"Step, step, step!"

Douglas frowned, as swift as a shower, but awakened by the sound of the horse's hooves and the never-ending bouncing up and down.

He struggled to open his eyes, and what he could see was the dark sky, the Templars arching to the front and left, and the billowing smoke from the horse's hooves striking the earth.

"The knight is awake!" At this moment, a man's shout of surprise sounded beside him.

Douglas's eyes widened, and he recognized the owner of the voice.

"Sai... Cedric? He turned his head, raised a hand with difficulty, and muttered.

"It's me, Knight Chief!"

Cedric's voice trembled in agreement, and as he spoke, he reached out his left, still alive, and took Douglas's hand tightly.

"What are we?"

Douglas glanced around and found that although the knights around him were all looking at him with happy faces, they could not hide their sadness.

There was no doubt that the morale of the Templars had hit rock bottom.

But this is not surprising, thinking about the forty-odd horsemen who left St. Bruno's Pass in high spirits at the beginning, and looking at the less than twenty or so people left now, anyone will feel discouraged and unable to raise their fighting spirit.

"Captain Anderson has sent someone to the Holy See for help, let's go back to the Holy City to rest now." Cedric replied.

"Go back to the Holy City to rest?!" Hearing this, Douglas's eyes widened suddenly.

"Stop, stop for me!!" Ignoring the sharp pain from several wounds on his body, he raised his voice and ordered loudly.

"But......" The knights looked at each other for a moment, and hesitated.

"Don't you hear? Stop! Douglas shouted again.

The Templars had no choice but to obey the order and restrain their horses.

Douglas jumped sideways from a stretcher held by several horses.

At this time, Anderson, who was at the head of the queue, finally arrived.

"Knight, are you awake?!"

He first screamed in surprise, but soon realized that the situation at the scene was not right, and immediately lowered his head and remained silent.

But seeing him appear, Douglas suddenly remembered something.

"What about Jerry? What about Jerry Bartlet, isn't he always with you? ”

Hearing him ask about this, Anderson's head became even lowered.

"I ask you, where is that guy Jerry?!" Douglas asked in a hoarse voice as he took a few steps to his side, tugging at his neck.

"Jerry... Jerry him, he ordered to give... Break us off...", just by saying this, Anderson couldn't stop crying.

Hearing this, Daglas took a step back from letting go of his collar, shaking his head constantly, and looking at him with a sad face,

"You talk nonsense! Jerry's guy has followed me across countless battlefields, he's better than all of you, and there's no way he's going to die! That's impossible! ”

"Knight, please accept the reality, Captain Jerry has returned to the arms of the goddess!" Cedric put his hand on Douglas's shoulder and said with the same blood-red eyes.

Douglas closed his eyes in pain, how could he not know that what Anderson and Cedric were telling was the truth?

It's just that he couldn't accept it for a while......

But after the pain, a monstrous anger welled up in his heart!

"Do you remember the oath you took when you joined the Templars?!"

Hearing this, the dozen or so Templars who survived bowed their heads deeply.

"Templars, never leave it! Templars, never give up! Douglas looked at his subordinates' faces one by one, repeating it twice in succession.

"And you? Not only did he save his life by the sacrifice of his robe. And now you want to run away?! ”

"But...... We've done our best......" I don't know who whispered.

Hearing this, Douglas turned his head angrily, "It's not enough, we're not working hard enough!" He roared in the direction the voice came from.

"Knight." At this time, Cedric interjected, "This fiasco has proved that our strength is indeed insufficient. ”

"Nonsense, we've just fallen into the enemy's dastardly trap!"

"No, I think the stronger ones should fight for the forbidden spell!" Cedric stiffened his head and continued to push back.

"For example?" Douglas looked at him with an unkind gaze.

"For example, the Templar War Mage Corps or other allied War Mage Regiments." Cedric was completely out of the way.

Hearing this, Douglaston was so angry that he raised his fist and wanted to smash it in the face of the waste man in front of him.

It's just that he just swung his fist halfway through and then put it down again.

"You're right, we're not strong enough." Douglas closed his eyes tightly and said with a reluctant expression.

Cedric said that it was indeed true, that the most powerful force of the Holy See and the countries of the Western Continent had never been their knights, but the legions of war mages.

