The Witch of Zongwang: From Azeroth to the Classic of Mountains and Seas

Chapter 834 No One Can Resist the Temptation of Raising a One-Handed Hammer (Update 1!)

Another day...

Alrezar rubbed his dry eyes.

That was probably the sequelae of the broken goggles when he was fishing yesterday.

In this country that has nothing to do with the concept of heat, autumn in other regions means the coming of winter.

The snow has already fallen:

Here, it is a more common embellishment on the earth than vegetation.

Of course, compared to the legendary town standing on the frozen ground, this place is still "warm".

At least as Alrezar, who was born and raised in this area, he did not feel that his hometown was so bad.

Although the network will be affected when the weather is a little cold, it is also complained by the young people in this area...

But who can say no to winter?

"Huh..."

Alrezar left the room surrounded by the warm fireplace and came to the bathroom on the other side.

Because the house is old and the design concept at that time, it seems a bit cold here.

The rapid change in temperature made Alrezar subconsciously exhale a breath of hot air.

At this moment, his body was obviously still longing for the warm quilt.

"Drip drip..."

In the bathroom, Alreze simply rubbed his face.

Since he had gotten up, he couldn't spend every morning decadently...

Although it was already late in the eyes of the older generation.

He prepared some baked potatoes and bread casually, and was only going to eat something casually today to cope with it.

Because his parents were away from home all year round, even as an older young man returning home, Alreze could live quite freely.

Alreze sprinkled a little fine salt and pepper on the baked potatoes to make them more flavorful.

This was naturally not a very pure local traditional way of eating - but Alreze felt that as a young man, he should always keep up with the times.

So, after the food was ready, Alreze began to pray...

Faith may have a more solid meaning for the people in this area.

It may not be able to make the coldness of winter subside a little, but it can give people a little thin spiritual comfort on every day covered by ice, snow and haze.

At least in the difficult time that has passed, it did this to a certain extent...

Existence is reasonable...

So, Alreze does not think it is strange to have faith.

Here, it is as common as potatoes, and no one will find it strange.

So after some sorting, Alreze began his breakfast prayer:

"Merciful Holy Light..."

He praised loudly.

In such a city, any prayer is acceptable-of course, the premise is not too unorthodox and contrary to people's social cognition...

Otherwise, it will be included in the concept of cult.

Alreze feels that his faith is still very "orthodox".

Who can refuse the guidance of the Holy Light?

Alreze thought so.

As mentioned before, in this place, almost the vast majority of people have their own beliefs.

At first, Alrezer followed his parents to believe in the local church.

But soon, Alrezer had a headache about it:

It was more of a gathering of relatives than a gathering of church members...

As Alrezer is not married and single at present, he naturally has to bear the traditional arts of cross-civilization in different regions of the same world...

So, Alrezer came up with the idea of ​​choosing another church

And in this process, Alrezer gradually came into contact with a popular online game of the last era.

Among them, a concept that made Alrezer feel bright appeared.

Holy light...

Yes, in Alrezer's opinion.

If a boy like him can refuse a heroic full body armor, he is very rare.

And if a set of armor can glow, then it is absolutely!

When those positive collections are intertwined, a sufficiently charming concept is born.

No one can resist the temptation of raising a one-handed hammerjpg

Of course, after a deeper understanding of the relevant background settings, Alrezer felt that he suddenly had a new understanding of the complex meaning of religion.

In Alreze's view, a sufficiently pure and strong set of concepts can become a central anchor called "religion".

As for the other things derived from it, they are just extensions of it, whether good or bad.

For believers, they only need to focus on the concept that serves as the anchor.

As for the others?

In Alreze's view, even if it is so large that it seems to become an anchor, it is ultimately just a derivative product of it...

Some people believe in the illusory savior, and some people believe in the transcendent gods.

Then believing in a purer concept is no different from it.

It may just be because the former is derived from the real level, and it has more material meaning.

But what's the use?

At least, Alreze doesn't think so.

He believes in the existence of the Holy Light, not because of its additional derivatives, but because it is indeed full of the vision he recognizes.

Short-lived, eternal, secular, noble...

The Holy Light shines on everything...

Soon, Alreze finished his breakfast prayer.

He naturally did not pray to the Holy Light to give him food or something like that, which in Alreze's view was a rebellion against the Holy Light anchor.

It should make him feel compassion for the acquisition of food and those days of hunger and cold.

Today, Alreze is going to volunteer in the community, which is also his pastime during his free time.

The old pastor of the church always thought that he would be a good successor, but unfortunately Alreze has never been interested in it.

Although the old pastor once said:

"Child, pastors don't always need to wear this robe, you can wear any clothes you like - oh, yes, including armor..."

However, Alreze still felt it was inappropriate after glimpsing his mother's unkind eyes.

So he rejected the old pastor again.

Alreze didn't think he was so special, although he also believed in the old pastor.

He was a kind old man.

He just looked a little rough.

He seemed to have been a soldier, but later retired and returned to his hometown to take over the once crumbling church.

This sounds like a legendary story, but the people inside are full and full of flesh and blood.

Just like on the Internet, Alreze always sees people saying that everything is terrible.

But in real life, Alreze rarely sees such extreme situations:

Just like the once poor and remote town, it is not as bad and terrifying as the outside world rumored, and naturally it is not as warm and happy.

Everything is always moving towards a beautiful vision...

Even if it is a little bit, crooked, like a drunken snail...

Alreze feels that the meaning of human existence should be to make the world a little better... Even if it is just a little bit...

So, he suddenly wanted to go out.

Alreze wrapped his coat tightly, and he pushed open the door that was probably frozen.

In the country covered with ice and snow, the bright but not so warm sunshine is shining there...

It is a feeling that is hard to describe, just like suddenly after get off work, looking at the sunset as usual, as if you can appreciate its slightly regretful beauty all of a sudden.

Alreze chanted subconsciously:

"Holy Light..."

So, under the eaves of a winter morning when winter was approaching, Alreze saw the fleeting faint light in the air...

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