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Naraxi Port is a top-ranked port city in the middle and lower reaches of the Barcelo River. There are hundreds of various shipping and shipping companies alone, and the shipbuilding industry is not inferior to Moses Port in the Odis family era.

Such a bustling city has just welcomed a large number of refugees from the Matthew Land, and tens of thousands of undead swarmed into the city... the chaos caused can be imagined.

Jeremy K. Bancroft stood at the window on the second floor of his house, watching in shock a steady stream of undead running across the road in front of his house. He was dumbfounded for a long time before he remembered that his wife had just taken their children to the city the day before. The father-in-law's family participated in the full moon ceremony of the little niece, and rushed back to the study, called the father-in-law's house, and reminded his wife not to go out.

The wife on the other end of the phone was very nervous. She calmed down after repeatedly confirming that the home was not disturbed by the undead. She comforted her husband not to worry. The undead had not yet disturbed her natal neighborhood. Take refuge at the neighbor Baron So-and-so's house.

"No——! Can't go!!" Jeremy's soul was almost frightened, "Let father-in-law answer the phone! Stay away from the nobles! Do you know? You must never go to places with nobles——!"

The wife explained that there is a very safe underground refuge in the baron's house next door, but she still couldn't convince her husband, so she had to ask her father to answer.

"Believe me, Malcolm, the best way to avoid trouble is to stay away from the nobles, and don't run into the street..."

Jeremy tried his best to persuade his father-in-law Malcolm for a long time, and promised that he would bring his housekeeper to bring food from the suburbs to the city, so Malcolm half-believingly gave up his idea of ​​hiding in a neighbor's house.

After hanging up the phone, Jeremy urged the butler and the two remaining male servants to quickly move out the grain in the cellar. He had to send it to the city to appease the father-in-law's family.

"Sir, the streets outside are full of undead!" The butler's legs began to weaken when he heard that Jeremy was going out at such a time.

"At this moment, there are not [-] to [-] Tarantan undead passing by our house. If those undead will attack us, can the gate and courtyard wall of our house stop them?" Jeremy asked back.

The butler silently turned his head and looked out the window...

The old house of the Bancroft family was repaired more than 20 years ago.

Now the iron fence front door of the old house has rusted to death, and only the wooden side door can be opened; the lime putty painted on the fence has also peeled off in large parts, and the red brick wall is exposed. Rose vines cover it.

With the outstanding siege record of Tarantan's undead, it is outrageous that this kind of courtyard wall that can stop the thieves can stop them.

"Don't listen to the people outside and think that your naivety is about to collapse. Use your brains and think about it." Jeremy worked with the servant to move the grain to the carriage, and at the same time convinced the housekeeper and himself, "There are so many middle-class Matthews who came to escape on the street. These middle-class people have no guards or private soldiers, and they don't even have enough carriages. If the undead really want to deal with them, can they escape to Port Narassi smoothly? "

Although he has been far away from the center of power and has become a "marginal" figure in Port Narassi, Jeremy was once the young master of the lord's family anyway, and he still has the most basic vision-most of the nobles who fled to Port Narasie have already stayed Obviously, they were the first batch of refugees who entered the city before dawn.

As for the middle class who escaped, most of them had to park their carriages full of belongings on the side of the road, obviously they had just entered the city not long ago.

With the astonishing capture efficiency of the undead of Tarantan, if they really do not intend to let the middle class go, it is impossible for these middle class to come to Port Narasi anyway. It would be strange to run away from the hands of the undead!

Based on the facts he saw with his own eyes, combined with the consistent style of Tarantan’s undead, it is not difficult for Jeremy to come to the conclusion: Facing the army of undead who cannot communicate or surrender and beg for mercy, nobles are the high-risk group, and ordinary people are not so dangerous .

Sure enough, Jeremy packed a wagon full of food, bravely opened the door, and walked out the door... The undead who continued to pass by the road in front of their house didn't even look at him. .

Occasionally, the undead noticed that Jeremy, who was dressed better than the civilian NPC, would lose interest immediately after making a strange gesture to him.

"Look, look, I'll tell you it's all right." Jeremy couldn't control his weak legs, and turned his head to greet the housekeeper, "Hurry up and pull out the carriage, we have to send the things to the lady before dark .”

