Two days later, a group of "black robes" arrived in Mozwa.
These people wearing black robes, with masks on their faces, and only a pair of eyes showing, look quite mysterious, and they are also the priests and pastors of the twelve palaces of the church, the order of the dead.
exist.
Life and death are the two ends of the journey of life, reflecting and opposing each other. In the thousands of years since the end of the Mercury Dynasty, many undead sequences have become part of the church.
However, in the eyes of many outsiders, this group of people is still mysterious. They rarely show their faces. Due to the order they have cultivated, and in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, most of them will not reveal their true faces when performing official duties.
As for normal times, they usually serve as cemetery guardians or church night watchmen, patrolling the surrounding territories to prevent evil necromancers from disturbing the peace of the deceased and using special necromancy sequence spells to do evil.
Of course, sometimes they also serve as surgeons or perform anatomy-related work, but such scenes do not look beautiful, so they are often feared.
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The post-war city was still under martial law. Patrol teams could often be seen on the streets, and some special locations were sealed and partitioned to restrict access. There were still a lot of gravel and ruins on the ground, but fortunately
Now I can basically leave.
In the refugee settlement, many original residents who were originally worried gradually calmed down after getting along with each other for two days. Although the Crancia army strictly managed them, fortunately nothing unusual happened.
Everyone breathed a huge sigh of relief.
You must know that in history and memory, after many cities were conquered, appalling incidents of burning, killing, looting, and rape would always occur, and this was what they were most worried about and panicked about.
In a temporary tent in the settlement site.
"Huh, I didn't expect this group of people to be really well-disciplined. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes and they told me this before, I wouldn't have believed it." An old man who had just returned to the tent said to his companions.
"Yeah, I told you that you don't have to be suspicious every day. Just calm down, have a good rest, and think about how to live after the war." Another man in his early thirties in the tent was lying on the blanket with his hands on his head.
back.
"In my opinion, if Crancia is allowed to continue like this, many people at the lower level will soon forget about the past alliance between Rurna Kingdom and Frost. After all, it was the mages who enjoyed the blessings at that time. No matter how good the country is,
Our lives won’t change much.”
"Now, as long as Crancia is a little more fair and less harsh to keep people alive, I don't think those people who are begging for food on the docks and in the alley corners will care at all who is ruling the country."
"Anyway, it's all the business of the big men. What does it have to do with us lower-class people, haha." He smiled slightly at himself. Compared with those young people in their early 20s, this one can be considered to have suffered a lot of 'beatings'
So old-fashioned.
"Alas..." After hearing this, the old man on the side could only silently agree.
Compared to the man next to him, he originally had a pretty good life. He was a businessman with a prosperous family. He traveled between Mozwa and surrounding towns, and he was considered to be in the middle class of society.
In the country of alchemists and mages, people like him are out of reach from above, but from below they don't bother to live with those vulgar people. After all, the food, clothing and life are pretty good.
Now that the city has been destroyed, the Frost Alliance has almost been defeated, and many of his family properties and belongings have also been lost in the war, and the interpersonal network established before will probably all be torn down. In the future, if he wants to be as nourishing as in the past, I'm afraid
It's not an easy thing.
Therefore, compared to these people who originally had nothing, he was more frightened and lost.
"I don't know what else I can do at my age." He touched the top of his head sadly. The hair under his hat was already thinning.
"Big brother, you're doing pretty well. At least your daughter is still alive, isn't she? I specially let you meet her today, at the women's resettlement center next door."
Thinking back to his lovely ten-year-old daughter, the old man's heart softened again. Yes, he still had to support the family. At least he had to see his daughter get married happily, so that it would be complete.
After gradually calming down, he settled down a little and sat in the tent.
"What do you think they will do or arrange for us?" The old man looked through the gap in the tent door curtain at the soldier standing upright in the distance outside.
"There is really nothing to say about losing to such an enemy." Now he had to admit that these soldiers with firm will and discipline were both respectable and terrifying opponents.
