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The familiar face quickly walked out of the range of the firelight, and entered the valley together with groups of peasants.

Everyone in Kenya watched Walton disappear into the darkness, looked at each other, and could see the astonishment on each other's faces.

"...He is not dead? Captain Walton is still alive?" the female soldier muttered to herself.

The middle-aged man stared solemnly in the direction of the valley.

To the members of the Lieyang Church, chasing and killing the Nightmare Butcher is an honor that goes hand in hand with danger.

Just like what Yang Qiu said when he threatened Walton to accept the "peace talks", in these years, it is true that countless leaders of the sect have died in his hands.

Of course... the possibility of annihilation of the entire army is not very high. After all, the lunatic did not really go crazy. Over the years, the survivors who survived the Nightmare Butcher's life are also very rare. After entering the Rhine Kingdom, this guess has been confirmed. In the royal capital, there are rumors that the Nightmare Butcher (the undead) has captured a Sun Cult.

There must be a large number of survivors in the lost order, but it is impossible for this survivor to include Ben Ham Walton himself; whether it is from the hunting style of the Solari Order or the consistent style of the Nightmare Butcher Considering it, Walton, the head of the order, will never be spared.

I never expected that... Before officially stepping into Innatrix, everyone in the investigation team witnessed the living Walton, the head of the sect that everyone thought he was dead, who was still in the pre-action stage. In a restricted state!

"——Walton betrayed the Holy Land?" Among the members of the investigation team, a man who was as young as Gejill uttered in disbelief.

"How is it possible?" Ge Jier subconsciously denied loudly, "That's Walton!"

With a noble and glorious surname, he served as a night watchman in the Karan Peninsula for 20 years and resolved three disaster crises; how could such a pious church knight betray the Holy Land?

The members of the investigation team present were all night watchmen, and everyone knew what 20 years of night watchman qualifications meant.

The middle-aged man has been a night watchman for 15 years, and his 15 years of qualifications are enough to make him more trusted by the Holy Land higher-ups than the others present.

"There's no need to rush to conclusions." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "After contacting him first... His fief and family are all in Kenya. I believe he must have been under some kind of coercion."

The town was controlled by the Innatrix, and middle-aged men would not be stupid enough to act rashly in the enemy's lair. A group of people waited patiently until the next day, and then left as if nothing had happened when the other caravans were about to set off.

After walking for a few miles, the investigation team quickly deviated from the main road and ran into the nearby forest, and then divided into several teams to radiate back to the route that Walton returned to town last night to search, and found it without much effort. He met Walton who was organizing the peasants to reclaim the wasteland.

The middle-aged man crouched on a distant mountain and observed Walton with a telescope. The more he observed, the more puzzled he became.

More than a hundred peasants scattered on the wilderness with hoes and shovels to clear the overgrown thorns and shrubs, and picked up scattered stones. Walton patrolled around the wasteland site, helping to remove large stones and drag away large groups of debris from time to time. The bush of thorns seems to get along well with these vulgar peasants.

"What the hell is this guy doing? He doesn't want to get in touch with the Holy Land, but squats in this kind of countryside and works as a farm supervisor?"

The middle-aged man observed silently for half the morning, and when it was close to noon, he let other people hide around. He only took Ge Jier and the two along the forest to the wasteland reclamation site.

Near a place where Walton would patrol from time to time, the middle-aged man carved a coat of arms of the night watchmen of the Church of the Sunburnt on the trunk with his saber, and drew a small arrow under the coat of arms, and then turned back. Deep in the forest.

After waiting patiently for more than 20 minutes, Walton entered the forest alone and met with the "old villager".

Seeing the familiar face of the middle-aged man, Walton's expression instantly became complicated: "Roz...it's you."

Before leaving the night watchman position, the middle-aged man Ross, this guy who was also recognized as "excessively cold and unreasonable" within the night watchman, had a good personal relationship with Walton.

Walton, the young man next to Ross, also had a little impression. He seemed to be a child of a certain noble family.

Ross observed Walton carefully for a while before saying: "You have not been interfered by spiritual magic, so you are under some kind of curse?"

Walton smiled helplessly.

"No, I am not coerced by some kind of curse, nor have I been threatened... Well, there are still threats." Walton said with an inexplicably complicated expression, "All my soldiers are in the hands of the Nightmare Butcher, and there is a long For a while... I was under Yang's surveillance."

Ross said: "You used the past tense, so what about the present?"

"As you can see, I can move freely." Walton said.

"What's the price?" Ross said calmly.

Walton fell silent.

This is the thinking habit of the night watchman... Everything that is unreasonable must have its forced rationality.

