Chapter 449: Decisive Battle (Part 1)

Autumn is here, and the forest is very sparse. It was originally a quiet place to shower in late autumn.

Now it is covered with blood everywhere, and a large number of animals are fleeing in a hurry.

The screams of battle, the screams before death, and the sound of weapons collisions spread the breath of death.

It was dawn and the rain stopped, but the wind pillar continued, and the golden light pillar rushed straight into the sky, and it was clearly visible for dozens of miles nearby.

There is a small town in the quiet south of the county. Under the sunlight, the houses, shops, and streets in the town seem to be covered with a layer of golden light, which is very beautiful.

Outside this small town, there is no moat, but there is a border.

This checkpoint was set up by local nobles to make passers-by pay.

I have never encountered any hard problems in normal times, after all, most people cannot fight against the nobles.

On the morning of that day, a team of thirty people quickly ran from the other end of the road, all wearing gray robes and covered in dust.

A noise came from the checkpoint soon.

"Stop! Stop! I suspect you are spies! Stop quickly and let's check it out!" A noble young man jumped to the middle of the road happily and shouted loudly.

"Stop! My lord wants to check if you are spies!" The soldiers on the post also ran out and shouted excitedly.

This is a poor place, not only the remote place, but also after the disaster, the loss is huge.

If you serve in the army here, your salary for a year is not as good as that of other places.

The people in this territory live even more miserable.

Not only do you have to endure exploitation, but you also have to pay heavy taxes to the lord.

This place is very poor and cannot be compared with other places. Therefore, in order to make it better, many people have been taking risks because of this.

Even in this world, being a thief and bandit is not glorious and being chased. No one wants to be a dark professional who flees everywhere.

Moreover, even if many people want to be a regular thief, their qualification requirements are very high, and no one wants to be just like that.

However, it is worth celebrating that the nobles themselves could not stand it. This aristocratic young man was the second son of the local hereditary jazz, so he established this tax check post. Although there were too few pedestrians in the past and their lives were quite hard, there was always some money coming.

It happened today that they were complaining about this matter, and a group of people in gray robes came over. As long as they slaughtered it properly, they could have a year's expense.

They ran out with weapons and stopped in front of those people. Soon, almost everyone's eyes were fixed.

As those people got closer, they finally saw the signs on the clothes of the group.

On those gray robes, there are the signs of the Lord of Glory and the sword.

Although they were not wearing armor, these knights, whether they were handsome or ordinary, had burly and powerful bodies, and had a confident expression on their faces.

Anyone with a little common sense can know that these people are definitely not ordinary knights.

Soon, fear spread, because only one group would use this pattern, and only members of the Knights of the Swords of the Lord of the Glory were qualified to use this pattern.

In this world, the king's army is not necessarily scary, but as a senior member of a powerful church, these glorious lord knights scared the signpost soldiers, offending ordinary officials or nobles, and may become slaves and be convicted.

But if you offend these people representing the Holy See, it would be easier to go to jail and you may be executed directly. Even if you don’t have any sins, as long as the Holy See wants to deal with you, you can place a sin that disrespects the gods and kill you on the spot.

Unless it is a nobleman, the Holy See will be more cautious in order not to make enemies for itself.

But who are these soldiers?

Ordinary civilians, such people, who are from the Holy See, will kill them as soon as they want to kill them and there will be no trouble.

"Sir, what should I do? We are from the Holy See, we are dead." The fear of our subordinates annoyed the noble young man. He kicked the man hard, kicked the person who spoke, and cursed: "We did nothing wrong, we said nothing, get out of here."

Under his anger, no one dared to say more despairing words against his will, but the power of the Holy See made them frightened. The church's knights usually kill all the enemies, and they usually won't end up in a good way when facing them.

The noble young man was also a little anxious, but he also knew that it was too late to escape at this time, so he simply kept calm and asked his subordinates on both sides to retreat to the side, and then gave up the aisle of the checkpoint, hoping that the team of cavalry did not hear their yell just now, just go over and forget about it.

But the problem is that the other party was not very far away from them just now, and their shouts were really big, so it would be impossible not to hear them.

The neighing sound of the horses came soon, and the sound of horse hooves hit the ground, gradually becoming clearer and clearer. The knights came near the checkpoint.

"I'll ask you to come out." A man riding a horse urged the horse and said coldly.

Looking at the somewhat worn-out checkpoint and the group of scared people in front of him, his face was full of contempt and his words were also very rude.

