Yes, who are you looking for if you don't look for her?

Lin An rolled his eyes again.

In fact, she is not very resentful, she is just doing it for the Azure Spear to see.

This is a way of getting along with the legend, the two sides are not absolutely equal, nor are they subordinate, they want to support her to do things, and they can't even complain without listening.

Seeing Azure Spear touching his chin with a thick face, Lin An helplessly skimmed over the topic:

"Okay, but the problem is, that demon clan must have performed a blood sacrifice to restore its strength, not this time, there will be a second or third time! I don't mind running errands, but the other person will always be suspicious. ”

"That's a problem, but don't worry, we've got a little bit of something to gain this time."

The light topic ended, and the azure spear also became colorful:

"The object of that demon's blood sacrifice is 'that thing'. As 'that thing' gave her the power back, we had sensed his general bearings. ”

Lin An's eyes lit up, "Really? Where is it? ”

Azure Spear said: "It's just in the southern part of the continent, it's just that the ice field is too far away, and we can't further narrow the range. ”

Lin An calmed down from his excitement.

That's right, after all, the two of them are just legends, and they haven't condensed their divinity yet.

The communication of the power of faith ignores the spatial distance, and it is not easy for the dark blue magic god and the azure spear to be able to sense the general direction, if the whereabouts of the demon god god can be found immediately and exactly, Lin An must wonder if it is a trap.

"So, after that demon is driven out of the ice field, the next time she prays and gets a response from 'that thing', you will be able to narrow down the scope even and even find the location of 'that thing'?"

Azure Spear nodded:

"That demon has now teleported to the Land of Chaos."

Lin An instantly realized:

"Oh, it's a good place, it looks like she's done it."

The Land of Chaos is a paradise for thieves, sand thieves, wanted criminals, and unscrupulous merchants, and although it cannot be said that all the people in it are guilty, to survive there, basically everyone has blood on their hands, and even if it is the Azure Spear, there is no moral burden on these people to be sacrificed with blood.

Ending the contact with the Azure Spear, Lin An left the communication room.

As soon as he walked out of the doorway, Taling Cassandra's face appeared on the wall of the tower, and he reported flatly:

"Your Excellency the Chief Elder, the palace courtier Sir Simpel is here, please come to the palace and have a final discussion on the draft rules for the Demon Hunting List and the Glory List."

"Okay, please inform the squire, I'll be right here."

"Okay."

Another piece of good news.

After so many days, the dust has finally settled on the two lists.

"If you want to find the whereabouts of 'that thing', it's just as smooth."

Lin An muttered to himself.

……

Holy Noche Kingdom, West Ridge Town.

It is a small town located on the edge of the Red River Plateau, and it is also the most common town market for merchants entering the Red River Plateau.

Before the Plague caused the merchants to disappear from the Red River Plateau, it was once a thriving town. There are no less than 5,000 local residents, and with the number of merchants coming and going, the size of this town is not much smaller than that of a small town of 10,000 people.

The soil of the Red River Plateau is relatively poor, and the land is not very productive, and the townspeople often rely on doing some artisan work, renting houses, or providing dry food and horse feed to passing merchants to obtain some extra money to subsidize their livelihoods, and the standard of living is not too low, which can be called rich.

But since the "miracle", the demon disaster that I originally heard from the merchants and regarded as a joke has become a reality, and although the demons have not yet set foot in the territory of Xiling Town, the townspeople are already in danger.

In the feudal era dominated by the agrarian economy, relocation was the concept of the vast majority of people, including even the gentry and aristocratic class who had received a certain amount of education.

Land is the foundation of an agrarian society, and few people are willing to leave their homes and travel hundreds of miles to earn a living unless they have to.

The mayor of Xiling Town is a knight, his ancestors used to be broad, but now he has long been down, and less than one-fifth of the land in Xiling Town belongs to him.

Such a rural nobleman, who was not well educated, didn't even know what the Ten Forgiveness Decrees of the Demon Calamity was, but he knew the importance of the land to him.

Because the less than 1,000 acres of land is already the last lifeblood of their family, if he loses this land, he will even lose his title.

"If that's the case, it's better for the whole family to die in the demon plague together."

It is precisely because of his family's disgrace that the mayor of the town understands how miserable his children and grandchildren will be if he loses his title.

Therefore, when he realized that the demonic disaster was imminent, his first thought was not to think about how to leave with his family like the lords of the nearby territories, but immediately gathered the lords of the town, organized people to strengthen the walls, trimmed the arrow towers, and expanded the militia team.

Because there are often caravans in Xiling Town, which enlivens the economy and at the same time, it will also have some impact on the local law and order, so the militia team in Xiling Town is not slack.

