Tallinn Town is a day and a half walk from Tap Town.

Cyril stood in front of the town with a large size and even a wall of protection. He vaguely felt that it looked familiar. But he searched it in his memory, but he did not find any information about this place.

After all, when players really participated in the war in the northern border, the undead had occupied one-third of the land in the northern border of La Rochelle. Although some towns were transformed into the undead's garrison, that was only a few, and most of the places were directly abandoned or even completely destroyed.

Therefore, the map of Northern Xinjiang obtained by players is incomplete. Even though Cyril went to the La Rochelle National Library to find a complete map of Northern Xinjiang, he could not check the location after following the map.

He turned around and looked at the girl who was carrying only a small bag in his hand. The latter was wrapped in a scarf, revealing only half of his face, pale and dazed in a dim mood.

"Have you been here?" Cyrill put the big bag on his body on the ground. The advantage of upgrading was that the feeling of weakness of excessive blood loss had been wiped out. If he directly invested his level in the profession of the knight, his physical fitness could be improved by a higher level - after all, attributes such as agility still exist, but they no longer appeared in front of his eyes in a numerical way.

"Come, twice." Caroline's voice was muffled, her perky nose was thrusting, "I came in my father's carriage. The pine wood in Tallinn town is the best in several nearby towns."

“Pine?”

"There is a large pine forest next to Tallinn Town. It is said that it can also produce black pine hearts that can be used for enchantment, but my father has never encountered it." Caroline said, suddenly pulling down her scarf and then sneezed heavily.

Cyril frowned slightly, and quickly reached out to Caroline's forehead and then sighed.

Hot.

Even though Caroline had sufficient measures to protect against the cold, the girl was still sick after two days of wind and snow. It was not that Cyril wanted to rush in such bad weather, but the subsequent undead would not know when they would enter Tapu Town, so he had to make such a decision.

The only thing that can be thankful is that the offensive route of the undead did not go south like they did, but pulled out the villages and towns along the northern border of La Rochelle one by one. If everything was the same as what he knew about the game, then the itinerary he had decided to go south would not be disturbed by the undead.

But even so, Caroline's fever is a very troublesome thing. It not only slows down the itinerary, but the key is that in the game [The Road of Huiyao], the priests are all used to treat diseases and injuries. In a small town like the one in northern Xinjiang, it is almost impossible to have a church and a corresponding priest...

Where there is definitely a priest, the first stop in his plan: the Tower of North Wind - it will take at least three days to get there.

"Go to the town first." Cyril gritted his teeth, and at this time he could only take one step at a time. He threw the bag on his back with one hand, and held the girl's weak little hand with the other hand, and walked into Tallinn Town.

The road was covered with fresh snow, and there was no trace of anyone trampling. Every household in Tallin Town had a door closed, quietly like the dawn after a celebration.

But Cyril did not like such quietness. With his years of experience as a wanderer, abnormal environments often represent danger, especially in such a rural town, which seems even more weird.

He thought, suddenly stopped, pulled Caroline behind him with his hand, and then his hand hidden under his robe held the hilt of the sword at his waist-

Not far away in front of him was an old man in a black and gray robe and hunched back. He was sweeping the snow on the road, but behind him was a small and simple church.

"External."

The old man's hoarse voice came first. He stood up slightly, his eyes stayed on Cyril for a moment, then moved to Caroline on the side. He put the broom aside and turned around to open the door of the yard: "May the starlight shine on you. Do you want to pray to Lord Danya?"

Cyril frowned slightly. This unexpected church suddenly made him have some clues. There is indeed a task in northern Xinjiang that is related to the church, and Cyril has also participated in...

He looked at the old man's somewhat gloomy expression, and when he walked forward, he had already changed his face to smile, and said, "May the starlight shine on you, my sister has encountered some trouble, if possible..."

Before he could finish speaking, a smile suddenly appeared on the old man's face: "Of course, Lord Danya will treat everyone equally. I think you must be exhausted, come to me first to take a rest."

He said hurriedly, and welcomed Cyril into the yard. The yard was full of debris. A large piece of wooden vase fell from the church's wooden door. It looked awkward, and the exterior wall skin was also mottled. Cyril approached the door, and the metal badges hanging beside the door were covered with dust, without any sign of cleaning.

He reached out and touched the metal badge gently, wiped off some gray, and then he saw clearly that the style of the badge was a drop of water hanging on the hexagram magic circle.

The old man looked at Cyril's procrastination outside the door, and was a little impatient, urging: "What are you waiting for? Why don't you come in quickly?"

Cyril looked up at the old man, and the other person's face was full of anxiety and desire, like a spider who watched mosquitoes spin around the spider web but did not bump into it...

The acting skills are too clumsy, and even without acting skills. Cyril couldn't help but sigh in his heart. If allowed, he even wanted to recite "Actor's Self-cultivation" to the old man - at least when you play a devout pastor, you should at least wipe the badges of the religion you believe in, right?

He took Caroline's hand and patted Caroline, signaling the girl to stay where she was, and then quickly caught up with the old man walking towards the church.

"Mr. Pastor, life is not very good."

"As long as Lord Tris... I mean that Lord Danya's glory can shine on everything, and our hard work is worth it." The old man turned around, with a soft smile on his face, but his eyes were as bright as a flame burning in it, staring straight at Caroline who was shivering at the door: "Where is that girl, why don't she let her in..."

Before he could finish his voice, his pupils suddenly contracted, and then he opened his mouth and a mouthful of black blood spurted out, landing on Cyril's thick clothes.

Cyril's eyes were cold, and he twisted the broken sword that had just passed through Caroline and was now stuck in the old man's stomach, and then he pulled it out with force.

Watching the old man staggering back while covering his stomach and hitting the ragged long table, Cyrill wiped the broken sword against his thick clothes.

"It's better to use the short sword, and the knight's sword can't be pulled out."
Chapter completed!