Is the basic element of a city a building, culture, or inhabitants? In the book "Civilization" compiled by the ancient sages, the city was defined as a settlement where intelligent life thrived. But if we follow this theory, the city of Marseille has lost its meaning as a city.

Three hundred years ago, the kingdom of Oakland broke through the fog of the Black Forest, overcame obstacles and opened the King's Road, and obtained the territory of the Seven Northern Counties, which was guarded by the Timberwolves Lanstatt family. At that time, Istalon was a strategic place to build a military fortress, and Marseille became a logistics hub for the Northern Expedition of the army at that time because of its convenient transportation. Geographically and historically, Marseille and Istalen are a city of brothers.

Now, however, the city has lost its former glory, and it can even be said that the city has lost its value in a practical sense. Once a bustling city with a population of 50,000, it turned into a dead land overnight, leaving only endless confusion and despair.

Marivian met the first refugees from the city of Macaif at the Crow post on the eastern border of Istalen, the first to escape were a group of nobles, some of whom were more flexible in their minds, others who had some connections in Istalen, who did not hesitate to flee the city of Macaif at the first moment of the outbreak of the plague.

It has to be said that this was a wise move, this kind of quick decision allowed them to successfully escape the clutches of the plague, but it was precisely because they ran so fast that they did not even have time to prepare food, and by the time they reached the border of Isttalen, they were already dizzy with hunger.

Some of the nobles who held their own identities had their ideas on the troops of the Crow Outpost, but the soldiers stationed here were all well-disciplined regular soldiers, so how could they take the coercion and temptation of these down-and-out people to heart. Do you want the military rations stored in the outpost? No problem, take the orders of the superiors, otherwise you don't need to talk.

"You are all a herd of pigs!" Seeing that the emotions of both sides had intensified to the point that they were about to meet each other, Katyusha couldn't help but scold: "Kill the horses and eat meat! You all have nothing left now, what is the use of keeping the carriage? Hurry up and eat enough and go on the road, stay here and wait for death!"

At this time, the old men no longer bothered to think about why there would be nuns who made such vulgar and vicious suggestions, but subconsciously grasped this life-saving straw. Fueled by hunger, the guards sprang into action as fast as they could, killing the surplus horses and roasting them on the spot. And the old ladies who were pampered in the past also didn't care about etiquette at this time, and rushed up to snatch the half-baked horse meat that had no condiments.

Seeing that Marivian and her party were about to go the other way, a middle-aged nobleman who had regained his senses after a full stomach ran over and stopped their horses.

"Gracious nun sisters, you cannot go any further! Marseon has fallen and there is no hope!"

"Tell us all you know. Katyusha said impatiently.

"Seven days before the city showed signs of the plague, dying rats poured into the streets from the sewers, and according to the merchants who fled from the north, the presence of rats meant that the plague had entered the city. Since yesterday, there have been dead bodies on the streets, and the death is horrific. Our family happened to go out on an autumn hunt according to tradition, and when we returned to the city, we found that the lord had blocked the city gates, and the black smoke of burning corpses gathered over the city......"

"Seven days ago...... According to the magician's description, seven days was enough time for the plague to spread throughout the city. Katyusha thought for a moment and said to Marivian.

"There is still hope. Marivian said.

"I won't let you be in danger, Sister Marivien. Katyusha took the reins of the Holy Nun's horse and said firmly: "This is the border between the territory of Maseon and Istalen, and we should stay here to stop the plague from coming." ”

"Sister Katyusha, if Marseen locks down the city, there is no point in us staying here. Marivian insisted.

"Even if we get to Marseille now, it's a drop in the bucket and it won't help. Why don't you take the other sisters here to set up a large barrier to expel the disease, and I'll go to Maseon alone to guide them. Katyusha had an idea in an instant.

She is a Templar knight bestowed by the goddess, a Silver Crusade rampant on the battlefield, and has a strong ability to adapt to various unexpected situations, while the temple priests and Sister Maple Leaf under the command of Marivian are almost all powerless clergy and are prone to accidents.