Regarding the doubts of his old colleagues, Walton's biggest dilemma is that he can't tell the truth or tell lies.

In desperation, Walton could only smile wryly, "If I said that I stayed here voluntarily as a captive, Ross, would you believe me?"

Ross and Gejill, who had already kept a certain distance from Walton, changed their colors at the same time, and stepped back a few steps at the same time; Ross looked calm, but his expression was a little dignified. The young man who held his breath directly wrote shock on his face.

Walton: "..."

This is a normal reaction of the night watchman...Who made Walton say such insane words.

Walton sighed and said, "Yang has already been promoted to a legend."

Ross, who had always been calm, suddenly widened his eyes.

Walton laughed at himself: "The Holy Land's strategy failed, Ross, the Nightmare Butcher not only didn't get out of control, but went a step further... The members of the sect before me died in vain."

Even a young man like Ge Jier could hear the resentment in Walton's words, and was a little confused for a while.

Ross, who was shocked to hear that the Nightmare Butcher had advanced, quickly calmed down: "It seems that you were bewitched by that black mage."

"I don't want to lie to you, my friend." Walton said calmly, "What Yang said to me after I was captured is not as good as what I heard before I was captured. In the crowd, I'm just a nobody."

The muscles on Ross's face tensed briefly. Obviously, he was irritated by Walton's words.

"This is not something that honorable church knights can say, Walton, do you know what you are talking about?!"

"Honor?" Walton chuckled slightly. "Well, you can understand it however you want—just for the sake of past affection, I hope you can listen to a few words from me."

"First, my subordinates and soldiers are still alive. They were detained somewhere by Yang. According to Inadeli's captive policy, they will be released after two to three years and returned to their original places. Although this is also unfortunate, But it's better than losing your life."

"Second." Walton paused and sighed heavily, "Bishop Harris didn't betray the Holy Land, he just made the choice he could to minimize losses for the Holy Land."

"Third, if you are going to Innatrix, please remember...don't use force against anyone in Innatrix, even if this person is as humble as dust in your eyes." Walton emphasized Tone, "It is never wise to use unconventional means in Innatrix, please remember this."

Walton himself is a member of the Kenyan Empire, and he knows better than anyone that the purpose of the investigation team is not just to investigate him... To a certain extent, the undead cloth that Inadoli leaked out is better than nightmares. Butcher, the black mage who has disgraced the Sun Church several times, is a greater threat to the Kenyan Empire.

He, who has been a prisoner in Inadoli for more than half a year, of course knows that the undead cloth, like other Tarantan products, all come from Yang. There is nothing to do with him, let alone after this guy has advanced?

If Yang's foothold is in the northern part of the mainland, then the Holy Land will always have means to deal with him; however, he chose to develop in the inner eastern region... Geographical distance, the cost of manpower and material resources must be carefully weighed even by the Kenyan Empire.

Even with sea transportation, there is still the parish of the Church of the Storm between the landing and the Innatrix—as both sects known for their strength, the Church of the Sun and the Church of the Storm are not so close that they can use it at will.

Ross frowned and stared at Walton, and after silently understanding his words for a while, he spoke with some difficulty: "Are you admitting that you betrayed the Holy Land?"

Walton did not directly answer this question, expressing his attitude with silence.

"Why?" Ross really couldn't accept this response, and a tangled look appeared on his usually calm face.

Walton sighed heavily.

"Back then, when the Walton family lost the territorial war and declined rapidly... In order not to shame the ancestors of the Walton family because of their debt-laden descendants, I was indeed forced to become a night watchman." Walton Dun said with emotion, "But during those days when I was desperate in the Karan Peninsula, I did not live just to pay off my debts... The night watchman is an honor and a great cause, and I still think so."

People who don't have enough firm beliefs can't walk on the dangerous road of the night watchman for too long. There are too many people who choose this position for gold plating, or just out of reverence, or to earn high salaries. The people who started their careers gave up halfway and fled in panic.

"The night watchman was born to fight against the long night, to resist the erosion of darkness. But... the night watchman career that I am so proud of, is it really the pinnacle of my life pursuit?" Walton thought to himself Self-consciously, "Is what I have fought against already the most dangerous, most terrifying, and most terrifying evil in this world?"

Glancing at his old colleagues with special meaning, Walton had a strange smile on his face: "What do you think, Ross? Is it true that evil, as I once thought, can only be born in the dark, only in the darkness?" Grow in the darkest corners, stretch out minions in hidden places that no one finds?"

Ross frowned and stared at the senior night watchman whom he had recognized from the bottom of his heart, shaking his head silently.

