Despite the wind whistling in his ears, Cheng Mo could still hear the Russian scolding in the distance, he didn't look back, just ran in the direction of Christianfeld like lightning, the snow-covered conifers were rapidly retreating, and the cold wind mixed with snowflakes hit his cheeks. Cheng Mo doesn't like this kind of weather very much, he doesn't feel cold, but these non-stop goose feathers and snow will hinder his vision, making him see the world like a glass covered with a layer of fog.

When Cheng Mo's vision appeared in Christianfield's not-so-tall stone city wall, behind him a series of lasers shot into the pitch-black sky like flickering flares, Cheng Mo stopped, stood in the middle of a few conifers and looked back at the sky in the distance, countless streamers illuminated a large area of the sky, snowflakes crumbled in the darkness, and when the laser disappeared, it disappeared into the darkness.

It seemed that the battle ended quickly, and Cheng Mo guessed that it should be the Star Gate scouts who were fooled by the Red Pill of Xiyuan Temple, as long as the people of the Sun Flower Banner killed the people of the Star Gate, Cheng Mo's plan would be most successful.

Cheng Mo didn't show excitement, didn't look too much, turned around and continued to walk forward, he stepped lightly on the soft snow, trying not to make a sound, until he carefully moved to the edge of the taiga. Cheng Mo chose a thick coniferous tree, climbed up, he shuttled through the snow-covered coniferous canopy, shook the snow to fall, a poor squirrel that was hibernating was woken up by him and poked its head out of the tree hole, it was startled by Cheng Mo, and quickly jumped into the snow along the branches, leaving a series of small footprints.

Cheng Mo watched it leave, then went up again, climbing high above the massive canopy, and he looked down on the dark Christianfeld. Christianfield, where the ruins of Asgard were discovered, is very different from the real-world Christianfield, with no walls and no city walls, and an area far less than the town in front of you. However, in terms of beauty, it is much more beautiful than Christianfeld in the real world, there is no special building in Christianfeld in front of you, and as far as the eye can see, almost all of the bungalows lurking within the city walls are bungalows, which sets off the original not tall Sisturf Church looks majestic.

Snowflakes flew over the town, and a heavy rustle and the clashing of chain mail were heard on the other side of the gray walls, which were distinct in the silence. Cheng Mo held his breath and looked towards the source of the sound, and a group of soldiers with spears walked over from the city wall, and they walked to the top of the city gate with snowflakes.

At this moment the wooden gates nailed to iron bars in the snow were pushed open, and a group of men dressed in scarlet linen monks' robes flowed out, some of them holding torches in their hands, some of them holding crosses in their hands, all with strange haircuts, and the top of their heads was bare, but there was a ring of hair around their heads, which looked like a group of kappa.

Cheng Mo was not amused or surprised, he knew that this hairstyle was the hallmark of the Benedictine Order, but he did not know what the monks were going to do when they came out in the middle of the night. Cheng Mo felt very strange, as far as the ruins he had been to were concerned, most of the NPCs in it were monsters, and there were very few humans, although there were also "human monks" in the ultimate trial of "Babel", but Cheng Mo could clearly feel that those NPCs were emotionless NPCs, and the expressions of these people in front of him were very vivid, not like NPCs at all.

Then the monk with torches and crosses followed out by a group of soldiers, the light of the fire reflected the silver helmet like an iron bucket, which looked very strange, and the white cloth shirt painted with a red cross, which stood out in the heavy snow. In the middle of the ranks of soldiers, there were three women in black tied behind their backs, and if you didn't look closely, it was hard to see, as if they didn't exist, and they were drowned out in white and red.

As soon as the team walked out of the gate, the three women tied up behind their backs were pressed to the front of the gate, their boots kicked behind their knees, and the women knelt in the snow without resistance. Judging from their dress, they are ordinary women in the Middle Ages, and there seems to be nothing peculiar about them.

The monk turned around and began to chant the scriptures among the three women, and the loud singing of the silent night was particularly strange. Cheng Mo understood every word very clearly, but he didn't understand the language of these monks at all, and after listening to it for a long time, he realized that it looked like French and Latin.

When the monk had finished reciting and making a cross, someone dropped the rope above the gate, and the soldier with the bucket hat pushed the trembling and crying women to the edge of the rope and pressed their heads, trying to put their heads in the ropes, but one of the dying women began to struggle, and she fell to the ground and rolled as hard as she could. The snowflakes on the ground splashed, and the soldiers who grabbed her couldn't control her at all, so the soldiers behind rushed up, pressed her shoulders, punched and kicked her, and the terrible sound pierced the night, until the woman was forcibly put into the rope circle, and the soldiers above the city gate simply hung the three women neatly, and the piercing shout turned into a "ho-ho" gasp.

