Osgilia, the lord's house.

Lord Carl is reviewing documents from behind his desk. He straightened his arm and placed the document far away so that he could see it, and it was obvious that it was presbyopia. Although his posture is a bit comical (especially with his slightly comic square face), he still looks very seriously, and sometimes has to double-check before signing it. Now the sun had set, and it was a little dark inside.

"My lord, if you don't light the lamp, it's easy to see bad eyes." Bambi, a thin little man with a candlestick in his hand, walked in with a hoarse voice. Because of the thinning of his hair, his forehead was a little reflective. When he walked in, he was like a ghost, and he was silent, which showed how thin his presence was.

"Thank you. Before I knew it, it was night. Lord Carl rubbed his eyelids, this action made him feel a little less majestic. What's new? ”

Bambi put the candlestick on the table and adjusted it: "The new bishop from the Holy See has arrived in Ayalotis, and it is expected to arrive in two days, and the team is fifteen people, and it is said that all of them are sacrifices that have received excellent reviews in the seminary." ”

"So fast?" The city lord of Carl was slightly stunned.

"For he did not set out from the Cardinal of the Holy See, but from the neighbouring country of Astante, and it seems that he had set out with Bishop Pooh, but for some reason it was delayed."

Lord Carl pondered for a while before he said, "Okay, I see." Let's go down. ”

"I told the chef to heat it up, so please eat early." Taking all the approved papers, Bambi reverently backs away and only turns to go out when he reaches the door.

Just then, a man strode in, grabbed Bambi like a chicken, and threw him aside. He wore a black blindfold, and his eyes were shining like a bard...... It was the head of the Thundercloud Independent Regiment, Stitch. For some reason, there was a kind of anger on his face.

Bambi hurriedly left, deliberately loud as he walked.

"Sit." Karl said, quills pointing to the chair.

Syllable! Captain Stitch kicked open his chair and propped his hands on the table, his whole face coming to the main face of Karl City. His voice was like a spark jumping out of between the flints: "Lord of the city, Simba left his post without permission, did you order it?" ”

Lord Karl groaned and did not speak.

Stitch asked again: "I know there is a cat between you and Simba, but I don't care about this, and I don't bother to care!" I only ask you, what order did you give him this time to mobilize almost half of the separate regiment ?! Privately transferring the regiment without my consent is going to a court-martial! ”

"I decided to burn down the town where the disease was already spreading. As far as I know, it is fully legal for any member of the military, other than the Royal Guard, to cooperate with the Guards on such tasks, and Battalion Commander Simba does not need to go to court-martial. After pondering for a long time, the city lord finally replied. Although he didn't look directly into Captain Stitch's eyes, his eyes were calm and steady, and it was definitely not a sign of retreat.

"Who told you to burn down the town? Did you ask me? Didn't you ask for a court doctor, why haven't they arrived yet? Stitch was even angrier, and his fingers dug deep into the tabletop, which showed that his fingers were strong, worthy of being the head of a clump. Otherwise, you can find a few from nearby cities to stand up to the first! ”

Karl finally looked the other party in the eye: "Captain Stitch, let me tell you the truth, I didn't send a report about the plague to the capital before, so there won't be even a doctor to come and drive out the plague." Therefore, we can only stop the spread of the plague by burning down towns and villages to cut off the transmission of the disease. ”

Hearing this, the one-eyed man's pupils dilated.

"I know what you want to ask. Why don't I send a report? You must know that after the 'doomsday confrontation', the political structure of our country is in turmoil, many big names have fallen, and many newcomers want to rise to power. I'm old and have no energy, and it's good to be able to keep my current position as the city lord. But the necromantic creatures have come to attack Osgilia, and the successive deaths have made Your Majesty hear a lot of voices that are not against me! Don't let those political enemies have the slightest chance......" Lord Carl's tone was deep, and the candle flame did not illuminate what was in his eyes. "I'm already at this age, and I don't want to leave a stain on my political achievements, let alone become a burden to my family. You understand me, right, Captain Stitch. ”

"Good, good! I finally understand it now! Captain Stitch laughed angrily, clapped vigorously, and turned to leave: "I still had a glimmer of expectation for you, but it seems that I was dizzy!" You're going to be a politician for the rest of your fucking life! ”

"Hehe, the independent regiment is simply a deformed product outside the establishment, and it has no status at all; You're just a deputy commander-level martial artist, and you want to teach me a lesson, so you're a little tender. ”

Watching Stitch disappear into the doorway, Lord Karl shook his head and continued to review the papers. The glimmer of the candle flame framed his square face, revealing a dangerous golden hook on his face.

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Bite!

System prompt: Do you accept the task "Clean up the disease"?

Players rejoiced: "Hey, there's a new mission, it looks like it's very experienced!" ”

"Attention all soldiers and adventurers, immediately seal off the town, move the fire oil to the designated location, and start setting fire in twenty minutes!" Simba, the commander of the first battalion of the Thundercloud Independent Regiment, was shouting with a majestic attitude. The soldiers agreed and began to run.

"Battalion Commander Simba...... Why? ”

Simba frowned and looked Perls up and down, as if he could see his household registration, home address, and political outlook: "I don't think a soldier should ask questions!" ”

"But I need to know! Depending on what you do, are you going to burn all the sick to death? ”

"It's not just the patients. The order I received was to burn everyone except the healthy soldiers. Listening to Simba's words, the townsfolk who were still able to move around were shocked, and some even shook in place and couldn't stand steadily.