Walton seemed to still be sane, but based on Ross's experience, he could be sure... this former friend had fallen into some kind of self-righteous delusion.

Such a paranoid, self-assured grasp of the truth that Rhodes had seen in a Kenyan scholar before he went mad.

"...Let's just treat him as dead, it's good for everyone." Ross thought to himself, but nodded on the surface, as if accepting Walton's explanation.

"Your reply, I will truthfully report to the Holy Land." Ross said calmly, "You were captured during the mission, and I will regard your refusal to actively contact the Holy Land as involuntary, although your fief will still be closed. Take it back, but at least your family members can keep the existing property. Of course, the premise is that you can’t contact your family again, otherwise I will treat your family members as adultery traitors.”

"Thank you." Walton bowed slightly sincerely.

Since he no longer considered returning to the Holy Land, the fiefdom of the Holy See knights could not be kept.

Walton, who was unmarried because he worked as a night watchman for many years when he was young, has no wife and children. He desperately paid off his debts and earned fiefs for the family, which is already worthy of the remaining family members; He can still live better than ordinary imperial citizens, and he doesn't need to worry too much.

"Is Bishop Harris still in the city of Innadrix?" Ross asked.

"Your Excellency the Bishop has not been disturbed in any way." Walton said frankly.

Yang is a man who keeps his word. He said that he is willing to maintain peace with the Church of the Sun in the territory of Innatrix, and he has always kept his promise. When Walton saw Harris in the city last time, the white-robed priest was still in good shape. A little more plump than last year.

Ross nodded, bowed slightly to say goodbye to Walton, and turned and left resolutely.

Ge Jier didn't interject a word throughout the whole process, and he is usually eloquent, but he really didn't have a chance to speak in the conversation between these two people.

Gejill, who followed Ross and left, still couldn't believe the fact that Walton, who he thought would never betray the Holy Land or the empire, acquiesced in betrayal on the spot.

"How could this be? He is a descendant of the nobles of the empire. Why would he give up everything to follow the Nightmare Butcher?"

Ross didn't explain Gejill's confusion, his heart was not as calm as he showed.

The Nightmare Butcher was promoted to Legend... This news is really shocking!

The reason why Harris shrank back and pretended to be dead can also be explained-the legend that is only one step away from a demigod is really not something that a white-robed priest who was "exiled" to a pagan parish by the Holy Land can restrain.

No, even if Nightmare Butcher hadn't been promoted, ordinary cardinals were no match for him... let alone Harris.

"...I'm in big trouble." Ross thought silently in his heart.

Like Gejir, Ross is a son of a noble family. Since he became a night watchman, he has been subordinate to the Holy Land and served as an investigator of the Holy Land.

Compared with the descendants of such a declining family as Walton, Ross knows more about the upper echelons of the Holy Land... and the upper echelons of the empire.

The high-level officials of the Holy Land and the empire have been trying to intervene in the middle-earth over the years, trying to take the warmer and more livable middle-earth into their pockets - the natural environment of the Kenyan Empire is not good, and nearly half of the country is in an extremely cold place. Half of the year the wind blows; no one yearns for a warmer climate more than the Kenyans.

Of course, it is impossible for the countries in Middle-earth to sit idly by. Who would be willing to become the granaries, cotton fields and resorts of other countries?

Years of wars have almost reduced several middle-earth countries close to Kenya to ruins, but the Kenyan Empire itself has also suffered a lot of blood... If it weren't for the continuous blood transfusion from the outer continent monopolized by the empire, the empire would have been in chaos for a long time. Woke up.

In this situation, Ross knew exactly how difficult it would be to deploy additional troops to go on an expedition.

But if he just sits idly by... When the Nightmare Butcher has the strength to fight back, will this legendary black mage who has been hunted down by the Holy Land for decades not consider revenge?

The more Ross thought about it, the more he had a headache, and he sighed invisibly.

If the senior priests of the Holy Land could make up their minds earlier and eliminate this hidden danger of deep hatred with the church at any cost...there would not be so many things.

What Ross, a senior investigator from the Holy Land of the Church of the Sun, didn't know was that... when he met Walton, he had already been exposed to the Nightmare Butcher.

Yang Qiu is a broad-minded person. The former thieves who have scolded him many times in private are equally magnanimous in knowing people, doing their jobs well and giving full play to their talents; he must and will not Repulsion, long ago pulled people into the matrix...

"I'm having a headache because there aren't enough mentor NPCs in the 'New Village', so here's someone here."

In Nador's mansion, Yang Qiu happily withdrew his thoughts from the matrix, and got up from the armchair in high spirits.

