The warm sunlight cast into the room through the gaps in the curtains, and the gray-haired Duke of Angmar turned his head, put down the parchment in his hand, got up and opened the curtains, and then reached out and pushed the window open.

The cold air poured into the room, and the warmth created by the fireplace was expelled in an instant, the old duke frowned slightly, the cold cleared his mind a little, but the message he received in the early morning made him unable to calm down now.

After taking a few breaths, Angmar coughed again—the maid Julie hurried over to put on his cloak and whispered to him to get out of the window.

"Old... Old. ”

Tightening the cloak on her shoulders, Angmar waved her hand, but her eyes were fixed on the northern wall of Hollier, where a procession could be seen faintly in the morning light.

"I hope it's in time."

He sighed, and then the servants who came came came in a low voice and asked—"Bishop Benjamin is downstairs asking to see his master." ”

As if anticipating this, Angmar whispered, "Let him come up and speak." ”

Not long after, Benjamin, dressed in a church robe, came up to Angmar - the bishop didn't say a word, but bowed deeply and apologized, ashamed: "There are traitors in the sect... There's really nothing I can do

"Apologizing doesn't help him much now."

Angmar helped him slightly, but he didn't mean to turn his face, and he wanted to say something, but he coughed.

Benjamin raised his hand and wanted to use the Holy Light Technique to heal, but was stopped by the old duke waving his hand: "Take... Cough... The problems left during the previous war, it is not good to use too many magic skills, which I... Cough... I still know the truth. ”

Having said that, Benjamin naturally won't continue to cast spells. After a moment of silence, he continued: "I tried to block the news as much as possible, but after the most I found out, someone revealed... I can't help it, I can only get the team on the road as soon as possible, and hopefully this will catch up..."

"The plan can't catch up with the changes, and it's useless for you and me to blame ourselves." Despite saying this, Angmar's face was still gloomy, and although he couldn't offend anyone, he could see that he was indeed angry, "Roddy stood alone in front of us old men, and a few days ago killed the witherer and the mastermind behind it, such a big credit, and we gave him such a 'help,'?" I know it's not your fault, but... I can't say it, I really can't say it..."

"I'm ashamed to let such a junior stand up for myself when I'm old."

Although these words are very light, they are as heavy as a thousand pounds, which makes Benjamin's old face flush in an instant - the emotion of shame makes him unable to raise his head at all, although he has expected such a result when he came to apologize, but they are all old people, and when such words are spoken, the face is a little indelible after all.

"I'll do my best, this thing will pass if it can pass, if it can't-"

Angmar shook her head and sighed, didn't say more, just lowered her eyes and said, "Go back and arrange it early, no matter what, Evta should clean up." ”

As if he was finally relieved, Benjamin bowed his head again and bowed again, apologized, and then left silently

And after he left, Angmar coughed violently again—this time for a long time, and more violently, and the maid Julie hurriedly came over with warm water to pat the duke's back, and when Angmar raised her head, her pale face was so red from congestion that it took a long time to recover.

Julie tried to call back Bishop Benjamin, who had just left, but Angmar waved her hand and refused. Holding back the pain in his chest, he went to his desk, picked up his quill and continued to write the letter.

“… There are traitors... I'm ashamed..."

At the same time, Earl Owen faced the cold wind blowing from the forest, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth...

"No wonder I have to keep holding back, it turns out that I have to wait for the twelfth to make a move."

The letter in his hand had just been delivered this morning, and the source was naturally the "Rosicrucian" monastery in Hollier - no matter how confidential the news was, no matter how much it was blocked, it would not be able to stop the mole...

And because of the existence of this traitor, Roddy's plan to wipe out all the "traitors" in Ivta's territory has completely lost its effectiveness

Although his layers of planning are thorough, they can only be called "conspiracy", but once the conspiracy is known to his opponent, then all his advantages will be disintegrated in an instant

"Baron Sodrore... Sixty knights, twenty infantry? It's ridiculous that this is a force ratio - and a guy named Roddy? I've never heard of such a person..."

Recalling what was written in the letter, Earl Owen was actually quite unimpressed: a troop of less than a hundred... In front of himself, he is just a group of weak scum who can be crushed to death.

Originally, he thought that he could personally avenge Lord Ansardine, but now it seems that the two barons he sent in advance will be enough to solve all this.

He looked up at the sun, and wondered what was going to happen to the "Baron de Sodrore"—it wouldn't be long before his head was about to be lifted up to him.