"Who knows, maybe they will organize us to work first and then redeem ourselves? It is said that there are no slaves in Crancia. As long as you have not committed a crime, you will not be imprisoned or restricted from freedom."
"It looks like we have to live a hard life." The old man also agreed. He had seen those "unworldly" magicians who could summon people to do whatever they wanted.
A person in the middle class of society like him is relatively sober, because he can not only see the luxury and prosperity of the upper class, but also understand the hardship and misery of the lower class people around him.
The only regret is that he also clearly realizes that it is difficult for him to reach the upper level, and sliding to the lower level will be even more frightening. After all, he has seen those beautiful and comfortable lives, and it is even harder to accept such a drastic drop.
Thinking like this, he gradually felt sleepy and fell into a nap during his lunch break.
"Hey, wake up!" After a long time, the sound of pushing came from beside me.
The old man opened his eyes with some confusion, and it took several seconds to fully wake up.
"What happened?" he couldn't help but ask.
"Shh, keep your voice down, come here and take a look."
The man in his 30s squatted at the tent door and looked at the people in black robes walking by outside. The old man also walked over slowly, squatted down with difficulty, and looked outside.
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"What are these...?" He had some questions. Even a well-informed businessman felt strange and curious at this time.
"I don't know, but I just heard the officer's order to ask the soldiers in our settlement to cooperate with the actions of these men in black robes. They seem to be searching for something."
"Ah, they are coming." A man in black robes wearing a cloth and his face hidden in a hood came over.
Perhaps they spoke a little too loudly, or perhaps they wanted to warn those who made random guesses. When the extraordinary person in black robe approached, a cold and biting feeling brushed across the side of his body, making people unconscious.
Got goosebumps.
The silver-gray eyes under the hood, with just a slight glance, seemed to see through his mind, body and soul, shocking the man in his thirties, and then he collapsed on the ground until the other person walked away for a long time.
, and then gradually recovered.
"Huh-huh-" He pressed his hand against his violently beating heart, and the scene in his mind couldn't be shaken off.
And on the other side of the settlement.
"Oh, Zachary, you are scaring others again. This is how the reputation of our undead sequence has become bad." A woman also dressed in black said to her companion. Her plump figure, even if she was wrapped
The strictness also reveals a bit of charm.
"We are not in the Adjudication Division now. Come on, your eyes are a little softer, otherwise it will be difficult for you to find a girlfriend." The woman communicated with her companions in an encrypted voice, but in the eyes of outsiders, they were just ordinary people walking around.
Search one by one within the settlement site.
"I don't need to worry about Senior Sister Cecina in my life. Besides, if possible, I wouldn't mind if Senior Sister becomes my lover."
"Ah, what a sharp counterattack. You are indeed a frightening torturer. If we get married, will you torture me every day?"
This woman still did not forget to say some thought-provoking words. Fortunately, these words would not be noticed by others, otherwise their mysterious and cold image in black robes would be immediately shattered.
After receiving the Pope's order, Qiye Palace sent many mages from the Necromancer Sequence, and even the Judgment Department also sent subordinates, because according to intelligence, they found that there were many "backlighters" in the Frost Alliance.
'Traces of activity.
These two people are from the team of the Judgment Department. Their mission is not only to search the underground and surrounding areas of the city to find the secret hiding places of the mages, but also to find traces of the activities of the "Backlighters". Therefore, these people are more inclined to come.
Instead of manipulating ghosts to penetrate layers of the earth and search the vast underground space like other necromancers.
While walking, the necromancer with cold eyes suddenly stopped, and soon the companions around him also reacted.
"Tsk, I didn't expect that there was really a big fish." The woman who had been careless just now also looked serious.
In front of the two of them, in a tent in a corner of the settlement site, a low voice of prayer came, followed by a strange, slightly distorted feeling.
