The children who were pulled into the water by the snake people did not make a sound, and if it was in their jungle, the water would soon have red ripples, but in this place, at this moment, the snake people did not dare to disobey their master in the slightest, and they had to push this rare delicacy into the gap of the underwater boulder with regret, and then continue on. When the galaxy was lowered, the snakes dived to the end of the river's branches, and it was here that the circular water of the Sanctuary of Rossada originated—one of the snake people took out a filthy bottle of poison from the skin pouch around his waist, uncorked the bottle, and in the dark water, the phosphorescent hoodoo in the bottle was quickly carried away, and a strange and satisfied smile appeared on the faces of the monsters covered with tiny scales.

The poison would wreak havoc on the temple, the sanctuary, and the town or beyond, but for the snake thieves, every innocent life meant a gold coin.

However, they did not know that just across the wall from them, two high-ranking priests were waiting, and the poison sent by the water did not enter the canal that flowed around the courtyard of the sanctuary, but into a huge stone trough, and the water poured into the stone trough still looked so clear and clean, but as soon as it touched the stone, the white alabaster began to turn gray, and began to rise a lot of filthy foam— The priests closed their eyes, stretched out their hands, hung above the stone trough, and began to whisper a prayer to their deity, and although night was not the most powerful time in Rosada, perhaps because of the slander that the glorious deity had been subjected to at the White Tower, his response was not long in coming— A ray of light as thin as a silk thread pierced people's vision like a sharp sword from the thick night, and the light fell on the palms of the priests, and soon filled their palms, and the priests cast their voices as far as they could, and while praising the name of Rosada, they overturned their palms, allowing the water-like light inside to fall into the poisoned water, and then one could clearly see that the light falling into the water first condensed into a small ball like some insoluble substance, and then, as if enraged, the ball swelled violently in the water and encroached on the territory of the poisonous water, and perhaps in the blink of an eye, the whole purification process was overThe water in the stone trough took on a pale gold color, and a priest boldly, or reverently, bent his fingers into the shape of a spoon, took some water and poured it into his mouth. The water had been as cold as ice cubes under the assimilation of the poison, but what the priest could feel was the warmth of the morning light, which flowed from his throat to his stomach, then his entire chest, and then his abdomen, and then into his limbs, and he opened his eyes and shed tears of emotion.

Another priest also tasted Rosada's blessings, and they sighed long and with great honor, and the senior priest, who had been watching them, asked the disciples to bring the silver kettle, and they drew water from the stone trough, which would be distributed among the priests and knights, and the believers of nearby Rosada, but even so, there was still a shallow layer in the stone trough, and the water would be poured into the tributaries of the Starlight River, so that the remnants of the poison would not harm innocent creatures and humans.

But not now, pastors wait.

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One of the snake people stopped suddenly, and his companion immediately made a vigilant move, but he only gestured, indicating that there was also a human cub who had been drowned by him, although in the guild's stronghold, there were also fresh fish and livestock, but for the snake people, there was nothing more delicious than this, and even their leader was a little hesitant at this time. In fact, the unplanned little prey would not hinder their escape later—the poison-infused water would not be drunk by the priests of Rosada until dawn the next day, by which time they would probably be hundreds of miles away.

The small corpse was still in the original crevice, the water of the tributaries was so clear, and the moonlight was so bright, so that the snake man's not very keen eyesight could still make him distinguish the bright colors from the rocks, he said, the clothes the boy was wearing, and the face and hands of the human cub had become alabaster white, and the dark hair seemed to be dyed black, and the snake man easily grabbed the dead man's wrist and lifted it out from under the rock.

The tense skin of the snake leader's brow bone suddenly jumped violently, and the snake people's innate premonition and rich experience gained after fighting with humans made him immediately sink down without hesitation, and he didn't even have time to warn his subordinates - his choice was so correct, because he had just sunk, and the "food" that was pulled out of the gap Without warning, it burst out, and from the shredded clothing came not human flesh, bones, or internal organs, but white phosphorus, which boiled and burned as soon as it touched the water, and the snakes let out a scream and cry of pain that humans could not hear, but it was too late, and the white phosphorus in the water emitted high heat and smoke, which made them miserable and incapacitated, and by this time, human harpoons and spears had poured over their heads like a torrential rain from above the water.

The leader of the snake people tried his best to sink, but the tributary of the Starlight River was not the sea, he only barely got rid of the boiling water of chaos, and then he touched the abundant aquatic plants, the long tail of the snake people was not suitable for meandering in such a tangled and dense underwater jungle, but at this time, the leader of the snake people had to insist on using the help of his claws, and rushed forward as quickly as possible- The water above him was still shaking, the tiny light was like pearls falling in the water, and the heat that terrified him was dissipating as the distance grew, but just when he thought he could get away with his life again, he slammed into a few taut metal wires—things that weren't there when they dived into the tributary! The snake leader paid the price for his recklessness, a thin metal wire embedded in his face, leaving a deep wound in the flat surface, while the other cut his left shoulder, but these were not the most troublesome, the most troublesome were the three thin threads underneath, they were firmly wrapped around the snake man's long tail, if there was time, the snake leader could slowly untie them or bite them off with his teeth, but would humans give him time?

