The end of an era usually means the beginning of another era, and many people will only feel the changes of the times in hindsight, regardless of nostalgia and nostalgia, but the concept has not been reversed for a while. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As the last bridgehead to protect the light of the world, the destruction of the "Radiant Sanctuary" has undoubtedly caused a huge impact and far-reaching impact on the people of countless countries in Eldran, especially the devout believers who believe in it are even more difficult to accept this cruel fact, even if the initiator of the Heather Empire has also suffered heavy losses, and the pace of conquest has been blocked, but without the Templar, the biggest obstacle on the road to unification, Eldran will eventually fall under the conquest of the Empire.

In fact, most people in this era have a weak sense of statehood, and the supremacy of family interests is the mainstream of society rooted in people's hearts, they don't care who the ruler of the country is, they only care about whether the ruler of the country will affect the survival of the family. The rise of one class will inevitably affect the interests of another class, so when the Heather Empire launched a full-scale war to unify Eldrán, it is often the vested interests of the upper echelons of various countries who stand at the forefront of resistance, because they will never give up their own interests easily, as for the people at the bottom, they often have no choice, and in the face of the deliberate incitement, demagogy, intimidation and other means of vested interests, they can only reluctantly and be forced to accept the fate arranged by the vested interests.

After the conquest of the Heather Empire, there were few rebellions and resistances in the national land, because the Heather Empire knew how to maintain the rule of a country, win over a group of surrenderers, kill a group of recalcitrant ones, and finally give up part of the benefits to the people at the bottom to get enough gratitude, and over time they could naturally turn the conquered land into their own; However, the undead from across the strait are different, because of the relationship between the survival habits of the undead, they and humans can never reach the conditions of harmony, and the contradictions between the two are basically irreconcilable, so it is naturally difficult to compare them in terms of resistance.

When a heavy rain with no end in sight severely halts the journey of the undead and the Empire, the nations that are in danger rejoice unaware that an even greater catastrophe is coming.

Floods caused by heavy rains can be managed, but the impact of heavy rains on food farming cannot be solved in any way, and the results are obvious: even if people survive wars and natural disasters, they will not survive famine and starvation.

In addition, the heavy rain almost cut off all kinds of travel, and even profit-seeking merchants ventured out of the city less and less often, and sometimes outside the city, the wagons full of goods could not move at all on the muddy roads, and there was no trade when the roads could not be walked.

Nowadays, there are basically no birds, beasts and people in the wild, the whole world is shrouded in a hazy rain and fog, everything is terrifyingly silent, and in the towns, people basically stay at home and rarely go out, and the various administrative departments have become useless, and there is no trace of a few office personnel, and the patrols who are usually responsible for street security are nowhere to be found, even if there is a serious homicide, there is no way to sue them.

Xia Lan, who wandered all the way in the heavy rain, met a lot of murderers who took advantage of the rain to rob, but unfortunately they met the wrong person, and it is natural to lose their lives, even if you are not a big murderer, but in Xia Lan's eyes, they are treated equally, and you can only blame yourself for your bad luck.

Killing people is very suitable for Xia Lan, even if there are thousands of accusations, but he will not take it to heart, how can a person who has a different concept of the world treat a person normally.

Perhaps it was the guidance of fate that the ghost sent Xia Lan to the capital of the empire, Drohichen.

He didn't know why he was here, by chance? Coincidental? Or is it fate? He suddenly had an inexplicable premonition that there must be something he couldn't avoid waiting for him here.

In the game of the previous life, Xia Lan once carefully walked around Drohichen, but the feeling in the game is completely different from the experience in reality, only when you really stand on the street of Drohiqin, you know the grandeur of the city full of civilization.

Drohiqin is not a small town, no matter how heavy the rain falls, all the departments are still performing their duties in an orderly manner, and a patrol team covered in rain can be seen on the streets and alleys, in order to avoid the trouble of the investigation, Xia Lan deliberately affected the other party's senses and did not perceive his existence, so that he could rest assured that he was wandering in the city.

The rain was not very damn because of its high ground location and well-developed drainage system, but there was still a slump of few pedestrians, many shops were closed, and only a few taverns, inns and entertainment clubs remained open.

Found a hotel and settled down, Xia Lan, who had nothing to do, ordered a few dishes and a bottle of wine in the lobby, and then sat on the table in the corner, occasionally looking at the rain curtain outside the window to enjoy it slowly, there are many people similar to him, but there are three or five companions around others who can chat and play, and he is the only one who is alone.

With a keen sense of hearing, he could easily tell the origins of their identities from the mouths of the people who spoke, such as the men near the table on the left, who were merchants who had come to trade in Drochychen, who had to stay here because of the heavy rain, and their words were full of complaints and depression; In the upper right sits a few sturdy mercenaries, who are drinking loudly and without paying attention to the influence around them; At the table near the window, two locals were chatting about the effects of the rain on the Empire's conquests.

Life is varied, and you can find it everywhere.

