Six cloaked figures stood on the hill where grew a large tree. Three golden words “Greatness”, “Handsomeness”, “Smartness” were embroidered on their green cloaks that were made from the finest fabric. Each person wore powerful amulets and expensive rings. They were members of the famous team “Yuri-Alfa”. A fist of Inquisition!

Some time ago they were given a new mission. Find and punish a thief who had stolen the artifact from the Divine Temple.

On the dirty road the team came across with the tired monks who chased that thief from the temple to no avail. They spoke and the inquisitors learned new information about their target. The thief was a young man.

“Who looks innocent but he is not,” described him one of the monks.

Our target is a cunning person with an acting talent, the inquisitors concluded.

They ordered the monks to go back in the temple. Alba, a team's bloodhound, found their target's scent. That's how the team “Yuri-Alfa” found this hill.

“What's wrong, Alba?” the captain – a middle aged man – asked.

The woman uncloaked her head. It was a female demihuman. A beautiful dog girl.

“Woof! It seems not only we are looking for the thief, woof! I can smell a scent of the strong follower of the greatest blasphemer here, woof!”

“That's interesting. We need to inform His Handsomeness and His Smartness.”

“Woof! I'm agree, woof!”

“Where did go our target?”

“In the jungle, woof! But I have found a new scent, woof! It's stronger, woof! It's fresher, woof! This scent leads to the city, woof! Additionally, I have found a scent of one of the dryads, woof!”

“Dryads? That's also interesting. Okay, we have to find and punish out target first. The thief is our primal goal.”

The captain gave a hand signal and the team ran toward the city. Soon they reached their destination.

“The thief had passed through the gate!” Alba said. “The target is in the city.”

“Good! We will give an order to the city guards to close all gates! He will not leave this city!”

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Meanwhile, in the city

A mob moved to the bazaar, killing demihumans and looting shops on the way. Patrols of guards hurried to leave the streets. No one organized the city guards or gave any orders to them. Hence, no one could stop this mob now.

“Kill filthy mutants!”

“Kill the believers of the greatest blasphemer!”

“Kill filthy mutants!”

“Kill the believers of the greatest blasphemer!”

“Kill filthy mutants!”

“Kill the believers of the greatest blasphemer!”

“Kill filthy mutants!”

“Kill the believers of the greatest blasphemer!”

Only an experienced person could see that someone orchestrated this mob. Some people shouted slogans, another supported them, and a mob – as a good puppy – moved where its master wished.

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Meanwhile, somewhere in the jungle

The former captain of “Holy Sword” stood in front of the cat girl and her three warriors.

“Long time no see, Niao,” he raised his sword, standing in the defense pisition.

“Meow, indeed old enemy, meow! Long time, meow!” she gave a hand signal and the armed pig-men dashed forward.

The former captain of “Holy Sword” parried their attacks easily and injured one of them.

The wounded pig-man grunted angrily and hid behind his comrades backs.

In the next moment a magical flame arrow propelled towards the old man. The monk ducked and stood in a defense position.

“Meow, you are old but still a good warrior, meow!” Niao commented.

“You are older than me, witch,” the monk laughed. “Tell me how many people you have sacrificed to your evil deity to get so many years of life?!”

“Meow, lots, old enemy! You could do the same, meow! You could live centuries, meow! You could be Murnir, meow! But enough speaking, old enemy, meow!”

“I would never sacrifice human lives to the greatest blasphemer! But you are right! Enough speaking!”

The pig-men attacked again.

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The great spirits watch this battle with interest. Later they started to whisper whose side must be a winner.

[A follower of Great, Handsome, and Smart natus_vincat!]

[The followers of evil deity Vahrun!]