Emotionally speaking, he felt sympathy and helplessness for the Sand family's plight, and he did have a heart to help. But from a standpoint, he is a knight of the Church, and it is his duty to preach the Church, and it is his creed to maintain the majesty of the Church.

Difficult choices.

But...... Does it make any sense?

Heller took a deep breath, "Leah, does my opinion make sense?"

This sentence is full of helplessness and regret, from his point of view, the strength of Cesar has almost no impact on the overall situation.

The Black Stone Collar is mysterious and unpredictable, and its powerful strength is undoubted.

The power of the church is also not to be underestimated.

And he just wants to keep Borla's ancestral business, train his two sons to go further, and let his daughter live a stable life, that's all.

"For me. Yes!" Leah nodded firmly, revealing a bit of heroism in her tone: "The church cannot stop us from moving forward, and the decay, backwardness, and hypocrisy and deception will eventually be lifted. I used to be in the deep fog, and now I am embracing the stars. ”

"Uncle, perhaps in your eyes, I am a wicked, despicable, hypocritical heretic. But my heart has never been so pure, peaceful, and happy as it is now. Even if I die in battle, my life is not in vain. ”

That intense self-confidence, with a wonderful contagion. Heller seemed to see a glow of hope in the depths of her clear eyes.

Is it a delusion?

Is it an illusion?

Is it a lie?

Why is it so true?

"Leah. Heller's voice was dry and his mind was numb, caught between two powerful forces, making him a little breathless: "I can't foresee what happened to you, and I can't agree with what you say about the church. Fate, for me, has become unpredictable at the moment. ”

Liya didn't want to embarrass him anymore, her tone softened, and she looked at him deeply: "Uncle, promise me." Don't make the wrong choice and go on a battlefield that isn't yours. That would make you lose everything, and in the face of true power, you will be as weak as an ant. ”

"Is there really no room for relaxation?"

Leah shook her head: "The church and we can only save one or the other. We will defeat the Church, defeat the Orcs, defeat some evil, and establish a new order. Believe me, we've been winning, even against both the Orcs and the Church, and we've all had teleportation-worthy victories. ”

Ever since learning that Blackstone Territory had become a pagan lair, Heller had obtained a lot of hidden information through her own channels, as well as those of her sons.

In the face of the onslaught of the orcs, the church has never been able to make progress and is in a stalemate. But the Black Stone Leader, who has performed miracles time and time again, slain countless orcs, and even the Templars have been wiped out.

"It doesn't matter what the outcome of the negotiations will be tomorrow. Leah whispered, "A fateful war is bound to happen." I want you to be a spectator, not a witness. ”

The purpose of the negotiations is to obtain population, but there are more direct ways to obtain population.

That is to attack and occupy.

The lower classes are always the easiest to win over, and Leah has full self-confidence and dismisses the church after the poor have obtained citizenship and live a happy and prosperous life.

It's bound to happen.

The people at the bottom are the mainstream of the church's oppression and enslavement, but due to all kinds of oppression, they have always been buried deep in their hearts. Maybe they don't even know it, but they must exist.

The riverside conversation ended in silent silence.

Heller, who had returned to the station, got into the tent and sat on an oak chair, as if he had suddenly aged a few years, and his expression was depressed, and he was in a daze, and he had not slept all night.

The sun rises in the east, signaling the official arrival of a new day.

The steward came to report that a group of cavalry, golden armor and golden swords, the royal lion banner and the church balance banner appeared in Cesar's direction, cascading like clouds, reflecting each other.

Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Here it comes.

Heller, who was depressed, washed his face with cold water and finished grooming before putting on a bearskin and gathering a cavalry to meet him.

It was a rare cavalry, and even on Waterdeep's birthday of the Holy Spirit, the Church's procession of the Templars was completely incomparable.

The golden armor with intricate inscriptions, the eagle helmet that covers the entire face, and the golden glow shines everywhere it passes, showing the luxury and majesty.

It's the Templars!

The Knights Templar from the royal capital!

The knights were strong and burly, and they were surrounded by an awe-inspiring temperament, as if one glance at them would give rise to a sense of guilt blasphemous against the Holy Spirit.

