You call this the god of etiquette?

156 The Fall
"Olivia" is crying!

This most important city in the "Warm Sea Breeze" church under the God of the Xuefeng is suffering from an unprecedented natural disaster!
Dark clouds were gathering and the wind was howling.

The ground cracked and gravel rolled.

A somber scene.

The piercing alarm bell of "Olivia" rang throughout the city for only one round, and the sand and gravel pouring in from all directions formed an endless whirlpool of terror on the outskirts of the city.

woohoo-

The earth-shaking sound of the storm caused the entire "Olivia" to become a mess.

Cries, noises, and shouts mingled together.

Warm Sea Breeze The priests on duty at the city defense stood nervously on the city wall, trying to use the power of magic to fight against this sudden and terrifying natural disaster of sand and gravel.

The chants of the gods continued together, and the power of water and wind began to blend with the blessing of the gods.

Divine spell [Sea Breeze Break]!
The waves that solidified at an extremely fast speed converged into a surging storm under the guidance of invisible air fluctuations.

Violent agitation and unstoppable!
The storm that appeared at the top of the city carried a thunderous sound and rushed toward the sand and gravel that swept across the sky and earth.

boom--

In a flash of lightning, two extreme storms collided.

boom boom-

The rioting forces fought wildly, and the continuous roar made everyone's hearts tremble!

until--

The power of [Sea Breeze Break] is completely annihilated!

Under the unbelievable gazes of the priests of Warm Sea Breeze, the majestic sand and gravel storm completely swallowed up and disintegrated [Sea Breeze Break], and struck at "Olivia" at an incredible speed.

boom--

The helpless Warm Sea Breeze priests could only watch helplessly as the sky-filled sandstorm mercilessly hit the city wall of "Olivia".

The whole city is shaking under the terrible force!
The powerful storm rolled up countless small but extremely sharp sand and stones, hitting the city wall like a violent storm.

click-

click-

The towering city walls became riddled with holes in the blink of an eye, and cracks quickly covered the thick stone walls.

Facing the sand and gravel as sharp and deadly as blades under the blessing of extraordinary power and the unstoppable cold wind that carried the sand and gravel, the solid stone wall only supported for a few minutes before being crushed and collapsed!

boom--

A huge concussion echoed throughout "Olivia".

"what!--"

"Doomsday! Doomsday!"

"Run!"

The screams spread fear, and "Olivia", which was originally in order, fell into complete chaos.

The vigilant priests in the city still want to maintain order, but in the face of this fierce sandstorm, what can they do?

All he did was give verbal warnings and comfort.

The power of the "wind" that made them extremely proud has become weaker than ever.

More importantly.

"How long will it take for Lord Wijele to come back?"

"how so!"

"Great Lord of the Wind, please protect your people!"

In the temple where the commotion outside could be clearly heard, several priests in colorful clothes were discussing anxiously.

However, no matter how hard they racked their brains, they still couldn't think of any way to deal with it.

The city lord of "Olivia" and also the apostle of the God of Xuefeng, Wijele, is still on his way back from "Belstad".

Without the presence of the apostles, the priests of Warm Sea Breeze could not immediately obtain the will of the gods, let alone have the strength to resist the disaster.

woohoo-

Finally, the sky-wide sand and gravel spread into the last pure land in the city - the Warm Sea Breeze Temple, completely submerging the entire "Olivia".

The thick sand and dust that penetrated deep into the city was not fatal, but it was enough to obscure the sight of the people of "Olivia" and make them hysterical in chaos and fear.

Eventually, this hysteria will become the food that spreads chaos and fear further afield.

The whole city was gloomy.

This is an endless hell for the living.

But it is a paradise for the people of Pustonia.

The sand people in gray robes turned into ghosts in the storm, wandering around the collapsed "Olivia".

Various bright yellow strange runic circuits on the hems of their linen robes shone brightly in the dark sand and fog.

As the energy circulated, the agitated sand and gravel seemed to turn into a docile fluid, falling feebly less than half a meter away from their robes.

