Miriel and the two elves inquired for a long time before confirming that the Knights of Radiance had let the Pope, the God of Magic, take over.
The blood-stained letter sent by the peregrine falcon was almost a letter of despair.
The two knights happily let them read the contents of the letter, but neither Miriel nor the elf could only comfort them but could not say anything else.
The knights were very candid and made their stupidity clear.
They all know about the fact that Gernes' world will allows the Radiant Knights to meet this leader from another world, a demigod-level knight king.
But at that time, Miriel and the others still had lingering worries, so they did not plan to come forward themselves, and just let the Radiant Knights handle it on their own.
Unexpectedly, the current leader of the Knights of Radiance first discovered the spies of the Magic Kingdom when he did not do anything to the visitors from another world.
Or a human being transformed into a horse.
The elves were frightened at the time and wrote directly back to the Forest of Green Leaves, asking their companions to carefully search for animals in the forest.
Although elves are more sensitive and can easily detect whether there is a problem with an animal's soul, it is impossible for them to look at every animal in the forest.
And they also have cubs running around! What if they are deceived by some devil-turned-animal!
The elves were busy contacting their relatives, and Myriel felt that they wanted to avoid the responsibility of comforting the knights.
Because elves live long, they speak very directly. They are no longer too lazy to think about the art of speaking.
Even if their words are as beautiful as singing, they can't cover up the hurtfulness of the truth.
Especially the content of this letter.
King William from another world has long warned these knights of the Radiant Knights not to tell any ordinary people, no matter how close they are to them.
Is it difficult for the devil to get ordinary people to tell the truth?
Moreover, we all know that the devil can use the magic of transformation to turn people into horses! Don't these knights wonder if they will turn into pets such as cats and dogs?
Moreover, Miriel could see from the captain's letter that some of their knights were very serious about telling their families because they did not want to violate their beliefs.
Their families are their eternal backing and the existence they believe in most.
If they don't say it, doesn't it mean that they also have doubts about their family members?
Of course, they can be stubborn, and reality can also retaliate against this stubbornness.
The final result was that before they even started interrogating the suspected elders, they came directly to kill them.
The Knights of Radiance instantly fell into the most chaotic situation. No one knew how many enemies there were. They would hold back as soon as they saw people, but when people saw them, their first reaction would be to kill them.
Although evil prevailed over good in the end, after all, most of the high-level beings of the Knights themselves are still their own people.
But the low-level knights and ordinary people suffered heavy casualties, and the relatives they once missed could no longer even say whether they cared about their trust.
No matter how sad and sad the two respectable demigod-level knights were, Miriel felt that after reading the letter, he was filled with only curse words that he could not utter.
He knew that the Sun God of his world was always very well-behaved, but his subordinates were definitely not so stupid!
Thinking about the holy knights in the Temple of the Sun, who have always been considered to be as stubborn as stone, Miriel felt a little lucky. Fortunately, they were not such a mess.
No matter how inhumane they were towards things related to devils and demons, Miriel felt that he could understand the meticulousness of those holy warriors.
Although he felt that no one with a little bit of intelligence would be so stupid, he still had to let the Alliance army read this story after he returned.
His companions had been silent during this time, and Miriel and the two elves could only watch them fall into endless pain.
For these naive and stupid knights, I really can't scold them. After all, they really suffered heavy losses fighting against evil, but Miriel can't really sympathize with them.
This can only be regarded as a price for maturity, but for the person involved, this price is too cruel.
The day his knight friends finally turned their grief into hatred, Miriel knew that they could not go back.
If he had organized this team in the beginning and the others followed him to fight, then now they have to fight to prevent their companions from going to extremes because of guilt.
Even if the king of the other world could defeat Mephistopheles and destroy the pseudo-magic net, Miriel could not just pat his ass and leave.
His knight friend would probably rather die on the battlefield fighting the devil king.
Although they believed that the elves and bards did not need to join this war, it was their war of revenge, and the world no longer needed them to fight to the death.
But neither Miriel nor the Elven Warriors could abandon their comrades.
Along the way, they had not encountered demons and demons. The two knights had always stood loyally and reliably at the front, blocking all harm for them.
The elf priest's healing magic was all used on the two of them.