However, the two of them did not take action immediately. They paused for a few seconds and continued to move forward as usual, but this time they had to be much more silent and cautious. Not only did they want to arrest this person, they also had to conduct a search in advance to see if there were any accomplices who had slipped through the net to avoid arriving.
One of them got lost.
At night, the man who was frightened during the day was sleeping peacefully in the tent. It seemed that he had slowly recovered from the shock. But the old man next to him had insomnia. At this time, he had to sit up and stand up, feeling melancholy.
I looked at my roommate who was snoring.
Suddenly, there was a loud shouting outside, and then it stopped suddenly, followed by the sound of soldiers' rapid footsteps and the sound of armor clashing.
He couldn't help but get up carefully, gently opened the gap in the tent, and observed the situation outside.
On the spacious road illuminated by the fire, several struggling people were being tightly tied and held down by the soldiers and escorted outside. Their expressions were ferocious and terrifying, while several people in black robes followed closely behind.
As he walked by, some fallen leaves on the ground were rolled up, spinning slightly in the air, and then falling, and a familiar cold feeling hit his body.
A man in black robes tapped one of the tied people, and placed his fingertips on his forehead. Then the man suddenly passed out and stopped struggling, and became much quieter.
Looking at this incredible scene, the old man slowly remembered that rare extraordinary sequence, the necromantic sequence that focused on corpses, bones, and souls.
He covered his mouth in fear, slowly backed away, and then collapsed on the carpet in the tent, and then he dared to breathe a little louder.
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Under the search of these black-robed necromancers, many hidden entities were discovered. Some of them were mages hiding deep in the cellar, some were "backlighters" who acted in secret, some were treasures hidden in the cellars of their homes by some rich people, and some were thieves.
strongholds, and even some underground entertainment venues that were once invisible.
These discoveries far exceeded the previous official assumptions. We were originally planning to find enemy figures and large secret spaces, but instead we found unexpected gains everywhere.
In response, they had no choice but to intensify their efforts and continue to clean up the dark and dirty places in the city. They also wondered whether the cities they had previously occupied would have to go through the same process.
In the Tower of Inscription, Lorraine Hill was sitting at a large table, looking at the thick pile of information in front of him, which were all reports on various recent discoveries.
Looking at the dense handwriting and descriptions, even this responsible girl felt a little tired.
She shook her head slightly to clear her head, and then thought about whether she could use other powers to assist her work. When she thought about it, she unknowingly aroused the system in her mind.
Can you help analyze these reports? She thought silently in her heart, and then looked forward to it.
[In language analysis, you can rely on keywords and logical links to make basic inferences, but there is no guarantee that the results are completely correct, and the host still needs to detect it by itself.]
Huh, this is good. The girl was slightly excited. She blinked her eyes and the paper pages in front of her were suddenly blown up by the wind and floated into the air like a goddess scattering flowers. Then they were straightened by the wind and spread out neatly one by one.
Create a flat surface filled with pages.
Immediately afterwards, a line of this plane flew in front of the girl's sight. Like a locomotive, it rolled past her with a long trajectory behind it, and the contents on the pages were also recorded by the system in the girl's mind.
Quick record.
After more than ten seconds, all the pages were passed through like this, and then the mechanical sound came.
[System analysis, please wait...]
[Analysis completed, modeling begins]
Then a light blue transparent three-dimensional model appeared in Lorraine Hill's field of vision. Of course, in the eyes of others, there was still nothing in front of her.
This transparent model accurately constructs various areas and buildings in Mozwa, and the previously discovered reports are presented and displayed one by one in red dots.
Looking at this complicated and clear model, Lorraine Hill was once again grateful for the convenience of the system, and then began to search for the connection between the events.
After a period of testing and investigation, she gradually discovered a slightly suspicious location, which was on the edge of the south side of the city. Surprisingly, it was completely blank, without any red dots, and there were few refugees around.
existence.
It seems that this place is worth checking out. She thought silently in her heart, and then looked at the abandoned building in the center of the area on the model.