Chapter 610

Two days later, a group of "black robes" came to mozwa.

These people in black robes, with a mask on their face and only one pair of eyes, look rather mysterious. They are also the priests and priests belonging to the lacquer night palace of the twelfth house of the church, the existence of the sequence of the dead.

Life and death are the two ends of the journey of life, reflecting and opposing each other. In the thousand years after the mercury Dynasty, many sequences of the dead have become part of the church.

However, in the eyes of many outsiders, this group of people are still mysterious. They rarely appear in public. Because of the sequence, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, most of them do not show their true faces when they perform official duties.

As for normal times, they usually patrol the surrounding territory as Tomb keepers or night watchers of the church to prevent evil necromancers from interfering with the peace of the dead, and do evil with special Necromancers.

Of course, sometimes they will also work as surgeons, or dissection related work, but such a scene does not look beautiful, so it is often feared.

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After the war, the city was still under martial law. Patrol teams were often seen on the streets, and some special places were sealed and blocked to restrict access. There are still a lot of debris and debris on the ground, but fortunately, we can walk now.

After two days together, many of the original residents who had been worried about their lives in the resettlement sites gradually calmed down. Although clancia's army managed them strictly, fortunately, nothing extraordinary happened, which greatly relieved people.

You should know that in history and memory, after many cities were conquered, there were always appalling incidents of burning, looting and adultery, which they were most worried about and panicked about.

In a temporary tent in the settlement.

"Well, I didn't expect that these people were really well disciplined. If I didn't see them, I would not believe what they said to me before." An old man who had just returned to the tent said so to his companion.

"Well, I said you don't have to be paranoid every day. Take a good rest and think about how to live after the war." Inside the tent, another man in his early thirties was lying on a blanket with his hand behind his head.

"In my opinion, if clancia is allowed to go on like this, many people in the lower class will soon forget that the rurnas and frosts united in the past. After all, it was the masters who enjoyed happiness at that time. No matter how well the country developed, our life would not change much. "

"Now, as long as clancia is a little more just and not so harsh, people can survive. I don't think those who beg for food at docks and alleys will care who is ruling the country."

"Anyway, it's all about the old men. What does it have to do with us lower class people, ha ha." He laughed a little at himself. Compared with those young people in their early twenties, this one is a veteran who has been beaten up.

"Alas..." after listening to the side of the old man, can only silently agree.

Compared with the one around him, he had a good life. He was a businessman with a rich family. He was in the middle of the society, traveling between mozwa and the surrounding towns.

In the realm of alchemy and mage, people like him can't reach the top, but they don't care to live with those vulgar people. After all, they have good food and clothing.

Now, after the collapse of the city, frost alliance has almost been defeated, and many of his properties and belongings have also been lost in the war. It is estimated that all the interpersonal networks previously established will be knocked down, and it will not be easy to moisten the past in the future.

Therefore, compared with those who had nothing, he was more frightened and lost.

"I don't know what else I can do at my age." He felt his head sadly, and the hair under his hat was already sparse.

"Big brother, you're pretty good. At least your daughter is still alive, isn't she? Today, I specially let you meet at the female settlement next door."

Looking back on his lovely 10-year-old daughter, the old man's heart softened again. Yes, I still have to support the family. At least I have to see my daughter marry happily. Only in this way can I be successful.

After gradually calming down, he settled down and sat in the tent.

"You say, what will they do with us or arrange for us?" The old man looked at the soldier standing upright in the distance through the gap of the tent curtain.

"There's really nothing to say about losing to such an enemy." Now he has to admit that these soldiers with firm will and discipline are respectable and terrible opponents.

"Who knows, maybe they will organize us to work first and then redeem ourselves? It is said that there are no slaves in clancia. As long as you do not commit a crime, you will not be imprisoned to restrict your freedom. "

"It seems that we have to live a hard life." The old man also agreed. But he had seen those masters who "don't eat people's fireworks" and asked people to do whatever they want.

People in the middle class like him are more sober, because he can not only see the luxury and prosperity of the upper class, but also experience the hardships and sorrows of the lower class around him.

The only pity is that he clearly realized that it was difficult for him to reach the upper level, and sliding to the lower level would be even more frightening. After all, he had seen those beautiful and comfortable lives, and it was even more difficult for him to accept such a sharp gap.

So thinking, thinking, he gradually felt sleepy, into the nap.

"Hey, wake up!" After a long time, the sound of pushing came from my side.

The old man opened his eyes a little vaguely and woke up for several seconds.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Shh, keep it down. Come and have a look."

The 30-year-old man squatted at the tent curtain and looked at a man in a black robe walking by. And the old man slowly came over, squatted down and looked out.

"These are..." He had some doubts. Even the well-informed businessmen felt strange and curious.

"I don't know, but I was just told by the officer to let the soldiers in our settlement cooperate with the actions of these black robed men. It seems that I was searching for something."

"Ah, here they come." A black robed man with a veil and a face hidden in a hood came up.

Maybe their voices were a little loud, or maybe they wanted to warn these random guessers. When the black robed Superman approached, a cold and piercing feeling swept over the side of his body, which made people feel goose bumps unconsciously.

The silver gray eyes under the hood, just slightly turned, seemed to see through his body, mind and soul, so that the man in his thirties was stunned, and then sat on the ground, until the other side walked away for a long time, then gradually recovered.

