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Wu Hui's gaze swept over the terrain under his feet, and the more he looked, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Backed by a forest, with a plain in front of it and a meandering stream running through it, the Abbey of Saint-Luen does seem to be a good place for self-cultivation.

However, looking at the topography of the entire Gelug region, he found a problem.

The topography of the Gelug region resembles a basin and is surrounded by mountains and is a vast plain. Most of the civilians and serfs lived on the plain in the middle, and Gruburg, which stood above the only entrance in the basin suitable for ordinary people and cavalry.

The Abbey of St. Louen, on the very edge of the bottom, was congenitally under the grip of Gruburg.

If someone takes control of Gruburg and encircles the Abbey of St. Luan, then the people of the Abbey of St. Luen will become a caged finch with wings that cannot fly.

Some people may say that behind the monastery is the forest, and there are mountains and forests around it, where can it not be withdrawn?

But in reality, this is simply not realistic.

Unlike the Earth, there are many places in the wild that are forbidden for humans to set foot in, even in the mountains and forests close to human settlements, there are not only fierce beasts, but also powerful and brutal magical beasts, mysterious undead creatures, and all kinds of unpredictable dangers.

Even if you are a powerful professional, you must first organize a team with a complete profession, and then be fully prepared before you dare to go on an adventure in the wild, let alone an ordinary believer with a fairly average combat effectiveness?

There was a real conflict, Catherina and they were the turtles in the urn.

"It's not going to go on like this, it's too dangerous. ”

Wu Hui furrowed his brows anxiously.

It was impossible to hide the news that the Third Patrol had been taken over by the monastery for long.

What's more, there was such a big movement that night, and the Lu'an City side would know what was going on with a little investigation, and it was impossible to let go of the monastery at all.

In the face of the counterattack that may come at any time in Lu'an City, the existence of Gruburg is simply a guillotine hanging overhead, threatening the monastery at the edge of the basin all the time, but the handle of the knife is still in the hands of others, it is really insecure.

Wu Hui looked down at the Gruburg at his feet, and the more he observed, the more uneasy he became. If these hard-won believers are wiped out, then he, Wu Hui, can only really wait for death.

Finally, he was ruthless in his heart and made up his mind.

Gruburg must be in their own hands!

You must not give Lu'an City a chance to close its doors and beat the dogs!

And as long as Glouburg is swallowed, the communication arteries are choked, and the Grugburg manpower and weapons and equipment are digested, the monastery and Lu'an City will have the confidence to protect themselves.

This battle must be fought.

No matter how great the sacrifice is, it is necessary to take Gruburg as soon as possible and annex the entire Gru region.

......

Almost at the same time as Wu Hui made up his mind.

In Lu'an City, the failure of the Third Patrol Group's encirclement and suppression and its incorporation have finally been noticed.

Castle Lord's Mansion.

It was dinner time, and the lord of Lu'an City and his officials were gathering in the dining room waiting for a meal.

The light in the dining room is somewhat dim, and white candles are lit on the tables and corners for lighting. Under the swaying orange candlelight, the mottled traces on the wall seem to be soaked in hundreds of years, revealing a vicissitudes from the inside out.

At the long table, a dozen men dressed in aristocratic attire sat on either side, chatting while waiting for the kitchen to bring dinner to the table.

At the table, a middle-aged man with a big belly and blond hair leaned lazily back in a chair, his eyes drooping and sleepy.

He is the current lord of Lu'an City, Viscount Connor.

He was dressed in a golden-red aristocratic dress, his light blonde hair was neatly combed back of his head, and the beard on his face was also cleanly shaved.

When a subordinate official spoke to him, Viscount Connor only answered casually, as if he hadn't listened at all.

Suddenly.

A young man wearing a trainee knight's uniform lifted the curtain and rushed in briskly from the outside, looking panicked: "Lord of the city, something has happened. ”

Viscount Connor lifted his eyelids and glanced at him nonchalantly, "What's the matter?"

The young man swallowed, his voice dry: "Our scout team has just sent back the news that the leader of the Niko regiment failed to encircle and suppress the heretics and died on the spot. The other soldiers of the 3rd Patrol also defected en masse, swearing allegiance to the pseudo-saint Catherina. ”

"What?!"

"How is this possible?!"

The entire restaurant was in an uproar, and almost all the officials had a look of disbelief on their faces.

The nonchalant expression on Viscount Connor's face also froze in an instant, and he could hardly believe his ears.

How is it possible that Nico, a level 3 knight, with the strength of a patrol group, and a well-prepared encirclement and suppression, can still be killed by someone?

He looked at the apprentice knight with a twisted eyebrow, and continued to ask with a strong anger: "What's the matter, tell me clearly." ”

Viscount Connor's tone was neither light nor serious, and he did not deliberately release the coercion, but the young trainee knight was breathless, and instantly felt a great pressure.

Don't look at Viscount Connor has always been a lazy aristocratic lord, in fact, he was already a level 3 knight more than ten years ago, otherwise he would not be able to sit in the position of city lord. He was a small apprentice knight who was not yet level 1, and he was not enough to see in front of Viscount Connor.

He almost subconsciously straightened his back, and his palms were sweating with nervousness: "Love, the situation is, it's like this." According to the information gathered by the scout team, the false saint took those heretics to pray under the statue of the god of light, and as a result, the god of light sent down a miracle......"

"Nonsense!"

Before he could finish speaking, Viscount Connor interrupted him suddenly, and a trace of awe-inspiring anger crossed his gray-green eyes: "The so-called God of Light has fallen for I don't know how many years, how can it be possible to send down miracles? This must be the trick of the false saint!"

The apprentice knight was taken aback, and quickly lowered his head and closed his mouth, not daring to say more.

Viscount Connor clenched his fists, his expression condensed.

Don't look at what he says categorically, but there is a deep uneasiness hidden in his heart.

According to the results of the intelligence he searched before, the pseudo-saintess was only level 3 in strength, and the few soldiers under him were only level 1 and level 2, and the rest were all civilians with no combat effectiveness. It stands to reason that these people are nothing more than a rabble, and they can never be the opponents of the 3rd Patrol Regiment.

But it turned out that they won.

What does that mean? It means that someone has to help them.

If it's just a stronger warrior or magician who helps them, it doesn't matter, in case it's really ......

Viscount Connor's heart trembled, and he quickly stopped his thoughts. No, it can't be. The God of Light has long since fallen, and there has been no miracle in the empire for decades, this can't be true, it must be the conspiracy of the false saintess.

However, even if it is not the God of Light deity who struck. If he can take out Niko, who has all the ambition and ability, and even let the third patrol group defect, this person's strength must be extraordinary, and it is not something that ordinary people can deal with.

"It seems that the only way to ask her to help. ”

Viscount Connor's mind calmed down for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and finally frowned as if he had made up his mind, and a fine light burst out of his eyes.

This wave of resurgence of the remnants of light, no matter what the cost, must be suppressed.

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