In the darkness of the night, you can see from a long distance, and the square tower of Rosada shines like a pillar of light standing between heaven and earth.

The king's mood had become more and more agitated, and it was not the first time he had realized that he was old, but this long time—he was not allowed to retreat, nor was he allowed to hide, his body was exhausted, and his spirit was unusually tense and could not relax— Although he was allowed to sit down, of course, if he wanted to lie down, he was almost fine, but just a few hundred feet away from him, the priests of Rosada and the priests of Shirek were engaged in a fierce battle, magic and magic bursting in the darkness with brilliant light, flames illuminating the sky, and the king's soldiers, the civilians who had been coerced by the priests of Shirek.

The expression on the faces of these commoners was more insensitive than that of the king, and the highest of them was a baron with a false lord, that is, no fiefdom, no subjects, and no knights to gather his own, he was only the manager of the town, a petty official, insignificant. He was ecstatic when the temple of Rosada was moved here by the king, and the people of Tara were almost all followers of Rosada, especially the nobles and lords, and once the temple and sanctuary were completed, shouldn't the devout believers, including the king, come here from time to time to rest or stay overnight? They needed good food, good wine, clean rooms, forage and water for their horses, blacksmiths for their knights, and silk and silk for their wives and daughters...... The merchants would also move with the wind, bringing them all the things they wanted, like the ones gathered in the royal capital, and soon it would become a prosperous city, if not comparable to the royal capital, and not a mediocre village and town—and just as he had hoped, there were pilgrims who had to lodge here before the sanctuary was fully completed, and outsiders who had traveled long distances were no less flocking— Although the people had always been wary of strangers in the originally closed town, within a few days they understood what the sanctuary and the temple meant to them, not only that they were closer to the handsome and glorious deity, that they could be healed more quickly and easily, but that they could receive great rewards from it.

But even the baron probably didn't expect that the sanctuary and temple of Rosada, the god of morning light, who was originally on one wing of the royal capital, were suddenly moved here not because of piety, but because of the opposite...... It was because the king was afraid of the sight of the priests of Rosada, and he secretly communicated with the priests of Ciric not for a year or two, but for ten, twenty, thirty years, and when he could not get what he wanted from Rosada, he did not hesitate to choose the enemy of the gods he once believed, and although he regretted it more than once in the long dark night, his heart hardened again and again when he saw his rickety back, gray hair, and the dense wrinkles on his face when the morning light rose, and he saw in the mirror。

The senior priest of Ciric was not so happy either, and he envisioned that the priests of Rosada would introduce the disaster into their sanctuary without knowing anything - The potion bestowed by Ciric, the god of conspiracy, and Talona, the goddess of poison, can turn an ordinary human into a skin dressed in plague and madness, and once attacked, those contaminated by her bodily fluids and blood will become another moving weapon, and this filthy weapon will spread to the other, until the sanctuaries and temples of false gods are filled with rotting flesh and repentant souls, and even if one or two of them can escape, Shirek's followers and priests will not let them go easily- The latter were thieves and assassins, and the senior priest had promised them to kill and loot as they pleased.

It was a commendable feat to make Tara's king rebel against his gods, but the senior priest of Tara was a greedy fellow, and when he found that the king could no longer break free from his hands, he had an even bolder and more presumptuous thought— Their only true god, Ciric, has already issued his will, although this will cannot be used as a proof of all-out war, but he knows very well that the game in the world will also affect the kingdom of God and the gods, directly against a mortal ruler, not nothing, but as if there is some kind of tacit understanding and taboo, the gods rarely choose to do this- But who is his only true god, Ciric also once had the name of the mad god, and the god of morning light is different from other gods, the war between him and Shirek has never stopped, the senior priest clenched his palms, he knew his gamble, if he won this time, he might directly become the elect of this god of conspiracy, if he lost...... He may wail at the feet of the Prince of the Dark Sun for ten thousand years as a prayer provider.

"They are taking advantage of civilians. "A priest of Rosada anxiously looked under the square tower, the believers of Shirek at first, wanted to set fire to the tower, alabaster is a white and crystalline, silky like ice stone, many good gods are willing to use it to build their own temples and sanctuaries, but this stone has a little bit of a bad thing, that is, it is too loose and afraid of fire, if the base of the square tower is shaken, then the whole tower will collapse. But after a short prayer, the ugly chicken cast a magic spell- This magic roared down with flames, and before the laurel branches piled up by the followers of Shiric burned completely, it covered about one-third of the tower from the ground, and more than half of the tower from the center of the tower, but after the people shouted in horror, they were equally shocked to find that the flames thrown by the ugly chicken not only did not cause a larger fire, but after burning violently for a moment, even the fire caused by the laurel branches surrounding the tower was suddenly extinguished.

"Did you summon a fire elemental creature?" asked the priest of Rosada respectfully, although he couldn't see clearly, but only high-level fire elemental creatures could take away the flames.

