The white tower in the night has a white tower body, and the evil red lines spread on it, the white tower standing on the hillside is like a red hat that tempts people to walk to the swamp in the dark, strange and curious at the same time.

Birlan and Dikido sat on the floor of the White Tower's hall gasping, and since the punk hadn't added any furniture to the White Tower's hall from beginning to end, the tired Dikido and Biran could only sit on the floor with a heavy smell of blood.

"Hah! Hah! Finally............ It's safe at last, damn it!"

Dikido gasped heavily, as a pure ordinary person, running such a long distance had drained the last of his strength, and now he collapsed to the ground, even if the smell of blood was disgusting.

Bilan, who has the rank of professional, is half-kneeling on the ground to deal with the little boy's wounds, but she doesn't have any idea of speaking!

There was silence in the hall of the White Tower for a while.

"Damn, why did those people watch us being hunted down and didn't come to the rescue, couldn't they see that we were still carrying seriously injured children"?

Dikido gritted his teeth almost with the last bit of strength, and in the process of escaping, he clearly saw that many of the townspeople who were usually friendly and helpful were watching himself and Bilan running all the way through the window, listening to their constant pleas for help and appeals, but ............ No one came out to stop the mad missionaries, no one even called out, and the townsfolk who usually bragged about each other just watched, as if they were watching a horror play, with a look of horror but nothing to do.

"Damn, why, didn't they see those mad preachers, who only a dozen people could stop those fellows, and these people didn't have any sympathy?"

The last sentence was uttered by a roar, tears running down Dikido's cheeks, and he felt that the true face of those peaceful and friendly townspeople was so shameful and cowardly, that they were like indifferent spectators from beginning to end, and many even gloated over the misfortunes of others!

"Man is a contradictory creature, usually those friendly side is them, and today the cowardly side is also them, it's just different choices in different situations, it's not those people who want to deceive us!"

Biran carefully soothed the little boy's pain with her spells, and when she heard Dichido's roar, she spoke sad truths in mournful language!

“..................”

Hearing Biran's words, Dikido fell silent, Dikido, who had grown up in the kindness of people since childhood, had never known that there was such an ugly side to human nature, and today, he saw a group of crazy believers, and a group of cowardly townspeople, the former terrified him, and the latter ............ Make him sad.

But we can't give up hope because of this, no matter what others do to us, but as a kind person, we must always stick to the goodness in our hearts!

Kindness............ It's your own business, and you never need someone else's return"!

In the gloomy and swaying light, Bilan gently stroked Dikido's messy hair, and the girl comforted the crying Dikido with a gentle voice, although Bilan was also sad and helpless because of today's experience, but the boy crying in front of him needed comfort more than himself.

Dikido looked at Bilan with teary eyes, and the girl in front of him seemed to be the only light in this dark world.

"Cheer up, we need to heal this child, and we need ............ Get out of here"!

There was a kind of firmness and persistence in Bilan's light voice, and she gently picked up the aching Dichido, then trotted to the punk lab and began to carefully search for knives and medicines.

Although Punk also left several magic traps on the test table, Biran, who was often forced to stay next to the test table, remembered the location of the magic traps, as for what would happen to Punk when he returned............ It's important to save people now, and let's talk about it later!

Dikido looked at Bilan's back in a daze, and only then did he realize how terrible and strange the environment of the White Tower was, and the blood-stained experimental bench............ It looks like a research base for an evil mage, but is Bilan's so-called "not bad" referring to this kind of environment?

Thinking of this, Dikido couldn't help but have a sour nose, he didn't know that the rhetoric was just Bilan's order not to worry him, looking at Bilan's back, Diqido felt that the other party's petite body was hidden in incredible strength and strength.

"I ...... How can you just be so depressed!"

Dikido gritted his teeth and stood up, he felt that he had to run hard to catch up with the girl's back, and now ............ It's not the time to stop.

"That............ Bilan ...... I'll help............

The white tower that stands on a hill stands in the howl of the cold wind, dark but safe for two grieving travelers. And the inhabitants of Niairan do not have the "good luck" of Biran and Dichido............

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The defense of the White Tower has a clear punk style, in order to facilitate the transportation of slaves, the punk set up a program to allow passers-by to bring people in and out, anyway, important things Punk has always carried with him, and the things in the White Tower are just a few worthless auxiliary tools.

Therefore, the defensive circles of the White Tower were all biased towards attack, and through the use of several gems filled with magic power as energy sources, the missionaries who rushed into the circle without knowing whether they were alive or dead were instantly blown to pieces by the furious spell traps.

However, without the addition of punk magic, this attack-based, hugely expensive circle can't last too long, and because the punk "disposed of" the last few slaves before leaving, there is no food or water stored in the White Tower, and Dikido and Bilan can't stay here for too long.

As if knowing this, five or six sluggish missionaries stood quietly outside the circle in gray-red robes, staring at the white tower on the mountain with cloudy eyes. It's like a few wax statues, lifeless!

Now the small town of Niairan has completely lost its peace and tranquility, and a terrible disease has suddenly erupted like a falling from the sky, and nearly a third of the townspeople have found that their bodies have become fragile since they didn't know when they started, and their bones will crack or even break bones if they bump the slightest bump!

In the panic of the spread of the epidemic, the missionaries of Tishachar changed their original stubborn attitude, and they formed small groups, went door to door to promote the teachings, and brought out "divine water" that could cure the so-called "curse of ashes" for people to drink. If the other person does not drink, then several missionaries will rush up, break the other person's mouth and force it down!

The so-called "divine water" does have the ability to cure this terrible epidemic, nearly one-third of the sick townspeople have joined this strange church in fear in order to cure the disease, and many people have been forced to drink the "divine water", and these people who drank the "divine water" have all become fanatical believers of the "goddess Tishachar" in just half an hour!

How could the sober townsfolk who saw this scene not realize that this was a huge conspiracy, but they could only hide in their homes and tremble, they were afraid of being found by those mad missionaries, so none of them had the courage to stand up and resist or escape............

The plague and cult broke out rapidly overnight in the villages and towns around the city of Dolaiz, as premeditated, but ............ Due to the inconvenient transportation, more than a dozen messengers who went to the city of Doraise to report the news were still on the way............