The villagers in the rock hut were still terrified after being attacked like dogs by the Fallen, and even after witnessing through the gaps between the bricks and stones, how the noble magicians used hidden traps and magical spells to trap and kill all the Fallen, the villagers who were no longer innocent hesitated and did not respond.

The magicians outside must be aristocrats, and there are four strong warrior followers around them, and you don't have to guess to know that they are from the south, and they are still using slaves, living an arrogant and luxurious life, belonging to the Holy Light priest of Baiozantium, the parasite of human society.

Although they exterminated the Fallen and the villagers were grateful from the bottom of their hearts and spared the scourge of killing, it was not a good thing that the Holy Light Holy See had fallen and disappeared, and the nobles had returned.

Even the simple and kind villagers think of the aristocratic lord's hard work every year in order to collect taxes, and at least fifty percent of the harvest is handed over, even if it is a bumper harvest year, they have to count the grain to live.

Because of this, the villagers who secretly received the grace of saving their lives were silent and silent about the cordial greetings of the noble magician, thinking that if they didn't respond now, if they didn't receive this love, the other party would have nothing to do with them.

The villagers looked at each other and found that there was a horror in each other's eyes, after all, the death scene of the black knight was really amazing, and his body was like being hit by the artillery of the border garrisons of the northern states, so that such a terrible injury would appear.

Time flew by, and Ron Lotlin's patience was good but limited, and he noticed that the villagers in the rock hut were silent, and after a little thought, he knew that they had a little plan in mind.

"O foolish man, without the protection of the nobles, without the deterrence of the magicians, the next time a degenerate comes to greet you, no one will come to save your life. ”

The slave gladiator really had no affection for the ungrateful villagers, and when he found that his master's tone of voice was quite emotional, he could not help but curse.

Raising his hand to stop the trash talk of his "loyal men", and ignoring the careful thoughts of the villagers, he gently clamped his horse's belly with his legs, and the spiritual mount immediately turned away.

The four slave gladiators hurriedly followed, and without bothering to vent their excitement by swearing at the villagers, they opened their legs without looking back, and left the ruined village silently.

It wasn't until the noble magician led his followers out of view that the villagers in the rock hut breathed a sigh of relief, teamed up to lift the stone pillar that sealed the door, and carefully opened the gate made of logs.

The smoke of the gunpowder, which had not subsided after the fierce battle, poured in, and several of the strong villagers heard the words of Ron Loslin, and their faces were ashamed, but they had no regrets, and they had some peculiar thoughts, and would rather be killed by the degenerate than kneel at the feet of the nobles again.

It is difficult for those who have enjoyed freedom to bend their knees in obedience. However, from now on, there will be no nobles and magicians to protect the few remaining villagers and defend the village's freedom.

Embarrassine quickly forgot about the village he had saved, and instead took out the "magic map" given by Master Benjamin Barton before his departure, and wrote down what he had seen and heard, as well as the events he had experienced.

In fact, this expeditionary detachment was particularly remarkable, as she "alone" walked through the Green Cloak Forest, under the nose of the Flame Tyrant Claudius, over the Misty Mountains, and was the first to enter the edge of the Wheat Plains, where he came into contact with demon-worshipping Fallen.

Master Benjamin Barton, who was sitting in the rear, was extremely satisfied with this, and wanted to make a name for himself in the magic network of the Southern Mage Tower, boasting about the exploits of his disciples, especially the apprentice who studied for a month.

This move greatly increased the prestige of the Giant Rock Mage Tower, and the magicians who learned of this were naturally envious and jealous, and turned their heads to put pressure on their disciples, talking about the matter of Grace Lotlin, as if they were "someone else's child", so as to spur and encourage their disciples.

After coming and going, the magicians from the mage towers of the southern countries naturally have no good impression of Ron Loslin, especially the children of the nobles from famous families, who are usually arrogant, and when they find that someone has overpowered them, how can they be indifferent to this.

As a result, without the knowledge of Embarrass, he became the "public enemy" of most of his peers in the Wheat Plains Expeditionary Force, and there were not only countless demon-worshipping degenerates waiting for him to clean up on the road ahead, but also many magicians from noble backgrounds waiting for him to brush his face in the future.

At dusk, Grace Roslin and his party came to the famous Vanilla Hill, and with his mental power tentacles, he detected a ruined castle at the highest point of the hill, which contained a low concentration of negative energy, estimated to be low-level undead creatures such as skeletons and zombies, and made up his mind to spend the night.

The afterglow of the twilight is like a raging fire, and the brilliant light of the fire is reflected on the herbs scattered all over the hills, and although the grass stems are yellow and withered in late autumn, they are like golden tassels in the breeze, slowly singing and dancing.

When she saw it, she was fascinated and couldn't help but sigh, "How can such a colorful nature be polluted and destroyed by the depraved power of the demon worshippers?"

The sharp-eyed slave gladiators heard the emotion of the noble magician master, and they had a rather disapproving thought in their hearts, accustomed to a humble life, and pleasing the audience with their lives and blood, and now they only wanted to gain a lot, to obtain enough merits and booty to redeem themselves, and the rest did not need to be thought about.

So, Ron Roslin and his party turned and walked towards the ruined castle. The further you go, the more obvious the consequences of the negative energy entrenchment, the lush forests have long been eroded and withered, and even the evergreen pine trees have lost their green needles, leaving behind jagged dead branches.

The gravel path leading to the castle was uncleaned, and it was already covered with crunchy fallen leaves, which ordinary people would tremble when they stepped on it.

Fortunately, low-level undead creatures such as skeletons and zombies have no sense of hearing, and they are all undead who only know how to fight back after being beaten, and individual zombies may still retain some of their eyesight, but they have also degenerated into a high degree of myopia.

All this knowledge comes from the collection of the library of the Great Rock Mage Tower, and it is only after reading through all the books of Master Benjamin Barton that he has a certain understanding of this strange world.

The owner of the castle should be the family of the high-ranking clergy of the Holy Light Church, and it is estimated that they are all unlucky ghosts who have no defense, crushed to death by the crumbling walls and stone slabs.

"Those who are lucky and do not have a point to increase their points really don't die too quickly! What glory and wealth, what high-ranking officials are generous, everyone is equal in the face of death. Well...... Even the nobles who inherited the bloodline of the old gods could not avoid death, and it was really a fair world. ”

Remembering the "concept" of the Northern Science Wizard, Grace Roslin immediately sneered: "You can create science, and I can also spread the Immortal Dao!" It is not the traditional Immortal Dao, but the Immortal Dao of Sustainable Development that has been successfully practiced after the Gongye Revolution!"