The low wind slowly swept through the canopy, the cascading dark green leaves rattled against each other, the sparse beeches stood silently on both sides of the flat and narrow paths, and the babbling brook tinkled in the dreary air. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

When the silence of the afternoon is broken, the dull sound of horses' hooves comes from far and near.

Under the black hair of the two tall and handsome Kamad horses, the strong muscles swayed rhythmically, and the iron-wrapped horseshoes swept across the dirt floor. The brown leather armor of the two scouts on the horses was full of gaps, and the lily of the valley crest on their chests was twisted and distorted.

Their tired expressions eased.

The towering minaret of Fort Kolin in Sodan is already in sight.

In the evening, the first batch of refugees, dressed in tattered clothes and trousers, dragged their tired bodies out of the woods and across the rocky river, and the light of the fire in front of the gate of Sodan attracted them to staggering closer.

On the city walls, rows of soldiers held torches like stone carvings, and the young Baron Colin held the battlements with his hands on the battlements, his brows furrowed. The two guards stood silently beside him, each holding a hand tightly on the hilt of the sword hanging from his side.

After Horace and Baron Talon selected the craftsmen and soldiers among the refugees, they maliciously drove the old, weak, sick and disabled refugees to Sodan. Baron Colin had intended to take them all in, and the Barony did need them. But news from the scout in the afternoon made him change his mind.

The soldiers who went to meet them were attacked by the refugees, and the knight of Philian was seriously wounded and fled into the Black Forest. A true refugee would not have the courage to attack the knights of the local lords, let alone injure Philiar, who possessed the strength of the silver superior. Although the armor on his body has been passed down for three generations, it has not yet reached the point where it is unusable. As the constructed armor of the Heavenly Armed Series, there is no doubt about the ability to defend and attack. The person who can seriously injure him is definitely not as simple as a refugee.

"Something is wrong, Lord Colin. ”

The baron tilted his head to look at the old priest who had stood beside him at some point, and opened his jaw slightly, revealing a surprised expression. Priest Haru held a crystal scepter, a white embroidered gold robe, and ornate gemstone rings on both hands. The long, usually scattered gray hair was also neatly combed and tied behind his head with an iron ring.

The young lord remembered that it was only during the ceremony that he officially took over So'dan that the old priest wore such a magnificent costume.

Priest Haru waved his scepter slightly, his eyes immediately flashed with a slight glow, and the golden vertical pupils made people shudder, this was the eye of Peng Yutian - it could make people see more carefully and clearly.

"There were no children or wounded among the refugees, only old people and able-bodied young people. ”

Colin nodded, the cavalry at the gate of the city was arranged to deal with such a situation, and there were archers on standby in the arrow tower.

"Can you tell who they are?"

The old priest shook his head, the other party was wearing long-sleeved linen clothes and pants, and the distance between the two sides was too far, even with the help of divine magic, he could only see a rough idea.

At this time, an old man came up on the stairs by the city wall, both of them subconsciously shrunk their necks, and the priest Haru waved the crystal scepter down fiercely, opened the old man's outstretched hand, and roared angrily: "Derian, you dare to touch my clothes with dirty hands!"

"I'm saying closeness, and the older you get, the more boring it gets, right, Lord Baron. Derian rolled his eyes and turned to give Baron Colin a big hug.

The young man's face was strange, but he didn't dare to move, so he could only signal to the two guards with his eyes. The guards in iron armor each stiffened their heads, pretending not to see the scene in front of them.

After his greasy hands left two handprints on the lord's ornate cloak, Priest Derian finally got serious and muttered, "I always feel that the smell of these guys is familiar. ”

Priest Haru asked with a cold face, "Can you see anything?"

Unlike the believers of the Lady of Fortune, they are committed to increasing the economic circulation of the entire world, in a vain attempt to bring all civilizations further. The followers of the Lord of the Dawn are obviously more likely to deal with the evildoers, and Haru has known Derian for decades, and although he is troubled by his bad tastes from time to time, he still trusts the judgment of the other party.

"Do you smell it? There's a faint pungent smell in the air. Derian closed his eyes and sniffled, the strange smell in the air was somewhat pungent, and he inhaled gently, the spicy sensation immediately filling his nostrils.

It's as if an underground volcano erupts the smell of sulfur in the hot boiling water.

The baron sniffed, but didn't feel a big difference, if anything, but the air seemed a little dull.

Priest Haru stared at Derian, knowing that the other man had an unusual sense of smell, until the old man opened his eyes and said to him, "We're in big trouble, old man. ”

The young baron also looked over, and Derian sighed heavily, "It's those fallen witchers. ”

The people around him gasped, and Colin yelled directly: "Go and call Valsin!"

