Sixty years ago, near the far border of the desert kingdom of Takara, there was a village called Bizr.

The buildings here are basically made of sand, as if they were sandcastles made by giants. In the early morning and dusk of each day, the low-rise buildings are bathed in golden soft sunlight, giving the village a charming quaint charm.

Not far from the village is a seasonal river called Whistle, which flows happily from north to south when the rainy season arrives, making the dry and cracked riverbed along the way moist again.

The precious water of the river not only irrigates the sparse vegetation and crops planted in advance on both banks, but also contains many fish and shrimp that are rarely seen on a daily basis, improving the food for nearby residents.

So, whenever the whistle sounds, the villagers will hear it.

Although the village of Bizl nominally belonged to Takara, the kingdom never sent people to run it, but left it to its own devices. It is only at the end of the autumn harvest that a tax collector on a camel with a small guard comes to collect some symbolic taxes to prove that this place still belongs to the kingdom.

And the tax money is not the shiny real gold or silver, but the green melons. The village is rich in melons, and the white flesh under the thick skin is as sweet as honey.

In fact, semi-independent villages like Bizir are not uncommon in the desert, and like other villages and towns in remote areas of the human kingdom, they were initially temporary adventurer camps, or gathering areas where caravans were used to staying, and then slowly developed over time.

Sometime ago, the Mawela Desert was bustling with adventurers. They slept in groups, eating and sleeping, and measured the entire desert with their own footsteps.

The reason for this is not because of the discovery of rare open-pit gold mines in the desert, nor because of the miraculous appearance of some precious magical materials in large quantities, but because during that time, there was a very famous historian, when he studied the book called The Last Goblin, according to the records in the book, combined with a large number of related documents, and finally researched that the capital of the Goblin Empire of the Fifth Age was hidden in an unknown place in the desert.

The historian also asserts that there is a high probability that the capital of the Goblin Empire is buried with unimaginably vast wealth, as well as the integrity of the war machines they once used. These riches and war machines lie quietly under the sand, waiting to be discovered.

So, a special era quietly came with the remarks of this historian.

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As we talked, we habitually digressed again, but let us move our eyes back to the village.

On this day, along the banks of the Whistle River, with poplars and camel thorns, came two travelers dressed in plate armor and riding camels. One of them had a face as clear as a knife, and the plate armor on his body was worn and dull, as if it were covered with a layer of dust, while the other was very young, with bright blond hair and armor that matched the armor on his body.

These two people are Darren, who has just become a paladin not long ago, and his teacher Hall.

Darren had planned to follow his teacher to the heart of the Desert Kingdom, but a violent sandstorm suddenly arrived and swept them in.

The powerful divine power ensured that the two were not injured in the sandstorm, but it also caused them to deviate from their original direction and inexplicably came to this small village in a remote area.

The two of them came all the way to the entrance of the village, and the happy expressions that were supposed to be able to rest became much more serious in an instant.

"Teacher, I feel that this village is filled with a thick smell of profanity, and the disgusting smell is more obvious than the smell of rotting corpses, it is simply disgusting!" the young paladin frowned, his tone full of disgust.

After becoming a paladin, Darren was able to clearly distinguish between evil and blasphemous. Every time he encountered it, he felt a strong urge to erase it completely.

"It seems that we are not here for nothing, and this may be the guidance of the power of inheritance. Hale nodded, "We should find the source of the blasphemy and destroy it to restore the village to its original state." ”

The paladins led their camels into the village, carefully searching for the source of their breath. The villagers along the way stared at them with indifferent faces, and their eyes showed extremely obvious rejection.

The further they walked into the village, the heavier the expressions on the faces of the two paladins, the situation here was much more serious than they had imagined, and the level of pollution from the blasphemous aura had reached an extremely terrifying level.

Darren had thought that this time would be the same as last time, that there was an evil creature hiding in the village, waiting for an opportunity to kill innocent people, but what he had observed along the way here was clearly more than that.

Last time, when he and Mr. Hall were on the way to practice, they encountered a shapeshifter who had taken on the form of a human. The shapeshifter not only secretly killed the original owner, but even lived with the original owner's wife for a long time, and made the other party pregnant.

Although Darren and his teacher managed to debunk the shapeshifter and kill it on the spot, the paladins didn't know how to help the poor pregnant lady.

What's more, even though the monster was restored to its original body and lay directly in front of the lady's eyes, she still didn't believe that the lover she had lived with for so long was an ugly monster with an abominable face.

The woman was screaming, crying, wailing, and screaming hysterically, calling Darren a murderer, a demon, a demon who could use illusions, and threw everything she could see at them. At last the lord of the city came to find out what was going on, and he asked the apothecary to make a cup of moon tea, and forcibly poured it on the poor woman, and aborted the baby in her womb.

Later, Darren heard that when the woman saw the deformed baby of the monster species that had fallen between her legs, she fainted. When she woke up, she went completely insane.

She looked at everyone like a terrible monster, and she looked at everyone like her lover.

And when the young paladin asked his teacher, "Is what we are doing this time is right, is it a righteous act?", his teacher did not give a direct affirmative answer, but looked at the sky and replied:

"Human beings are sometimes strong, but at other times, they are also extremely vulnerable. They tend to prefer to accept false goodness rather than cruel truth. And what we can do is to redeem as much as possible, which is our responsibility and our mission. ”

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