Master Merlin took out a staff from the storage bag, flicked the crystal ball embedded in the head of the staff with his fingers, and immediately lit up the inextinguishable flame, he held the glowing staff into the tunnel to illuminate it, and asked Chubais, "The tunnel leads to the basement of the temple?" ”

Chubais shook his head: "The tunnel was not completed when the three brothers were arrested, and we didn't continue digging for fear of alarming the priests in the temple. ”

"There's no need to ask for help, we'll do it ourselves." Lyudmila was the first to jump into the tunnel, and it was really embarrassing for her, such a big person, she had to drink the "Shrinking" potion in advance to pass through this narrow cave.

Roland and Mage Merlin followed, and Chubais stayed outside to keep a sentry. The tunnel is tortuous and winding, and it can be seen that the three thieves and brothers have spent a lot of effort at the beginning, and now they are all cheap. After burying her head in the drill for a long time, Lyudmila stopped, turned back and told Roland and Mage Merlin that the tunnel had come to an end.

"We'll have to dig it ourselves." Lyudmila pulled out an air-dried weasel paw from the storage bag, chanted a prayer and performed the three-ring ranger magic "Group Digging Technique", and the weasel paws disintegrated into countless small yellow balls of light under the influence of the divine magic. With a wave of her hand, Lyudmila immediately spread out the ball of magic light, attaching to the hands of the three of them, making their forelimbs as easy as weasels digging through dirt and gravel.

The three of them dug together, and in less than half an hour they had finished the unfinished business of the thief brothers, tiptoeing away the bricks above their heads, and Lyudmila turned back to Roland and Master Merlin to make a triumphant gesture, and smiled on her dirty pretty face.

Mage Merlin took out a handful of glass balls and chanted a mantra softly, and the glass balls immediately floated in the air, and the originally transparent glass beads cracked with a texture that resembled pupils, and flew out along the cavern above his head, scattered in all corners.

This 5-ring prophecy arcane is called "Peeking into the Eye", and each orb is like an extension of Merlin's vision, which is remotely controlled by his mind to move around, observing the movement around him.

Mage Merlin narrowed his eyes and pondered for a few seconds, then looked up and said to Roland and Lyudmila, "This is the temple dungeon, no guards or traps have been found, and it is not under the control of the 'anti-magic field'. ”

"That's good, let's hurry up!" Lyudmila drilled in the hole for a long time, and she couldn't stand it anymore, so she rushed out, and Roland and Master Merlin hurriedly followed.

Mage Merlin remotely controlled the "MONOCULUS" to explore the way, and the three of them continued to hide their bodies with magic, tiptoeing behind the MONOCULUS to find the cell where Philip was being held.

……

Bang!

On the top floor of the Temple of Perot, Clotz sat in the study that originally belonged to Archbishop Philip, slammed his fist on the table, his gloomy face was like a piece of pig iron, and his chest rose and fell violently, as if it was about to explode.

The sun outside the window made him feel like he couldn't breathe, the cicadas in the trees upset him, and the damn flyer on the table annoyed him the most.

- Klautz's party is at the end of the road, and the liberation of the Keponement is just around the corner!

The large headline written in red ink on the flyer is very eye-catching.

This morning, shortly after Operation Daybreak ended, the airships of the Korath Army followed the retreating knights into the sky above the Atonement.

As a result of the fiasco of Operation Daybreak, Colonel Junius and his reinforced battalion of vultures and cavalry were almost wiped out, and now Clutes had no air force at his disposal, so he could only endure the swaggering circles of airships overhead, leaving behind thousands of leaflets, one of which was on his desk.

Klautz had to admit that Rudolph's troops could not only fight tough battles, but also have the upper hand on the battlefield of public opinion propaganda. The leaflet recounts the events of Operation Daybreak in extremely inflammatory words, and Rudolph is a great writer of his wisdom and martial arts, but also a mocking description of him fleeing the battlefield with his tail between his legs and almost blowing his lungs off at the sound of cannons.

The second half of the leaflet is more worthy of Klautz's attention, detailing the casualties of both warring sides, the most convincing evidence, even those without any military knowledge can see that the losses of the Kolas army were negligible, while the casualties on Krautz's side were heavy.

Finally, the author of the leaflet concludes from the ratio of the belligerents to the battle losses, declaring that the Far Eastern Knights, who represented the tyranny of the Empire, had been completely defeated and were no longer able to suppress the disgruntled populace, and encouraged the revolutionaries active in the city to rise up against the tyranny and fight for a peaceful opening of the city, and must not be dragged to the funeral by the frenzied Empire's lackey Klautz......

Krautz crumpled the leaflet into a ball and threw it in the trash, rubbing his swollen temples vigorously. In fact, what frustrated him the most was not the propaganda offensive of the Kolas Army, but the content of the leaflet about casualty statistics.

Krautz suspected that the enemy had concealed the casualties on his side, and it was impossible for him to lose less than 100 casualties in a big battle, but the casualties on the Order's side were quite reliable, and even more conservative than Krautz's own statistics, in other words, he was in a worse situation than the leaflets claimed.

The hot summer breeze blew in through the open window, carrying a strong smell of blood, and sometimes a moaning sound came with the wind. The chapel downstairs has been requisitioned as a makeshift ward, and hundreds of wounded soldiers are lying on the cold floor in agony of their wounds, in desperate need of divine healing.

The Order's doctors were usually served by paladins, but the paladin's magical abilities were far from enough to treat so many wounded soldiers, and they urgently needed the help of the priests.

Ever since Archbishop Philip was imprisoned, the priests in the temple have become noisy. Most of the Reformed priests had already fled the city with the seminary president, Janiss, and were said to have defected to the rebels, and the priests who remained were also hostile to the Order and refused to serve Krautz.

Without the help of the priest, the wounded soldiers could not be treated in time, let alone the delusional hope of resurrecting the fallen generals, which was the biggest headache for Krautz at the moment.

He sighed, picked up the communication stone, and said, "Erwin, those priests still won't cooperate with us?" ”

"I'm afraid yes, General, they ask you to release Philip, or they would rather watch their fellow brothers die in pain than use magic to relieve their suffering." Elwin's frustrated voice could be heard from the Communication Stone.

"It is against my lord's decree to not save the parishioners in the face of death, aren't those bastards afraid of being punished by God?!" Krautz couldn't hold back his anger and cursed sharply.

"I said the same to them, but they insisted that our illegal imprisonment of the archbishop was against the teachings of Perot, and that they were all sinners in their eyes until Philip was released and repented, so they had reason to refuse to treat unrepentant sinners...... Erwin said listlessly.

"These damn guys are pure quibble!" Krautz's eyes were on fire and his face was contorted, "Erwin, you tell those bastard priests that now they only have two options - either they will treat the wounded soldiers, or they will all report at the stake!" I have imprisoned a former archbishop who preached heresy, and I will not mind burning a few more misguided heretics! Before sunset, they have to make a choice! ”