Therefore, the sand people can move freely in this land that does not belong to them.

"Olivia's" resistance is not weak.

Even though their vision was blocked, the priests still performed their duties faithfully and held together for defense.

They are not fools.

All kinds of changes are pointing to the same answer - "Olivia" has been invaded!

These loyal servants of the God of the Rising Wind tried their best to prevent unknown enemies from occupying the city, but the sand people were able to accurately judge the position of the defenders through the flow of sand and gravel in the sky, while the priests who defended the city could only rely on the weak power of the wind. Got some vague clues.

This is a massacre in which the conditions between the two sides are not equal at all!

puff-

puff-

Countless sharp gravel needles instantly gathered in the sand and dust, and then penetrated like lightning through the three priests who were on guard back to back on the street.

It wasn't until the last moment before death that they sensed the enemy's arrival.

However, it was too late.

thump--

Three bodies fell to the ground almost at the same time.

There was incredible shock on the faces of the three people.

The dust has settled and everything is clear again.

But it's not because the sandfolk have lost their power to sustain the storm.

The reason why sand and gravel masking is no longer needed is simple -

All the clergy who truly had the ability to resist have been wiped out by the sand people.

The fiercest battle occurred during the attack on the temple of the God of the Sun.

But even in this most intense battle, the Sand People lost less than ten people in total.

"Olivia" had not deployed any defenses on the rocky beach behind the mountains to the south beforehand, so naturally there was no way to detect the sand people's landing.

By the time all the sand people were in place, the Warm Sea Breeze Church defending the city had actually failed.

Under the joint chanting of more than 600 Pustonian sand people, the [Wind Calling Ceremony] will set off an unstoppable storm in a very short period of time.

Devastated by the storm, the Sand People easily captured "Olivia".Rather, the warm sea breeze was able to gather more than a dozen priests in the temple in such a short period of time despite the sand and stones to mount a desperate resistance. The sand people were a little surprised at the mobility of these Siverians.

Of course, the power of a dozen priests was nothing compared to the more than 300 sand people who surrounded the temple at that time.

"Clan leader, after counting, we have a total of eleven clan members dead and nineteen injured in the entire siege."

A strange voice sounded in the streets littered with collapsed buildings and mangled corpses.

When Bustono heard the guard's report, his dark face did not change, and he nodded without sadness or joy.

It can be seen from the awed eyes of the surrounding sand people, or from the dagger on his waist that is obviously not a mortal thing and is inlaid with dazzling gems.

He is the leader of this group of sand people.

I walked back and forth along the city avenue covered with ruins, and there was no one making any noise except the marauding Sand People.

Bustono finally nodded with satisfaction and asked the guard who was following behind him step by step:
"Have all the Sivers in the city been dealt with?"

"Chief, we have searched the streets and large buildings and killed all the Siverians we saw."

"It's just." As he said this, he glanced at Bustono with some fear, "Our manpower is really limited and we haven't had time to search all the houses in the city."

Bustono frowned, but soon, his forehead relaxed again, letting the guard beside him breathe a sigh of relief:

"After all, the Siverians' city is much larger than ours, so it's normal that it's too late."

Finally, Bustono glanced at the sun that reappeared behind the dispersed dark clouds and added:
"Go and send someone to tell the soldiers to pack their things before the sun sets."

"Whether we finish it or not, we have to leave tonight!"

"Yes!" The guard respectfully stepped back and arranged for manpower.

Bustono found a house on the roadside.

There was a flash of light in his amber eyes.

call--

A strong gust of wind blew by, sweeping away all the sharp and irregular gravel on the steps.

Sitting on the steps, the powerful leader of the Sand People tribe took out the map from his robe that had obvious signs of wear on the edges.

"Father, father." At this time, a hesitant voice suddenly sounded from Bustonuo's side.

"What's the matter, what's the matter?"

Bruntono just spread the map on his knees and turned his head to his eldest son Bruntono.

