Volume 15 The War of Kings!Chapter 32 The Situation

Center of the Holy See.

"Nell didn't come back?" Biduca II stood up suddenly, he seemed to realize what was happening, he pointed in one direction and said, "Go, go check the Altar of Light,"

The attendant hurriedly ran out, and after a while, he hurriedly ran back and said in a panic, "My lord, the Holy Light Altar of Brother Nell has no light. ”

Pilduca II's face changed for a moment, and at last he calmed down, and he sat back in his chair, and said to himself, "Does this mean that the Council of the Dead has also lost a king......?

The attendant bowed his head, not daring to raise his head in the slightest, for fear of disturbing the Pope's thoughts.

After a moment, the brow of Pilduca II finally relaxed, and he said in a deep voice: "Go, send at once to the three bishops, and say that I have important matters to discuss with them." ”

It wasn't long before all three cardinals arrived in the council chamber and looked at Pidoca II, almost all of whom thought that something unexpected had happened to the raiding team.

"Nair is dead. ”

After all three bishops had sat down, Pidoca II suddenly whispered the astonishing news.

There was silence in the hall, and the three cardinals seemed to be digesting the sudden news, and after a while, they exchanged glances with each other, and finally Moore was the first to speak, and asked, "Where is the Council of the Dead? Who died? It's Ulysses and Gustav." ”

Odduka II shook his head and said, "It's not clear, but since Bishop Landiston and they have returned safely, it is enough to explain the problem." ”

Bishop Vernal asked aloud, "Where is Bishop Rantiston?"

With a playful smile, Pidka II said, "It is said that the monks will make other arrangements to arrange a tribe of dwarves who have migrated from the Arctic Ice. ”

"Does this kind of trivial matter also require the vice president?" Bishop Moore sneered and said, "This is the idea of the Mage Council again, right?

The oldest Bishop Todd spoke up at this time: "Bishop Landiston is very capable, there should be no problems there, we have nothing to worry about, it's just that His Majesty summoned us today, obviously not just to say this news, there should be something else, right?"

Pildoca II's back, which had been slightly bent, gradually straightened up, and his voice was louder than ever: "Don't the three bishops see this as an opportunity?" For so many years, the king of the Holy See has never left the center, firstly, to abide by the agreement, and secondly, to fear the raid of the Council of the Dead, after all, the Holy See has a lot of things they want here, although the sacrificial seal of Nell is unique, it is not a secret, it can be said that the opportunity to kill a king face-to-face has never been in the past few decades, and now he has done it"

After a pause, he continued to look at the several bishops who were contemplative, and said, "The undead knight Long Di Lomas has long been weakened, and at least one of the remaining two kings of the Council of the Dead no longer exists, and now is a good opportunity that we can't wait for for hundreds of years, and the power of the Council of the Dead is declining like never before, which means that we can take the initiative to attack the ...... of the dead."

Todd suddenly interrupted Pidoca II with a loud voice, saying, "Please wait a minute, what does Your Majesty mean...... War?"

Pilduca II said lightly: "It's just a tentative attack, it would be best if the strength of the Council of the Dead could be completely driven out of the Middle Continent, if not, at least we can maintain an expansionist posture, and we don't have to adopt a conservative defensive posture as before." ”

Todd's eyes were fixed on the face of Pilduca II, and he said, "Did you come up with these thoughts out of the blue, or did you have a plan?"

The corner of his eye jumped, and he looked at several cardinals, and finally landed on Bishop Todd's face, and he said slowly: "My lords, I am only seeking advice now, and I have not finally decided anything. ”

"That's good, I'm also worried about the bad consequences that His Majesty the Pope's impulse will cause," Tod said in a serious expression, not at all polite in his tone. In this case, we also frankly tell Your Majesty that there are too many things to consider in starting a war against the Council of the Dead, and this is not something that our Holy See can do alone, neither the army nor the believers can withstand such a huge attrition, for so many years, we have only had some small frictions on the border, and the resources we are fighting for are also very limited, so it is not worth our investment too much, even if we take all the Central Continent, so what? We can't attack the ...... at all."

Pidoca II smiled and suddenly said, "Isn't it okay to fight for the sake of faith?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall fell silent.

Bishop Moore could not help but exclaim: "Are you so sure......?

"Well, since we speak of other dioceses, let's talk about them," said Biduka II's voice, which at once overshadowed Moore, which surprised and caught several cardinals a little surprised.

Today's Pilduca II is not at all humble and tactful, but from the depths of his eyes, a sharp edge shines, looking like an unsheathed sword, which makes people dare not look directly.

"Now we don't have to worry about the Council of the Dead, even if there is a king and a strong person to come to raid, we can deal with it, and the center can send legions to ...... some dioceses first"

Bishop Todd couldn't sit still no matter how calm he was, he had already seen that Pidoca II really seemed to have this intention, he quickly stood up and said loudly: "Your Majesty, this will cause a civil war in the Church."

