Praise My Lord

I woke up in the northern wilderness, and heard the roars of black bears and jackals in my ears. The melted ice water from the campfire dripped into my eyes, waking me up and allowing me to see the group of rotting corpses hiding in the shadows. They looked hungry, their withered fingers and claws scratching at the frozen soil, and the rotten stench flowed through the dancing tongues of fire along the night wind. A group of people surrounded me close to the bonfire, holding swords, spears and axes. They looked at me in panic: What should I do? I didn't understand, but the words that suddenly appeared in my field of vision suddenly woke me up. [Welcome to the world of sword and magic, Descendants of Osua, there is no time to waste, decide now] Old gods and new gods, lords and knights BeliefTaskCharacter The tide of corpses is long, the flags are fierce, the armor is thick, and the smoke has already covered the entire northern border. No one can stay away.