Their faces gradually turned pale, and in violent convulsions and tremors, they were soon hanged at the city gate, like three roast ducks hanging above the city gate.

Cheng Mo opened the contribution list, and the number of witches captured by the Star Gate had become "9", he frowned, and watched as the monks and soldiers retreated into the city gate like a tide, slowly closing the heavy city gate, leaving only three corpses shaking in the cold wind.

Although Cheng Mo told himself that this was the land of ruins and everything was fake, he still felt that this undignified death was too shocking, because all this happened often in the real Middle Ages, and it was even more cruel than the scene in front of him, but it was still extremely impactful to see it with his own eyes. Cheng Mo told himself that it was all an illusion, and he put aside his complicated thoughts and began to think about what this scene in front of him meant.

As far as he's observed, the Land of Asgard Ruins is a bit different from the previous Land of Ruins, an almost completely realistic environment with no monsters yet. According to Cheng Mo's experience, he believes that the land of ruins does not exist for the Chosen to brush up on experience, in fact, every place of ruins reflects a piece of history, telling the Chosen ones that enter the history books are not necessarily correct, just like the pyramids, the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang and the Tower of Babel.

The idea of solving the problem is to find clues and discover the truth through the combination of the land of ruins and history. However, the vast majority of the Chosen don't care about the truth, they think that the Ruins Land is just an illusion, and as long as they can clear the level, the message that the Ruins Land wants to convey is not that important. Or in other words, most organizations forbid the Chosen to investigate this issue, just like Cheng Mo couldn't find relevant materials on the Internet and libraries when he passed through some ruins.

And it is not Huaxia abroad, even if he wants to meet experts in this field, there is no way to meet him. This is the reason why he only got S+ in the Seven Ruins Lands.

Cheng Mo exhaled slightly and jumped down from the canopy, he had already heard the movement of the people with the Sunflower Banner. Cheng Mo ran along the city wall in the taiga until he couldn't hear any sound, then he crossed the empty space between the taiga and the city wall and jumped onto the city wall. Cheng Mo stopped, standing between the arrow stacks and looking at the Sunflower Banner in the distance, at this moment they had jumped over the city wall and were moving quickly towards the center of the town, and the target of their direction was the illuminated Sisdu Church.

The group level in the Ruins Land needs to go to the quest point to get the quest first, and the quest collection point in the Ruins Land of Asgard is the Church of Sisdu. Although every second counts now, Cheng Mo is not too anxious, he got off the city wall and walked forward along the narrow laneway, the town at midnight was unusually silent, and the air was filled with a slight smell, but it did not reach that unbearable situation, on both sides were low stone houses, this kind of stone houses were very ugly, if they were not covered with snow, not only would they be more ugly but also extremely dirty.

The snow-paved street did not give Cheng Mo a clean feeling, and the snow at the junction of the street and the stone house was yellow, which was about the appearance of being stained with feces and urine, which was a little disgusting. Some houses had a big "P" written on the walls of the houses, and from the broken wooden doors that could not stop the wind, there was a faint cry coming out, like a desperate whimper, mixed with the sound of chanting scriptures, like a mantra.

Cheng Mo knew that the "P" was written on the wall of a medieval house, which meant that there were patients with the Black Death in the room, which meant to warn passers-by to stay away. He walked in the middle of the road and found that every room or two had a "P" written on it, some of them empty, some of which still had a residual smell. Cheng Mo seemed to see the Grim Reaper wielding a scythe, circling in the streets and alleys of the town, the white snow turned black, the whole city was filled with a breath of death, and the stone houses were like tombs, closing the groans of painful souls.

After walking in such a suffocating atmosphere for about twenty minutes, Cheng Mo could already see the atrium of the Sisdu Church through the snow curtain, which was exactly the same as the real Sisdu Church, except that the guards standing in front at the moment were not Ou Yu or the Danish Chosen One, but the crusaders in chain mail and white robes, who were moving back and forth in front of the church with spears in their hands, guarding the main entrance.

In the center of the square, a vigorous bonfire was burning, and a few wild dogs were sleeping soundly near the bonfire, and a group of strangely shaped people were warming up. Cheng Mo stood at the edge of the square and listened to the man, and after making sure that there was no one with the Sunflower Banner here, he stepped on the snow and walked towards the main entrance of the church, Cheng Mo was sure that his movements were big enough, but the soldiers on patrol did not react as if they could not see him. Cheng Mo was a little surprised, he deliberately walked in front of a soldier, and the soldier with two golden mustaches still focused on him, his eyes seemed to pass through his body. He hesitated for a moment, reached out to grab the spear in the soldier's hand, but it was empty, as if the soldier in front of him was just a three-dimensional projection.