Jeremy's wife's family, the Malcolm family, is a middle-class family in Port Narasi. His father-in-law, brother-in-law, and brother-in-law all work in shipping companies.Relying on marrying the fallen Lord Bancroft's family and gaining a bit of face in the aristocratic circle, the Malcolm family went bankrupt a few years ago and bought a townhouse in a wealthy area. upper middle circle.

But Jeremy, the son-in-law, is also very clear that the "inheritance" is limited to the standard of the middle class, and the annual income of the whole family is not enough to cover the expenses of raising a few expensive pet dogs in the neighbor's family. In order to maintain the appearance of "decent" sacrifice What... If he didn't rush to send food in before the city was in complete chaos, the father-in-law's family might have a break tomorrow.

Most of all, he was worried that his father-in-law would take his wife and children into the ditch--he was really worried if he didn't keep an eye on it!

Leaving the two servants behind to watch the house, Jeremy took the housekeeper with him, drove the carriage himself, and mustered up the courage to go out.

On this only road from the western suburbs into the city, few pedestrians could be seen at this time.

Apart from the "crack" and "crack" sounds from the undead overtaking from behind from time to time, Jeremy could only hear screams coming from a distance from nowhere.

Occasionally, people could be seen swaying in the houses on the side of the road. When Jeremy drove the carriage past, many residents in the western suburbs who knew the Bancroft family were stuck on the windows and looked out in shock.

"It's okay... don't be afraid..."

The pale-faced Jeremy tried hard not to tremble too much in the hand holding the rein. When passing by a familiar house, he smiled firmly at the neighbor who was nervously and terrified looking at each other through the window.

The neighbors who knew Jeremy were dumbfounded at the lonely and brave carriage driving unhurriedly in the wave of undead, with their mouths opened wide.

"My God... Is the young master of the Bancroft family crazy?"

"Can't Jeremy see the undead passing by him?"

Residents in the western suburbs watched the Bancroft family's carriage pass by dumbfoundedly, completely unable to understand what they had just seen.

A bold young man quietly opened the window and looked out, and when the passing ghosts turned their black eye sockets, they screamed and closed the window tightly and drew the curtains.

When the number of undead passing by on the road is much smaller and no longer densely packed, more people are brave enough to open windows and open doors.

And then... These residents who were scared and panicked and hid back home not long ago, only gradually discovered that the undead Tarantan who "made excuses" were really not interested in them "civilian NPCs"...

At this time, Jeremy, who was brave enough to go out, had already driven the carriage into the city.

Seeing the situation in the city, not to mention the frightened old housekeeper, even Jeremy couldn't help but have the urge to turn around and run away.

Those undead Tarantan ghosts who had never committed a crime when they were driving on the outskirts of the city finally revealed their true colors after entering the city-the whole West Street was full of smashing... Cough, the scene of robbery!

The screaming lady was dragged out of the carriage by the undead. Amidst the tragic howls, her jewelry was taken off, her hands were cut behind her back, and she was stuffed back into the carriage...

The gentleman fleeing in panic ran away from his shoes and rushed across the small half street, but still failed to escape from the clutches of the undead, and was picked up and carried away by the undead who was chasing him...

The private soldiers and guards who desperately resisted were easily overwhelmed by several times the undead...

However, in any hotel or inn where nobles stayed, there were countless undead coming in and out, carrying out the unlucky ones who were struggling endlessly, and displaying them on the street like goods...

Whether it is a high-end jewelry store or a membership-only salon that only accepts specific customers, the shops facing the street with noble coats of arms hung in a low-key or high-profile way are all trampled and ransacked by the undead...

Crying, begging for mercy, screaming, and cursing were intertwined. This tragic, hell-like scene made Jeremy, who had been prepared in his heart, tremble from the bottom of his heart.

Jeremy heard the old butler praying to the Lord of Storms in a low voice, and he himself began to regret his decision to go out at such a time...

Just when Jeremy thought of finding a place for the carriage to turn around and quickly escape from this horrible hell... Several undead crossing the road glanced in his direction, stopped for a while, and let the carriage pass first.

Jeremy: "...??"

Holding the rein numbly with almost unconscious hands, Jeremy, who didn't dare to look around at all, drove the carriage for tens of meters before he dared to turn back tremblingly.

