A priest wearing a bird's beak mask saw the group of people coming out of the gloomy mansion, and he was deeply surprised, for he knew very well that the house was the worst hit by the outbreak of the epidemic, and that he and his brother had removed no less than half a dozen corpses and more than a dozen sick people from it (although the sick were now dead), and he remembered that since yesterday the manservant of the owner of the mansion had also died, leaving only his master still alive. The stubborn former knight insisted on dying in his room, rather than in the sanctuary set up by the followers of Kranvo for the death of the plague, as the commoners did, so they scrubbed him (better than nothing, for he was still vomiting blood and convulsions in the course of his bathing), dressed him in a clean linen shirt, wrapped him in a gray castor cloth, and took down one of his favorite broadswords and gave him to hold it- The priest of Cranvo estimated that he would be tonight at the latest, and was ready to meet the strange old man in time, but he also remembered very well that there was only one living man left in the mansion.

So where did these people come from?

Walking ahead, and screaming, was a woman, a priest of Flo, who of Cranvo saw the golden bell hanging from her waist, and the silk robe, the bruises left by the kissing and biting of the edge of the neckline...... Then there is a thief, and although he is dressed in an ordinary way that ordinary people may not be able to discern it, the Reverend Cranvo, who walks freely in both darkness and light, is no stranger to those who practice the profession of thieves, and ...... The god of death narrowed his eyes dangerously behind the mask, and a gray shadow floated behind the thin young man, the outline blurred, different from the living and different from the dead, and the priest of Kranvo raised his finger and cast a magic spell without the slightest hesitation.

When Gülen saw the raven mask representing the god of death, he immediately wanted to retreat back to the mansion with the smell of rancidity. No, no, many Cranvo priests were worse for him, and he still had the curse of the god of death on him—but he wasn't fast enough after all for the faint silver light struck him, bursting with a stinging light.

The caster, the fellow priest who had cast the magic, said in sign language, "White robe?" They saw the white robe that Cremar was wearing.

Not magic, the previous priests also said in sign language. It's a spell. He's a mage.

And the other Clänvo priests gathered, Kerryben raised his head slightly, and the aura of magic in the air fluctuated uneasily, at this moment, the appearance of this place was indeed a bit unsatisfactory - such a scale, even the priests of Rosada and Ilmot were deeply troubled, and in the end, only the priests of the god of death were left to clean up the mess It is unlikely that the plague will occur naturally, and it is often hidden behind the red or gray robes, as you can imagine. In the midst of mournful decay, the sudden appearance of a healthy and strange person would be alarming—but he couldn't blame Cremar, anyway. Glenn was a companion, and it was impossible for them to see their companion being attacked and remain indifferent.

The Elven Ranger took a few steps forward, past Cremar and Glenn, and he first held out his hands. Indicates that he is not carrying a weapon or scroll, and does not make a spell casting gesture, and slowly. He took off his hood in a way that everyone could clearly distinguish - when he left the village of "Concave Corner", in order to hide his elven features, Kerry had braided his sideburns and fixed them back in braids, just as he had done when he first met Cremar, so that they could cover the most unusual point between elves and humans - the tips of their beautiful and lovely ears.

Now he untied them, and sure enough, the tension relaxed a little - the ranger raised his finger and identified himself in sign language.

- The priest of Cranvo...... Isn't there anything ...... I mean, is there something they need to do when they become pastors? He was acutely aware of the cruelty of this plane, and it wouldn't be too surprising if a god asked his priests to cut out their tongues.

- Why can't they speak, the lich said, no, they didn't cut out their tongues, but the priests of Cranvo only spoke when it was prayer and when it was absolutely necessary, such as when they repeated the good words of the dying to the living, and they usually used silence, that is, sign language, as a way of paying their respects to their gods, for death is always silent.

Otherworldly souls get it—but what if no one happens to know sign language, and they desperately want a drink?

- The priests of the god of death do not drink alcohol, the lich said, they only drink water and eat wheat cakes, and everyone knows that no one will give the priest of Klanvo a glass of mead, which is against the teachings of the god of death. Because all followers of the god of death are people who have experienced death once, or who have watched the death of those closest to them, who are disheartened, and who no longer have a trace of attachment to the kingdom of the living, after becoming the attendants of the god of death, they think that they have been included in the list of wandering spirits, but they have not yet stepped into the mourning wasteland, so they do not covet any enjoyment that belongs to the living.

As far as the lich is concerned, the priest of Kranvo, the god of death, has a purity of piety towards death, even more than some of the undead. For the first few decades, the undead would be terrified of their decaying bodies, they would often use spells to disguise themselves as alive, they would sip wine, eat delicious food, wear extravagant jewels and expensive silk (though they would soon be eroded to tatters by negative energy), and continue to have beautiful lovers and numerous servants until they could no longer disguise themselves, both to themselves and to others.

However, the perception of the undead does not affect the followers of the god of death, who, like other priests, will try to destroy the undead when they see them, and they do better than any of the white robes, which is hellish (and this is true), the lich once probed the brains of one of them, and in short, they were envious and jealous of the undead - because the latter could have died long ago but would not die obediently, and they had to live - The lich had no doubt that if it weren't for the god of death's hatred of the cowardly who risked their lives, they would have killed each other long ago.

They were not afraid of death, and the former immortal added with interest that there were probably only the dead, the sick and them left in the city.