Cheng Mo hadn't entered the land of ruins that could only be cleared by teaming up, I don't know if all this is normal, in short, there is no need to be surprised by what happened in the land of ruins, he didn't think much about what was going on, and walked straight to the church of Sisdu. Walking up the steps, past the white-robed crusaders guarding the door, and the moment you step into the church, a smell of incense comes to your face, and the church is surrounded by countless candles, a beautiful dome painted with frescoes, a shrine with a golden icon, a staircase covered with a red wool carpet, and a white angel carved in marble.

Here and outside are two worlds.

The church was empty, except for the brown altar under the cross where an elderly priest dressed in red stood in front of the brown altar.

"Cardinal. This word jumped out of Cheng Mo's heart, and cardinals have played a dishonorable role in many famous books. And, when the cardinal could see him, Cheng Mo stopped and stood in the corridor in the middle of the church to meet the cardinal in front of the altar.

Cheng Mo looked at the cardinal, his eye sockets were deep, his eagle hooked nose was extraordinarily large, and the small red round hat on his head was extraordinarily small, his fat body was covered with a gorgeous red velvet robe, and he was wearing a golden cross on his chest, his hands were clasped in front of his chest, and he looked at Cheng Mo who was standing in the middle of the corridor kindly, gave a deep salute, and whispered in Latin: "Your Excellency, now that this city is facing destruction, are you sent by the Creator to solve the plague for us?"

Cheng Mo didn't know Latin, but the meaning of this passage appeared directly in his mind like a subtitle version. Cheng Mo didn't answer immediately, just stared at the cardinal priest for a moment, his wrinkled face did not have a trace of impatience, let alone arrogance, and looked back at Cheng Mo with a humble smile. However, Cheng Mo didn't feel that the cardinal in front of him was kind at all, he only felt that the other party was a bit like the wolf grandmother in the fairy tale "Little Red Riding Hood". He thought for a moment and asked in a low voice in English, "Plague?"

The cardinal understood his words without any hindrance, and immediately replied: "Yes, an unprecedented plague, this is the power that the witches borrowed from the demons, who, according to the devil's will, are ready to humiliate the Creator for a very small reward, they have forgotten their own salvation, they have strayed from the faith of the Creator, they have made friends with the sleeping demon Alkan, they curse and punish them, they cast magic, they bewitch the people, they do mischief. They kill small animals, make farming unproductive, dead fruit trees, and kill people...... But God has not forsaken us, so here you are. ”

"So to solve the plague, is to help you capture witches?"

"Yes, my lordship, they possess demonic powers and are powerful, and our Inquisitors are no match for them..... It takes the help of your divine powers. ”

"What will I get paid for helping you capture witches?"

"If you can help us relieve the plague, I will tell you the location of the Great Creator. You can get the 'Singer's Horn' after killing the Great Master Creator......"

"Where do I go to find the witch?" Cheng Mo asked.

The cardinal turned slightly and picked up a yellowed parchment scroll from the pulpit-like altar behind him, he showed it to Cheng Mo, and whispered, "Your Excellency, this is the Witch's Hammer, which records how to detect the crimes of witches, and is also the basic manual for hunting down witches. When you take this book, it means that our contract has been fulfilled. As long as you can catch 666 witches, we will hold a memorial and help you summon the demon Alkan, and once you kill the demon Alkan, I will tell you the location of the great creator....."

Cheng Mo set his sights on the cardinal's copy of "The Hammer of Witches", with a line of "Ie Marteau des dessorcieres" ("The Hammer of the Witches") written on the cover, and Cheng Mo, who is familiar with history, of course knows this famous evil book, its author is the Inquisitors Instidoris and Slenji, two inquisitors who specialize in witch hunting, and they are also the recipients of the papal decree. The intellectual and religious authority of the two judges gave the book moral and theological guarantees. Until the 17th century, the book was a basic manual for inquisitors to capture and judge witches.

At this moment, Cheng Mo hesitated, he remembered the three women who had been hanged just now, and their pale faces appeared in Cheng Mo's memories, like corpses that suddenly emerged from the bottom of the water. Anyone who has studied history knows that witches were only scapegoats, they were not the cause of the plague, and according to later analysis, the Black Death, which swept through the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries and killed 25 million people (1/3 of the total population of Europa at that time), should be the plague.

