He closed the door and slowly left the room.

Morin thought about the conversation between Amensoso and him just now. Although Amensoso did not tell him what the matter was specifically, Morin could feel Amensoso's earnest hope and extremely warm hope.

"Tourists, Tourists..." Morin looked at the Tourists around him, and then at Amensoso's room, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Then he shook his head, said nothing, and walked to the side.

Sure enough, the people of Tours seemed to have received some orders and began to move around non-stop, increasing their efforts to go out and collect resources. The scope of collection became wider and wider, and they even went to very far away cities, regardless of the cost.

The Tour people encountered many monsters, infected people and mutants as they moved forward, and many people died. However, after such sacrifice, the Tour people also gained a lot of resources.

Morin also went out frequently. He was a man who had obtained the power of "God" and was extraordinary in himself, so when he showed off a little, he was admired by many Tour people.

"Okay, there is a small wooden house ahead. Let's go take a rest." Mo Lin looked at the wooden house that appeared in front of him. It was not very obvious in the thick snow, but only a vague outline was revealed. He said, "After resting, we will walk for another two days and we will be able to return to the gathering place."

"Okay, Bininana, we'll listen to you!"

The Tours people had no objection; they cheered and strode towards the cabin.

Maureen smiled and followed.

The cabin was built by the Tours people who had been exploring the surrounding area. While they were mapping the nearby area, they also built some places to live and put in some food and charcoal so that later people could use it. Of course, after the later people left, they also had to restore the food and charcoal.

Morin asked the other Tour people to pay attention. After thinking for a while, he left the cabin and began to walk slowly around.

"Huh?" Morin was walking slowly, but suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

There are unusual energy fluctuations in the air.

Several figures rushed out.

A woman, three men, a knight wearing exquisite black armor and holding a big sword, and two wizards shrouded in gold threads.

Maureen was very familiar with that woman. She was none other than Margaret, with whom Maureen had had contact before.

Morin moved and wanted to leave. Although he was familiar with Margaret, he was not yet at the point where he could help Margaret.

But just as Morin moved his body, a thick white ice spike suddenly emerged from his side, enveloped Morin, and exploded violently in the air.

The divine cross on Morin's chest emitted a dim white light, preventing Morin from suffering any harm.

Morin's face turned ugly.

witchcraft.

Someone actually attacked him directly? Very good.

very good.

"Your Highness Margaret, why do you want to escape? You should know your current condition. You were seriously injured before, and you were suddenly attacked by us, which is already adding insult to injury." A middle-aged man with green eyebrows shook his head, and a trace of coldness emanated from his body. It was he who attacked Morin just now, but he obviously didn't pay attention.

In his opinion, what happened just now was just a small matter and insignificant.

"Yes, Your Highness, why do you have to make us work so hard? Wouldn't it be better if you were captured directly by us?" Another wizard chuckled and said, "You are of noble birth. We will not and dare not hurt you. Please rest assured about this."

Margaret spat out a large mouthful of blood with a "wow". She looked at the scene in front of her without saying a word, but her face became very ugly.

"Go ahead." A strong wizard aura emanated from Margaret's body. She seemed to be ready to attack at any time by casting witchcraft spells.

The two wizards looked at each other and saw a hint of mockery in each other's eyes.

"Since Your Highness is determined not to surrender, please forgive our offense." The green-browed wizard said, and wanted to take action.

He was just about to cast a spell when he suddenly saw a figure appear in the void in front of him.

Within that figure, a pair of eyes that were slightly scarlet looked straight over.

What? The wizard only had time to think of this before he felt his whole body stiffen and couldn't move at all.

Not only him, but another wizard next to him also seemed to have turned into a stone statue, unable to move at all.

Morin slowly appeared in mid-air, with a scarlet glow in his eyes that was indescribably strange. This was his innate witchcraft, the Mirror Eyes.

"You are actually courting death, really."

Maureen looked at them and said calmly.

Behind Morin, a large dark purple halo suddenly appeared. The halo spread out, making Morin float in the air as if he were the sun.

And in those purple halos, blurry and thick tentacles shot out one after another, and in just a flash, they rolled up the two wizards in front.

Panic and fear appeared in the eyes of the two wizards. They opened their mouths wide, but no sound came out. Finally, they turned into two corpses and fell to the ground helplessly.

The tentacles slowly disappeared, and the dark purple halo behind Morin also slowly dissipated.

This is the powerful sorcery he obtained from Soth's treasure, the Courage of Fear.

This is a powerful witchcraft, which is considered extremely powerful among the third-level witchcraft. To some extent, it is not much weaker than the fourth-level witchcraft. Morin also spent a lot of effort to successfully analyze this witchcraft.

The courage of fear not only affects the wizard's body, but more importantly, it creates an illusion and deception on the wizard's mind, and creates a powerful crushing force within it, causing the wizard to collapse mentally.

Morin looked down at the bodies of the two wizards on the ground. There was not a single scar on their bodies. They were simply killed by the fear and evil courage that frightened their spirits.

