In heavy rain.

A team from afar appeared on the horizon outside Tivanton. This is the mage group of Waterdeep City, in addition to twenty mages, there are also a hundred elite knights.

Paladin Tyro rode a heavy warhorse and followed behind the mage's ass with five of his teammates.

Tyro had a gloomy face all the way through. His teammates also knew what was going on, and none of them dared to disturb the paladin. In the past three days, Tyro had had enough of suffering, because he had not completed the task, and the black-robed mage Ronsa's attitude towards him had changed sharply, and he kept a straight face every night when camping.

In fact, Tyro was very annoyed and regretted.

If he had been a little more cautious that night, it would have been logical for him to take the dark relics after killing the sixth-level priest. But as a result, he failed, and now he is stuck in the depraved stage, losing a precious promise, and he doesn't know when he will have such a chance again. Tylor, in remorse, deliberately ignored the calm qualities shown by the priest that night.

"Darkguard ......"

Tyro reached out for his holy emblem.

The deity emblem of the wooden emblem is a pair of pale hands, but the wrists are wrapped with red ropes.

This represents his faith, the god of suffering, Ilmat!

Ilmat is a good-hearted deity, most likely a lean man covered in scars, wrapped in a loincloth and without any other clothing, with a bald crown on his head and a gentle smile on his unassuming face.

Most of the believers in the God of Crucifixion were the crippled, the oppressed, and the poor, including slaves and serfs.

In Waterdeep, you can find churches and temples of all the gods. Although the land of wealth is home to businessmen from all over the mainland, there are also many people at the bottom struggling to survive in the slums.

It can be said that the population of a city in Deep Water City is equivalent to a country, which is one of the core areas of the continent, a glorious land, where a god has died, a god has been resurrected, and a mortal is a god in that god. Compared to these legendary deeds, the destruction of the artifact or something is not eye-catching.

It was in the slums of Waterdeep that Tyro helped the people at the bottom and completed the inauguration of the Holy Warrior.

However, he was now depraved, and most of the divine light that came out of the wooden emblem had become cloudy and black. Tyro could even feel the anger and disappointment of Yilmat in the darkness through the emblem.

"The God of Suffering?"

"Hehe, I just need strength, and the Night Lady can give me what I want, so ......"

Riding a heavy two-meter-tall horse, Tyro looked up at the sky, bean-sized raindrops crashing into his face. The paladin's palm holding the emblem suddenly released, and the emblem, which was surrounded by a dark aura, fell from his horse into the mud, and was trampled deep into the puddle by the horse's hooves.

"Yilmat's Holy Emblem is useless, I must complete the advancement as soon as possible!"

A look of determination crossed Tylor's eyes.

The mages had come all the way from Waterdeep to investigate why Tivanton had become a dead land. The Tifanton tragedy has spread on the mainland, and it is said that the legendary mage of the 'Warden Order' in Waterdeep City is very interested in it, so he sent such an investigation team.

He and his team are quite well-known in Waterdeep, and they were fortunate enough to receive a purple quality cross-border mission to follow the investigation team to Cormier. Tyro knew that there was a chance ahead, and as long as he performed to Ronsa's satisfaction, the black-robed mage would definitely lure him into the Night Lady's church and have a Dark Guardian act as his advanced mentor.

……

Bang la blah.

The rain curtain outside the cave almost obscured the view, and the sky and the earth were gray.

Charles built a bonfire in the cave, changed his wet clothes and dried them with a branch around the fire. He had changed into his warm suit, and now he was wearing a white priest's robe.

When leaving Susar, Charles had searched for information about Tivanton at the Crown Palace, and was quite familiar with the geography of the area.

What's more, he probably knew why Tifanton had become a place of dead silence. Perhaps it was a rift in the Shadow Realm, or someone with ulterior motives who opened other passages to the Alien Plane in Tifanton, causing the city's nine thousand inhabitants to disappear overnight.

In short, it is very dangerous to walk in the ruins of the city, if you fail to detect the existence of a rift, if you accidentally step into the otherworld, you will be torn to pieces by the powerful monsters inside, and it will be difficult for the soul to return to the material realm after death.

"Let's hope the Temple of Nightshine is on the outskirts of the city."

"Most of the temples of evil are scattered among the wilderness."

Charles sighed lowly, patted his ass and got up from the stones in front of the campfire, walked over to the light warhorse, and unwrapped the oil painting of the saddle.

As the layers of black cloth were peeled off, the magic painting that had been sealed for more than half a month reappeared.

The goddess of immortality, Night Shine, is still so lifelike, with silver-white hair, turquoise eyes, lips, and nails smeared with ice-blue dye that represents the cold.

The palms of the goddess were crossed in front of her chest, and there was a heart-shaped hole on the jade palm, and the demonic power diffused out on the heart-shaped hole. Charles was slightly startled, and when he realized that he was unconsciously attracted by the goddess's palms, he suddenly shifted his gaze.

Ye Yao was staring at him, his face was expressionless, but his lips smeared with blue dye were slowly opening and closing, and a faint voice sounded in Charles's heart:

“…… The Holy Coming ...... Very good! ”

"I already feel the breath of the Lost Temple, which is being overrun by a gang of thugs, please clean them up for me and I will reward you!"

"Follow the Orb of Darkness, which will guide you to the entrance to the underground."

As soon as he finished speaking, Charles noticed that the oil painting in front of him suddenly drilled out wisps of black mist, intertwining into a fist-sized black light cluster in the middle of the cave.

Buzzing.

The black light vibrates, as if to remind Charles to hurry up and keep up with him.

“……”

Charles actually wanted to rest for the night before exploring, but the goddess was clearly urging him. Glancing at the spell slot on the retina, he felt that there was nothing wrong with the magic matching, so he hurriedly put on the pure gold armor and other equipment, and finally put on a rainproof cloak, and walked out of the cave with a light steel shield and a flail.

The Ball of Darkness is stable in the rain, maintaining a flight altitude of two or three meters, floating at a constant speed. Charles hurried after the orb of light, gradually approaching the border fortress.

Because of the torrential rain, two or three hundred meters away, Charles could only barely see that there was an extra group of people on the side of the fortress, about a hundred people, in a neat queue, well-equipped, and it didn't look like a merchant group.

Suddenly, a flag catches Charles' eye. His pupils constricted, and with the help of lightning in the sky, he saw the embroidered pattern on the flag.

Mountains, oceans, a silver moon, a total of eight stars inlaid on the edge of the flag.

Banner of Waterdeep!

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Charles vaguely guessed the identity of the group, but needed to get closer to confirm it. Buzzing. But flying far away, the ball of darkness is urging again.

"Since they have settled in the fortress, they can explore at any time, so there is no need to rush."

"Let's go find the underground entrance first."

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