As he watched the enemies pour out of the doorway, Clement wondered what kind of hell Loria had opened.

She took a few steps back with a blank face, and raised her clenched fist firmly, and no one could see that she had strenuously opposed the plan at first, and still less that she had a pessimistic expectation of the outcome of the war.

Even if victory is impossible, once she accepts the order, she will challenge the impossibility, even if she ends up dying on the battlefield.

Regardless of how the outside world defines her, she insists that she is an old-school knight and is proud of it—nothing shows the glory of a knight more than giving her life on the battlefield for her lord.

Aside from the unilateral torture of their fellow citizens, the Scarlet Crusaders had not fought against humans for too long, and the changes that had taken place in the monastery had caused a handful of officers to rethink that human armies would always swarm and rely on shields, weapons, and allies to form a uniform offensive and defensive line, and the squad-squad tactics of swarming or distinguishing between the front and rear guards against the undead were not suitable for humans.

Thankfully, those who were familiar with warfare between humans had not yet died, and with a little training, the Crusaders of the monastery had finally mastered a new formation that seemed of little practical value.

Holding shields as large as exaggerated, the front-line warriors narrowed the battle line as much as possible with the help of fortifications, and one by one they erected the huge shields in front of them, and with a strange smile, they inserted the special brackets into the holes that had been dug long ago, so that the rampage fools could taste the iron wall...... Obviously, not so long ago, they were also rampage fools.

Of course, the dozen or so sinners who were pushed down at the front could not stop the influx of the Crusaders of the Hearthvale, and some of them threw down their weapons and tried to escape, but they were immediately shot through the heart by the Overseer crossbowmen hiding behind the shield.

The road to atonement from hanging was obviously not easy, and a few people fled on both sides, but still could not escape from the sanctions of the Overseers...... The rest understood that, even today, they would die no matter what, either by the sword of the enemy or at the hands of their companions, whom they had betrayed.

The remaining dozen or so sinners were instantly overwhelmed by the roaring Crusaders of the Valley of the Hearth, slowing them down somewhat, and the Crusaders of the Abbey showed no mercy, and after the shield guards and spearmen, the crossbowmen and archers desperately wound their bows, pouring arrows down on the heads of the enemy as best they could.

The charge was thwarted, and the unprotected Hearthvale soldiers fell one after another...... Clement retreated to the side of the shield, and the men behind her opened a gap for her to retreat, before she could count the number of enemies she had been shot, fifty or a hundred? The archers did a good job, but there were too many enemies, and they were still pouring out of the doorways under the fortress.

The shield-wielding warrior adjusted his breathing, hunched over his shoulders against his shield, ready for the oncoming onslaught, the archers threw away their bows and drew their swords, concentrating in front of the gravel and wooden fences on either side of the line, ready to meet the enemy who bypassed the front.

It was pitch black, and a small number of torches could not dispel the heavy darkness, and some people looked very excited with red eyes, as if it had been a long time before the roaring sound finally broke out.

……

Loria patted the grinning Ahri and told it to back off, but luckily it stopped just in time to knock the poor old man in front of her into the air along with his steaming pot.

The old man's beard had turned gray under his hood, but his eyes were very sharp, and if it weren't for his shabby clothes and lack of retinue, Loria might have thought of him as Ethanlien - I heard that the chief prosecutor was always dressed in a rich robe, and he was a powerful priest, but he was not in good health, and he did not look very strong like the old man in front of Loria.

"Hello, traveler. ”

Loria raised her hands to show that she was unarmed, and that her appearance was generally deceptive enough that strangers would not be wary of her, but she didn't look like a normal little girl at night riding a huge fox in the night of the plaguelands.

"Hello, little girl. The unassuming old man raised his eyebrows, covered the long sword beside him with a cloth, smiled at Loria, pointed to the small iron pot in front of him, and asked, "Would you like some stew?"

"Of course. Loria pointed to the woods behind her, and let the useless fox whine go a little farther away, or she would have to step on its belly in public!

She sat down opposite the old man, took the small bowl handed by the other party without any scruples, and ate it with her head down...... Seeing her unsuspecting cheerful appearance, the old man laughed gently.

He obviously didn't know that a certain pink-haired vampire had always been afraid of being immune to disease and resisting poison.

"Thank you for your hospitality. Loria quickly swept away the stew, much more delicious than she had expected, and she looked at the steaming little iron pot, and finally made up her mind to get down to business first, "I want to ask you, have you seen a group of crusaders? ”

Hearing Loria's words, the old man suddenly frowned, as if he was worried about something, he restrained the expression on his face, and asked, "I haven't seen them, what about you, little girl, have you seen a child...... A middle-aged knight?"

Middle-aged knights I have gone there more, both men and women, I don't know which one you are looking for, Loria shook her head silently, this old man is probably not from Hearthplace, in the Scarlet Crusaders, running around without a companion is equivalent to defecting.

"If you don't mind, I'm leaving. The old man picked up the long sword covered with cloth, led the old horse that was so frightened by Ahri that he trembled, and left in a hurry, not even caring about the pot.

You might find something out of him...... Thinking so, it took Loria a great deal of determination to get herself up from the side of the stewed meat pot, climb onto the big fox with a grumbling face, Nunu mouthed, and motioned for Ahri to follow the old man.

……

Tyran looked at the crowd of people who surrounded him, searching for familiar faces among them, and fled temporarily, not even a horse with him, and the adventurers on horseback who accompanied him were disgusted that he was walking too slowly.

Sure enough, it was too slow, and he was chased lightly, and those confident adventurers were all turned into soulless corpses at this moment.

Tyran casually rubbed his finger against the hilt of his sword, and suddenly stopped, he saw a familiar face, surprised, then angry, he asked, "Why did you betray me!"

He came to him suddenly, and everyone praised him for his ability as a clerk, and he showed resentment at the depravity of the Crusaders in his words and deeds, and he always said that it was either change or ruin, and that he understood himself so well that he helped him to escape.

"I didn't betray you. Ragnes grinned, "For the sake of that Lord, you must die." ”

The priests and warriors around him burst out laughing, as did Ragnes. (To be continued.) )