The knights of Cesar's leadership were even more ashamed of themselves, and they were all dejected and afraid. Even the war horse, which had always been tame under his crotch, was silent, and he didn't even dare to make a loud nose.

A sense of oppression!

Extremely strong sense of oppression.

Heller's neck felt like something was choking, and he was having trouble breathing. He struggled to look up for the protagonist surrounded by the Templars.

The golden armor is layered, the inscriptions are flickering, and the war horse under the seat is draped in golden scale armor, and the eyes are emitting a golden glow, as if they are from the holy heavenly realm, which can be called a divine object.

On horseback sat a tall figure like a golden statue, holding a spear with a glimmering tip, as if it could tear through all darkness with a single stab.

Now, he suddenly understood that the perception of the two sides was as great as the difference between clouds and mud.

His Royal Highness the Princess, he didn't dare to look at it directly.

The Templars passed by them proudly, not squinting, treating them as if they were nothing. Heller moved her lips with all her might, wanting to pay homage to the princess.

However, the princess didn't care about him in the slightest.

Only the inquisitor Kobranco, who was accompanying him, with a pure gold face, gave an order in an emotionless voice: "Lead the way." ”

Compared to Leah's affinity, the revered Knights Templar really came from the Bright Heaven Realm, and it was an existence that they could not touch as ordinary people.

That huge psychological gap made Heller feel suffocated.

Is this the true strength of the church?

Leah ...... What do you fight against?

At the very least, I can talk and laugh freely in front of you. But here, I only feel that I am stuck in a quagmire that I can't get out of, and I can't move an inch, and I am willing to bow down.

Pure power, psychological deterrence.

It's so real.

Heller couldn't resist at all, and silently drove the disobedient war horse, walking far ahead to lead the way.

According to the agreement between the two parties, the negotiation process will be conducted by two people from each side, one of whom will be the chief officer and the other will be the adjutant. The place of the negotiations was a makeshift negotiating table on a flat grass in the middle of the valley.

"They're coming!"

Far from the valley, the golden glow of the Templars' armor could be seen. Leah and Shakia walked out of the tent side by side, and the soldiers quickly assembled in front of the tent amid the whistle of the tent.

"That's an exaggeration, isn't it? Is this trying to blind the enemy?" said Charkia, holding an uneaten piece of dried salted meat in her mouth, expressing her displeasure at the Templars' dazzling golden outfit.

"Templars. Leah's expression was solemn: "Their armor is blessed and will spontaneously radiate the light of atonement. I've seen it once, and just one person can bring a strong sense of oppression. It is said that the light of atonement itself has the effect of dispelling darkness and deterring evil spirits. ”

Xia Qiya was aroused: "Yohe, is this a demonstration? Or are you not confident in yourself?"

According to visual inspection, the number of Templars was around twenty, and a divine light flashed in Leah's pupils: "Don't be careless, Shakia. The power of the Templars is mysterious, and it doesn't matter to the two of us. But our warriors are ordinary people, and they may not be immune to their influence. The light of the Holy Spirit can arouse the idea of atonement in people's hearts, and they cannot give rise to the heart of resistance. If they really have bad intentions, we are in danger. ”

"Monko!"

"Sir!"

"Inform everyone to be ready for battle and not to let up in any way. Also, immediately contact the Reinforcement Special Combat Team to support us at any time. ”

The choice of a short distance from the entrance of the Green Valley for the camp was well considered. Another mobile force, led by Hunn, assembled all the Strongman warriors, their full body armor and compound vision, threatening to cut out the light of atonement.

"Yes, sir!" Monko did not dare to slack off, and immediately returned to the camp to contact Hunn's station through the Resonance Crystal.

Even before the negotiations began, tensions permeated.

After witnessing the Blackstone camp, the Templars came to a halt. Her Royal Highness, the transcendent princess, was also closely watching Leah and the team behind her.

"Your Highness. Kobraenko's face under the golden mask was scornful: "I can guarantee that the Templars can crush them with a wave of shock." ”