As a result, when the two knights knelt down to pray and vowed to kill the God of Magic and his Pope, they were probably too sincere and actually summoned the world will of Gerns.
When Miriel thought of this, the tune of his war song almost broke out.
He never dreamed that his arrival would be discovered by the will of Gerns World because of such nonsense!
Fortunately, this is the will of the world who dares to let other worlds send hundreds of millions of troops, and even allows them to spread their faith.
I just gave him a few words to confirm that he was on the good side and said nothing more.
Then! They have to deal with Mephistopheles and his Pope, and they actually have to ask a guy who is not even a god!
If that person disagrees, the will of the world of Genns will not allow them to anger His Majesty King William.
After finally getting William's consent, he was very moved and said that the King who is about to become a god is really a good person!
It's just different from a sneaky guy like Miriel.
Miriel strummed the lute in his hand vigorously. Fortunately, the events of this world cannot be transmitted back!
And Mephistopheles knows nothing. Besides, this devil king doesn't even have friends with the evil gods. He has no one to communicate with, so it's meaningless to know anything.
However, Miriel also knew that they had taken a big advantage this time.
Mephistopheles' pseudo-magic web has probably completely degraded by now.
The power he is using now is still the devil's own, and the magic net can no longer provide him with any help.
Miriel glanced at the hills outside the ice wall. His Majesty the King's small palace remained motionless, seemingly not caring that they had taken away the honor of fighting against the Devil King.
He had obviously used the artifact and consumed a huge amount of divine power, but he gave up the highest honor without caring. Miriel could not help but admire this king who had a kingly demeanor.
The king whom he admired was yawning with his chin raised: "How long are they going to fight? Mephistopheles is so boring, he actually fights with them in a rigid manner.
I don't think it's interesting to him anymore.
Then either leave or blow yourself up!
Devils shouldn't be as boring as devils, looking for the pleasure of fighting, right?"
He really doesn't care about honor or disgrace.
In William's opinion, the biggest danger in fighting Mephistopheles is not whether he will fail, but that if he wins, the devil will really explode.
His life was very precious, and he had no interest in betting on his longevity with the devil's clone.
William has no interest in doing things that cannot even be done by exchanging one for another.
As for what Miriel thought about the honor of fighting against the Devil King, William probably only thought that he was sick.
He has saved this world, is there still something missing?
If there was no one to help and he had to fight on his own, William would not dare to do it. But since someone volunteered, he had no intention of looking for trouble on his own.
"I don't know much about the devil." Hill answered him gently, "Maybe he finds it interesting? He seems to want to kill the god's clone."
"Tsk." William said boredly, "The undead are almost lying on the ice wall, they just like to watch the fun? What's so interesting about this old-fashioned battle between a team of heroes and a big devil?
The knights are all badly written.
It's better to look around quickly for any demons or evil mages who have escaped."
Hill didn't say a word. Of course the undead didn't care to watch the excitement. To them, this was probably just a formality, and the battle would be over after the battle.
It's not that William himself doesn't know what's going on, he's just bored.
And William is quite satisfied with this situation, Hill can feel it.
This is indeed more in line with the cutscene of a game.
It's just that it's been a little long, what on earth is Mephistopheles delaying?
"Does Mephistopheles think that Shar is here too? He is worried that even if he defeats Miriel, he will be hacked to death by a wheel blade flying from the sky." William suddenly asked to himself, "
If Miriel contacts Mystra through the magic network, Shar may indeed know the news.
Compared to Mystra, Shar hates people who dare to reach out to her shadow network, and she definitely doesn't care about the devil king.
Hill, you have good eyesight, pay more attention over there! Is there a group of dark tendrils on the edge of the sky?"
Spencer turned his head and took a look, and quickly cut the giant screen to the live broadcast room of an undead who was very brave and flew on top of the ice wall to take pictures of the battlefield over there.
Of course, the undead would watch so obediently because anyone who flew to the battlefield out of curiosity had already fallen asleep.
All the undead who sought death in the past were given a buff: they entered the battlefield between gods and devil monarchs, were seriously injured, and could not be resurrected for 6 hours.
The undead have already seen the sharing of the unlucky ghosts who died on the forum, but currently no one dares to go there and experience the joy of automatically being offline.
This chapter has been completed!