Sixty years ago, near the far-flung frontier of the desert kingdom of Takara, there was a village called Bizier.

The buildings here are basically made of rammed sand, like a sand castle pinched by giants. Every morning and evening, the low buildings are shrouded in the soft golden sunlight, giving the village a charming quaint charm.

There is a seasonal river called Whistle not far from the village. When the rainy season comes, the rushing river will flow happily from north to south, making the dry and cracked riverbed wet again.

The precious river water will not only irrigate the sparse vegetation on both sides and the crops planted in advance, but will also be wrapped in many fish and shrimps that are rarely seen on weekdays to improve the food for the nearby residents.

Therefore, whenever the whistle sounds, the villagers will hear it.

Although Bizier Village is nominally owned by Takara, the kingdom never sends anyone to manage it, but allows it to fend for itself. Only at the end of the autumn harvest every year, a tax collector on a camel and a small guard of guards will come to collect some symbolic taxes to prove that this place still belongs to the kingdom.

And the tax is not those shiny real gold or silver, but the green melons. The village is rich in melons, and the white flesh under the thick skin is as sweet as honey.

In fact, there are not many semi-independent villages like Bizier Village in the desert. Like other villages and towns in remote areas of the human kingdom, they were initially set up as temporary camps for adventurers or businessmen. The gathering area where teams are used to staying, and then slowly develop over time.

At some point long ago, the Marwela Desert was constantly flooded with adventurers. They slept in groups, dined and slept, and measured the entire desert with their own footsteps.

The reason for this is not because of the discovery of rare open-pit gold mines in the desert, nor because of the miraculous large-scale appearance of some precious magic materials, but because during that time, a very famous historian, When he was studying the book called The Last Goblin, according to the records in the book and combining a large number of related documents, he finally studied the capital of the Goblin Empire in the Fifth Era, which was hidden in the desert. known place.

The historian also asserts that within the capital of the goblin empire, it is very likely that an unimaginable amount of wealth is buried, as well as the complete body of the war machines they have used. These wealth and war machines lie quietly under the yellow sand, waiting for the discovery of the destined people.

So, a special era came quietly along with the historian's remarks.

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After talking, we habitually strayed from the topic again, let us turn our attention back to the village.

On this day, along the shore of the Whistle River with poplars and camel thorns, two travelers in plate armor and riding camels came. One of them has a vicissitudes of life, the wrinkles on his face are as clear as a knife, and the plate armor on his body is worn and dim, as if covered with a layer of dust; while the other is very young, with bright golden hair and armor on his body. for attention.

The two were Darren, who had just become a paladin, and his teacher, Hall.

Darren originally planned to follow his teacher to the central area of ​​the desert kingdom for some experience, but a violent sandstorm suddenly came and involved them.

The powerful divine power ensured that the two were not injured in the sandstorm, but it also caused them to deviate from their original direction and inexplicably came to this small village in a remote area.

The two of them came all the way to the entrance of the village, and the happy expressions that were originally able to rest became much more serious in an instant.

"Teacher, I feel that this village is filled with a strong smell of blasphemy. The disgusting smell is more obvious than the smell of rotting corpses. It's disgusting!" The young paladin frowned, his tone full of disgust.

After becoming a paladin, Darren was able to clearly distinguish those evil and blasphemous breaths. Every time he encountered it, he had a strong urge to erase it completely.

"It seems that we didn't come here for no reason. This may be the guide of the power of inheritance." Hall nodded, "We should find the source of the blasphemous aura, then destroy it and restore the village to its original state."

The paladins led camels into the village and carefully searched for the source of the breath. The villagers along the way stared at them indifferently, with a very obvious rejection in their eyes.

The more they walked into the village, the more serious the expressions on the faces of the two paladins became. The situation here was much more serious than they had imagined. The level of blasphemous aura pollution had reached an extremely terrifying level.

Darren originally thought that this time would be the same as last time, and there was an evil creature hiding in the village, waiting for an opportunity to harm innocent people, but what he observed along the way here is obviously not just that.

The last time he and Mr. Hall were on the way to practice, they encountered a shapeshifter in human form. The shapeshifter not only killed the original owner of his appearance secretly, but even lived with the original owner's wife for a long time~lightnovelpub.net~ and made the other party pregnant.

Although Darren and his teacher finally succeeded in dismantling the shapeshifter and beheading it on the spot, the paladins didn't know how to help the poor pregnant woman.

More importantly, even if the corpse of the monster was restored to its original shape and lay directly in front of the lady, she still did not believe that the lover who had lived with her for so long was a hideous and ugly monster.

The woman was screaming, crying, and howling hysterically. She scolded Darren that they were murderers, demons, demons who could use illusions, and threw everything she could see at them. Finally, after the lord of the city came over to understand the situation, he asked the pharmacist to prepare a cup of moon tea, forcibly poured it on the poor woman, and fell off the baby in her womb.

Darren later heard that the woman fainted when she saw the deformed baby of the monster species that had fallen between her legs. When she woke up, she went completely crazy.

She looked at everyone like a terrible monster, and looked at everyone like her lover.

And when the young paladin asked his teacher, "Is what we did right this time, is it a just act?", his teacher did not give a direct answer, just looked up at the sky and answered like this :

"Human beings are sometimes strong, but at other times, they are also extremely fragile. They often prefer to accept false beauty rather than cruel truth. All we can do is to save as much as possible. This is our responsibility and ours. mission."

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