“I don’t want to go to church.”

Moya refused the therapist's proposal without thinking about it.

Life sacrifice can indeed cure any disease, and higher-level life sacrifices even master the high-level healing technique of resurrection, which should be able to heal Moya's eyes, but she just doesn't want to have any relationship with the Church of Light.

Light and darkness are originally incompatible. No matter how kind the life sacrifice is, it is impossible to save the dark clan, especially the Dark Night Priest, who is one of his mortal enemies.

I heard that the Emperor of the French had issued a wanted order and offered a reward of 800,000 gold coins.

The bounty hunters with the title of hunter labor union have begun to take action. Recently, the Northern Military Alliance and the Knights of Light, led by the mercenary country Ningal, are heading to the four countries of Linhai to the west. The battle with the Death Territory is imminent, and the number of people in the Light Church in various cities has increased significantly. Isn’t it a problem for me to come to me in such a way?

“But…the longer the delay, the less it will be for treatment.

Li, you know this too. Do you want to live in the dark all your life?" Knowing that Moya would have resistance to the Church of Light, Sistale still suggested that she go and take a look. Anyway, she had already made a disguise and should not be seen through.

"Don't worry, the healing light of the Canaan priest is very effective and will definitely restore your eyes." The therapist thought Moya was worried that he could not recover, so he explained to her. "Although he was young, the priest has a very good heart. Whether you are a homeless person or a dark clan, he will give him help."

Although I didn't see the real appearance, but from these two people's mysterious

With all the actions, the old therapist could already guess that they must be from the Eastern Continent.

"Where is the church of Light in this city?" After thinking about it carefully, Moya decided to explore the realities and the realities first, and it would not be too late to treat them.

"The church, although not in the city, is easy to find.

After leaving the door, you will walk east and go to the central square and look up at the mountainside and you will see it." He pointed out with kindness outside the window and explained carefully, but when the therapist turned around, there were three gold coins on the table, and a man and a woman who were treating the doctor were gone.

Putting three gold coins into your pocket, the therapist remembered that a few people asked him about the address of the Church of Light just now.

Like all the big cities in the ice crystal continent, Plales, as a county and provincial city, is also built along the mountain.

The main city gate is located at the foot of the mountain, the civilian area and the commercial area are built in sequence, and finally the administrative area where the nobles and the city lord live.

Familiar with history, there is a former Paladin on the side. How could Moya not know that the Church of Light located here is the famous Mirata Cathedral.

"The Church of Light is ahead. I feel a very pure and powerful force of light." According to the therapist, I didn't spend much time when I came to the main square and could indeed see the cathedral located on the hillside.

"The largest church in the Frost Land..." Although I had never been here, Sistale had heard rumors about this church when he was a Paladin.

Although the Principality of Juka is a small country, because it was established by the survivors of the former magic kingdom, most of the nobles had certain magic powers. Using this talent, the nobles called "Zameyer" (the man with magic) ruled this small country that lived in the cracks. No matter how nearby countries expanded, the Principality of Juka could always survive the war.

First, it depends on the cathedral located in Plalis, named after the Silver Dragon King Mirata. The three thousand-year-old Church of Mirata is an ancient temple guarded by more than five silver dragons all year round, because the last artifact of the Church of Light, the Dragon Clan Covenant, is stored here.

In order to prevent the undead from attacking again, the previous emperor, who had led the Light Legion to resist the invasion of the undead, stored the last light artifact in Mirata. With the protection of the Silver Dragon Clan, no country dared to make up for this treasure.

The powerful country of Ningal, a country as powerful as a mercenary, did not dare to try. It was precisely because of the reputation of the artifact that although the Principality of Juka was gradually declining, no soldier and soldier dared to invade this city.

"Pralis...the city of frost...if it's its name." In the wind and snow, the whole city was covered with silver. With perception instead of eyes, Moya could feel the shouts of people coming and going on the streets, merchants and hawkers kept shouting, not affected by the bad weather at all.

"Forget it, I'm very tired now, so I'll go tomorrow." Unable to adapt to the cold climate in the north, Moya felt very tired and wanted to rest first. After he was fully nourished, he would go to the rumored Cathedral of Mirata.

It is obvious that the Dark Night Priestess has completely recovered from the loss of using the magical artifact, but some underground forces in the city are not willing to give her a quiet night to rest.

In the middle of the night, when the dark moon rose to the sky again, Plais in the night also opened the mystery of her belonging to the night.

Under the lilac moonlight, several thieves quietly pried open the windows of the innermost room on the third floor of the white hotel.

This is a single room. Apart from the shadows of people vaguely seen on the bed, the thief did not find anything valuable.

"The information is wrong, this is a poor man, there is nothing." After carefully checking the black cloak that was thrown on the table, there was no gain.

One of the thieves picked up the black pocket on the table, and he tried his best to open the knot on it.

"Strange thing, this bag cannot be opened..."

The black pocket was spread all over the thief's hands but it was still tightly woven.

"Huh..." A more savvy thief rode in the faint moonlight and saw a dark red twelve-ray star pattern on his black pocket.

Isn’t this a unique mark for a mage? Is it a mage who lives in this room?

I had a secret thought in my heart, and a wave of air rushed the thieves out of the door and fell all over the corridor. In this moment, another group of people hiding outside the door rushed into the room and threw the weapons in their hands at the wooden bed.

The metal embedded in the wood "dong" sound, after the "dong" sound, the wooden bed in the hotel was filled with axes, spears, flying knives, daggers and other weapons.

"How is it, are you dead?"

The orcs standing outside the door saw that there was no movement in the room and looked at each other and did not dare to go forward to confirm.

"boom!!"

Just as they were still hesitating, a fireball larger than an ordinary fireball shot out from the dark corner, shaking the wooden door and the orc standing outside the door down the patio.

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