In the "Gothic" continent, the most famous organization is the Holy See.

The Holy See is a huge organization that acts on behalf of the will of the God of Light, and it has two cores, one is the Cardinal's Office, which is dominated by mage professions, and the other is the Inquisition Hall, which is dominated by warrior professions. The functions of the two core institutions are different, and their faces are different: the Cardinal's Office is responsible for sending missionaries and spreading the glory of God everywhere; The courtroom appeared in an unusual state of affairs, ending everything.

And the trump card of the Inquisition Hall is the Knights of the Iron Hoof. In ancient times, the knights were called the "Gospel Knights", but when the "Gospel" continent appeared, they resolutely changed the name of the group.

The knights of the Knights of the Iron Hoof are known as "Knights of Judgment", and although they also master light magic, they differ from paladins in that they are more focused on defense, healing, and support, while they are more adept at attacking. The Knights have always maintained a system of 2,000 people, and the team is basically composed of native inhabitants (NPCs) of the mainland, and few adventurers are recruited. They have their own secret training grounds, which are said to be very rigorous.

Unlike the ordinary clergy, the people of the Inquisition do not forgive. The kind of petty sin confessed to the priest was, in their eyes, a felony worthy of the gallows. They chanted the word of the Lord and wielded the blade of judgment to kill heretics and sinners alike. Their motto is "Blood alone can atone for sin", and because of this phrase, they are seen as demons – demons in the garb of religion.

It was precisely because of the bold and reckless actions of the Inquisition that the Holy See was deeply feared by the heads of state, which indirectly led to strong resistance from the missionaries in some places. It can be said that the Inquisition has had a negative impact on the Holy See, but strangely enough, the Pope has not banned the Inquisition Hall as an institution, but has recruited new members every year.

The Holy See rarely dispatched the Knights of the Iron Hoof. Every time the Knights of the Iron Hoof appear, the world is in danger.

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Morning.

Qingyi came out of the house and took a walk while checking the map on his phone. Although he was dressed a lot, he couldn't help but shrink his shoulders under the wind.

It's getting colder and colder.

When he came to the nearest flower shop, Qingyi picked out a few carnations and asked the clerk to tie them into a bouquet. When the clerk handed him a small card, he hesitated for a while before he picked up a pen and wrote, "Everything will be fine, your loyal Zhang." After paying, he flagged down a taxi on the side of the road and said to the driver, "Cambridge Hospital." ”

After arriving at the hospital, he inquired with the front desk lady and took the elevator to the inpatient department. He soon came to the door of the room he wanted to enter. Several policemen were sitting in chairs in front of the ward, looking like a pack of sheepdogs. After checking Qingyi's identity, they allowed him to enter the hospital room, and then went on to talk about which fast-food restaurant had good food.

Qingyi took a deep breath and pushed the door in.

It was a single room, and on the bed lay a man with his head heavily bandaged, only his mouth and nose exposed. That's Harry. It's a miracle that Harry survived after shooting himself. The bullet pierced his brain, but it grazed the nerve center, which was ridiculously small, compared to the "winning a few lotteries". According to the doctor's speculation, the moment Harry fired the shot, his hand shook out a unique angle to cause this result.

But in Qingyi's view, this is by no means lucky, but unlucky. Although barely surviving, Harry's brain has been destroyed, and some functions are permanently defective. When he wakes up, he has to accept a different life: he can't speak or he can't control his muscles when he walks...... There are so many possibilities, who knows what the future holds for him?

In front of the hospital bed sat a black aunt. She was chubby, and her skin was tightened by fat, so Qingyi couldn't tell her actual age at all. All he knew was that the aunt was Harry's mother—he had seen the pictures. The unfortunate lady looked after her son quietly with a sad face.

"Hello, I'm his friend." Qingyi put the flowers in the vase at the bedside, and considered the tone: "I am...... Sheet. ”

"Thank you for visiting him." Harry's mother looked at Qingyi and smiled, her eyelids trembling slightly. She couldn't suppress her grief and pain. "Thank you for forgiving him too."

"It's all gone."

After Qingyi said this, he felt that both wounds were a little itchy and itchy. This is a sign of wound healing, right? Yes, with the passage of time, all scars heal and scar, but memories do not. Those injuries that have been suffered will be replayed in the depths of the mind, and people will be painful for eternity. It's all gone? Dream.

No one is free.

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When Qingyi got home, he turned on the computer after thinking that he didn't have anything to do. As soon as I logged in to the communication tool, the lower right corner flashed dripping wildly, but it was the sword soldier Wuji who sent a lot of messages:

"What, I saw you drop, hehe."

"You've fallen out of more than twenty, aren't you happy?"

"Hey, what's going on? Haven't you already finished the war, why did you hang up again? Could it be that I can't think about it for a while, and I'm desperate to find a great god, right?! Or did you not organize your forces and attack the enemy again? ”

"My day, a reply?!"

"You're sleeping...... Forget it, don't talk about it, if you don't sleep again, my mother will be in a hurry again. Tomorrow you make things clear to me, otherwise you're not welcome! ”

After reading it, Qingyi decisively closed the chat window. But he thought about it for a while, and still sent a message to the past: "If you have the leisure to take care of me, you might as well hit a few more cities!" ”

When he re-launched, he received the latest information from the Raven of Silence from Perls: the Knights of the Iron Hoof had entered the territory of Olquila, and were heading straight for the capital, Dorudavis. However, Perls told Qingyi not to worry, because the Twilight Cult has been operating underground and is not noticeable; At present, most of the clergy in the Twilight Sect have rushed back to Blackstone Valley, leaving only six close cronies behind, minimizing the possibility of exposure. According to Mr. Perls, he acted very carefully and tampered with the officially registered files. Even if the Knights of Iron Hoof came, they would never know that there was such a sect as the "Twilight Sect" in the world.