The noble young man quickly came out with a smile and said, "I am, I didn't see clearly just now, please forgive me."

After all, he was still a little confident that it was not legal to stop and collect taxes from civilians, but it was not a serious crime.

He said with a shift in focus. He had always been a little clever and had no choice but to try not to anger the other party.

"We are the knights of the Lord of the Glory. On the order of the church, your territory will contribute one hundred arrows, fifty swords, and fifty shields to me. We will send them to the Forest House in Tetashaw before night. Otherwise, you will never let it go. Have you heard it clearly?" The knight in the head spitted out this passage, and the horse neighed again, with a strong murderous aura in his eyes.

When the aristocratic young men heard the numbers, they immediately felt a bitter face.

There are not many weapons in this batch, nor are there very few. The noble young man simply nodded and said, "Sir, Knight, I must report this to my lord."

Seeing that he was still quite sensible, the knight nodded and turned and left.

When they returned to the team, they muttered a few words, and the team left.

It was not until the group of people left that the sentrymen breathed a sigh of relief. There were a few people who were soaked in their underwear and were scared.

"Sir, did you let them go like that? They were going to rob." After the group of knights had a distance, one of the knights urged the horse to come to the side of several leaders and asked in confusion.

As the Knights of the Lord of Glory, they could see clearly what happened just now and felt very uncomfortable.

The leader of the knight sneered, "When is it now? Where can I still have time to deal with these small things? The leader of the central sect has issued a death order. Before tomorrow morning, if we do not occupy that mysterious area, we will all be severely punished. Compared with the mission, these small things will be the same in the future. What's more, it's just a group of untouchables, so it's important to quickly pack up our weapons. After a few days of fighting, the weapons are seriously insufficient and we need to recruit some."

When he heard this, the knight who had just asked the question nodded to express his understanding.

Dozens of fast horses headed towards another territory and walked quickly.

At the same time, in the edge forest, there was a temporary tent surrounded by cigarettes, which was very comfortable and gorgeous.

The Archbishop of the Central Committee sat on the soft collapse, listening to the news that was constantly reported.

"Have you taken the lead?" The Archbishop of the Central Centre frowned and stood up.

In front of several subordinates, he walked a few steps and looked coldly at the people who were observing the situation: "Now the weapons have been ordered to recruit people below, and new personnel will arrive before noon today. If they are all in place, what chance do you think we have of winning?"

"Your Excellency, we have a great chance of winning." A bishop replied.

"If you capture the mysterious area of ​​the elves before tomorrow morning, how likely will you win?" The Archbishop of the Central Committee asked again.

Hearing this, several bishops looked at me, and I looked at you, and no one spoke.

"Transfer my order, and at all costs, launch a general attack after dinner, and capture the mysterious area before tomorrow morning. If today is past, then even if it is captured, it will be useless. Do you understand?" He looked at the people coldly: "This is a divine metaphor. What is the consequence of violating the divine metaphor? I believe that you who are familiar with the Holy Book will know very clearly!"

These bishops couldn't help but shudder as they looked at him: "I understand."

In violation of the metaphor of God, the kingdom of the great glorious lord is waiting for them, and the eternal flame of punishment is also waiting for them. This is a consequence that is countless times more terrifying than death.

Almost at the same time, in the center of the barracks, prayers were being issued in the temporary temple.

One of them prepared for the Paladin Obic, after a simple and hearty meal, his wounds had been closed. The priest completely recovered the wounds at any cost, and even allowed limited drinking.

However, Obic was not interested in drinking, and he lost blood and just wanted to go back to bed to sleep. Obic thought about it and began to pray to the Lord of Glory.

"... May your will be done on the ground!" Obik thought so, and then he thought of his wife, who had green eyes and her skin was browned by the sun.

After the prayer, he felt much more relieved. He lay in bed and had no time to fall asleep.

Before dusk, he can still have the sleep time of ten novels. Although the wound has been healed, it will take some time to recover his physical fitness.

After a moment, a priest came and found that Obic was already asleep. He nodded, and went out again without any disturbance.

"All warriors must sleep. If there is no sleep, use divine techniques to force sleep." A bishop said sternly: "You must carefully check all warriors."

"Yes, Lord Bishop!" All the pastors were also very tired, but there were special treatments at special moments. At this critical moment, the pastor could make a second prayer, that is, to obtain a second magic technique within a day.
Chapter completed!