There was no suspense about the outcome of this war from the very beginning. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The second pass was breached, and in the absence of command, a whole 70,000 people!

Except for the main force that fled all the way to the south, the remaining 20,000 people fled to the nearby mountains on the day the pass was breached!

Once this pass is opened, the main force of the Northern Coalition will be able to move south directly, and the front will be directed at the Petseine Line!

Faced with this situation, the large forces that were originally holding the other two passes could only retreat.

If they are desperate to storm the Buck Fortress, then I am afraid that they may not be able to break through it when the iron cavalry of the northern cavalry steps on the floor of the Scorching Sun Palace!

Compared to Petsein's long defense system, the Stag Fortress relies on the natural passes formed by the Langnoo Mountains, and it is almost impossible to be captured!

And a month has passed since Meen issued an ultimatum to Vulcan in Highland City, and the red-robed priests can still see their shadows on the battlefield.

But naturally someone will deal with this matter.

...

The Vulcan Cult's headquarters are not in Sunburn, but in a small town called the God-given Lands.

Although the terrain is remote, it is quite prosperous.

Because there are traces of magical creatures in the nameless woods nearby, there are also many adventurers who are active in this area.

A plainly dressed peasant walks down a street with a lot of pedestrians at this time.

Outside the gloomy alley, two ruffians were boredly playing with the knives in their hands, their eyes drifting around on pedestrians on the road from time to time.

Occasionally, a mercenary with a good figure walked in front of them, and both of them smiled evilly and bowed their heads to say something.

Looking up at the peasants who stopped in front of him, one of them stood up from the ground with an impatient face, holding a knife in his hand and threatening, "Look at it! This is not the place for you to come!"

The peasant did not answer him, but took out an iron coat of arms and swept it in front of the two of them.

Seeing the pattern on the coat of arms, the pupils of the little thug holding the knife shrank suddenly, his face changed, and he hurriedly looked at the street, and after finding that no one was paying attention here, he shook his head and said in a low voice, "Come with me." ”

The other person changed from the way he was just now, got up and blocked the entrance of the alley.

After turning a few corners in the alley, he stopped in front of a dilapidated wooden house, and the thug knocked three times and then buckled it heavily, and after a while, the small window on the wooden door was opened, and a dirty old man stared at his dead fish eyes and looked outside, and then opened the wooden door through a crack, "Come in quickly." ”

This is the secret stronghold of the Black Hand Brotherhood stationed in the 'God-given Lands'.

It is specially used to monitor the movements of the Vulcan Cult.

You must know that the Brotherhood that operates in the south and operates all kinds of underground transactions has to deal with this Vulcan Cult.

The farmer stood in the dimly lit wooden hut with a blank face, his voice low, "Lord 'Avenger' will arrive in the evening, I hope your information will not go wrong." ”

The thug bowed to the peasant and said in a serious tone, "Your Excellency, the High Priest of the Vulcan Cult just returned here a week ago, and we have been keeping an eye on him all the time, and the other brothers are now putting other things aside, and all of them are going to squat near the temple to keep an eye on him, if he leaves here, we will get the news within half an hour." ”

The 'peasant' seemed to have a terrifying cold aura that could freeze his soul.

Just face to face, the little gangster already felt trembling!

Although he has served the organization for such a long time, it is the first time he has seen these big people walking in the darkness today!

While he was secretly shocked by their terrifying strength, he also knew why there were so few betrayers in the organization.

With the existence of this group of black-robed people who they privately called the 'God of Death', the end of betrayal is chilling just thinking about it.

It's still a cold, hoarse, intimidating voice.

"Very well, if things go well, you will get your share of the reward you deserve. ”

Hearing the reward, both the little gangster and the bad old man were overjoyed, "Thank you, sir!"

...

Time has flown and the sun has set.

At night, the town is still bustling.

The mercenaries were gathering in the two largest taverns in the town to drink and blow the cowhide that was about to be blown out, but there were still many people who talked about it.

Except for the drunken adventurers on the streets, ordinary people have already returned to their homes at this time.

In a few moments, it's curfew time, and the 'Vulcan Janissaries' from the temple will start patrolling the streets.

Those who control the power of fire, even adventurers are not willing to provoke.

But it was such an ordinary night for everyone else, and the old man in charge of guarding the town's population was even dozing off.

The three black-robed men passed him and quietly walked into the town.

Until the old man felt a hint of coldness, shivered and woke up from his sleep, cursed the damn ghost weather, picked up the oil lamp hanging on the wall in a daze, got up and locked the gate at the entrance of the town, and then returned to the chair just now and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

...

A Vulcan temple in the center of the town.

The High Priestess, Mickey Wally, Flame and Word of God, is bathing and resting with the help of several maids.

Although the town may not look big, the temple can already be described as resplendent by the word "golden".

But in terms of luxury, the ten Lidney cathedrals combined are probably not as good as here.

In the bedroom where Mitchwo rested, every floor was made of pure gold, the walls were covered with all kinds of precious stones, and the cost of the largest flame symbol on that wall was even more incredible!

It has almost reached the pinnacle of what humans can consider luxury!

Even the handles on the bedroom doors are made of alloy with gold, and the rough surfaces used to prevent slipping are also inlaid with fine diamonds.

It seems that unlike other big people who pay attention to taste and art appreciation, this Mickey Wally just likes real money like this!

It's all his personal quirks.

After picking up a fresh fruit on a nearby plate and instructing him not to disturb his rest without anything important, Mickey Wally, a burly man with long brown curly hair and a neatly trimmed beard, opened the door and entered his bedroom.

The maid standing outside then closed the door.

But neither Mickey Wally nor his maid noticed that a black-robed man was hiding in the dark corner of the room watching all this.