At this moment, a terrible wolf howl sounded from inside the city, accompanied by the soul wavelength far away. Qingyi knew that this was the way the ghost wolf and the ghost hound communicated, but at this moment, the sound he heard was somewhat unusual, which meant that the patrol found an intruder with less than a hundred people, which belonged to the intermediate alert.

Is it the Twilight Swordsman and the Twilight Monk who have returned? No, they are half-dead creatures and my people, and they will never be mistaken for enemies. Qingyi pondered, found Frankie, and asked him to bring those enemies over.

In a few moments, the invaders were escorted into the city. There were about fifty of them, more men than women, between 20 and 40 years old, all NPCs; Their bodies are strong and sturdy, but there is a tired look in their pale green pupils that cannot be concealed, and they don't know how long they have walked; They were all dressed modestly, carrying large bags and small bags, like a group of civilians who had been displaced from home. Surrounded by wolfhounds, they raised their empty hands to show that they had no weapons and no malice.

This group of people is normal...... No, it's just too normal, but it's even more weird! If nothing else, how is it possible for humans to go deep into the Necropens without wearing a "necromantic mask"? Unless they're all heroic NPCs, but which continent will heroic NPCs run in droves to take refuge!

Qingyi walked up to the group of people and glanced at them before asking, "Who are you?" ”

A tall, tall man with a reggae hairstyle (hair tied in many braids, more common in blacks) stepped forward. He was also indifferent when he was escorted into the city, but when he saw Qingyi, he was still as surprised as everyone else. He froze, bowed decently, and said, "Hello, Venerable Necromantic King, we are members of the Graytail Brotherhood, and we want to take refuge in your place. ”

"Looks like you're the lead? You are ......"

"My name is Esengren, and I'm the president you've elected." The man laughed with him, his mouth was quite large, and when he smiled, he showed his white teeth, which looked a little ill-intentioned. He was about thirty years old, with a long and narrow face, and the bridge of his nose was quite straight. He has a gold stud earring in his left ear; He was two meters tall, his hand was the size of a fan, and he was happy to grab a large watermelon with one hand; A pair of cowhide pants underneath and a thin short-sleeved shirt on the upper body exposed his toned biceps. Judging from his expression and tone, he seemed to have no fear of the necromantic creatures around him, and he didn't know where he got his courage?

"'Brotherhood of Greytails'?" Qingyi opened the [Soul Eye] and quickly understood the meaning of the word:

"Villain" Ethan Gren: Level 48, Berserker. When he was eighteen years old, he was bitten by a werewolf, and after half a month of painful suffering, he also became a werewolf. On the night of the full moon it will go uncontrollably into a berserk and will be very dangerous. In order to avoid harm to his family, he quietly left his hometown and came to Ayalotis to learn the trade, but with no life and career potential, he could not learn any real skills, so he could only do some heavy work. Occasionally, he robbed and stole by force and skill, and lived a peaceful life although he was not rich. Although he has the appearance of a thirty-year-old, he is already seventy years old. Participated in the "Brotherhood of Greytails", of which werewolves (infected) were members, and served as the president of the Orquilla chapter. Eager to get married, but in order not to hurt his partner, he ended up choosing to be single. The skills he is good at are [Fist and Foot Mastery], [Frenzy], [Random Grab], and [Brute Force Aura]. In Werewolf form, Strength*2, Dexterity*2, HP*1.5, and passive skills [Fur Armor] and [Claw Blade] have a 10% chance to enter "Berserk Mode" (100% on a full moon night).

This is a level 48 werewolf leader, and he is even stronger than the level 45 Stitch leader. This is just a template for the human form, if Esengren enters the werewolf state due to [madness], Frankie may only have to draw with him. After reading the attributes, Qingyi focused his attention on these people again, if there were no accidents, these were the acquired werewolves. No wonder they can breathe in the Necronomicon, and with the physique of a werewolf, it is not so easy to take a few breaths of dead air; No wonder Esengren looks fearless, his strength is indeed not bad.

"As you can see, we are all members of the Brotherhood of Greytails, and we have taken refuge in your country. It's not just us, witches, druids, and other unlucky people are looking for shelter and don't want to clash with the Holy See. ”

In fact, there is no need for Esengren to explain, and the clear-minded Qingyi has already expected this result. When the Knights of Iron Hoof arrived in Olquila, the "heretics" lurking in the city scattered like ants that had been washed away by water. It's a chaotic situation, but smart people know how to fight for opportunities in chaos.

Esengren coughed, cleared his throat, and added, "Declare in advance, we will not be your subordinates. Werewolves and necromantic creatures are both aliens, but that doesn't mean we have to obey you. ”

"Oh." Qingyi nodded, anyway, he didn't plan to recruit Ethan Gren in the first place. Elite NPCs are much more arrogant than ordinary NPCs, and NPCs that can be leaders are more arrogant than elite NPCs, and are basically willing to die rather than submit to others, just like Hegel, the ghost wolf king at the beginning, or Jack of Colorful Flowers today.

Ethan Gren had been nervously watching Qingyi's reaction after saying that, but unfortunately he had never been able to see any clues from Qingyi's skeletal face. He cleared his throat again and asked tentatively, "Excuse me, are you angry?" ”

"I have a suggestion. As a representative of the necromantic creatures, I am allied with you, the Brotherhood of Greytails. You have the power to act on your own, but to assist the Twilight Empire when it matters most. Qingyi said.

The werewolf leader was also quick to react, and immediately asked, "What good can we do?" ”

"A permanent place to stay without worrying about being checked, and ......" Qingyi spread out a palm towards Esengren, as if displaying a seductive treasure: "Help you drive away the Knights of the Iron Hoof." ”