As the fire grew irreparable, a dark-skinned farmer suddenly lunged at the priest who threw his magic, not fast, but unexpected— After all, mortals are always in awe or fear of the caster, whether it is a mage, a warlock, or a priest, and they usually see a man in white or black robes on the road, or a knight lord will also avoid it from a distance, or bow deeply, but this man has obviously lost his mind, and he rushed over, while crying, his expression was so sad, and so pitiful, that on this straight route, although there were two soldiers and a knight, they did not stop him at the first time, perhaps because this man was also a member of Tara's people, and they were not used to pointing their weapons at their own kind。

And the priest who had cast the flames had not even lowered his raised hands, and he turned to the farmer with a slight astonishment, but like the others, he did not make a timely gesture of defensiveness or attack, and when the farmer suddenly pulled a dagger from his bosom, he could only scream— The priest thought he could not escape, but then he felt himself fly, high up, the light of the sun and the flames passing through his eyes, and finally the turquoise grass, and his cheeks and shoulders ached, but the dull pain was not brought by the dagger, and for a short time he only felt dizzy - a knight ran towards him, raising the small shield tied to his arm to block the possible attacks of the others, "Are you alright, priest?" he shouted. Can you hear me say?"

Yes, only for the moment the priest could not answer, his ears were buzzing, like several mosquitoes, he took the knight's arm and half-sat up, looked around, and then he saw the ugly chicken, taller than the adult Tara male, orc-like priest (the priest of Rosada, though he respected her, could not be called a lady or some other softer name), was standing a dozen paces away from him with her legs apart against the light, and the muscles of her arms bulged and lifted the farmer who had assassinated him in the air, the flames and sunlight outlining a distinct golden line around the outline of her body, which looks like the scene of the warrior fighting the evil devil described in the bard's ballad.

Caught off guard, even Lucieu, who was standing next to the Ugly Chicken, was startled, she couldn't understand why the Ugly Chicken suddenly rushed out, but when the Ugly Chicken threw the Priest Rosada out, and then grabbed the "assassin", and the shiny dagger fell from her rough hands, even if no one explained, she could know that the follower of the God of Morning Light had luckily escaped a murder.

"Is it Ciric, or is it Musk?" The ugly chicken's palm could easily wrap around the farmer's neck, she carried the failed assassin like a rooster, and shook it slightly, her movements seemed to be gentle, but it was one of the secret skills of the Ilmot's order, the priests of Ilmote were good at medicine, which allowed them to save people's lives even if they did not use magic, but on the other hand, they could not only use herbs, but also their knowledge of human muscles and bones could also make them quickly become a confessor or executionerThis kind of "shaking" comes from a priest Ilmot's imitation and exploration of the snake catcher's technique, just like in the hands of the snake catcher, the snake that has been caught in the head only needs to shake a few times, and will lose the ability to resist due to the dislocation of the vertebral joints, Ilmot priest can use this technique to make the enemy unable to fight back and escape, and the severity of the force, the frequency of shaking and the choice of direction can also make them die immediately, faint or suffer great pain.

The ugly chicken chose the last one, of course, and the man immediately screamed, and Lucieu winced slightly, and then fixed her gaze, why is she here? Doesn't she want to be able to learn from this strong and great human woman? Even Eloch agrees with this, although Lucieure, in addition to wanting to make herself stronger and stronger, she also doesn't want to be worse than Afra- Compared to her identity, Afra, as the daughter of a former priest and a leader of thieves, of course, cannot be compared to her, but Afra's guardian is none other than someone she admires, but the adult...... He doesn't need a child by his side, he always moves forward attentively, without being restricted or disturbed by any external objects, if he just follows him all the time, he will never see her.

And it's not the first time she's seen an ugly chicken, and it's not the first time she's acted with her - Ilmot's teachings are for those innocent people to bear all the calamities, and this kind of teaching, and the daily behavior of Ilmot's priests, can easily lead people to misunderstand that they are just a bunch of lowly and silent ascetics, but in fact, calamity and pain are not only physical, but also mental ordeals, and even a more important part— The priests of Ilmot prayed daily, but at other times, they would ask the senior pastor to relinquish their position for a while, and they would return to the crowd and blend into the city or castle as if they were mortals, to assassinate the culprits they believed had brought suffering to the people. As the future successor of Emerald Grove Island, Lucieu's first mentor from the outside world is Ilmot's ugly chicken.

And the ugly chicken who came to this chaotic land from the Wuthering Plains, her thoughts and ideas are considered radical even among the priests of Ilmot, at the beginning, Lucieux was puzzled why Eloch chose such a mentor for her, but when the ugly chicken took her to see the evil and darkness that she never knew and was familiar with, she never wavered, as the ugly chicken said, ending the evil life is always a good deed. It's just that, due to the nature of elves, it may not be difficult to take the life of a wicked person, but the torture and abuse will still make this black-haired elf a little unbearable. There is no way, the elves always have a kind of reverence for life, or rather, there is no evil in their nature, even if it is the undead they hate the most, they will not humiliate or punish them purposelessly and intentionally.

