Afra immediately saw the scorched look on the faces of the priests of Rosada.

"They were able to sacrifice their fellow soldiers!" said a young priest Rosada indignantly, who did not even dare to imagine what Tara would be like now, recalling that perhaps from the beginning, the failed poisoning farce was only directed and staged by the followers of Shirek in order to paralyze them, after all, after a setback, no matter who would be temporarily silenced.

"To the followers of the Dark Sun," said Adelle, "it is not a sacrifice, it is a betrayal, it is a conspiracy and a subterfuge that can be obtained by the one who is loved and favored, they ...... It always has been. ”

Afra raised her hands when the previous priest of Rosada looked at her, "No," she said, "I can accommodate you to stay on Krefa for a short time, but my knights cannot." ”

"Can't you be hired?" None of the priests present at Rosada would have skimped with a thousand or two thousand gold coins, the question was, "I have taken possession of Vinito," said Afra, "do you believe that if my eagle-headed sphinx were involved in the battle that followed, the priest of the dark sun would kill the king at once, and claim that this was another conspiracy on our part, and, I mean, he would accuse you of being complicit in me, or of being a raccoon dog from the beginning— Don't look at me, King Viñito and the nobles deliberately indulged in underground trade, assassinations, and thefts as evidence that I found after I took possession of Vinito, and although I knew from the beginning that they did do these things—but even so, I was warned that it came from the temple of Tyre. ”

Adel wasted no time on the subject, and turned to Cremar and Kerribben, and whispered about the next route, the quickest way was to choose Afra, probably sooner than when they arrived.

"In fact," Afra said to the pastors, "you probably don't have to be so alarmed. The ugly chicken stayed in the temple, didn't he?"

"But she's just a woman. "A priest subconsciously said that although the men of the southern countries did not regard women as private property or livestock as the Norman men of the Highlands, they also had a deformed respect or disagreement for women—they regarded women as delicate flowers, and the best place to go was in a bright and warm glass conservatory, and even if they knew that the ugly chicken was once a female knight who could fight the orcs, they would only regard her as a ...... Well, ugly flowers, isn't it too strange to let flowers take on the responsibility of swords?

"I think," said Afra, who was not angry, had become accustomed to the stereotypes that men had of a woman, and that only the person she loved would have consistently believed that a woman could do as great a man did. "Ugly chickens can do more than you can imagine. ”

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At this time, the ugly chicken did not know that she had received the praise and assurance of the acting master of Crefa, but as Afra said, she had become the leader of the place, and everyone had to obey her orders, even the priests of Rosada.

Of course, this didn't happen overnight. When the chaos was just formed, the ugly chicken stopped the stupid actions of some of the hastily apprentices who used water to extinguish these bright flames, and even caused the fire to spread, if these actions can be because she is "naïve" When the woman was forgiven, she suddenly turned her wrist and slew a believer who had the misfortune of being ignited by white phosphorus, which inevitably provoked a wave of anger, and several Rosada's priests surrounded her, believing that the other had either fallen or had gone mad from eating a poison they didn't know, but either way, they couldn't let her continue.

But the net they set up is too loose for the ugly chicken, the ugly chicken has faced ten, hundred, even a thousand orcs, the latter is indeed a feared number, but if you are not tacit or skilled, the extra people will become an obstacle or a barrier for the enemy, after all, you can't guarantee that your companions will have the same thoughts as you all the time- The more people there are, sometimes the more loopholes there are, and although it comes at a heavy cost, the ugly chicken escapes from the orc's palm again and again. That being the case, priests who have not been honed on the battlefield and have only participated in one or two encirclements of the Church of the Dark Sun or the Thieves' Guild at most, with up to a hundred participants, will have to face a cunning and violent beast.

Before they could react, the Ugly Chicken had already caught one of their companions and trampled him under his feet mockingly: "If you want your friend, and your own life," the Ugly Chicken commanded, "Just do as I say." ”

Her knife was raised in one direction, and at this time, the priests realized that the largest laurel tree in the courtyard had been burning, bursting out with thick white smoke and dazzling flames, and rockets contaminated with white phosphorus were constantly being shot in outside, and some arrows had fallen into the canal, although the holy water could expel toxins, white phosphorus was not one of them, it moved along the current, illuminating the frightened faces of the people— The priests were all right, but the pilgrims had not experienced any ordeal or similar suffering, and they were so frightened that they ran about, and as soon as they were contaminated with white phosphorus, they were immediately driven mad by the flames and the pain, and the result of their desperate impact and running was that they continued to spread to other places and people what had caused them to die only to wail in agony.

The wiser of the priests immediately understood what the ugly chicken had done before, although they had some complaints—if they were to limit the actions of these innocent victims, they could do nothing that would not harm their lives, and when the war was over, they might be able to get treatment— But they soon found out that they were wrong again, these white phosphorus were not ordinary white phosphorus, they seemed to be able to be fueled by human fat, even if it was only a very small amount, they could burn deeply under the skin, in the flesh, in the bone marrow, and those who were controlled to move were completely burned alive, and by the time the priests realized their mistake, it was too late, the blood-colored eyes that bulged out of their burnt sockets glared at them viciously as if they were cursed, not to mention, their bodies would suddenly explode in the final stage, spraying the flames of white phosphorus farther and more。

Ugly Chicken didn't care about the priests' apologies, she only cared if they were willing to do what she said, in the Wuthering Plains, ever since the red robe brought white phosphorus into the orcs, the orcs seemed to be fascinated by this mineral that could attach to anything and burn, Ugly Chicken had suffered from this flame more than once, especially her second husband, who could also be said to have died because of white phosphorus, and she knew very well what terrible the consequences of these seemingly ordinary flames were.