The workers in the courtyard are capping the mage tower. If there is no accident, they can start to arrange the magic circle in the tower in two days.

Standing in front of the window and admiring intoxicatedly, a huge tower-shaped building with a height of about 45 floors and a diameter of about [-] meters at the widest point at the bottom, Yang Qiu put on a cloak and went out to the city hall to find Zhao Zhenzhen.

"You mean—open the third closed beta?!"

Hearing Yang Qiu's intentions, Zhao Zhenzhen, who was sitting behind the desk processing documents, couldn't help jumping up.

"Yes." Yang Qiu nodded with a smile, "I plan to expand the number of players to 3. With this scale, even larger wars can be fought, and the battle line can be extended. You know, Adler The new town you led will have a harvest this year, so it’s impossible to really pay taxes to Lord Adler, right?”

Zhao Zhenzhen: "..."

In order to resist the tax, the territory should be taken down... Zhao Zhenzhen's hard-core reason is irrefutable.

"Didn't you always say that opening too many logins would be beyond your ability?" Zhao Zhenzhen said cautiously, "This world has a very outrageous risk of getting out of control, right, you have no problem hosting [-] players at once?"

After mastering the Innad collar, Zhao Zhenzhen can naturally come into contact with the mystic knowledge of this world... I have to say that in the official record of abnormal events, the reality is that living people will mutate into deformed monsters after mental breakdown It was an eye-opener for Zhao Zhenzhen—is it okay to even change the species after a breakdown? !

"With my own mental strength, it is indeed the limit to carry the current more than 3000 game accounts. Didn't you notice that I have been meditating to recover? It is because it consumes too much to use my own soul as the core of the matrix." Yang Qiu The attitude is correct and authentic, "It's okay to be normal, if a top powerhouse comes to Innadali to trouble me, then I have to kick all the players off the line first... Even I can't bear it at the same time. The burden of the core of the matrix, while exerting its full strength to fight against people."

Zhao Zhenzhen: "Uh..."

It sounds like a powerful description, but Zhao Zhenzhen, who is not a native of the country, really can't get to the point...

"After the mage tower is completed, there will be no problem." Yang Qiu said happily, "transfer the core of the matrix to the magic circle inside the tower of the mage tower, use the sealed object as the core of the formation, rely on the function of the magic net to provide the operation energy for the imprint matrix, Although it is not possible to receive unlimited players, there is still no problem with expanding the imprinted anchor—didn’t I tell you?”

"No!!" Zhao Zhenzhen roared angrily.

If she had known that this mage repair tower had this function, she wouldn't have been thinking about getting resources from Yang, okay?

"Okay, then it's fine to add an explanation now." Yang Qiu said indifferently, "I will return to Earth to release the third test announcement later, and open the application channel on the official website. Considering the particularity of this game, players who apply this time We still need your help in screening."

"In this way, I will close the application after the number of players who apply reaches 300 million. You help me screen out 300 citizens of the country who are innocent, have no criminal records, and have no religious beliefs from the 30 million candidate applications, and then from these 30 [-] places are randomly drawn from [-] players, what do you think?"

Zhao Zhenzhen was expressionless, his tone and attitude seemed to be discussing with her, but in fact there was no room for discussion at all, okay?

"Are you sure that all login accounts are randomly selected?" Zhao Zhenzhen still has to try her best to fight for the national team.

"That's what I said." Yang Qiu said nonchalantly, "When the water is clear, there will be no fish. If you secretly replace thousands of application quotas and stuff some 'private goods' in, the quantity is relatively small, then I will also find out. No way!"

Zhao Zhenzhen: "..."

Well... 300% of the 10 million and then 10% of the screening process, the probability that players on the earth who are screaming for a number can successfully obtain a helmet and log in to this other world to work for Yang is really not high. This guy defaults to the national team Occupying a thousand helmets is considered generous.

"As for the channel of 'renew account with long service time', it can be opened for a long time, as long as the increase does not exceed the carrying capacity of the mage tower's magic network, there will still be some crowding." Yang Qiu said again.

The online GM, player mayor, and player consul affairs officer are almost all monopolized by the national team, which is tantamount to the exclusive benefits of the national team.

Zhao Zhenzhen also knew that this guy would rather save resources by himself than accept the sugar-coated shells of the expert group, but he didn't want to be restrained by others at this time, so he nodded his head painfully.

After completing the PY deal with the national team, Yang Qiu opened the rift in time and space and returned to Earth. He logged into the backstage of the official website and released the third test announcement.

As soon as the announcement came out, the whole Internet suddenly boiled...