Crimson Servant

When John and Carl reached the next town, they changed the carriage into two fast horses, took some necessary supplies, and continued heading east. They traveled eastward for two weeks, reaching an inaccessible wilderness where there were only lush mountains and the guiding Gnadar River divided into countless streams in this depression.

The two move against the map. At night, John can observe the direction of the stars and identify the direction. This skill comes from the dark elf Francis. It seems that every dark elf who abandons the goddess Rose will have a certain degree of obsession with the stars.

The map supported by Evelin played a great role. This detailed map accurately outlined the terrain outside the city's federal territory, preventing the two of Carl from getting lost in the narrow gaps between political boundaries.

By noon on the 15th day, the terrain in front of Carl suddenly became clear. The terrain was sinking, and the nearby water became turbulent and rapid. It was running with majestic momentum. They reined in the reins and saw a waterfall rushing down. And in the distance, beneath the jagged ridges, is a forest glowing with rainbow colors under the midday sun.

They guessed they had arrived, Grenada Fjords, the Pearly Sanctuary.

"Look, there's smoke there!" Karl pointed to a place where black smoke was rising. The young paladin had already experienced surviving in the wild. He couldn't wait to bid farewell to a world with only two people. He pinched his waist and abdomen hard, and his body He got off his horse and turned into a phantom and rushed out.

John hesitated for a moment and followed Carl.

"Be careful, Carl, that's not smoke, it's not that big!"

John is right.

Chaotic footprints stained with ashes were everywhere, charred bodies were burning on the piles of burning racks, and houses were burned to black coals and collapsed after being swallowed up by the flames. Heavy firelight illuminated the bleeding corpses, and one or two disgraced villagers, their voices hoarse from crying, were sobbing and pulling the bodies of their relatives from the dust pile.

Karl looked at everything in front of him in disbelief. He looked at the flames reaching into the sky, and the burning village became a terrible nightmare in the heart of the Paladin. He whispered the prayer of the sun softly, using this method to maintain his mind. Drop your weapons and rush into the fire to find possible survivors, help carry corpses, and use lay healing on weakened survivors. Karl's face was so dark that he couldn't help but shed tears at some point.

The paladin noticed a teenage girl, who was sitting on her knees outside the door of a burned-out house, silently looking at the remaining ashes, ignoring others around her.

Karl stretched out his hand towards her, "It's dangerous here, I'll take you away."

The girl looked at the paladin, her originally numb expression suddenly turned frightened, she screamed and fell back, kicking her legs in the direction of Karl. Her fearful expression and panicked movements were like a sharp sword that pierced Karl's heart. The paladin didn't know what he had done to hurt her, and he froze in place.

"Stand back, outsider!" A young voice came from the side. Karl saw a ranger wearing dark green leather armor and holding a bow and arrow broke into the middle of the two people. The young human's eyes were full of alert, and he moved his body to pull the girl away. Protect behind you.

"I, I have no ill intentions..."

There were six people in total, all dressed in Ranger-like outfits, holding scimitars, daggers and other weapons, and surrounded Carl and John.

John took Carl's arm and said to the young ranger: "Nature will not refuse a helping hand, nor will it mistake its enemy." The warlock noticed the wooden talismans hanging on the necks of these people, and realized that these had Talismans of magic come from the hands of spellcasters, rangers who are guardians of the woodland and allies of the druids.

Of course, John didn't expect that a few words would make the Ranger team give up their guard, but he just hoped that these indignant young people would not get emotional and cause unnecessary conflicts.

John's words made the ranger's expression soften slightly, but the dark arrow was still pointing straight at Carl.

"He wears armor similar to those people. These tin men are not good people!"

John raised his eyebrows. It seemed that the Pearl Sanctuary was very angry about modern blacksmithing techniques. This was the first time that Carl's exquisite silver armor was not welcomed. This also explains who the person who destroyed this village is, the knight of Ephesa, and Carl's knight armor belongs to the military style of Ephesa.

The warlock took a step forward. He had noticed the hidden sight before.

"If you noticed what my friend did before, you should realize that he just wanted to help, just like you did." Before Karl arrived, John noticed that there were signs of repairs in the village. This group of rangers may have been helping these refugees from the beginning, but the arrival of the two interrupted their work, causing them to lurk again.

The leading ranger spoke again.

"If it's not to kill, why are you here? Outsiders."

Karl couldn't help but grunt at the unequal treatment.

"Can't outsiders come to help?"

The ranger stared back at Carl without hesitation.

"Good intentions without reason are more terrible than harm."

John looked at the tense opponent and realized that if he didn't explain, the situation would only get worse. John thought of bringing up Nora's name. Nora Sebas was once punished by the Pearl Sanctuary for eternal banishment for making mistakes. I hope this druid's name is still useful here. Anyway, the situation cannot be worse than it is now.

After being mentally prepared, John carefully stared into the young ranger's eyes, watching the slightest change in his pupils, and said, "I'm here for Nora Sebas."

"Nora Sebas."

the ranger repeated, and John noticed his pupils dilated slightly before quickly returning to normal. The name would have been familiar to him, but not to Nora, and if he had known a sinner eternally banished from his own woodland, there was no way he could have responded so slightly. He should be disgusted or disgusted, rather than regaining his composure after a slight fluctuation.

"Who is she to you?"

John quickly thought about the correct answer, his eyes constantly moving on the ranger. Then he saw the wooden talisman around the ranger's neck, and a wonderful peaceful atmosphere enveloped his soul. John unknowingly told the truth.

"She's my family."

The ranger let go of the arrow, nodded to his companions to put down their weapons, stretched out his fingers, and tapped John's forehead with his thumb.

"Welcome home, may the morning dew and streams give you peace."

The rangers no longer guarded the two of them and began to assist the surrounding refugees to relocate. Their actions were too simple and direct, as if they were treating Carl and John as if they were air.

This made the paladin, who had been severely guarded before, even more surprised. He boldly slapped the leading ranger on the shoulder and asked him why he believed in the warlock so quickly.

"Our Holy Land does have an elder druid named Sebas."

"In Pearl Sanctuary, we have our own rules."

"We would never doubt a family member."