The few undead who "politely" knew how to give way to the carriage had already rushed to a hotel, bypassed the private guards guarding the main entrance and stubbornly resisted, and climbed the outer wall and drilled through the window.

In the window where the undead got into, there was a tragic scream soon.

Jeremy: "...(°△°)"

Jeremy, whose whole body was stiff and short of breath due to excessive tension, slowly relaxed from heart to body.

The scene on the street was still miserable, but he wasn't the one who was miserable anyway... He could indeed breathe a sigh of relief.

Once he relaxed, Jeremy suddenly found that he had overlooked many things; the details ignored by his brain gradually became clear in Jeremy's vision...

Shops belonging to aristocratic properties that are being ransacked by the undead, you can see shop assistants leaning against the wall or huddled in the corner at a loss inside and outside the shop.

The Tarantan undead did the looting work without any scruples, but they really didn't hurt these people... When a clerk ran out of the store, the undead who entered and exited would give way a little naturally.

Beside the fleeing aristocrats who had been robbed of their floating wealth and tied their hands and feet on the roadside, were the middle-class Matthews huddled together tremblingly; their carriages were also parked not far away, but they came and went. The departed undead did not come near.

Not only were the middle class fleeing from Matthew not harassed or attacked by the undead, but even the maids and servants of the nobles were ignored by the undead... Even some of these servants wore some valuable gold and silver jewelry.

Jeremy turned his neck stiffly, and looked around more carefully. He found that the apartment buildings facing the street on West Avenue and the ordinary shops facing the street downstairs also had the same "no offense" treatment as the residents in the western suburbs.

Some courageous apartment building residents even dared to squeeze in front of the window and point at the downstairs.

Jeremy took a slow breath, the temperature returned to his blood vessels and under his skin, and his numb body seemed to regain its ability to move.

"It's really all right—don't be afraid."

Jeremy said to himself to cheer himself up, shook the reins, and concentrated on driving to the wealthy district in the east of the city.

He has to hurry to his wife's natal house and tell his father-in-law's family not to do stupid things!

Jeremy, who rushed to his father-in-law's house anxiously, was horrified to find out that his father-in-law Malcolm did not listen to his warning on the phone, and the whole family hid in the neighboring baron's house!

Jeremy, whose blood was cooling down almost instantly, dragged his father-in-law's family, his wife and children out of the neighboring Baron's house with an unprecedented madness in his life; Collectors even pulled out revolver pistols...

At the expense of offending his father-in-law and offending the local baron, he reluctantly brought his father-in-law's family back home, and the undead of Tarantan touched this rich area where nobles gathered together.

Neighbors on the left and right were thrown into a mess by the undead of Tarantan, crying loudly; Jeremy, with a hoarse voice and almost lost his strength, slapped the window frame vigorously and roared angrily: "I have already said that there is no one in Port Narasi." I know the undead of Tarantan better! In this matter, you'd better listen to me!"

The father-in-law Malcolm, who had planned to take the opportunity to deepen his relationship with the baron's family and prepare for marriage in advance, nodded in cold sweat.

At dusk on August [-]th, the sky was almost completely dark, and the Rhine People's Army, which was desperately chasing after the army of undead, finally arrived at Port Narassi.

Naraxi Port, which had not made any preparations for the challenge at all, and was defenseless, had already been captured by the undead army. From the lords to the fief nobles who lived in the city, to the Matthew collar nobles who had fled, nearly [-]% of them were captured without a fight, and only a few were enough. The nobles who were lucky, reacted quickly enough, and did not dare to take chances managed to escape by boat.

It took a lot of effort for Jerome and Ms. Shirley to find the lord of Port Narasi from among the large pile of captives who were "laid aside" randomly by the undead...

Bringing the horrified lord back to the ransacked lord's mansion, Jerome once again signed a peace agreement with the lord under the witness of Ms. Shirley and Tuttle Joe—the content of the agreement, with Lionel The one signed by the Grand Duke is similar.

In addition to the agreement on the non-aggression between Narasie Port and the Rhine Kingdom, the Narasie Port shall not support unjust wars, and the Rhine side releases prisoners, etc., there is an additional clause that after the "defensive counterattack" is over, the Narasie Port and Moses Port Friendly trade agreement.

Of course, this so-called friendly trade agreement, which both parties can unilaterally tear up at any time, did not take its terms seriously when they signed it.