After eating and drinking, Xia Lan went back to his room, and after ordering the shopkeeper to get some hot water for a bath, he lay down on the slightly damp bed for a while and fell asleep, because he had not rested well for many days.

He slept for a long time this night, directly from the evening to the next morning, as if the previous vigilance had disappeared, in fact, the reason was very simple, there was no need for him to live in fear anymore.

Droxychen is the base camp of the "Subversive Fangs", although the battle of the Apocalyptic Mountain has greatly damaged the vitality of the "Subversive Fangs", but at least the "Subversive Fangs" still retains the organizational framework, unlike the "Radiant Sanctuary" that has not even seen a shadow, and very few people in the "Subversive Fangs" know Xia Lan, not to mention his current messy appearance, even acquaintances are difficult to recognize, if it is not for a clean outfit, I am afraid that his previous image will be difficult to even enter the hotel.

Now, the relationship between the Heather Empire and the "Subversive Fangs" has surfaced, and the strange thing is that the people in the Empire rarely resist and resist, perhaps, the victor has the right to speak, if the Empire is defeated, the "Subvert Fangs" will definitely face a different scenario.

On the fourth day of Xia Lan's stay in Drohiqin, the rainfall that day was not large, and Xia Lan, who had been stuffy in the hotel for a long time, naturally wanted to go out for a stroll to breathe.

After visiting the Alice Theatre and preparing to go to the famous Freuyd Arch Bridge, he inadvertently had a slight physical collision with a strange man who was in a hurry, the man was very polite, and apologized as soon as he bumped into Xia Lan, but he seemed to be in a hurry, and turned around and left directly.

Xia Lan didn't care at the time, but the gray ring on the other party's finger when he apologized made him feel a familiar sense of déjà vu, and after a short thought, he remembered that the ring seemed to belong to the same shape as the ring that represented the identity of the "subverted fang".

Without a moment's hesitation, he quietly followed the strange man, and finally watched as the opposite square entered suspiciously through the back door of an ornately decorated clubhouse.

Sensing that something unusual would happen, Xia Lan naturally would not let go of the opportunity to sneak in and eavesdrop, concealing his breath and sensing the whereabouts of the other party, and after a while, he quietly appeared on the ceiling of a spacious and bright hall.

Through the gap in the ceiling, he could see the situation in the hall at a glance, and the strange man he had followed before was sitting around a long table with a solemn face on the group of people.

Everyone was silent, as if waiting for the key person to appear, and in the middle of the night, the door of the hall was pushed open, and a man in black sacrificial robes appeared in the company of two guards, while the people at the long table stood up one after another, bowed their heads to each other and saluted respectfully.

The man simply waved his hand in response, and then took the seat at the long table as a matter of course.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Long waiting. ”

"Lord Priest! It is our pleasure to have you here. ”

Everyone at the long table said in unison.

"You're serious." The man in the seat said with a smile. "Let's get down to business."

"Yes, Lord Priest."

"In the battle of the Revelation Mountain, although we won the final battle against the Holy Church, many of the priests and high-ranking leaders in the sect were killed in that war, and now only the Tamara priest who stayed in the headquarters of Droshiqin survived, and now the sect can be described as stormy! In particular, our lord did not appear after disappearing some time ago, which caused people to start spreading rumors that our lord had fallen in that great war, but what we want to say is that our lord did not fall, but was temporarily trapped in a closed space, and sooner or later one day my lord will get out. The black-clad priest said with a serious expression.

"Priest, where did you get the news of my lord?" A middle-aged man present said excitedly.

"This is the answer that Lord Tamara received through prayer." The black-clad priest said.

"Great! As long as our lord is fine, we will have peace of mind! The other man said with relief.

"Yes! Recently, the attitude of the royal family and the military has become more and more ambiguous, if it weren't for the existence of my lord to suppress it, I'm afraid they really planned to cross the river and tear down the bridge! Another man said worriedly.

"Humph! If it weren't for the fact that the great war caused the loss of our high-level elite, and the new forces in the sect were not replaced, how would the royal family and the military have the courage to have different hearts! A man said hatefully.

"This is something that can't be helped, sooner or later the conflict between us and the royal family will break out, if we continue to be strong, the royal family will naturally not dare to have the slightest disobedience, but once we decline, the royal family will naturally not let go of the opportunity to get rid of our control!" A man said calmly. "Now that Elderland is in a strange rainstorm, and with no threat of war outside, it is normal for the royal family to shift their focus to us at home."

"That's it! My mission at this meeting is to give you a reassuring answer. The black-clothed priest said: "As long as my lord still exists in this world, the royal family will never dare to act rashly!" ”

Xia Lan on the ceiling listened vividly, never thought that there had been a gap between the relationship between the "subverted fangs" and the empire for a long time, and now there was even the possibility of infighting, but listening to the priest, it seems that Garbod is still alive, and who will deal with him who will ban him? Witch Throne? Or the missing Templar Pope? What is hidden behind that war?

At this time, his eyelids jumped, and it turned out that what he had seen and heard was not necessarily true.

In his senses, an army of no small size slowly opened an encirclement of this club.