Marivien weighed it carefully and nodded in agreement with her suggestion, but before Katyusha could leave, another group of refugees appeared on the distant horizon.

This group of refugees was made up of merchants, townspeople, and soldiers, and they carried a lot of luggage, and it seemed that they were one step behind the nobles because they were packing, but it was this gap that made the state of the team too different. There was only panic on the faces of the nobles, and fear was written on the faces of these people.

"There are sick people!" said Marivien, glancing at the marching procession. Her words immediately sparked a small panic, with the nobles jumping into the carriage and running for their lives, while others pushed and shoved and scattered, looking suspiciously at their fellow travelers.

"Don't be afraid, I am Holy Sister Mary Vien, the Goddess of Life, and I will rest here for a while, and we will unleash the magic to expel the disease. Marivian spoke slowly, her voice carrying a sense of relief that calmed the refugees down. Sister Maple Leaf jumped off her horse one after another, found a suitable position and began to lay out the barrier in good training.

The information obtained from this group of refugees was even more pessimistic, the real reason for the closure of Marseille was that the local lord's family was also infected with the plague, and he relied on the temple sacrifices to sustain his life. When the news broke, the garrison in charge of the city's defense was suddenly torn apart, and some of the soldiers were unwilling to stay in the city and wait for death, so they secretly opened the city gates and fled with other refugees to the nearest city, Istalon.

"After being infected with the plague, you need to rely on temple sacrifices to sustain your life? How did the news spread and split the army? This matter is certainly not so simple. Listening to the information gathered by the refugees, Katyusha's face became more and more solemn.

"Cursed Sect?" said Maryvien, who looked at her as she thought of a young magician.

"That nasty woman is right, there are indeed people who are secretly playing tricks. Katyusha snorted coldly, and this fact that she had to admit made her extremely annoyed: "Masaien also has the temple of Ludern, and the god of commerce is probably completely mixed with these sneaky people." When I get back to the temple, I'll be sure to ask them for an explanation!"

"The Cult of the Damned wants the plague to spread, and these refugees are the best vectors of the disease. Marivian said worriedly.

"If we don't get rid of these sneaky people, they will continue to do ghosts. Katyusha tightened the reins of her horse and said loudly, "We need the help of Lord Istalen, and when I am gone, you must contact him and ask him to send an army to maintain order." ”

Marivien nodded, and watched as she galloped away.

The purple-haired Sister looked back and saw the refugees gathered around her, her eyes full of high expectations. They may not know the meaning of the identity of the Holy Nun, but they feel the gentle divine power emanating from the girl's body.

No matter which temple you are in, the cost of sacrificing and releasing divine magic is an astronomical amount that is beyond the reach of civilians, and even citizens with decent jobs may not be able to satisfy their appetite for sacrifice on weekdays. The refugees did not expect to be treated, they just subconsciously approached in confusion, hoping to get some psychological comfort before they died.

Sister Maple Leaf began to sing, and the uniform and ethereal chant gradually raised its volume in the chorus, echoing in the ears of the refugees, making their minds gradually calm and their eyes gradually return to clarity.

Dozens of white pillars of light rose into the sky, forming a giant magic circle with a radius of 100 meters in the sky, and the divine power aura of the goddess of life spread in this space. This is one of the large war enchantments mastered by the Maple Leaf Sisters, dedicated to the "Holy White Sanctuary" for the expulsion of diseases and the treatment of the wounded. Everyone in this sanctuary is automatically baptized with the blessing of the divine power of life, which can expel the disease and prevent the recipient from being infected again for twenty-four hours.

Marivian raised her hand, and the white light flowed out of her hand like milk, and then dissolved into flakes in the air.

For the refugees, it was a miracle they had never seen in their lifetime. One by one, the refugees around Marivian fell to their knees to the sound of the nun's singing, expressing their most sincere gratitude to the holy maiden in front of them.

The girl looked at the silhouette of the city of Isttalon in the distance and sighed softly. She had a vague feeling that she wouldn't have any more reinforcements.

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