"Is there a civil war?" said Pildouka II, smiling, "no, there would be no civil war if it had a proper name." ”

"What do you want to say, Your Majesty?" Bishop Moore felt that what Pidoca II had just said seemed to have something else to say.

Pildoca II smiled deeply and said, "Do you remember the stolen Life Stone in the diocese of Mosa?"

"I heard that it was just a rumor, and it was true that bishops from other dioceses had inquired about it, but then they saw that the Life Stone was safe and sound, and there was no sign of theft. "Todd doesn't understand why Pidoca suddenly brought up the issue and attacked the diocese of Mosha, but it was the diocese of the first pope, and it was not to regain it, but to poke the hornet's nest.

"No, the Stone of Life has indeed been stolen," said Biluka II, spreading his palm, revealing a ring-shaped white bone stone, "but we have found it again." ”

"The Stone of Life?" the three bishops exclaimed, and there seemed to be a tremor in Todd's voice.

If this is really the Stone of Life, then the Holy See Center may really be able to ......

Thinking of this, Todd suddenly understood what Bydoca II meant.

This is the other party wants to do something to the diocese of Mosha

sighed in his heart, after hearing the news of Nell's death, he really didn't expect Pidoca II to react so quickly, and made a decision almost immediately.

After the major dioceses almost separated from the center of the Holy See, the reason why the Life Stone can exist in the Diocese of Mosa for a long time is not only because it is a token left there by the first pope, but also because Nair was born in this diocese, so no one has gone to investigate it after the news of the theft of the Life Stone has been stolen, it is because of the deterrence of the king and the strong, and now that Nair is dead, His Majesty the Pope has no scruples.

With a solemn look on his face, and even a faint anger, he said: "The diocese of Mosha has obviously lost the holy relics of the first pope, and there have been no teachers who have been baptized in the past few years, but they are still covering up the truth with lies, this is already blasphemy against the God of Light, shouldn't it be punished for this?"

"What are you going to do?" Bishop Todd looked over, he seemed to have only met this past pope for the first time today, and he couldn't help but have an honorific in his tone.

"Convene a synod of bishops and let the believers of the God of Light adjudicate justice and justice. It was just a plain sentence, but when it was uttered by Pydoka II, there was a chilling murderous intent.

The three bishops were in their hearts.

"And," said Biduka II, looking around the hall, "now that the Lifestone has returned to the center, the interrupted Missionary Trial can be reopened." ”

Bishop Todd asked with a serious expression, "So where are you going to let the missionaries go this time?"

The voice of the "hinterland of the western continent" Piluca II was extremely loud, and there was a trace of undoubted determination, and said: "At that time, the Bishop of Landiston began to reconvert the diocese of Bethlehem to the faith alone, which shows that the practice of missionaries is not unnecessary, then, in the western continent, the Celestial God Cult has declined, and the faith of the Council of the Dead has not yet had time to penetrate, and this is the best time for us to send missionaries."

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"Is this it?"

A man in his mid-thirties on a horse looked down at a tribe of dwarves near the mountain wall, his falcon-like gaze calmly scanning the terrain and layout, considering the route of advance and retreat.

His hair was a little messy, his stature was medium, and he looked like an ordinary soldier except for a slight paleness in his skin, but all the people around him vaguely gathered around him, and no one dared to speak out at will.

A man who looked like an officer pointed down and said, " Your Highness, this Black Iron Tribe migrated from the Arctic Icefield, there are almost seven or eight thousand people, there are probably more than a hundred storm warriors, but the weapons and equipment are very backward, there are only more than twenty people who use the inheritance war hammer, and the armor is even rarer, it should be that there are no suitable mineral deposits here to build weapons, but even so, it is a force that should not be underestimated, Your Highness, we only brought five hundred cavalry this time, and most of them are light armor, if we go up like this, I am afraid that the casualties will be very large. ”

The man looked at it for a long time before he retracted his gaze and waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm not ready to attack, although our cavalry team has been fighting with the Giant Clan on the border, and they are experienced and strong, but the lives of each of them are very precious, and I won't waste them at will." ”

He stretched out his horsewhip and pointed downward, saying, "I've heard of the reputation of the Dwarven Storm Warriors, but no matter how powerful the strength is, you have to have a brain, and we will do this with the least cost this time." ”

A young officer beside the man seemed a little resentful, and he muttered, "It's just a promise from the Mage Council, Your Highness, is it worth the risk we take? ”

The man's eyes were cold, and he said, "We have now offended the Holy See, and now they are standing against us. ”

He was the eldest son of the Ishton Empire, Monphais, and in the process of fighting for the throne, he was victorious in the early days because of the superior military strength in his hands, but recently it has changed form, because a large number of priests appeared in Duranvier's camp, so that their cavalry became very disadvantageous in the battle, and even the head-to-head battle was extremely difficult.