"Hoo - Hoo -" he pressed his beating heart, and the scene in his mind could not be erased.

On the other side of the settlement.

"Oh, Zachary, you're scaring people again. That's how the reputation of our necromancer series got worse." A woman in Black said to her companion. Her plump figure, even if it was tightly wrapped, also revealed a bit of charm.

"Now it's not in the adjudication department. Come on, look a little softer, otherwise it's hard for you to find a girlfriend." This woman uses encrypted voice to communicate with her companions. In the eyes of outsiders, they just walk in the settlement and search one by one.

"I don't have to worry about sisina in my life. In addition, I don't mind if I can be my lover."

"Ah, it's a sharp counterattack. It's a frightening torture officer. If we get married, will you torture me every day?"

This woman still does not forget to say the words which are full of imagination. Fortunately, these words will not be noticed by others, otherwise their mysterious and cold image in black robes will be broken immediately.

After receiving the Pope's instructions, the lacquer night palace sent a lot of necromancers to come, and even the Department of justice sent subordinates to come, because according to the information, they found that there were many traces of "backlights" activities in the frost alliance.

These two men are from the small team of the adjudication department. Their tasks include not only searching the underground and surrounding areas of the city, looking for the secret hiding places of the mages, but also looking for traces of the activities of the "backlights". So these people are more inclined to come to the refugee settlement, rather than like other necromancers, manipulating the ghosts to penetrate the layers of the earth and search for the vast underground space.

While walking, the necromancer suddenly stopped with cold eyes, and soon his companions responded.

"Tut, I didn't expect that there were really big fish." Just now, the woman who didn't know what to do was serious.

In front of them, in the tent in a corner of the settlement, a low voice of prayer came, followed by a strange slightly twisted feeling.

However, they didn't start immediately. They still kept on moving after a few seconds, but this time they had to be silent and cautious. They should not only arrest this person, but also search in advance to see if there is any accomplice who has escaped the net, so as not to lose one of them.

At night, the man who was frightened during the day is sleeping in the tent now. It seems that he has slowly recovered from the shock. And the old man around him is insomnia. At this time had to sit up, melancholy looking at the snoring roommate.

Suddenly, there was a seeping cry from the outside, and then it came to a sudden stop, followed by the rapid footsteps of the soldiers and the collision of armor.

He can't help but carefully climb up, gently open the gap of the tent, observing the situation outside.

On the broad road reflected by the fire, several struggling people were being bound and pressed by the soldiers and escorted to the outside. They looked ferocious and terrible, while several people in black robes followed. As they passed by, some fallen leaves on the ground rolled up, turned in the air, and then fell. A familiar cold feeling attacked his body.

A black robed man orders one of the bound people, and his fingertips fall on his forehead. Then the man suddenly faints and stops struggling. In this way, he is much quieter.

Looking at this incredible scene, the old man slowly remembered the rare extraordinary sequence, focusing on the sequence of corpses, bones and souls.

He covered his mouth in fear, retreated slowly, and then sat down on the carpet in the tent, daring to breathe a little loudly.

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Under the search of these black robed necromancers, many hidden existence have been found, some of which are hidden in the depths of the cellar, some are "backlights" of hiding operations, some are treasures hidden in the cellar of some rich people's homes, some are strongholds where thieves shrink, and even some underground entertainment places that once disappeared.

These discoveries are far beyond the official imagination. They were originally intended to find the big figures of the enemy and the big secret space, but they are full of unexpected results.

In this regard, they have to step up their efforts and continue to clean up the dark and dirty places in the city, and wonder if the cities they occupied before will go through the same way.

Inside the engraved tower, Lorraine Hill sits at a wide table, looking at all kinds of materials in front of him. These are all reports of recent discoveries.

Looking at the dense handwriting and description, even the dutiful girl felt a little tired.

She shakes her head slightly, wakes her head, and then thinks about whether she can use other forces to help her work, which unconsciously evokes the system in her mind.

Can you help me analyze these reports. She said it in her heart and looked forward to it.

[in language analysis, we can rely on keywords and logical chains for basic inference, but we can't guarantee that the results are completely correct, so we still need the host to detect them by itself

Oh, that's good. The girl's heart leaped slightly and blinked. The paper in front of her body was suddenly blown up by the wind, and it floated into the air like a lady in heaven. Then it was straightened by the wind and spread out one by one, forming a plane full of paper.

Then, the plane line flew to the front of the girl's line of vision, like a locomotive, with a long track behind her, rolled in front of her, and the contents of the pages were quickly recorded by the system in the girl's mind.

More than ten seconds later, all the pages went through like this, and then the mechanical sound came along.

[system analysis, please wait...]

[analysis finished, modeling started]

After that, a light blue transparent three-dimensional model appeared in Lorraine Hill's field of vision. Of course, in other people's eyes, there was still nothing in front of her.

This transparent model accurately constructed the various areas and buildings of mozwa, and the previous reports were presented in red dots.

Looking at the complex and clear model, loranthel once again appreciated the convenience of the system, and then began to search for the connection of the events.

After a period of detection and investigation, she gradually found a slightly suspicious location, which is in the southern edge of the city. Unexpectedly, there is a blank area, without any red spots, and there are few refugees around.

It seems that it's worth checking here. She meditated and looked at the abandoned buildings in the center of the area on the model.

The coffee shop that doesn't fit in with the surroundings.