She instructed the priests to cut down the tall trees, the two priests prayed incessantly, the wind of the magic dispelled the smoke from the courtyard and the temple, and with them, all the priests and the survivors retreated to the tallest building in the sanctuary, the square tower that the priests used to welcome the first morning light, some of the priests were reluctant because it meant that they had abandoned the temple and other places, especially the alabaster statue in Rosada, which they feared would be desecrated.

"And how are you going to answer your God?" asked the ugly chicken quickly, "if you can see him." ”

"You're a pastor too," he protested, "Then you should know that this question is very rude for a pastor." For this is tantamount to directly accusing him of being a hypocrite or an unbeliever, and only those two cannot hear the voice of the gods to whom they belong, after all, the gods still value their followers, and generally speaking, as soon as their souls step into the mourning wasteland, they can hear the call of the gods they serve.

"It's crowded with dark day pastors out there," Ugly Chicken said honestly, "and I'm just talking about things." If you stay here, will you be able to defeat each and every one of them to keep the temple and the icon untainted?"

Of course not, and if they could, they wouldn't have to be crowded here.

"When your god comes to you and asks you what you have done with the precious power and life he has bestowed?" said the Ugly Chicken, "You may answer him that you died defending his icon and temple." Ugly Chicken paused here: "Of course, this is respectable, but if he asks, how are his followers? How should you answer? You don't know, because you didn't fight them to the last moment—you chose to live and die with the inanimate, icy alabaster icon, and I'm not accusing you," said Ugly Chicken." It is difficult for every priest to tolerate the desecration and disgrace of his deity, but here, your Excellency, there is something more important than the icon and the temple, and though I am not a priest of Rosada, I think he may prefer for you to use your power here to protect your brothers and sisters like you and me. ”

The priest, who had insisted on returning to the temple, was silent, then he bowed to the ugly chicken and stepped back into the priesthood.

Then there was a little episode, that is, the ugly chicken did not allow the survivors to flood into the square tower without order and selection, but randomly pulled out a person, asked him where he came from, and asked the people around him to identify and prove - Families are the fastest to be distinguished, after all, fathers recognize sons, wives recognize husbands, and the most troublesome are those who are single, but if they are from the surrounding villages and towns, they can still find one or two witnesses, but some of them have traveled long distances, and they have no proof, although they have taken out all the documents and vouchers that can be taken out— Like the monopoly vouchers and passes that the merchants had received from the lords, the Ugly Chicken insisted on sending them into the sturdy basement of the square tower, where the priest was ready to cast the magic, and they, as well as the others, would sleep in the room designated by the Ugly Chicken until tomorrow.

"But if ......" a priest can't bear to look at the ugly chicken, if they fail, these people may become the best sacrifice for the cultists of the dark sun when they revel, except for the priest of Rosada.

"If we lose," said the ugly chicken calmly, "unless they can grow wings, they will have no chance of escaping." ”

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"Let's make a fire," said one of the priests of Cirek, "and it will be a very bright and tall torch, which may be visible not only to Tara, but also to Vinito's people." ”

The king of Tara stood aside, his expression uncertain, he was seduced by the priest of Shirek because of his own lusts, but if he ever regretted it, it was certain, but at this point, he could only pray that the god of conspiracy did favor these people, and would let them be victorious, and that he would be rewarded— He constantly comforted himself that in this plane, secular rulers have always been tacitly permissible, after all, a king will never be happy to see his heir believe in the gods more than the power and position in his hands, even if the gods are kind and forgiving, and ask for nothing, but their spokesmen on earth are not, even the purest priests, will be shaken by the great temptation - the superior will never test humanity with his descendants and his country, which is unfair to both sides.

The king of Tara, his father, and his grandfather were all followers of Rosada, but he, he can only be said to be a more greedy person, he knew that he could not get what he wanted from Rosada, so he turned to the other gods and prayed, but the other gods did not give him a response, only Shirek, the priest of Shirek suddenly appeared in his room, and at that time the king thought that someone had sent an assassin to ask for his life......

"What," said Ciric's senior pastor, "do you think we're going to fail?"

"No, no, no, how can you think so, the mighty Dark Sun must be invincible. The king barely smiled ugly: "But I'm just a mortal, and I'm always a little timid." ”

"Then you'd be wrong," said the senior pastor, "and we don't mind a temporary retreat, and we've won a lot anyway." ”

"What?"

"You," said the devout follower of the dark sun playfully, "you, you are our greatest trophy, as long as you have you, Your Majesty, when you sign a contract with me, you are destined to be on our side, this is the biggest defeat for those believers in Rosada, and for the false gods themselves, it is irreparable, but you should not have thought of redeeming it......"

The king opened his mouth, he regretted it, of course, but he did not dare to speak, and could only gasp a few times in vain.

But the senior priest had already turned around, he didn't need the king's answer, as he said, he had made the king of Tara abandon his old beliefs and worship their one true god as the greatest victory, even if there were some minor flaws afterwards, and he would not be too concerned to think of his great true god - they could get Tara first, and then the rest, as filth spreads in water, silent and swift as thunder and lightning.