ignited at this mont.
The city was decorated with lights and colors, and unlike other cities, the ordinary Beamon residents of the capital wore an unmistakable pride on their faces, an inherent superiority that made all Sabak residents unexcitable.
If it were in any other Beamon city, a minor Noble of Piegel like Piegel Liu, walking on the street with a human mage, would surely cause much whispering, but such a situation had never happened in Sabak.
Indeed, there was no need for alarm.
mbers of most races from the Aegean Continent could be seen on the streets of Sabak Royal City, and even the vendors and custors buying goods along the clean, crisp stone streets exuded a sense of calm.
The “Rhine Star” Gladiator Arena was the venue for this sacrificial Olympic event.
Its annual sacrificial festival and the finals of the Golden Gladiator attracted a certain renown throughout the Aegean Continent.
The organizers responsible for receiving the competing sacrificers were clearly divided into several factions: temples, major families, and the military, each setting up their respective reception areas in War God Plaza beside the “Rhine Star” Gladiator Arena.
Other than liaising with their own people, these reception areas were clearly designed to attract young talents; after all, besides the official representatives at the Olympic Sacrificial Festival, there were also Beamon sacrificers from various small altars and young civilian sacrificers registered to compete.
The odds of these civilian forces winning were almost laughable, but the potential of young sacrificers was limitless, and attracting them might not be a bad thing.
Besides these competing sacrificers, there were also many sacrificers from other places who ca to watch the ceremony, gathering nearly six hundred sacrificers of varying levels in War God Plaza, along with their followers, making the entire square chaotic.
Sacrificers who arrived late like the Swan High Priest and Piegel Liu were indeed in the minority.
Most sacrificers had arrived about a week earlier, and so even a month earlier.
Swan High Priest Lord Mourinho, one of the judges of this Olympic Festival, had politely parted ways with dusa and the Feilengcui Lord after entering the city.
As soone who had planned to receive guests, White Tiger Priest Bog Camp had already arranged comfortable accommodations for the Feilengcui faction’s sacrificers in an inn-style tavern near War God Plaza, which he had long since booked.
However, suddenly the Feilengcui Lord transford into the Shaman of Divine Songs, which left White Tiger Priest Bog Camp a bit confused.
After arranging for several mbers of the Taige Clan Tiger Man to settle the Feilengcui Lord’s party, White Tiger Priest also hurried to the Sabak Temple to report the situation to Patriarch Brut.
The entourage that accompanied Piegel Liu to Sabak Royal City, besides the warriors, included a two hundred-strong trade delegation.
Luckily, due to White Tiger Priest Bog Camp’s generous arrangents, the booked tavern had front and rear sections, spacious enough to accommodate so many people and horses.
The pubs around War God Plaza were already bustling with noise, mixing luxury and extravagance.
The music of bards accompanied by guitar strings flowed quietly long before nightfall.
These bards included not only Beamon’s Hippopotamus Poets but also a significant number of human bards.
Each year, at this ti, wanderlust bards could always find plenty of material and inspiration for their creations at this grand event.
At the sa ti, many human trade organizations could be seen setting up signs outside various pubs, offering high salaries for Beamon sacrificers to join them.
The advantages of Beamon Saint Altar Sacrificers in combat were clear to even the dullest individual, but these humans faced real difficulties in recruiting Beamon sacrificers.
Having nothing better to do, Piegel Liu took his entourage for a stroll around War God Plaza.
The emblems on their chests, representing inherent Soul Singers with Thorn Bird crests, Puppet Masters with Golden Figures, Dragon Sacrificers, and Fire Crane,—were too conspicuous.
As soon as they entered the city, Piegel Liu and Helen had covered their Star Robes with cloaks.
This stroll did not cause much of an uproar, at most causing a stir as people gasped at the breathtaking beauty of Helen, Moer, and the young nun.
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