The lord of Port Narasie, who had suffered such a great humiliation, had no choice but to bow his head under the eaves, hoping that the federal army would rush over to destroy these bastards to help him avenge him; Jerome, who signed on behalf of Rhine, did not think that This agreement can be implemented before the Church of the Storm is settled.

The next day, in the early morning of August [-]th, the undead army that had just ransacked Port Narassi had already run out of sight, and the Rhine People's Army, which helped to rectify the order for half the night, also chased after a hasty breakfast. out.

Jeremy, who lived in fear at his father-in-law's house all night, went out to check the situation, and saw the Baron's family, whom he offended just yesterday, were cleaning up the mansion that had been tossed and bleak.

Jeremy watched from a distance and calmly for a while, and when his wife and children got up, he took his family and returned to the outskirts of the city.

"If the father-in-law is determined to marry the baron's family, you should go back to your mother's house less, otherwise it will not be so easy to pass the test when the undead of Tarantan come back next time."

On the way home, Jeremy told his wife heavily.

"Those undead will come?!" The wife said in horror.

Jeremy sighed: "You also heard the broadcast last night. The Rhine army generously released the captives captured by the undead when they entered the city... If they were not confident that they could come over at any time, why didn't they take the lord Or someone who is important enough to take as a hostage?"

"My God—" the wife gasped.

Jeremy was silent for a while, then said quietly: "The next time the undead come back, even if Port Narasi is fully prepared for the battle... the time it will be breached will not exceed this time. People who know that the undead will not harm ordinary people, It is very likely that they will not participate in the defense of the city at all, and those who have enemies with the nobles may find ways to provide convenience for the army of undead..."

"One day can take you down, and half a day can destroy a city—" Jeremy turned his head to look in the direction of the capital, and said with a complicated mood: "Kashmir, it's over."

"It's over, it's over."

In the royal capital of Kashmir, His Majesty the King Basaro, who learned that Port Narasi had "fallen" and the army of undead was still rapidly attacking the next city, was full of this thought over and over again in his mind.

King Basaro still firmly believes that the enemy is not invincible, but His Majesty the King is also very clear that before the Federation defeats the undead army and annihilates the Rhine Army, Kashmir... no, his own authority will come to an end first.

The reason is simple - time is not on his side!

What does it mean to flatten Matthew Collar and push across such a big city as Port Narasi within 36 hours?

It means that before the coalition army intercepts the undead army and the Storm Church Tribunal is in place, the undead army can at least flatten half of Kashmir!

The vast land that King Basaro is proud of and the strategic depth that can cause headaches for most invaders are meaningless in front of the unstoppable army of undead that come and go like crazy!

Even if the undead of Tarantan are driven away and Rhine's human army is wiped out, the face of the Kashmir royal family and the authority of His Majesty the King are destined to be trampled into mud!

The bloodshot King Basaro's bloodshot eyes raised a murderous rage.

It is not the style of King Basaro to watch a large group of cockroaches wreaking havoc in his home!

Soon, the airship carrying eight Kashmir court mages took off from the capital.

Goal - Innatrix!

The army of undead ruined his territory and city, and King Basaro is going to ruin the territory and city of Inadoli!

A few hours later, the airship with a speed of 100KM sailed out of Kashmir, crossed the Principality of Lionel, and entered the eastern part of Otis Territory.

Otis leads the mountains in the east, and the militiamen, who work in groups of three and watch the radio and read magazines boredly on the top of the hill, hear the warning sound of "beep... beep..." in their ears.

"Um?!"

The three militiamen bounced up at the same time as if they had been poked in the butt by a needle, and ran to the weird instrument in charge of their team, held their breath, opened their eyes wide, and carefully checked the monitoring screen displayed on the tablet computer fixed on the shelf next to the instrument ...

This khaki, compact instrument, which can be operated correctly by militiamen with simple training, is a civilian portable ground surveillance radar.

Non-contact remote sensing monitoring requires no installation facilities; based on active microwave technology, it is not affected by rain, snow, fog, harsh weather and day and night light; the monitoring distance is up to six kilometers, and it can monitor in all directions at 360°.

The total weight is about 15 kg, and the power consumption of the whole machine does not exceed 50W (power consumption is 0.05 degrees per hour, and it can support operation with a solar panel), which is easy to carry and can be used in any terrain environment.