The knight next to him finally reacted. Without thinking, he turned around and wanted to leave. He had just turned around and ran a few steps when he was chopped into several pieces by the large-dimensional slash released by Morin.

The wind was light and the clouds were still, and everything became quiet.

"Mr. Mo...Mr. Molin." Margaret was stunned when she saw the figure that appeared. She was still a little surprised and unbelievable about Molin's appearance. Soon, Margaret reacted. She bowed slightly to Molin and said, "Thank you, Molin, for helping me just now."

"It's nothing, just a little help."

Morin shook his head. He didn't mean to explain more.

After looking at Margaret, Morin moved his body and was about to leave, saying: "Okay, I'll go first. If there is anything later, I can use the witchcraft mark to communicate with you..."

"Mr. Morin!"

Margaret suddenly called out to Maureen. A look of struggle appeared on her face, and she seemed very entangled. However, after that, Margaret finally gritted her teeth and said, "Can you please not leave first? I want to tell you something."

"About the true meaning of level four." Margaret said.

Maureen felt a little strange about how Margaret called him, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly after hearing Margaret's words.

True meaning!

What Margaret said was actually related to the fourth level of truth!

"What's the matter?" Maureen tried to keep his voice calm.

"I can't tell you what it is specifically yet." Margaret hesitated, but she quickly raised her head and looked straight at Maureen, saying, "This is a secret, and even if I tell you, you can't open it."

"I think you know my identity from what those people said just now. Yes, I am the princess of the Holy Thorn Flower Empire, and this news about the fourth level of truth is related to the bloodline of our royal family."

"Mr. Morin, I need your help. If you want to know all the accurate information, please come to the capital of our Holy Thorn Flower Empire after we leave the Mosank World."

Margaret said this, placing her hand on her right chest and bowing to Maureen.

"Okay." After a moment of silence, Morin nodded.

"Thank you very much."

Margaret said this and wanted to turn around and leave.

But Maureen stopped her.

"Wait a minute, take these things." Morin threw over several tubes of very precious healing potions and said, "Take them, and your injuries will heal soon." He didn't want Margaret to die from her serious injuries. After all, she was related to the fourth level of true meaning.

Margaret was stunned. She put away the potions, thanked Maureen, and turned and left.

Morin watched Margaret leave and let out a breath. Then he returned to the cabin and took the other Tour people who had rested away with them to the gathering place of the Tour people.

The people of Tours kept going out to collect resources from many cities buried under the snow. They worked non-stop. Even though many people of Tours died, they did not change the orders of the decision-making department. Morin also went out many times.

Finally, that night, Amensoso gathered all the Tour people together.

"I know that many people are very dissatisfied with me for issuing the order to let everyone go out to find resources, especially when many tribesmen and compatriots died in front of them." Amensoso took a deep breath and said, "You are heartbroken, and I am heartbroken too."

"Really, I'm heartbroken. Really heartbroken."

The firelight was shining, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, and many Tours people gathered under the platform, watching Amensoso speaking on the platform.

Their eyes are bright and contain a lot of emotions.

Confusion, doubt, sadness, speculation... and deep hesitation.

"Our civilization and everything we have were so good, but later it was destroyed." Amensoso took a deep breath and said, "Why have we, the Tour people, come to this point today?"

"It's all because of Stull, it's all because of that damn so-called God!"

"The great catastrophe must have been related to him. Not long ago, the civilization that we, the Tour people, had slowly and finally recovered was destroyed, and even the entire world changed. All of this... was because of Sistu!"

"Find him, we must find him!"

Amensoso roared, "Only by finding Stur can we restore the world to its original state, and allow the civilization of our Tour people to continue to develop. Only then can our children and grandchildren, our descendants, live a better life!"

Many of the Tour people were silent. They thought of what had happened in the past, of that day when the gods appeared and the city of Mars and the entire world seemed to be destroyed. Their eyes suddenly widened.

Yes, that’s right, it is indeed so.

Without Stuhl...

There is no damn god...

"We already know where Stur is, and we know where that damn god is. Now we just lack sufficient resources to prepare." Amensoso took a deep breath and continued, "I asked everyone to go to the city to rob various resources regardless of the danger, just to find Stur later and prepare for what happens next!"

"Let's find Stuul and destroy the core of his body, so that the whole world can return to normal and our Tuul people can develop again!"

Amensoso waved the torch and waved his hand vigorously, saying: "Everything has been arranged. Let's go! For us Tour people!"

"For us Tours!"

"For us Tours people!!"

"Set off!"

"Set off!!"

Countless Tours people's faces turned red, they waved their arms and shouted loudly.

Under the cover of night, the old, young, women and children of the Tour people stayed behind and used the resources they had frantically collected to survive temporarily, while countless Tour youths, with red faces holding torches, followed Amensoso who was striding forward, walking towards the front.

The night was deep and solemn, and the torches of countless Tours people gathered together, like a huge winding fire dragon.

There was a gleam in the eyes of the Tours people, and their gaze was particularly firm.

They were not simply going out, they were going in search of something, something they had lost.

Looking for the future of their people.