。 Fortunately, Ugly Chicken quickly gave up the torture, not because she sensed the timidity of the people around her, but because she didn't need to be interrogated anymore. As a precaution, Ugly Chicken placed the male human on the ground, who was already unable to move at all, took off his short robe and trousers, and examined his fingers and back, chest, and ankles, where the thieves were accustomed to carving marks and tattoos, but she only found thick calluses from years of hard work, sharp farm tools, scars from heavy stones, and some traces of insect stings, he was just a farmer, but as Ugly Chicken found, this male was a "tobacco" The walking dead under control, his eyes shrink into a small black dot in the sun, his irises are white, and his limbs are thin like reed rods, but he can burst out with a power that even the ugly chicken should not be underestimated, you know, the ugly chicken is a warrior who once fought against the orcs - only after being injured by the ugly chicken's manipulation of his spine, he could not stand up like some kind of curse and drained his whole strength, he fell to the ground, wailing incoherently, scratching his skin with his nails, spitting cloudy liquid from his mouth.

"Beware of all the squads," said the ugly chicken head without replying, "someone must have hired them to assassinate the priest, knight, or soldier, and all those who destroyed this plant were their enemies, and although they were mortals, they were as powerful as an orc." ”

"Hire?" asked the knight, apologetic for his negligence, "can they hire so many, and the people of Tara should know that we are right." ”

"It is the right thing they agree to do if the family is fed," replied the ugly chicken, standing up, "and you have destroyed their hopes, and without these plants, and without wheat or anything, they will starve, and they will be whipped, and they may have become serfs because they cannot pay their taxes, and, of course, there are slaves, and whether they are Musk or Ciric, they have used them to tempt them, not only with the jingling of coins, but also with the ' Tobacco', the drug that was once used on orcs to make them stronger, more powerful, more insane, defy to pain and death. The orcs used this to capture Thundercastle, and now they're using it on mortals, I don't know the exact difference, but it's comparable to the level of danger that makes your people more dangerous. ”

"I thought ......," the knight whispered, "these would only happen in war." ”

The Ugly Chicken gave him a strange look, Rosada's followers were not good at all, whether they were priests or paladins, they had the innocence of young people, which made their personalities too bright and upright - not bad, but when faced with followers such as Darksun and Shadow Worms (the gods' contemptuous name for the god of thieves Musk), their thoughts were a little rigid, and they could easily be hurt and defeated by it.

"Do you think that war is a battle between knights and soldiers in rows, face to face, as described in the bard's ballad?" said the ugly chicken, "I think you must not have joined the previous war, or you would have seen hordes of mad mortals rushing with their bare hands towards the lowered spears and unsheathed swords—not that you can ignore them because they are slaves, not the people of Tara, and in any case, many of them are related to Tara by blood and kinship." "After all, the southern countries are like a stone slab that is separated by knocking, although it is impossible to pick up the broken pieces, but because of the large number of blocks and the small area, there are not many villages on the border that intermarry with each other.

"I said that war is coming," said the ugly chicken bluntly, "this is not a war of one nation against another, one archduke against another, one lord against another—for neither Ciric nor Marsk, their followers are more than that, they breed in every dark corner, like poisonous mushrooms, and when they don't act, the harm is only on the surface, but if they do— Why do you think rats and bugs swagger into the sunlight and into people's sight?"

"Fearless?" replied the knight.

Ugly Chicken shook her head: "Wrong answer," she said, "Thieves or assassins, they are all products of darkness, they were born in darkness, they exist in darkness, they die in darkness, they are doomed to hate light, as a man once said, a famous thief, or a famous assassin, can only be a joke." Look at Musk, look at Ciric, do they have a grand temple, do they have a huge sanctuary? No, can't they have it? How is it possible, who doesn't know, through intrigue and evil, that a small guild of thieves can amass an astonishing fortune in just a few years—it's their habit, it's their unchangeable instinct, they're destined to be so, but what makes them suddenly appear in front of people with such fanfare—there's only one possibility, what makes them have to do it. ”

"Who is it?" asked the knight unconsciously.

"I'd love to know, too. "But I always feel that things are getting worse, and there should be nothing wrong with that." ”

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"Things are getting worse. Carey Ben said.

When they left the Brass Coast, they did not expect that the southern countries would be corrupted to such an extent, if it were not for the fall of Vinito, and the change of Tara, which caused some people to fear and expose them, they did not know that so many countries were already in the hands of the forces of the dark sun, and it was like some kind of sign, almost in a few days, the gorgeous blue butterflies that had been extinct due to lack of food flew into the eyes of the people again, their beauty and delicacy aroused the cheers and love of people who did not know the inside story, but those who knew what they portented could not laugh at all。

According to Kerry's original plan, they should disguise themselves as a squad of adventurers, as they have done before, and infiltrate the kingdoms to find out the traces left behind by the followers of the Dark Sun and the Shadow Worms, so as to trace the roots, trace them all the way to their lair, and then put together the pieces they find to reveal and destroy possible conspiracies - but they are now forced to be involved in secular warfare- Although Tara had regained her composure, the things that had been revealed in the war could not reassure them.