These demonic dual cultivators can not only wear heavy armor, but also charge into battle with ironwood swords. The guy who can sing magic and forbidden spells in front of the two armies in front of the overwhelming rain of arrows of the enemy army is the strongest!

Compared to them, these knights are actually only a little stronger than the cannon fodder infantry.

In fact, even Douglas, who possessed an eighth-level fighting spirit and was one of the top ten knights of the Templar Order, known as "Brute Bull Karl", could only be on an equal footing with a small captain of the Templar War Mage Regiment at best.

"So you've agreed to withdraw to the Holy City?" Cedric thought that the chief had been persuaded by himself, and asked in surprise.

Unexpectedly, Douglas shook his head, "Let me ask you, how long will it take for reinforcements from the Templar War Mage Regiment to arrive?" ”

"This ......"

"I'll tell you!" Douglas stared at Cedric with burning eyes, "At least three months!" And the unbelievers and heretics steal the forbidden spell against the city, and the time to break the ban on the tomb is only a week at most! ”

"But can't we ask for help from the warmages of the other allies?" A Templar suggested.

Douglas turned his head and looked at him like an idiot, "If they get the Forbidden City Curse, will the Holy See's position as the leader of the Western Continent still be as solid as it is now?" ”

"Uh......" the knight was speechless.

In fact, this was the most important reason why Douglas had to seize the city ban as soon as possible, compared to the Holy See eight thousand miles away, there was no doubt that the nearby principalities and kingdoms were the most powerful contenders for the city ban spell.

However, fortunately, the passage of the Holy City and the Western Continent into the Origin Mountain Range is completely in the hands of the Abraham family, the "King of the Holy City", who wears a pair of pants with their Holy See, and can prevent the coveting of other forces by blocking the city.

Otherwise, the forbidden spell may have been snatched by some king or grand duke.

And if that happens, there is no doubt that the leadership of the Holy See in the northern part of the Western Continent will be challenged.

In fact, the reason why Douglas was able to participate in this forbidden spell battle was actually a coincidence. In the past few months, it has been his turn to go to the Holy City to assist in the defense, but he didn't expect to spread the news that the Elven Kingdom's Sun Fury Peak has hidden a forbidden spell on the city at this juncture.

"And." Douglas glanced at his surviving men.

"In order to spread the gospel of the goddess throughout the world, the kingdoms of our Creation God have been waging wars against the pagans of the south for thousands of years, and I don't know how many pious warriors and people have not been killed! And now, as long as we get the forbidden spell on the city, the day when we can fulfill that great wish will not be far away, how can we retreat at this critical moment?! How can you retreat?! If the heretics were to get that city forbidden spell, not only would the sacrifices of our Creation God Cult nations for thousands of years become meaningless, but even the existing homes and people would be difficult to preserve! This is the time when the life and death of the kingdoms of my Creation God Cult will be decided, how can we, as the knights of the goddesses at the forefront, retreat to the Holy City in disgrace after a slight setback? Isn't this the greatest betrayal of the Goddess? ”

After listening to Douglas's impassioned speech, the Templars did not talk nonsense, but simply clenched their fists with their hands, tapped their breastplates, and silently brought their horses back.

"Cedric." Douglas called out.

"The subordinates are here."

Cedric tapped his breastplate and replied awe-inspiringly.

"You're in charge of the rest of Jerry Bartlet's team."

Hearing this, Cedric looked up in surprise.

"But I'm a wreck now!"

Douglas smiled and shook his head, "What waste? You're a two-handed warrior. ”

Cedric let out an embarrassed dry laugh after being debunked.

"You know?"

"I'm your commander, how could I not know how capable my subordinates are?"

"So what is my mission?" Cedric asked. He was actually disheartened after all the members of his squad were defeated, and he wanted to return to the field after returning to the Holy City this time, but he didn't expect Douglas to regain his military spirit and entrust himself with important tasks, which made the fire of revenge that had long been dead in Cedric's heart burn again!

"It's still your old job, as a scout for our army, go out to investigate."

Cedric nodded, gave Douglas another hammer salute, rolled over his horse, greeted the members of Jerry Bartlet's team, and walked away.

Douglas stared at Cedric's departing back, his fists clenched silently.

"I, Carl Douglas, will do whatever it takes, I must snatch that pair of city forbidden spells!"