Cheng Mo stared at the book "Witch's Hammer", stood straight in place, and sank into deep meditation.

"Your Excellency, what are you still thinking about? God's people are waiting for your deliverance..... "The cardinal said in a very low voice, "Take this book, and you will be able to eradicate the plague, and you will receive the eternal name and the gift of the Creator......"

Cheng Mo looked up slightly and saw the Creator tied to the cross, and he closed his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to see the sins in the world. Maybe the sculpture was too vivid, or maybe the scene just now was too shocking, at this moment Cheng Mo felt that there were some sympathetic feelings in his heart. He couldn't help but shake his head, feeling that he shouldn't be so emotional, he suspected that it was because of Xie Minyun's love or Shen Youyi's warmth, which made his hard heart soften, but now was not the time for him to be compassionate, he only needed to rationally consider how to get the "singer's horn".

As for right and wrong in history, it doesn't matter.

Cheng Mo looked at the cardinal, looked at the "Witch's Hammer" again, walked to the front of the cardinal, he raised his hand, and was about to get the "Witch's Hammer", at this time the cardinal's wrinkled round face bloomed with a kind smile, there was not much compassion in the smile, there was no worry, only a majestic and solemn indifference. At this moment, Cheng Mo couldn't tell whether the cardinal in front of him was just an NPC in the Land of Ruins, or a real person.

Cheng Mo's hand that touched the parchment scroll was electrocuted back, and he suddenly remembered that he was the real "judge", and if he did something unfair, he would be deducted from his guilt points, Cheng Mo was not sure if this was valid in the Land of Ruins, he had never encountered such a situation.

"I'm still going to have to think about it. Cheng Mo decided to go out and do a test first, and he thought that perhaps the appearance of the "Land of Asgardian Ruins" was related to the appearance of his professional inquisitor.

"There are already three powerful teams of the Chosen One in front of you who have accepted the mission, so you'd better not lose time. ”

"I know!" Cheng Mo turned and walked back.

The cardinal showed casual disappointment, and he bowed deeply to Cheng Mo and said, "I am waiting for you to come back at any time." ”

Cheng Mo didn't answer, he walked out of the church quickly, the bonfire in the center of the square was still burning in the heavy snow, and there was a sound of hurried footsteps in the distance, Cheng Mo glanced at the time, it should be the arrival of the kamikaze. Cheng Mo glanced around, and was about to find a hidden position to hide to see how many people the kamikaze had entered, but he inadvertently saw a man wearing a bird's beak mask standing under the eaves of a stone house at the edge of the square, he was wearing a black robe, a black gentleman's hat, and a stick like a cane in his hand.

This is the most famous bird-beak doctor in the Middle Ages, Cheng Mo remembered that the highest rank of the "Black Death" was the "bird-beak doctor", Cheng Mo felt shocked in his heart, and suddenly realized that a "Black Death" was the name of a disease that killed countless people, and the bird-beak doctors were the great doctors who were committed to resisting the Black Death.

What did the founder think? Cheng Mo stared at the bird's beak doctor not far away, a little puzzled, the ice edge under the eaves flashed with the orange flame of the bonfire, and the silver narrow beak and transparent crystal lens had a strange sense of transcending time and space.

Cheng Mo remembered that the bird's beak mask seemed to have been invented in 1656, but the time and space of Asgard seemed to be a little older than this age. Cheng Mo was entangled for a moment, his curiosity about the bird's beak doctor overpowered his will to probe the kamikaze, he still quickly went down the steps and ran in the direction of the bird's beak doctor, but unexpectedly, the other party seemed to see him, turned around and walked towards the dark alleyway.....

This is the most famous bird-beak doctor in the Middle Ages, Cheng Mo remembered that the highest rank of the "Black Death" was the "bird-beak doctor", Cheng Mo felt shocked in his heart, and suddenly realized that a "Black Death" was the name of a disease that killed countless people, and the bird-beak doctors were the great doctors who were committed to resisting the Black Death.

What did the founder think? Cheng Mo stared at the bird's beak doctor not far away, a little puzzled, the ice edges under the eaves flickered with the light of the campfire jumping, and the silver narrow beak and transparent crystal lenses had a strange sense of transcending time and space.

Cheng Mo remembered that the bird's beak mask seemed to have been invented in 1656, but the time and space of Asgard seemed to be a little older than this age. Cheng Mo hesitated, but quickly descended the steps and ran in the direction of the bird's beak doctor, but unexpectedly, the other party seemed to see him, turned around and walked towards the dark alleyway.....