Perls blushed and shouted, "Don't burn!" Even to prevent the spread of the plague, there are still some healthy people in the town, how can they be burned to death together! Can't you call a doctor over? ”

"Just because they're healthy now doesn't mean they'll be healthy in the future, maybe they'll get sick tomorrow? Maybe tomorrow it will be infected? Perles, you're a soldier, and you're going to obey orders! Camp Commander Simba sneered.

This time Perls smiled. He took out his military ID card and threw it on the ground: "Order, order, what can you know with a mouth full of orders?" The duty of the military is to protect the population...... A soldier who killed the people? I don't want to be! Who else is with me to stop them! The second half of his sentence was shouted at the soldiers.

The soldiers looked at each other, some of them with shame in their eyes, and slowly laid down their weapons; Some of them were still hesitating, and looked cautiously at Camp Commander Simba.

"It is not the people who are protected, but the country!" Simba's grim gaze swept over the soldiers, frightening them into delusion. "When the country is in danger, the source of danger must be completely eliminated. If you don't burn this town—"

"Don't talk to me about that! All people are created equal and have the right to live, and it's not up to you to decide who dies and who lives! Perls stared into Simba's eyes. Think about it! If it's your family here, can you still do it? ”

"In fact, even if it's a family member who is suffering from the plague, I can really do it." But Simba seemed to have lost his patience, waved his hand, and shouted to the adventurers and soldiers, "Put the oil in place, time is running out!" ”

"This is my hometown." Perls drew his sword.

Simba's eyes became more and more cold, and he said word by word: "What do you want to do?" Riot? He didn't look like he was waiting for an answer, for he drew his weapon as well—and he helped Perce answer.

Bite!

System prompt: Have you accepted the quest "Suppress the Riot"?

The players were amused, drew their weapons, and pressed for Perls with bad intentions. Perls touched the bandage on his right shoulder, and he knew that he couldn't beat this group of adventurers even in normal times, let alone in this state! He was in a trance for a moment, and suddenly, a coughing saint appeared in his mind.

Is there a way in the Bible for people to stop suffering? If you believe in the Lord, will you be able to save everyone?

"Yes." "As long as you can hold on to such a desire—" the voice was interrupted, and his thoughts returned to the real world. Simba still stands in front, like a weapon that can keep an eye on people. Nothing has changed.

What exactly is the second half of the sentence......

He was only passive for a moment, then he strengthened his spirits again, raised his sword and shouted: "We will not die at the hands of undead creatures, but at the hands of our own people!" Haven't you come to your senses yet? Anyone who wants to live, take up arms and fight! If you don't do it, there is really only one dead end! ”

Listening to his call, several young people gritted their teeth and dismantled the stretcher that carried the corpse, clutching the wooden stick with red eyes. And the other bare-handed guys also plucked up their courage and stopped in front of the adventurers. Naturally, adventurers don't take these NPCs below the intermediate level in their eyes, and still joke with their companions, telling the priest to pay attention to adding blood and status.

The fight is one-sided.

[Sniper]!

[Sniper]!

[Sniper]!

Using his left arm as a cushion, Simba flattened the pitch-black hunting crossbow and fired three arrows quickly, accurately, and fiercely. The arrow was gone, and in the next instant, it pierced through the brains of three people, and the yellow-red brains flowed out one by one. You can imagine a bottle filled with water with a hole in it, and the water level will drop all the way below the hole. The three rounds of fatal damage stunned everyone who tried to resist, so much so that for a moment no one fought back, and the players slid their hands to kill five or six, which was very enjoyable.

Perls' legs trembled. He knew that he couldn't dodge the arrow.

Putting away the crossbow, Simba turned away indifferently: "Rebel, kill!" Ignition! ”

Whew, whew. The flames were like demons twisting their limbs wantonly, and they stood up from one ignition point after another, stretched out their arms, and danced hand in hand. The living shrugged into a heap of smoke and flames, but strangely none of them went to fetch water to put out the fire. Their faces are full of despair, and although they still want to live, it is the kind of life that resigns themselves to their fate and survives.

Pulse's legs were still shaking, and he didn't know why, even if he pressed his hands to his knees. He was ashamed, he was angry, but more than that, he was helpless—a helplessness that can only be felt when death comes. Is it afraid of Simba's crossbow arrows? Is it afraid of the Thundercloud Independent Regiment and the big shots? Or are you afraid of the fate of all beings?

"I ...... I don't want to tremble...... "His nails digging deep into his knees, as if the pain could bring his muscles under control. But he couldn't control his tear ducts, and the tears that reflected the fire fell into the dust.

Miracles happen when you don't expect them.

The white-boned tyrant in a black cloak slowly walked into everyone's sight. He seems to have a narcissistic self-confidence, and he actually appears alone. In the shadow beneath him was a voice that croaked and laughed, unpleasant, like a crow crouching on a corpse and thanking God for its daily bread.

Seeing this man, Pers not only his legs, but also his hands began to tremble. He didn't know how many times he had seen this man in nightmares...... This cold, ruthless creature of necromancy! At this moment, his pulse seemed to stop beating. He couldn't breathe, and his brain was filled with dizziness; In countless familiar yet unheard of scenes, the figure of the saint overlaps with that of the tyrant, distorting into a gray, but supreme being.

June Sunshine glanced at the frozen audience and said, "Tell me, do you want to live in disgust, or die as a burden?" ”

"Live!"

Perls hissed, as if his vocal cords had been burned by some kind of flame. This flame rises from the soul and burns away his reason, his morality, and the evidence of his human being. But he suddenly felt a sense of euphoria.

"Since you have such a wish......" June Sunshine laughed cruelly, throwing a flare into the air, bathed in purple light like a saint, "Then I will help you make it happen!" ”

With the signal to move, lifeless adventurers and demonic beasts rushed towards the burning town, and the faction conflict began again.

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