The adjutant of the security team guarding under the city wall quickly rushed up panting like a bull: "Lord Lord, are you looking for me?"

"What's going on with those underground rats lately?" Colin clenched his fists, his hands shaking involuntarily because of the uneasiness in his heart.

The adjutant raised his right hand, touched the smooth helmet, and put his hand down again: "My lord, those rats have been very honest lately, and it has been difficult to catch them recently." ”

The two old priests glanced at each other, and the armed forces of the temple were almost all working in the slums recently, and those rats were more cautious and careful in their activities. They thought that the other party's might in the temple had temporarily stopped.

"That's right, you damn scum!" Colin turned red, and yelled, "Go and ring the alarm!

The adjutant was startled, cold sweat flowed, he quickly turned around, and ran away in a hurry.

Luckily, the gates were closed in the afternoon, and they still had time to get the rats out of the city.

"Call all those militias back. ”

Derian sniffed the increasingly thick smell in the air and shook his head, it was too late, the other party did not hide his smell, the summoning ceremony for the new members had begun, which required fresh flesh and soul to impress those demons in the nether realm.

Outside the city, militiamen were carrying torches to lead the refugees to their camp on the riverbank, and the shouts at the city gate drifted away with the breeze.

"What are they calling?" Ludia listened in confusion, but unfortunately it was too far away for the ethereal shouts to be discerned.

The militiaman turned his head to look at the big young man walking beside him, the other party was a security guard from Douglas, who had the strength of the black iron superior, and his extraordinary physique gave them a stronger sense of hearing. So Ludia looked at him with adoration on his face and asked, "Brother Berman, can you hear what they are shouting?"

Berman smiled at him kindly, reached out and patted Ludia on the shoulder, and whispered, "They're telling you to run for your life." ”

"Huh?"

Ludia was stunned, Berman's right hand had climbed up to his neck, and the tremendous force lifted him up.

The young militiaman struggled in pain, his hands and feet hit Berman's body indiscriminately, he snorted coldly, his right hand was forcefully clenched, and after a click on the fragile neck of the militiaman, he lost his strength, and his hands and feet softened, and naturally hung down at his side.

In the dim light of the oil lamp, Byron lay on the wooden table, carefully recording the trivial matters of the past, and the huge bell echoed in the deserted temple. Byron pushed the half-open windows open, and in the dark streets, a group of soldiers with torches scurried past the temple with neat, dull steps. In the dark night in the distance, oil lamps were lit, and the silent city became noisy.

"Brother Byron, is it Mama Vika?" Tina rubbed her eyes and sat up from the bed in a daze. The little girl has the potential to become a priest, and Valkvark is ecstatic to leave the little girl in the temple to learn the basics of etiquette and common sense with Mama Vika.

The little girl pouted and jumped out of bed with a bitter face. Byron shook his head with a smile, two hours ago, Mama Vika had dragged the little girl out of his room in a hate and warned Byron to stay away from the little girl.

Although he didn't like the old lady staring at him with strange eyes, Byron still told the little girl to listen to the nun obediently and not to break into the stranger's room late at night.

As a result, in less than half an hour, the little girl lightly touched Byron's door again, and finally put her to sleep, and there was a lot of noise outside.

But what does this bell mean?

"Knock knock. There was a knock on the wooden door.

The door was actually open, and the smoke from the oil lamp was not very pleasant, so Byron left the doors and windows ajar. He didn't have to think about it to know who it was.

"Please come in. ”

Mama Vika walked in with a black face, the little girl stuck out her tongue, and immediately ran over and hugged Mama's waist: "Mama, don't blame Brother Byron, I came here because I wanted to hear the story." ”

Mama Vika grabbed the little girl's hand, and then glared at Byron viciously: "Adventurer, I'm going to take Tina to hide, won't you come with you?"

Byron tilted his head slightly in confusion: "What happened?"

"The last time this bell rang like this was 30 years ago, when the wandering orcs attacked Sodan . Mama sighed, and the anger on her face turned into deep worry.

She quickly disappeared by the door with the little girl.

Byron carefully folded the paper on the table, put it in his arms, and blew out the oil lamp. He was now living in the temple's guest room, not because he had done something for Priest Derian.

Rather, because the paper was not cheap, Byron became a debtor after asking for a little from the priest.

Most of his money was in his backpack and was snatched by the mercenaries. All he had on him was a magic note that he kept close to him, and luckily the yellowed pages didn't interest the dungeon's jailers.

Byron spread his palms, and the silver-white liquid surged and turned into a short sword.