He had to find a way to turn the tide of the situation

And that Janice, she is the person with the purest royal blood, and she didn't die with Prince Shumi, and also gathered the old ministry and re-established the Duchy of Nurs, which made him very uneasy, but the Duchy of Nurs could not threaten the heart of the empire for the time being, so he had no energy to interfere for the time being.

His goal is very clear, and now he needs to concentrate on solving Du Lanweier, but relying solely on the cavalry under his command is obviously a little insufficient, and the domestic griffin knights are still waiting, obviously trying to make a choice at a suitable time, which makes him both angry and helpless.

Then, the only way left is to find foreign aid, the Knight Alliance is certainly possible, but their power in the Easton Empire has been entrenched, and the knights are all skilled in martial arts, he is very afraid that a large number of knights will flood his lower army as officers, which will cause his foundation to be unstable, and even once he ascends the throne, it will affect his imperial power, so he would rather choose the Mage Society, at least they have no direct conflict of interests with himself.

It was not a very great cost to win the support of the Mage Society, and he thought it was worth it.

Monphes casually pointed out a few people, and said, "Come, you, you, and you, all change into the robes of the Monks' Society, and there is still some time before dark, let's go and visit the chieftain of this tribe first, and see what kind of people our opponents are." ”

"Your Highness, this is dangerous" The officer next to him changed his face and tried to stop it.

Monphes suddenly turned his head and glared at him fiercely, and the latter immediately did not dare to say anything.

"You wait here, and if we don't come out before dawn, then you will retreat immediately......" Montphes smiled strangely, "but they shouldn't have this opportunity." ”

He rode his horse toward the tribe with only seven retinues, and the officers who remained on the high slope saw from afar that after they had communicated with the watchtower, the horses were simply used for protection and were moved away by a few drunken dwarves.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After entering the camp, Monphais found that the Black Iron Dwarves had just migrated here, and in addition to the tents, they had only built some simple wooden fences, which seemed to be unable to stop even the larger beasts except for some wild beasts.

However, Monphes did not despise them because of this, and did not renovate the defense system from the outside, which shows that these dwarves are very confident in their own strength, and besides, it is definitely not a simple matter for a tribe to migrate here from the Arctic Ice, and if it is very weak, it will not be able to reach here.

"Is it an emissary of the Monks' Society?"

A stout dwarf with a height of his chin stood at the front, and it was clear from the way the single twisted beard was groomed that he was the leader of the tribe.

"Hello, Chief Bakla, I'm Rihal, a messenger from the Monks, and honestly, you're stronger than you think. Montphes deliberately looked surprised, having grown up beside the tyrant Odinella I, he had been able to hide his true emotions and keep his hypocrisy to the world.

The dwarven chief laughed, no one had ever spoken to him with such a polite attitude in the messengers of the Mage Guild sent in the past, and a lot of good feelings suddenly rose in his heart, and he was polite once, and shouted: "Honorable messenger, we have been waiting for you for a long time, please come to the tent to talk." ”

The surrounding dwarven tribes didn't find it strange, these days they had always heard that the monks would come to discuss their entry into the Middle Continent in the near future, and they had already made a lot of mental preparations, and they were very cautious, and ushered the group of Monpheis into with a grand welcome ceremony.

It's just that the fishy smell of sweat and body odor in the tent made several knights frown secretly, only Monfez's face remained unchanged, and even praised a few words that the furnishings in the tent were very gorgeous.

The dwarven patriarch was even more pleased, and immediately asked his people to bring in the spirits, and began to talk to Monphas.

Montphes was very learned, and he drank well, but at last he fell down under the bowls of booze, and with him the dwarven patriarch, the dwarves were extremely good drinkers, and there were many people who were drunk that night.

In the middle of the night, Montphes suddenly jumped up from the ground, and with a terrifying glint in his eyes, he kicked the crooked servant beside him, and said, "All right, get up." ”

The seven guards got up from the ground one after another, but at this moment there were drunken dwarves inside and outside the tent, and no one paid attention to the movement at all.

Montphes did drink a lot of wine, but he wasn't really drunk, but his face was a little red, and he decisively gave an order, saying, "Go, deal with the sentry first, by the way, remember to take a bottle of wine." ”

Several guards immediately understood, and the five of them picked up the wine bottle and quietly left the camp.

One of the guards who remained by Monphas's side pointed at the dwarven patriarch and said, "Do you need to kill him?"

Mmphes smiled coldly and said, "No need, fortunately he was stupid enough to save his life." ”

After a while, five guards walked in with bloody swords, and Monphes nodded, and he took out a cross and threw it under his desk, saying, "Let's go." ”

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