This civilian radar is usually used in water conservancy, geology, road protection, and mines on the earth plane. It is used to monitor airships & spellcasters & flying mounts with flying altitudes below 5000 meters and speeds below 100KM. The effect must be strong .

Due to various reasons, the militiamen who failed to enter the People's Army smoothly, unable to participate in combat missions, and could only stay behind for many days finally waited for the target, and each of them even breathed heavily... hurriedly used the radio to send an unknown message to the rear Flying object coordinate point.

Several militia teams squatting in the east to undertake early warning tasks sent telegrams to the rear one after another.

Four or ten minutes later, the airship flying from the direction of the Federation entered the sky above Moses Port, and several anti-aircraft fire-fighting guns also aimed at this slow-flying aerial target that was not protected by any anti-radar measures...

The bloody revenge that King Basaro attempted to take, and the airship over Port Moses exploded into unromantic fireworks in the sky at the same time.

At the same moment...Yang Qiu, who went to the front line in person, flew over the eastern part of Kashmir ahead of the ground troops.

Taking out the map and comparing the terrain, Yang Qiu turned in the air and flew towards Kashmir's most prosperous eastern territory.

Landing near a city whose name he had only heard, Yang Qiu checked the location of the army of players, and walked towards the suburban cemetery in no hurry to meet up with the Erha.

The funeral "culture" in this world is not prosperous. Most of the cemeteries will be abandoned or "renovated" after being used for one or two hundred years. , The bones of the dead were buried in a centralized manner, replaced with a new layer of soil, and sold as a cemetery again.

Yang Qiu walked around the suburban cemetery a few times, but couldn't find a tombstone that met his expectations, so he sighed faintly.

"Well... Anyway, it's just a mind, so there's no need to stick to the form."

Yang Qiu found an open space in the cemetery, took out the box containing the baby wooden carving, and put it on the ground.

After standing quietly for a while, he put away the wooden box again and walked towards the city.

St. Kanega, the most prosperous, oldest and most culturally-precipitated ancient city in eastern Kashmir.

The history of this city can be traced back to the time before the last battle of the gods, when the Church of Storms was only a local sect - at that time, the behemoth Norsk Federation did not exist in the eastern part of the Nabalon continent, and the Kingdom of Kashmir and Leon The Principality of Nell still belongs to the diocese of another righteous god.

The city of Santa Canega, which has undergone many repairs, reconstructions and expansions, still retains a few traces of the righteous gods of the previous generation... In some blocks inhabited by civilians in the city, on the stone pavement paved on the streets, one or two inscriptions can occasionally be seen The polished stone slabs of the temple from the era of the former Zhengshen.

Yang Qiu walked around the city for more than half an hour, walked through an old stone street, and came to a big house with some history.

There are still people living in this big house, but the surname on the house number is very strange.

Yang Qiu stood in front of the big house for a while, and a vigilant servant came out of the yard, looked at the stranger who looked like a gentleman in formal attire under the cloak, and his expression softened a little. He said politely, "Sir, who are you looking for?"

"I heard that a famous sculptor used to live here?" Yang Qiu smiled apologetically.

"Ah, you mean Mrs. Marion." The servant seemed to have encountered such a strange visitor for the first time, and said politely, "Yes sir, this is indeed Mrs. Marion's former residence, but after Mrs. Marion's death It didn't take long for their family to sell the house. It was a long time ago. If you are interested in Mrs. Marion's descendants, you can go to the second stone lane on South Street. It is said that No. 103 The owner of the antique shop is a descendant of Mrs. Marion, and occasionally you can see Mrs. Marion's work there for sale."

Yang Qiu thanked the manservant of this family, and followed the path pointed by the manservant to find the antique shop run by the so-called "descendant of Mrs. Marion".

With Yang Qiu's eyesight, it is easy to see that the goods on the shelves of this antique store are all fakes, and the workmanship is even worse than the "industrial defective products" on the earth plane.

When the shop owner heard about Yang Qiu's intentions, he patted his chest with great confidence to ensure that their family was indeed the descendant of the famous sculptor.

Yang Qiu sized up the shopkeeper, who had thick joints in his hands and feet (he had engaged in long-term physical labor), and there were still traces of fake oil in his fingers (he had no conditions to maintain personal hygiene), and ignored the attempt to sell him the "authentic works of Mrs. Marion" The man left with a calm face.