Bruntono seemed to be under a lot of pressure when facing his father, and the words came to his lips several times and he could not say them out.

An impatient look flashed across Bustonuo's face, and he asked unceremoniously:
"What's the matter with you?"

"A qualified desert warrior at this time should be looking for the heads of the Siverians, robbing them of their wealth, and destroying what they have fought for all their lives, instead of running to his father like a cowardly sand dog. Wasting his time in front of you."

Sand dogs are four-legged scavenging beasts that can be seen everywhere in Pustonia. They run very fast, but they never have the courage to fight other beasts. They only dare to eat the leftovers after the predators have finished their prey.

To the sand people, "sand dog" is a completely derogatory term.

When Bruno heard this, his expression froze.

Hearing such an insult, any Sandman would draw his dagger.

I believe that if he really does this, his father will only feel relieved.

But he dared not.

He really didn't dare.

The sand people's kinship relationship is extremely weak.

His father, who was pleased with his "courage", would definitely pull out his own knife as soon as possible.

Then he easily cut off Bruntonno's ears and nose, turning him into a "no one".

The "no one" who only the clan leader has the power to "make" is no different from a slave, and his status is higher than that of the Siverians who are "prey".

This time, the tribe also brought a dozen "unmanned people", including five of Bustono's "eldest sons".

Bruntono is the sixth son of Bruntono.

It's just that since "no one" can inherit the position of patriarch, Bruno was "promoted" to become the eldest son.

For the sake of the overall situation and considering the fate of his five predecessors, even if he was humiliated by his father in front of his face, Bruntono could only try his best to suppress his anger:
"Father, I still think that we cannot march according to the map given by the lackey of the God of Order."

"The terrain to the east and south of Olivia is more rugged, and for outsiders like us with only one map, the risk of marching is too great."

"The king wants us to consume the rebellious Siverians on his behalf, but we cannot do as he wishes."

"The 'fertile forest land' is just empty talk!"

"Huh?" Bustono, who was impatient and had already turned his attention back to the map, had a look of surprise in his eyes. He turned to his son again, "You mean, we shouldn't attack Livelock next? "

Having said the words, Bruntonno simply no longer had any worries:

"Yes, father."

"As you say, we should not go to Livelock, but where should we go? Peregrina?"

Bustono asked with interest.

Bruntono seemed to realize that his father was in a good mood at this time, so he boldly expressed his opinion:

"We should go north!"

"Continue north along the sea!"

"Ha." Bustonuo smiled jokingly and asked his sixth "eldest son" a new question:
"You should know that in the map given to us by the Spruit Kingdom, only the central part of the North has detailed information, right?"

The "Kingdom of Spruit" uses the sand people, so it will naturally find ways to restrain them.

The "Bu" tribe of Bustono is "responsible" for the central part of the north, so there is only a detailed map here.

For people like the Sand People who don't know anything about the North, they still face various risks even if they have a detailed map.

Marching towards the northern area, which is almost blank on the map, is tantamount to a gamble with a slim chance of winning.

After all, the kingdom was not kind enough to provide them with adequate supplies.

"Father, the more this happens, the more it means we should go north!"

Bruntonno said decisively, with undisguised confidence in his tone.

"What's the reason?"

"The most direct reason is that the lackeys of the God of Order sent us here, who are stronger, and then continued north with the "Jia" carrying only 300 people. "

"This illustrates three points."

"First, there must be a town in the north, otherwise there would be no need to send people there."

"Two, the strength of the towns in the north must be weaker than ours, otherwise we should go to the north as we are much stronger than "plus". "

"Third, the target in the north must not be too far from the sea, or at least there is a river that can pass large ships."

"Otherwise, "Jia" after landing may have run out of dry food and died before reaching his destination. "

Bustono raised his eyebrows and looked at his son up and down again.

It seems that taking the initiative to get rid of useless offspring like the sand lion is indeed quite effective.

The leader of the "Bu" tribe showed an appreciative smile in front of his son for the first time:

"You are right, my boy."

"We're going to keep going north!"

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