The splendor around him gradually dissipated, and Harradik was able to see everything around him. This is no longer the room crawling everywhere with sticky saliva, green eyes and all kinds of miscellaneous tables and chairs thrown into the disorder. This space, which is about the size of a plaza, is blocked by a huge pure white siding from top to bottom, left and right, as if you have entered a large, sealed box.

In this strange space, in addition to the knights, mercenaries, and wizards who came in with Haredith, there were about a few hundred other people, judging by their clothing, they should be the inhabitants of this territory.

Most of the civilians were covered with wounds of various sizes, their faces were haggard, their eyes were disorganized and terrified, and warriors and priests dressed in the same clothes as the mercenaries were interspersed among the lords to care for the refugees who had been driven out of their homes by the otherworldly beasts.

The five- or six-year-old child stood beside his mother and cried loudly, while his mother, who had been injured and unconscious by the attack of the demon dog, could no longer take his child into his arms to comfort him, and the father watched the sweaty priest treat his wife, while he could only paced around anxiously and helplessly.

In addition to the wounded, the other people who were lucky enough to escape the attack of the demon dogs were not much better, the women gathered together in twos and threes and wept quietly, and the men were either entangled around the mercenaries to inquire for news or stood alone in a corner, staring blankly at the pure white wall in front of them in a daze.

The sudden appearance of Haredik and the others immediately attracted everyone's attention, and everyone gathered around to know what the situation was outside, and when they saw Pynchin with blood on his arm and blue face, he immediately shouted in panic: "Mr. Allen!"

"Wizard, how can this be!"

"Why didn't you mercenaries protect Mr. Wizard!"

"Quick, quick, call the priest!"

A middle-aged priest lined up to Pynchin, who used techniques to temporarily stop the blood, and then took out potions and herbs and began to heal the wizard.

A mercenary walked up to Tom, glanced at Pinchin who was being treated by the priest, and said to the mercenary leader, "Head, what's going on?

Tom took off his armor, took the potion from a priest and applied it to his wounds, shook his head and replied, "Bad, bad, bad, there are those bitch bastards everywhere, and we can't get out now." ”

"Damn, what should I do then...... Hey, why didn't Sgella, White, and Flynn come back with them?"

"Dead. Tom replied casually as he wiped his wound.

"yes, there's good news. The mercenary sighed and continued, "There are three fewer people who divide the money. ”

"Don't talk this nonsense, come over and help the handle, my back can be hurt a lot by those bastard bitches. Tom threw the healing potion into the mercenary's hand and pointed to the wound on his back that he couldn't wipe away.

The mercenary carefully poured the potion over the flesh-torn wound on Tom's back, and raised his chin to look at Haredik and Hanlon slightly defiantly.

"You two are new here? Our people have told you the rules, ten gold coins each, and if you don't have any money, you will pay for what you have. Well, old man, you're very good at this sword! Show me. ”

After saying that, he smeared the potion on Tom's body, and without wiping his palm stained with potions, blood, and sweat, he stretched out the knight's sword that Hanlon hung from his waist.

The mercenary's words drew the attention of several people present to Han Long, the long sword pinned to Han Long's waist was wrapped in a scabbard made of golden python leather, and it was engraved with intricate and ornate inscriptions, which could be seen by a scholar of Bo as the story of Damico's follower, King Henaman I, conquering the Elven Dynasty. The hilt of the sword is made of expensive magical metal, which ensures both the lightness and the strength of the hilt, and the gauntlet of the sword is made in the shape of a beautiful kite, except that the place in the middle where the crest of the Order should be engraved has been erased by someone with a knife.

Harleydick had long seen that the knight's sword in Hanlon's hand was not ordinary, and after several battles, no matter how fierce the battle was, there was no gap in the long sword in Hanlon's hand at all, and because the sword body was made of cold iron, the wounds of each demon dog he killed had a layer of scorched marks. If it weren't for his current identity and fear of Hanlon's skills, Haredith would have managed to steal the sword from the old knight's hand.

Han Long's wrong step made the mercenary catch the air, and then kicked the calf of the opponent, and said coldly: "Don't even think about it." ”

The self-inflicted mercenary hugged his aching calf and jumped a few times in embarrassment, then pulled out the long knife at his waist, and cursed in his mouth to clean up this old man who had made himself ugly. At this moment, his calf, which was still spaining, was kicked again. The mercenary fell to his knees in pain and hugged his calf and cried out in pain, but it was none other than his boss Tom who kicked him.

Tom, who was putting his armor back on his body, said with a wicked smile to the mercenary who was still kneeling on the ground, "Get out of the way, useless thing, this old bone is not something you can gnaw on." ”

The mercenary glared at Han Long unwillingly, but didn't say anything more and limped back. Tom set his eyes on Han Long, carefully looked him up and down, and then grinned, "Take it easy, old man, I have no intention of doing anything with you, especially after seeing how you deal with those wild dogs outside." ”

"Then what do you want? Do you still want to cooperate with me?" Ever since he confronted Hareddieck, Hanlon has always had a sense of anger hidden in his heart, but because Haredith had saved his master's family twice, and he couldn't confirm the identity of his drow elf 100% yet, he just kept it back. At this time, he met Tom, a mercenary who had always been at odds with knights, so Hanlon, who had always been good-natured, transferred the anger in his heart towards Hareddick to these people.

"Yes, we have to work together. It wasn't Tom who said this, but Pinchon, a wizard who had fainted from blood loss since he entered this mysterious space called the White Room.

Under the priest's treatment, Pynchon had woken up from his coma, but the previous massive blood loss and the bite on his arm and eye had made the wizard's face as pale as a dead man, and his legs trembled uncontrollably due to the loss of strength.

"Sit down, Mr. Pinchin, your wounds are not healed yet. The priest in charge of healing Pynchin said with some anxiety.

Pinchin waved his hand back, made a reassuring gesture to the priest and the others around him, and said, "You don't have to worry about me, I just want to have a few words with these two." ”

So everyone dispersed to make room for a few people, and Pinchin sat back on the ground as if he couldn't support it, and said with a weak smile to Haredik and Hanlon, "I don't seem to have introduced myself to the two of you, my name is Alan Pinchin, and I'm a traveling wizard. ”

"I'm a Knight of the Miles Family, Craig Hanlon"

"My name is Nemo, and I'm their guide. Haredith gestured to the old knight beside him.

"Really, though, I don't look at your gestures and sword skills in battle, you don't look like a sheriff in a country territory you've never heard of a name! Is it made of cold iron?" said Tom, who was standing directly across from them.

Pynchin raised his hand to keep Tom from interrupting, and he breathed a sigh of relief before continuing, "I've lived here for a while and I've never seen two, so I guess they only came to this town recently." I wonder if you two know where these sudden demon dogs came from?"

Hanlon turned his head to look at Haredith, but the Drow Elf said to the wizard as if he hadn't seen it, "Listen to you, do you suspect that we let those damn beasts out of us?"

Pin Chin smiled and shook his head and said, "No, I just want to exchange information with the two of you, and these demon dogs are obviously the work of warlocks, and I don't smell any strange fire on the two of them." ”

"No, it may be relevant to us. Hanlon interjected suddenly, and this time it was Haredith's turn to turn his head and look at him helplessly.