However, before this thought disappeared, several figures on horseback and running frantically appeared in the field of vision—and when they approached, Owen realized that the people in front of him were somewhat familiar...

"Please... Help"

"Owen-sama, we need support"

A few minutes later, Earl Owen, who listened to the knights' account of what had happened, widened his eyes and even suspected that he was hallucinating.

Sixty knights, more than one hundred and thirty infantry, and only a few of them came back in one encounter?

Earl Owen was not stupid, and immediately inquired in detail about the battle, and after analyzing the words of these knights, he frowned deeply.

Sodrore actually built a defensive line in the forest?

This kind of thing gave Duke Owen a bit of a headache: he knew very well that if he rashly led his troops to rush forward, he would probably end up no better than the two barons who had already died.

"Pass my orders to immediately increase the patrol area around Kieg Town, and report any unusual movement immediately - be vigilant if you see any unidentified team"

Increase the scope of monitoring and gradually squeeze the range of action of Sodrol. From a military point of view, Earl Owen clearly knew the right way to war.

He did the right thing, because according to the mole's information, it would take two days for the "Rosicrucian" team to get here, and before that, he could have monitored all the surrounding areas for every opportunity to break through

With the initiative to grasp the information, Earl Owen immediately stood in the position of "active trader" from the situation of "passive beating" - however, this reversal of the situation did not end, not long after the reconnaissance order was executed, a message came back from the forest, which made the corner of the earl's mouth show a cruel smile...

His scouts spotted a strange team rushing in the direction of Sodrore.

By the time it was close to noon, the battlefield outside the forest had basically stopped moving.

The strong smell of blood filled the air, but after a long time, the initial nausea was gone. In the forest defense line, the resting soldiers had just had a simple lunch and were resting at this time. Akasha walked among the soldiers, unleashing one "recovery technique" after another on the injured scouts.

"Thank you, Pastor Akasha."

"No thanks."

The sword has no eyes, and injury is inevitable. The soldiers were not machines, they had a fear of death, and it was inevitable that a knife would hurt - but the presence of Akasha greatly alleviated their suffering, and they were all respectful of the beautiful priest, and their words were unusually polite.

Feeling the sincere greetings of these soldiers, Akasha felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in her heart - in the past, studying divine arts was just a simple "study", but now that she saw that divine arts saved the soldiers, she naturally felt that she had done a good job.

But when he returned to Roddy's side, Akasha was directly reprimanded.

"Who told you to do that? The battle is far from over, and it is taboo to drain mana in the future without my order, do you hear? ”

As soon as these words were said, Akasha was suddenly a little at a loss, she pursed her lips, and wanted to argue something, but in the end, she lowered her head and endured it, and muttered: "I know what I said." ”

I was very aggrieved in my heart, and even tears were rolling in my eyes.

"Just remember, take it."

In the field of vision, a blue crystal bottle was stuffed into his hand, and Luo Di's voice slowed down in his ear: "It will be better to take it slowly, at least keep the mana above half at any time." ”

"Well... Xie Lu Xie. ”

Akasha lowered her head and clenched the bottle of mana, and most of the grievances and dissatisfaction in her heart dissipated, but then she found that Roddy's face was still a little gloomy, so she mustered up her courage and took the initiative to ask, "I... Didn't we win the war, and what else was going on? ”

"Go and recover your mana, you don't understand it."

Roddy didn't mean to explain, he treated her like a child. This made Akasha very unconvinced, but when she saw Sodrore coming over with a solemn face, she still gave up the idea of continuing to speak, walked not far away and sat down and began to meditate.

But from afar, she could vaguely hear the voices of the two:

"According to the plan, Nata should have arrived..."

“… I sent someone to scout just now, but the report said that there were suddenly more spies outside the town... It seems that the large range is a little weird..."

The staccato words didn't say a few words, but a guy with wounds was helped by the scout and ran over - this man Akasha knew, his name was Buffon, and he was one of the two mercenaries that Roddy had rescued.

Seeing the blood on Buffon's body, Akasha instinctively got up and wanted to cast a magic spell, but Buffon ignored the pain, and said something that shocked everyone with a trembling voice:

"Our team is under siege, and the chief of Elsa Village is also on the team, and he and Miss Nata are... They were all surrounded by the teams that suddenly appeared..."

“… It's useless for the Templars to report their identities, there are hundreds of them, and we can't beat them...

"Henry told me to run to report the news, and they dragged the pursuers for me..."

After Buffon said this, he fainted from excessive blood loss, and the atmosphere in the woodland instantly froze because of these few words...