Mrs. Marion's only daughter did not survive, and the so-called "offspring" were nothing but her husband's relatives.

In the past 200 years, the life of this family has obviously not been much easier. It has been reduced to the point where it sells fake goods in remote alleys under the name of Mrs. Marion to make a living.

Yang Qiu shook his head amusedly, and walked out of the city.

The city of Santa Canega was not on the attack route of the undead army, and he did not intend to interfere with the attack plan for personal reasons - the serious purpose of this "armed trip" was to pack and take away the [-] elite coalition troops.

After leaving the city and looking for a secluded place, Yang Qiu was about to soar into the sky when he suddenly sensed a vaguely familiar aura moving nearby.

"--It's you?"

Approaching the location of the breath, after a while, Yang Qiu saw a seemingly ordinary and inconspicuous small mill.

In the mill, Yang Qiu saw an unexpected acquaintance.

Ms. Gloria, who was ready to fight after sensing the approach of a powerful spiritual field, was also surprised: "Yang? Why are you here?"

"This is what I want to say, ma'am, when did you leave Rhine?" Yang Qiu said with a smile.

Ms. Gloria, the wind mage who left a refreshing impression on Yang Qiu during the brief contact, seemed a little hesitant...

"Ah—wait a minute, you are from Norsk." Without waiting for Master Laifeng's answer, Yang Qiu figured out something by himself, "The spellcaster of the Federation went to a small country like the Rhine to be a court Mage... well, you're a 'rebel'?"

Master Feng was speechless: "You, a person who is aggressively attacking the Federation, but you say I am a rebel, don't you feel something is wrong?"

"Okay, okay, I used the wrong words." Yang Qiu admitted his mistake with a smile, and the eyes of this wind mage suddenly became enthusiastic...

A strong fortress cannot be toppled by external force alone. With the size of the Norsk Federation and the background of the Church of the Storm, Yang Qiu is not arrogant enough to think that he can take down his opponent with a horizontal push of the undead army.

Weakening the strength of the Federation, leaving a series of footprints on the Federation's face, so that the Federation & the Church have been hanging up and beating... Cough, it is feasible to let the "counter-insurgency" forces have a chance to stand out and cooperate with the outside world to disintegrate the Federation.

After beating the Grand Duke Lionel, the Matthews, and the lord of Narasi Port, it seemed that he only signed a truce agreement and let it go lightly. In fact, the authority of the rulers of these areas has been trampled to scum... After the undead army left , It would be strange if the "local armed forces" with ideas didn't take the opportunity to take the lead.

The undead regime doesn't have the energy or the manpower to fight the security war with the Federation, so it simply creates opportunities for those who have the energy and manpower to fight - a perfect win-win situation.

Gloria, who has been a court mage in the Rhine King for many years, quietly ran back to Kashmir without denying her status as a "rebel". If she was just going home to visit relatives—well, the wind mage himself probably wouldn't Such a dishonest excuse.

Gloria couldn't laugh at Yang Qiu's straightforward "I understand" attitude, and simply opened up: "Well, I am indeed a Kashmiri, a member of the 'Gallows'."

"Oh—so that's the case." Yang Qiu's eyes showed admiration.

The "Gallows" is one of the longest-lived resistance organizations in the eastern region. Yang Qiu was already active in the forefront of fighting the Church of Storms before his death with the Church of the Lieyang.

Given that Ms. Gloria is "only" over 100 years old, it is obvious that she is probably a spellcaster trained by the resistance organization "Gallows".

"My companions are following your human army. According to our guess, your undead army should be heading towards the coalition army... That's why I appeared in Santa Canega." Gloria said straightforwardly.

"Understood, you plan to take this city while my undead are fighting against the coalition army and the royal family of Kashmir has no time for him." Yang Qiu nodded with a smile.

"What about you?" Gloria knew that it was difficult for her to see through the thoughts of an old fox like Yang, so she simply said directly, "Does your presence in Santa Canega mean that our judgment is wrong?"

"No, your companion did not make a mistake, San Canega is indeed not on our attack route." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "But if you can tell me the reason why the 'Gallows' chose San Canega as a military adventure target , then maybe my undead will be happy to help your organization."