"No," said the ugly chicken, "I just cast a magic spell that can summon flames." ”

"But ......," the priest of Rosada couldn't help asking, "in fact the flame went out." ”

"Because there's no air left for them to burn. "They use white phosphorus, and white phosphorus can burn in water, so it's almost impossible to extinguish their flames with water, but no matter what kind of burning, except for magic and negative energy fire, they need air to keep burning, all I have to do," she patiently explained in detail, "It is to use a wide range of fire spells to consume all the air there in advance, and then the flames caused by white phosphorus will naturally be extinguished." In addition, "the ugly chicken looked coldly at the bottom of the tower, those Shirek believers were too arrogant, perhaps to watch the miserable cries of these people trapped at the top of the square tower from a close distance, they only stood in the place to ensure that they would not be affected by the fire of white phosphorus, but the ugly chicken's magic drained the air around them at once, and some of the keen ones had time to flee in embarrassment, while others could only hold their necks, their eyes bulging out, and their ears and noses bleeding to death: "Humans also need air." ”

The priest of Rosada nodded blankly, he seemed to understand, but he seemed to be a little confused, so this situation can probably only be described as unconscious.

But the priests of Shirek immediately changed their ways, as the priest of Rosada shouted in shock and rage, and they forced the civilians whom they had intimidated to bring in more laurel branches, and then lit the fire again, and they (after being shot twice by the ugly chicken, the priests in dark purple robes did not even gather together) stood sparsely in corners and shadows—happily awaiting the result. It is ironic that the priests, who are the gods of morning light and suffering, can they still treat these innocent people as if they were enemies?

If it were just a priest from Rosada, or if Ugly Chicken was just a simple Ilmort priest, their idea might have come true, but unfortunately, Ugly Chicken was not, Ugly Chicken had fought the orcs in the Wuthering Plains for nearly half her life, and she was not only a priest, but also a warrior and a general. How did you say she knew that the flames of white phosphorus could be extinguished in that way?It was because the orcs had used white phosphorus in their attacks on Thundercastle and her humble fortress, but it was the black-haired spellcaster Cremar who told Adel about the weakness of white phosphorus, and from Adel to the Norman kings and dukes of the Highlands, that the ugly chicken became familiar with and used.

Ugly Chicken did not answer the young priest's previous question, she was half-kneeling, holding the emblem in her hand, praying to her god Ilmut, and then, both on the square tower and under the tower, and hundreds of feet away from the king, the priests and believers of Shirek, felt a slight tremor under their feet, first slightly, then obviously, then violently, and the senior priest of Ciric suddenly shouted: "Interrupt them," he shouted, "Interrupt them, they are summoning elemental creatures." ”

Yes, the ugly chicken didn't summon elemental creatures before, but this time, the magic thrown by the priests of Ciric and the arrows of the believers tilted down like a rainstorm, but the priests of Rosada had skillfully manipulated the shield, as a stone tower, and was used as a morning light, the most used place in the square tower was the top platform, and there was no one else in the room except the priest on duty, so except for the room on the middle floor, the other rooms only had small windows, so small that as long as the shield was raised, arrows and flames, acid, and poisonous mist could not play a very significant role, but only after a few breaths, they were hit by lightning in succession, and although they were protected, the first few priests still convulsed and fell.

As soon as they fell, some people jumped up and took their shields, which shows the beauty of Rosada in calling his priests, the priests here are rich men, or the sons of nobles, they not only have handsome looks, but also have strong bodies that cannot be raised in poor homes, needless to say, among them, the sons of knights and lords, from the time they can walk on their own, began to learn how to ride horses, wield swords, and use shields, there are not many priests here, and several powerful elders have followed the elves and black-haired dragonborn to the Brass Coast, if they are allowed to unleash some powerful magic may not be enough, but let them raise their shields and shoot arrows, but there is no problem at all.

The ground continued to shake, and the civilians hesitated, but Ciric's followers immediately shouted and cursed, even cutting off a man's arm with a short sword, and wielding their weapons to cut off her head as he threw a branch at him.

"Get out of the way. The ugly chicken said, and a young priest immediately withdrew his shield and retreated to one side, and almost at the same time, the magic she unleashed was like a great sword of light that split through the dark sky, and the thief who was still on the loose was suddenly struck, and he let out a terrible scream, and the raiser fell to the ground, and he raised his hands and blindfolded him, for for a moment he could not see anything, and in terror, he staggered in the direction of the priest Ciric, and stretched out a hand, hoping for help, but he only received a brief blow, and he fell to the ground and died, faster than he thought the fools。

At this moment, the earth elemental creature summoned by the ugly chicken had already climbed up from the ground in front of the square tower, it was so large that when it completely straightened its legs, mortals could no longer see the white tower behind it.

"Wait," shouted a Rosada believer, one of the townspeople, who even found a few familiar faces in the tiny windows, "what is that monster going to do?"

"It will fight to protect you. The ugly chicken head didn't reply.

"But that...... I mean, it's the civilians here," the man stammered, "they're being ...... The ...... of coercion"

"There are only twelve people behind them," said the ugly chicken, "and they, at least a hundred or dozens of people, can't ten against one?"

"Those are thugs with swords!" the man shouted angrily, not believing that he would receive such an answer: "And they are barehanded." ”

"If you can't resist, at least you can escape," said the ugly chicken, "if you can't even escape...... Then all I can say is that I'm sorry. ”