The location of the white wolf is equivalent to the southernmost point of the continent, and from his position to the north, through the layers of mountains and dense forests, you can reach the human world, but this is only a remote place in the human world.

Further north, over the mountains of the southern boundary, and across the southern river, it can be regarded as the heart of the human world, where dozens of countries stand here, where there are fertile plains, crisscrossed rivers, countless people, and land that is extremely suitable for cultivation, which can be said to be the golden zone of the human world.

Near the center of this golden area, several villagers were working on the land, and today the fog was a bit heavy, the visibility was a little low, and in such weather, a pure white pigeon flew over the heads of the villagers, judging by the frequency and strength of its wings, this pigeon was already a little exhausted, and it looked like it had been flying for a long time.

However, it did not go to rest, it was a pigeon that had been specially trained to deliver messages, and it had long been accustomed to this feeling of fatigue.

The pigeon's left leg was wrapped with a red silk thread, and on top of the red silk thread was a roll of yellowed paper, which the pigeon had been flying with for dozens of days, and even if this paper was light, it was a very heavy burden for it on a long journey.

"Goo... "The dove passed through the mist, and a huge city shrouded in divine light appeared in front of it, and when it approached the edge of the city, the mist was blocked by the divine golden light, and it was impossible to enter the city, and when it saw such a scene, the dove knew that it had reached its destination.

Built on a hill and surrounded by water on both sides, the city's geographical conditions provide it with a natural barrier, and there are several villages and towns scattered around the periphery of the city, one of which is one of which has just been flown by pigeons.

The walls of this city are extremely high, about twenty meters, this city has two gates, both gates have dense flow of people, the right gate is the main gate can accommodate eight carriages side by side, ordinary people such as peddlers and pawns walk through this gate, and what awaits them there is a strict inspection.

The left gate is the side gate, which the priests of the Church of the Light can walk, this gate is not as large as the right gate, and can only accommodate two carriages side by side, but the priest gate only needs to be subject to loose checks to enter the city.

The walls are divided into two levels, divided into inner walls and outer walls, with cannons and crossbows on the inner walls, and heavily armed soldiers standing on the outer walls, and from time to time priests in white robes patrolling the city walls, who are vigilantly monitoring the situation at the city gates.

Entering the city, you will be greeted by the living quarters of the common people, where ordinary people live, there are several churches scattered in this area, shops, baths, blacksmith shops and other facilities are very complete, but there are few entertainment facilities such as theaters, and there is no trace of casinos.

Further inside, there are fewer and fewer ordinary houses, but there are more and more churches and monasteries, and the pigeons flying in the air can hear the choir singing from the church one after another, the song is holy and loud, this is its favorite sound, before leaving the city, the dove usually likes to stand on the bell tower, accompanied by the choir singing, looking at the whole city.

"When... While..... When..."The bell rang from the towering bell tower to the right of the dove, and the distant and sacred bell rang seven times in succession, and the choir song gradually disappeared with the ringing of the bell, and the dove knew that after every seven bells rang the choir the choir was going to have dinner.

The pigeon did not stop, and continued to fly towards the top of the mountain, its target - the cathedral was there, and thinking that he would be able to complete the task immediately, the pigeon used the last bit of strength left in his body, increased the frequency of flapping its wings, and flapped its wings vigorously, trying to reach its destination as soon as possible.

Inside the cathedral, an old man in a white priest's robe is sitting in a wheelchair, looking out the window, the old man has disabled legs and has difficulty moving, his female apprentice is standing behind him, pushing the wheelchair for him, the female apprentice has long blond hair, she is very beautiful, she is wearing a black nun's dress, holding the handle of the wheelchair with both hands, and looking out the window with the old man.

"Oh, what a lucky day today, you have time to visit me, and my old friend has written to me again. The old man stretched out his hand and pointed in one direction outside the window.

"Your old friend?" the nun looked suspiciously in the direction of the old man's finger, and a dove was flying in that direction.

The pigeon flew very fast, and in the blink of an eye it flew to the window where the old man was sitting, flapping its wings, a few white feathers fell, its paws landed smoothly, and it grasped the carved railing, and looked sideways at the old man and the nun.

When the nun saw the red silk thread tied to the pigeon's leg, her face instantly became a little suspicious, but the old man still looked unfazed.

"Putanis, my old friend, what happened to you, who has been preaching the gospel in the Far South for so many years, that you have used the most urgent red sign?" said the old man to himself, as he removed the letter from the pigeon's lap with his old hand.

The old man unfolded the yellowed paper and glanced at the contents of the letter, his expression still unchanged, but the nun clearly felt the old man grasp the letter in his hand hard.

"Push me to see the Pope!" the nun heard the old man give her an order in a very stern voice in front of him, and there was some sweat on her forehead, and without hesitation, she immediately pushed up the wheelchair, she had known this old man since she was a child, so she knew the old man's character very well, the old man was usually not alarmed, and rarely lost his temper.

This time his voice was so harsh, it must have meant that there was an extremely urgent situation, and the nun had only heard the old man speak in such a stern tone when the demon invaded ten years ago.

There is no doubt that something very serious has happened in the Extreme Hardship, and even a bishop has to write a letter asking for help, and the nun has heard of the old bishop of Putanis, a cardinal with great attainment in divine arts, who was entrusted by the Pope with the responsibility of the Supreme Bishop of the Far South ten years ago, what is going on over there?

Thinking of this, the nun couldn't help but speed up her pace.

Before leaving, the nun couldn't help but sneak a glance at the note in the old man's hand, the content on it was too terrifying, so that she subconsciously clenched the handle of the wheelchair.

There was only one sentence written on the note, but the meaning was quite clear.

"The demon god is resurrected, and the cult is rioting. ”