The invisible hand broke through the water and rushed towards the leader of the snake people, he screamed, and did not hesitate to cut his tail into several pieces to get rid of the human trap, but the unique flexibility of the snake man's tail and the hardness of the scales made it impossible for him to do this before he was caught, he was surrounded and captured by several mage hands, like children gathered to catch a fish trapped in a nest, and he was so shameful, bloody, fished up, exposed to the moonlight and the sight of humans.

"It turns out that this is the snake man. A young mage whispered that he had not been away from the Mentor's Mage Tower for a long time, and had only seen snake people in books before.

"One of the dirtiest and most wicked creatures in the world. The knight of Rosada beside him replied, "Put them in cages," and he said, "Don't give them a chance to escape." "Although they had already learned the lessons of the White Tower, and had set up defenses in tributaries, villages, and towns since moving here from the temple and sanctuary, it was only after seeing these monsters, thieves, and their crimes that they could truly and deeply feel the hatred of the victims—they rushed here as soon as they found out that the alarm had been triggered, but there was still a child who was almost killed, and if it weren't for the priests, knights, and sorcerers, the child's precious life would not have been saved.

Not only did the boy lose his clothes, but he might have to drink some bitter potion when he returned, and be beaten when he was healed, but in any case, it was much better than drowning in the dark waters, and then becoming a supper for the snakes.

"And what about those?" asked the other knight.

"Maybe they'll go to the prison on their own. "The previous knights said that one of the favorite tricks of the priests and followers of the evil gods was to enter the temple or sanctuary of the good gods disguised as believers, and lay down curses or poisons, or to slash and kill people while they were asleep, and to set fires everywhere - and their plan this time was to take advantage of the habits of the believers in Rosada - The faithful of Rosada sometimes enter the sanctuary at night, and after sleeping peacefully in the prepared rooms of the sanctuary, they wake up with the priests of Rosada to sing, chant and drink the holy water towards the first morning light.

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The carriage carrying the abrupt group of pilgrims came to a halt on the steps of the sanctuary, and the coachman bowed deeply to the priests who had come to greet them, his eyes flickering as he watched them being ushered into the sanctuary, but his shoulders sank a little loosely when he saw that the priests had no objections—but in the next moment his hand was seized by the mother with the child.

"Come with us," said the mother, "this is a rare opportunity, I have a hunch," she said gently, "and the glory of Rosada will come here the next morning." "Absolutely, it's a pity that they can't witness the ridiculous wrath of the god of morning light at the bloody defilement of his sanctuary once more, but their master must be perfectly satisfied.

The driver was not willing to ...... He accepted the money from these people, and vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but he was just a mortal, a commoner, and he needed tinkling silver and gold coins— He had long heard from the bard that the commoners of the Dragonfire Islands could afford slaves, and that slaves were horses, mules, pigs, and that if he could have one or two slaves, he could also be a lord to be served, and that the merchant who brought them promised him slaves at a low price, and that the slaves were northerners, and that they could be chosen, and that there would be no disputes over being recognized as his relatives and friends, or that he would die not long after they were bought。

His neighbors were two northerners, tall, strong, and meek, and the flames of jealousy burned his eyes when the coachman saw them working diligently, day and night.

If he could, he didn't want to do it - the priests and knights of Rosada were good men, but they wouldn't give him gold and silver, and they were all against slavery, so it would be of little use to him.

Knowing that this temple and the sanctuary were likely to become a killing place after one night, the coachman would certainly not be willing to enter the temple with these people, but his hand was grasped so tightly, and the woman could not see the slightest bit of force, she seemed to put her finger lightly on the coachman's wrist, and the small thorn on a ring on the little finger cut the coachman's skin in the rotation, and the medicine quickly entered the human veins, and the coachman's eyes suddenly became dazed and dull: "Okay...... Ah," he said, "all right." ”

As they took the coachman by the arm and led the human into the door of the sanctuary, the mother and child glanced at the priest who greeted them, but they saw nothing.

The priests of Rosada had prepared a dwelling for the thieves - a room that would allow them to stay for a long time until the lord's soldiers came to take away the evil people, but soon a priest issued a warning that the mother's child, in fact a dwarf, had plunged his small dagger into the waist of the other man and rushed out between his legs while the priest in charge of confronting them hesitated for a moment, The former was abandoned because of the wounded's dark complexion in a few breaths—the gnome had made a mistake here that had led to the loosening of the net, and he, along with three skilled thieves, and a dangerous mage, had escaped.

"They can't leave the sanctuary!" said the senior pastor.

The Otherworldly Soul nodded, although without them, the priests and knights would eventually be able to catch these terrible killers, but there would inevitably be unnecessary damage and death, in this case, they could have avoided this problem completely.

The black-haired Dragonborn projected his power, and then, almost at the same time, he opened his eyes and pointed behind a priest.

Blood splattered, and a thief fell from the shadows and rolled on the ground, blending into the shadow of the wall.

But no matter how swift he was, he could not escape the hands of the warlock who had fought the devil and demons in the bottomless abyss for decades, and sooner than before, he withdrew from the shelter of the shadows, and there seemed to be an additional voice in his head, which ironically accused his actions and thoughts, as if he had been torn in half, half of which demanded that his body immediately drop the dagger, crying and repenting, while the other voice angrily demanded that his body immediately hide itself, and then look for an opportunity to plunge into the frenzied killing feast.