After a not-so-profound discussion between the lich and otherworldly spirits and the followers of Kranvo, the god of death, Kerry had already explained their situation to the Priest of Cranvo - silence was also a compulsory course for elves, of course. Birdwin's identity is subtly blurred, and the elves tell the priest of Cranvo that they were teleported by accidentally touching a magical device set up with a teleportation spell during their adventure.

What about the magic device?' the priest of Cranvo asked.

It didn't come with us. The elf replied.

Do your mages memorize teleportation spells?

Kerry looked at Cremar and asked him, and Cremar shook his head.

If so, the priest of Cranvo "said", please don't use it for the time being, I know he "said", this is very unreasonable. But I trust you, he bowed to the elves, we haven't been able to figure out how this plague is transferred from one person to another, and I'm worried, you know, if you use teleportation or some other way to leave, you may spread this deadly plague to other places.

Kerry was silent for a moment, then he turned to look at the person behind him, as an elf. He is immune to most human diseases, which may not affect him, as well as the thief Gülen, who can be said to be "immortal" in some ways. Looking at it this way, he really didn't know whether the god of death had bestowed a blessing or a curse on the thief, and as for Cremar, the blood of the elves in his body obviously took up the majority, and the rest of the part. It may also not be human, as the White Tower Ranger knows, for a black-haired spellcaster with a devastating blow that would have caused death and lifelong disability on an ordinary human. It was only an inconvenience of two or three days, and the most dangerous of them were Memy and Berdwin, the former was at least a priest, and Baldwin, who was only a weak human being.

Memmy had been closely watching their every move, and she had never encountered a plague that had swept through an entire city, but she could get a very vivid description of her lovers, among them adventurers, priests, consuls, lords and lords, many of whom had seen and experienced plagues, and the latter three often signed orders to burn down settlements and villages because of the death-causing plagues. Some plagues are not incurable, but they are too long, too expensive, or more importantly, too close to the city or fortress, and it is better to completely purify everything with flames just in case.

"What are they talking about?" she pounced on and grabbed Berdwin as if hiding behind a solid shield, "What are you talking about!?" she screamed, "Why don't we leave?"

The elf turned to stare at her, and those blue eyes were as beautiful as they were, as cold as they were: "We must stay here, Memi." He ruthlessly pronounced.

Memy looked at him, then looked at Berdwin in horror, Baldwin's face was pale, but he was very calm, as a former lord, he knew very well what he would face, "Let's stay." He said calmly.

Not surprised, Baldwin saw Flo's priest let go of his arm, her face contorted, her lip biting her lip with her teeth, and she suddenly turned her head towards the thief with such force that she wanted to break her own neck bone: "What about you? Gülen, do you want to die here?"

The thief laughed, he hadn't been so happy in a long time, "I don't want to. He said deliberately, when Mei Mi showed a glimmer of hope: "But I won't go with you." He waved his little finger viciously: "Get out of your own way, cute little, as long as you can,"

The priest who had been "talking" to the Elven Ranger then made a gesture, and several priests surrounded him, one of their duties was to keep the deadly plague from spreading—but a loud voice rang out around them, accompanied by a blinding light, and after they vanished, Memi disappeared with her.

A priest in Cranvo asked, do you need to track it down?

No, replied the priest, for the gates were stoned, and she could not leave the city without the help of her companions—we would find her, after she died.

The streets were very filthy, and he turned to Kerriben and said, "Perhaps you will be willing to enter the sanctuary of the fair Cranvo, where we have built a clean room for the remnants of the living, and where the plague will not yet be able to invade."

Thank you very much, said the elves, me, and my companions.

Before leaving, the thief Glenn glanced appingestively down the dark alley not far away, but he said nothing.

The Sanctuary of Kranvo was originally the official residence of the Archons, and countless ravens perched on the eaves, spires, and gargoyles used for drainage, staring at the elves without saying a word, their red eyes like embers burning in the black coals.

Before entering the only sanctuary, everyone had to go through the divine test of two Ilmut priests, and drip their own blood in a silver cup filled with clear spring water, Kerry was the first, Gülen followed, Cremar took the small needle himself, and gently stabbed himself, and the dripping blood was not formed at all, and it was pitiful.

"I'm afraid of pain. The soul of the other world said seriously.

At the end was Berdwin, whose blood dripped, and the water immediately became cloudy.

The priest of Ilmot glanced at the cup, and when he raised his eyes again, it was full of pity: "May the good Ilmot bless you, stranger," and he said, "you must not enter this room—you have the plague." ”

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"Let me pass!" shouted Leona, "you are blocking the path of a nobleman!"

"That's why," the soldier shouted in a louder voice, "Honorable Lord, you can't go any further, there's an outbreak of the Dorin Plague, and everyone there is dead!"

Leona looked ahead, at the end of the road, there was a small gray-yellow city, at dawn, the morning light shone on the earth, it was time to open the gates, and she could not see the people who entered the city and left it, but it was so quiet, quiet as if it were dead.

She knew the soldier was right.

"I think I have to thank you," Leona looked down and grabbed a handful of gold coins from her skin, amused to see the soldier's eyes sparkle like a lake in the morning light.

"But I'm sorry, I have a reason why I have to go there!"

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Before noon, Berdwin became ill.

He was given special treatment, a separate room, and the maddening pain tormented him, and he cried out, like all the sick people, in despair and hatred. (To be continued......)