After the mayor of the town expanded the militia team, the young people in the town also knew that this was to defend their homeland, and they were extremely serious in their training, and the old and weak women and children in the family did not complain, mending clothes and shoes, sharing farm work, and silently doing their part.

No matter how cowardly a man is, with his parents and wives behind him, he will turn from the most docile cow to the most ferocious wolf, resisting an invader who dares to threaten their homeland.

This is the reason why the Ten Forgiveness Decrees of the Demon Calamity require the lord not to leave the territory for 100 miles:

The lord is the core of the lord, and the latter can only exert 200% of his power in his own land.

It has only been half a month since the day the "miracle" was seen by people from all over the continent, and the expanded militia team in Xiling Town has completed its preliminary training, and after putting on leather armor and equipped with bows, arrows and spears, their combat effectiveness has at least doubled compared to before.

During this time, thousands of townspeople worked together to cut down wood and burn bricks, raising the mixed earth-wood wall around the town by nearly half a foot.

The mayor also had four arrow towers built at the four corners of the town, and the only exit from the town was built with two more, and the militia rotated day and night to keep an eye on the four sides of the town and on the trade routes.

The arrow tower is nearly three zhang high, only less than one zhang higher than the wall, and the space above is very small, at most two people can stand, and if you pull the bow more, you will touch your elbow to your elbow.

On this day, there was a militia standing guard on each of the two arrow towers as usual, chatting and bragging on the one hand, and glancing at the trade road from time to time to see if anyone was coming at the end of the trade road.

It is said that many refugees from the west have entered the territory of other nobles and may run to their town, and the mayor of the town has learned of the news and specially told them to strengthen their vigilance.

"Hey, what's that?"

A militiaman on the tower on the left suddenly shouted.

Another militiaman followed his hand and saw that a small hill with thick bushes was obscuring the end of the trade road, and a few small moving black dots appeared in the shadows, coming along the trade road towards the town.

"Is it a merchant?"

"At this time, there are still merchants who dare to enter the plateau alone?"

The militia who found out about the situation had a look of "you tease me".

There are not many people coming, only a dozen or so, so few people don't look like bandits who come to get oil and water, and they don't look like demons, and the other party is looking at the direction to go into the plateau instead of going out, which directly excludes the possibility of refugees.

The two militiamen put their hearts at ease and quarreled, while not forgetting to call their comrades below to be vigilant and close the town gate.

The dozen or so rode quickly, and it didn't look like much from a distance, but in the blink of an eye, it was close enough to be visible.

More than a dozen fast horses were dusty, and the militiamen were startled by the speed and became nervous, and the two militiamen on the arrow tower opened their bows and aimed at the incoming people.

However, those people did not mean to storm the town gate, and according to the usual rules, in order to show that they had no intention of attacking, they gradually slowed down their horses from fifty feet away.

The horse trotted to a halt, the leader raised his right hand, and more than a dozen people dismounted together, almost landing at the same time, and a dozen people inadvertently looked towards the two arrow towers that were the only outcropping.

The militia on the arrow tower jumped eyelids, and fine sweat oozed from their foreheads.

They didn't have much knowledge, so they could only compare the dozen or so horsemen in front of them with the largest caravan escort they had ever seen, and the elite caravan escort who they once thought was not inferior to any army was thrown out of a huge gap in an instant.

Such people should not be those rogue bandits.

"Open the door!"

One of the dozen riders came out and shouted.

"Who are you?" The militia on the arrow tower showed a head and shouted back with little confidence.

The cavalryman who came out to shout glanced back, and the leader behind nodded slightly, and the cavalry who shouted said loudly:

"We are the Knights who are here to garrison, and there are large troops behind us, so call your mayor to come out to greet you!"

"The Knights who came to us to garrison?!"

The militia captain hiding behind the town gate was taken aback, and hurriedly called someone to find the town mayor, and at the same time climbed the arrow tower himself, replacing the militia who had shouted before.

"Mayor Mare, coming soon! Where are you Knights, do you have any proof? ”

"We are the White Eagle Knights, this is our proof of clearance!"

The knight at the head finally spoke, and pulled something like a paperwork out of his bosom.

The militia captain hadn't heard of any White Eagle Knights, so he hesitated for a moment and put a basket from the wall for the other party to put the paperwork in.

After the document was hoisted up, the clerk on duty together looked at the customs clearance paperwork, checked the text and seal on it, and nodded:

"This is indeed the seal of the nearby viscounty, and the format and content of the garrison document are also correct, with the king's seal on it, it should be true."

The nearby bandit groups are all mountain people and rogues, and they can't read a single word and can't forge such documents.

The militia captain put a little refreshment and finally gave the order to open the gate.

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