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As for the hunters, they could also reach a scary population, even though it might not seem like it.

Many farmers had actually acquired hunting skills from their families. A bow, some arrows, and a sharp knife were all that was needed.

There were recent rumors among the hunters from the professionals that the Goddess of the Hunt had returned.

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Florist was a lone hunter, currently sitting in a club for hunters. He was not interested in the rumors around him, but he knew the rumors were true.

One day he was ambushing a golden fox. He saw a full team of huntresses glowing a soft green. Huntresses were extremely rare. He thought the golden fox would run off when it saw those huntresses, but it didn’t.

In fact, what happened had stunned him. Those huntresses reached out their hands and grabbed that golden fox.

For a normal person, this might have seemed like those huntresses were just retrieving a pet, but Florist knew how rare golden foxes were. Their golden fur were cherished by all nobles, and they were extremely alert animals. They were hard for even experienced hunters to catch!

What happened had totally defied everything he knew, so he couldn’t help but consider the green glow on those huntresses.

In order to fully understand what was happening, he had forgotten about the golden foxes and followed those huntresses.

When the night arrived, the huntresses began to pray. Things finally began to make sense: they were the Goddess of the Hunt’s followers!

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As Florist kept thinking in the club, he began to wonder what benefits it would bring if he also had the green glow.

If he wanted to be the follower of any god, all he needed was to be sincere and chant the prayers.

But he did not make a sound while in the club. If he did, the people around him would definitely think he was crazy.

Still, he sang those words he had memorized from the huntresses by heart. They were not complicated, and they were not meant to be. They were meant to be memorized and most of them were just about the grace and greatness of the goddess.

Just like that, Florist soon drifted into a trance as he sang those words by heart.

The Goddess of the Hunt was the original god of hunters, so it was easy for any hunters to be accepted by her. That was especially true since she was lacking in followers and Abel had set up an automatic accept once a follower was willing.

Indeed, what she gave in return was Natural Protection!

But since Florist was not expecting to be accepted so quickly, he did not realize that he was still in the club.

Everyone around him paused and turned towards him in silence.

Florist was frozen as a green glow grew around him.

The green glow gave out a sense of stability and peace, which couldn’t help but make them think about the Goddess of the Hunt.

The rumors were right, and it was manifesting right in front of them!

They all knew by instinct that if that green glow appeared on Florist, it would have a legendary effect…

Florist soon woke up from his prayers and sensed the greatness of his goddess. He was blessed!

He opened his eyes, and realized everyone around him was staring. He couldn’t help but look at his body. There was a green glow sparkling about him.

But as soon as he noticed it, the green glow faded. He did not hesitate, slamming down two coins on the table and running out of the club.

The other hunters exchanged gazes and also slammed down their coins, before running out after Florist.

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Florist was heading towards a forest nearby.

Originally it was very hard for Florist to run faster than those hunters following him since they were all very confident, but as soon as Florist stepped foot into the forest, something different happened.

In the past, poisonous bugs and beasts would attack Florist for being an intruder, but on that day he could sense every creature around, along with their emotions.

It was the Natural Protection. Although it was not powerful, it could still stop those creatures from attacking him, and it allowed him to run freely. As for those hunters following him, one was immediately bitten by a snake and all of them paused. After taking the antidote, the hunter was shocked.

“He is a real follower of the Goddess of the Hunt. He did not even watch his steps and he was never attacked. The Goddess of the Hunt has been resurrected!” that hunter said in a shaken voice.

He was an experienced old hunter and he knew about the forces of nature. In order to ensure their safety, they continued to follow the path Florist had used, which should be safe.

“My family have passed down a preaching from the Goddess of the Hunt, I’ll share it with you and maybe we can be followers as well!” a hunter exclaimed.

Preachings were nothing secret. Even those without a hunting background could still get their hands on such things from old books.

Those hunters no longer cared about catching up to Florist. He ignored them, wanting to test out the green glow…

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Over the next few months, those weak little hunters regained a sense of hope as they became the Goddess of the Hunt’s followers.

When every big hunting organization began recruiting new members, they all had to be the Goddess of the Hunt’s followers. After all, hunters without Natural Protection would be a huge drag.

One’s willingness to worship was not something the Wizard Union could do much about.

Most importantly, because of the damage their Investigation Department had taken, they had more important things to deal with.

Hunters were basically normal people, so the reports about them were basically ignored. That was especially true since the head of the Investigation Department, Wizard Hardy, was involved in the prior operation against Abel, so he wanted to stay away from anything to do with Abel.

He could still clearly remember how miserable the Wizard Union was after they lost to Abel. All ninety-eight investigation officers were killed without fully intact bodies, so he knew very well who he was dealing with.

Since even the God Rank wizards stopped targeting Abel, he deliberately left anything to do with Abel in the data inventory, unless it was about God Ranks.

Without the Analysis Spirit, the amount of information they had was more than the amount of fur a cow had, so their inventory was piling up with useless stuff.

Unless they cultivated another Spirit, the information in the inventory would never be looked at again.

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The Winter Hoof kingdom was also went through some big changes over the next few months.

The tauren regained their faith, and most of them started to believe in the God of Black Fog again.

Temples began to spring up all over the Winter Hoof Grassland, and large numbers of preachers began to spread his words.

Even the first ambassador of their god had emerged: that old tauren guarding that shabby temple. If necessary, the God of Black Fog could godsend on him at any time.

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Archpriest Dobson bowed and said, “Your Majesty Moby, the report is out!”

At that moment, they were the only ones in the temple.

“What’s it like?” King Moby asked quickly.

“We have examined every new born tauren in the past six months, and twenty thousand of them have the Power of the Will!” Priest Dobson declared excitedly.

Although having the Power of the Will did not guarantee one’s success as a professional priest, it was the foundation. Before the God of Black Fog returned, that number was only a few hundreds, or a thousand at most!

This was basically equal to the Crazy Heart kingdom’s rate, which meant the time for the Winter Hoof Kingdom had finally come!

King Moby stood up and clapped, “Good, very good!”

The Winter Hoof kingdom had been so insignificant it basically made no difference if they existed or not. If the tauren were not born powerful and had not stayed away from fighting, the Winter Hoof kingdom might have ended already.

Before they regained their faith, the Winter Hoof grassland was basically a deserted land with tiny amounts of produce. Their soil was not something people would fight for, which was why other races left them alone.

However, King Moby knew from the royal text that the Winter Hoof Kingdom had once had its glory days.

At first he was still worried about the Wizard Union making a move, but six months had passed and nothing had happened, which was a great relief.

During these six months, twenty thousand newborn tauren obtained the Power of the Will, which would at least produce a few thousand priests!

As time went on, the taurens would definitely grow in status!

“Build more temples! I need every tauren to gather in a temple to worship the great God of Black Fog!” King Moby bellowed out in excitement.

Even now there were still some unfaithful tauren, so the royal palace had to do their

part!

He wanted to turn the Winter Hoof Kingdom into a place like the elves, with prestige and status.

Priest Doson bowed. Since he had lost his hope of leveling up, all he wanted was for his kingdom to do better and maybe gain immortality in the God of Black Fog’s Divine Realm!

He was not the only one, as optimism began to grow in the heart of every professional tauren!