Luo Ming led the troops out of the strong camp with great fanfare, and then advanced with military songs singing all over the country, which could not be more conspicuous on the battlefield.

However, even if he noticed him immediately, the bishop was in a headache at the moment, and there was no way to make a decision immediately.

Although he can be regarded as the head of a cult organization of considerable scale, the operations he commanded in the past were at most one or two hundred people, and basically they only used the simplest tactics of outflanking, ambushing, assaulting, or beheading, and even simply relied on his personal bravery to change the tide of the battle.

But on a battlefield where both sides add up to thousands/monsters, this bit of insight is a bit insufficient.

Faced with Luo Ming's unreasonable routine, the bishop ran out of ideas for a while.

If he is in an advantageous position, even if he directly sends a force to rush over without thinking, even if he can't win, he can test the reality of the other party, and then send the next reserve team to top it again, even if the enemy army is very elite and can withstand two consecutive waves of attacks, but if there is a third attack, it will basically not be able to hold on.

But now the monsters under the Bishop's command are definitely inferior in numbers, and they can't afford to play this style of play at all.

If you give up the attack on the Earl's camp and go to the whole army to press the army against Luo Ming, there is a chance of victory...... But this victory is also meaningless.

Even if he wins, it will only kill and injure a few hundred of Luo Ming's men. Other camps will send reinforcements, and under the pursuit of reinforcements, there is no room to take away many corpses at all, and the monster army will fall into a lack of food after retreating to the valley.

Otherwise, it's better to ignore Luo Ming's side? Hurry up and attack the camp, and if you break through this camp, it will be considered a success......

At this moment of hesitation, the bishop suddenly found that Luo Ming's phalanx had advanced more than seventy meters.

He glanced back irritably, and found that the siege monster had already completed more than half of the journey, and he was a lot more relieved.

Time moves forward by two minutes.

In the earl's camp, although the lower-level soldiers were panicked, they also knew that it would be safer inside and outside, and that they could not escape from the monsters, so they could barely do their duty.

But the upper echelons were in chaos.

In this camp, there were six barons, and a large number of knights...... When the Count was awake, he could naturally calm them, but now that the Count was seriously injured and unconscious, and the Earl's son was in charge of staying behind and not here, they quarreled into a pot of porridge.

The question of who will preside over the defense, how to defend it, and so on, has been mired in heated debates.

It's not a struggle for power, it's the opposite...... In the face of a great sword master and that kind of siege monster, no one had the confidence to manage the entire camp of a thousand soldiers, and firmly defended the camp, so they all shirked each other's responsibilities.

Although Durand is also a baron, but fortunately, he was defeated by Lormin not long ago, and even the castle was occupied once, everyone thinks that he must be a waste, but no one shirks the burden on him - if he really should be responsible for the defense, doesn't it mean that this battle will definitely be a fiasco?

There is a difference between failing and failing miserably.

As a result, he was able to take a break and watch this farce from afar.

At this moment, the old strategist, who had usually followed the Earl, walked quickly to his side and pulled him out of the tent of the military council.

"Although I caused the Earl to have an accident just now, I still have to say something at this time!"

Durand knew that this old strategist had always won the trust of his father-in-law, and hurriedly said, "Please speak quickly!"

"Now, please let me put on the Count's clothes, and let you, the son-in-law, testify that the Count is not seriously injured, and can still lead the whole army!"

Hearing this, Durand asked in surprise, "Although they are all bearded old men, there are many people who can recognize the difference between you and Lord Earl, what should I do?"

"I'll figure it out. Another voice interjected.

Durand's eyes widened - it was the Bishop of the Fountain Church in the parish of Van Shey who said this.

Originally, he and the other two priests joined forces to cast a spell, temporarily scaring the great sword master opposite, and while he himself consumed a lot, his face turned pale.

Now, there was an abnormal flush on his face, like a young man who had just run a hundred meters.

Two minutes later, the old strategist, dressed in the Count's clothes and carrying a long sword at his waist, appeared in front of everyone, but no one noticed anything unusual.

It didn't take long for the coalition troops to cheer in the camp.

And in a corner where no one was paying attention, Durand looked at the parish bishop with a pale face and sat aside, angry as a gossamer, with a complicated face.

Although he is not a spellcaster, he does have a basic understanding of spellcasters.

Spells that manipulate people's hearts have always been a taboo second only to necromancy that desecrates corpses and souls.

Of course, it's better to create an illusion in battle, or to embolden your own soldiers. But the divine technique that this parish bishop used just now definitely crossed this forbidden boundary line.

- Let so many nobles, and the soldiers who knew the Count well, think that old strategist was the Count himself!

Even if it is only by relying on the testimony of him, the son-in-law of the count, that the trust of everyone has been strengthened, and this magic can only last for a minute or two, and it can only deceive those who have low cultivation...... Even with so many restrictions, it's terrifying.

If he had lived to the end of the battle, the parish bishop would have been considered meritorious, but he would also have been severely punished within the Church—an account for the nobles and a warning to those who had powerful spell casters.

However, Durand looked at him with a gossamer and didn't think he would live to be judged after the battle.

In order to squeeze out the power of such a powerful magic spell, he took a forbidden drug, and then cast a spell with all his might, almost emptying himself ...... Basically, it's impossible to live long.

Perhaps, that's why he dared to do it.

In the human world, the use of manipulative spells on nobles will definitely cause the anger of the aristocratic class, after all, if this opening is opened, the nobles will have to be careful that they or the people around them are manipulated by spells in the future.

For the sake of the overall situation, the church can't do it if it wants not to punish him, otherwise it will form a serious confrontation with the vast aristocratic class.

However, as a pious mid-ranking priest, he unleashed his magic in the battle against evil, successfully reversed the defeat, and ascended to the kingdom of God with all his might, so he was naturally able to avoid any threats and sanctions from the mortal world, and he would definitely be commended for his heroic sacrifice.