Ms. Gloria couldn't laugh again...

However, she really couldn't refute this statement - attacking a big city like Santa Canega may be just a happy carnival for the undead army, but it is really a very risky military operation for the "Gallows" adventure.

In any case, Yang's proposal was indeed very attractive to Ms. Gloria. Having witnessed the army of the undead capture Creek City with her own eyes, it was difficult for her to be indifferent to the "assistance" provided by the undead.

"If you want to know the reason, come with me." After a little calculation, Gloria waved her hand readily.

Telling the companions in the small mill who pretended to be mill workers to continue to hide, Gloria, who was dressed in traditional Kashmiri women's clothing and wrapped her hair in a sunscreen turban, led Yang Qiu, who had just come out of the city, back to St. Canega .

At the gate of the west city, Gloria did not enter the city, but led Yang Qiu south along the city wall.

On the way, Yang Qiu found that there were many passers-by and horses and horses "traveling together", and almost all of these "travelers" were men... Suddenly he had a bad feeling.

After walking for more than half an hour, a shantytown with a scale similar to the slums outside the city of Dutata appeared in front of Yang Qiu.

It is said to be highly similar... because this shantytown is fundamentally different from the slums in Du Tata City.

Across the muddy road and small square that were flattened by people and wheels, Yang Qiu's expression changed suddenly as he looked at the special shack area in the distance.

Just standing outside and looking into the distance, you can see... In the shanty town where there is a lot of traffic and an endless stream of "visitors", there are figures of children swaying in those narrow and deep alleys.

Gloria knew that the undead regime had the habit of sweeping up the red-light district wherever it went. She was fully confident that she could get the help of the undead from Yang, and said coldly: "The Church of the Storm has a strict and 'conservative' Doctrine and rules, which stipulate in detail what people can and cannot do. Those who violate the rules are regarded as 'unclean'. Families who believe in the Storm Church have the right to expel 'unclean' family members from the house. Or admonitions not to die, with impunity."

After a pause, Gloria gritted her teeth and said, "You know, Yang, the Church of Storms has a very broad definition of 'unclean', especially for women. Unfortunately losing virginity, engaging in things that the church does not allow women to do Working against the will of a father or husband can be accused of being 'unclean' and considered a sinner."

"Once someone is accused of being 'unclean', whether it is a young child or an innocent woman who has been trafficked, they can only live in the 'isolation area' designated by the church. It is not allowed to leave the isolation area, and it is not allowed Cultivating the land, not allowing 'pure' believers...but allowing 'pure' believers to come to the quarantine area to touch them, just pay."

"Don't you want to ask me why 'Gallows' still wants to bring down San Canega knowing it's a risk? That's why."

Gloria raised her finger to the magic cave, and said angrily: "This is the largest inflow of kidnapped, missing, and abandoned children in Kashmir, but it is also a legal 'unclean isolation area'-this sounds ironic, but That's what happened."

"The eldest daughter that Feng Xinmin hates the most, if she is just drowned... If the parents sell her here for a few small money, then it will be hell!"

To Gloria's surprise, Yang, who looked obviously unhappy, did not respond to her indignation.

The black mage frowned and stared at the shed area for a moment, and when his eyes fell on her, it was not as warm as when they first met unexpectedly in the mill.

"I have some understanding of the resistance organizations operating in the Norsk Federation." The legendary black magician said calmly, "If I remember correctly, 'Gallows 'This organization has never put out any slogans calling for fairness for the common people and opposing the canons of the storm."

As a lady, Gloria brought Yang Qiu to this place and made a generous speech in line with the style of the undead regime, which is not enough to impress Yang Qiu... On the contrary, it may make Yang Qiu think that it represents " "Gallows" Wind Master is just playing to his liking, opportunistic, and lowering Yang Qiu's evaluation of this resistance organization.

The history on the earth has repeatedly proved that it is the butt that determines the head, not the so-called positions such as gender, ethnicity, skin color, and place of birth!

Women in power will definitely fight for the interests of women groups?Don't talk nonsense, Mengla also allows child marriage and legally generates income by selling o!

When Xi Oli came to power, wouldn't he play identity politics like the old man and cut the American society deeply vertically?The American people will laugh and cry!

Hearing Yang Qiu's doubts, Gloria, who felt a little uneasy, felt relieved.

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