Chapter 165: The Future of the Church
On the mountain road north of the town of Crewe. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
"All I can say is that you are too confident in the defense of the gate. β
After witnessing the string of flames above the Crusade Gate, the entire encirclement on the mountain path fell into dead silence. Whether it was the bishop, the priest, the traitor mage Andrei, or the thousands of soldiers around them, they all looked in that direction, not saying a word, and seemed to freeze time.
Only Benjamin looked there and nodded, smiling with satisfaction.
After identifying Andre, he secretly called the mage in the town and secretly held a small meeting. There is no doubt that AndrΓ© is trying to lure him out of Crewe Town, and then to create the current encirclement. But Benjamin also quickly realized that he didn't want to lure everyone out of the way.
In fact, after observing the gate for so long, his deepest impression was not how strong the gate was, but how conceited the guards were.
Therefore, a plan to turn the tiger away from the mountain and attack the west took shape in his mind.
This is a rather risky scheme. In case there are not enough people surrounding him, if there are still several strong priests in the gate, and if the church does not plan to ambush him...... If his prediction goes awry, it could be devastating for the entire team.
But on second thought, Andre has already betrayed, are these mages in the town far from death?
It's all death horizontally and vertically, it's better to fight, even if it's dead, you have to paste the church with a bloody face, and make them so disgusting that they can't do it before they die.
Now that I think about it, the idea of capturing the strongest frontier fortress in the Kingdom of Hori is really crazy. At that time, this thought was all that was left in his mind, and Benjamin suddenly felt that he was indeed quite crazy.
Thankfully, there is still room for a bunch of crazy people in this world.
Spelling out "The Church is a Fool" with a fireball was the signal that Benjamin and the others had agreed upon. As soon as this passage appeared in the air, it was a sign that the plan had been successful, and the Crusade Gate was completely under the control of the mage.
And now, the firelight has said it all.
"Surprised?" he said, turning his head and looking at the bishop quietly, "the mages you drove away as rats can still turn around and bite you back." This is what happens to looking down on people. β
The bishop just glared at him, unable to say a word, his face was almost red, and he didn't know where he had run away from the light and breezy appearance just now.
Benjamin smiled "friendly" in return.
If you think about it carefully, I originally planned to engage in conspiracy and infighting, but I was turned against Benjamin and the army, so that I lost my hometown, and was scolded by people all over the world, and the bishop must be in a very bad mood at the moment.
Who is to blame?
If you want to blame him, he blames himself, he just thinks about fighting with the bishop in the royal capital, and he doesn't take the mage seriously, so he just plays away.
"Lord and Bishop, the gate is ...... On the other side of the gate, ...... beside the bishop, Andre looked at the bishop with a somewhat bewildered expression.
Hearing this, the bishop took a deep breath and silently recited something in his mouth, as if to calm the emotions in his heart. Then, he shook his head and looked back at Benjamin, his gaze gradually calming down.
"I was so impatient that I made you take advantage of it. There was a sense of indifference in his tone, as if the gate was occupied as if it weren't a big deal, "I know why you're so fearless." You want to force me to make a deal with you, to trade you for control of the gate. Then you will be able to flee to Ikor unharmed. β
However, hearing this, Benjamin couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
The bishop frowned.
"You're thinking too much. Benjamin shook his head and replied quietly, "The door we worked so hard to grab was returned to you when we said we would return it to you, what do you think of us?"
"Really?" "With the words that suppressed his anger in peace, the fist under the bishop's sleeve gradually clenched, "Then today, you don't want to leave this place. β
Suddenly, the atmosphere also became a little tense.
...... Ready to do it?
Benjamin felt sarcastic. Why is it that at such times, these people who keep serving the gods do not think that all this is God's will and should be accepted with peace?
This pair is a bit powerful.
But......
After thinking about it, Benjamin felt that the time should be about the same. So, he suddenly changed his words, almost changed his tone, and said to the bishop with some abruptness:
"You've heard of ...... Horse oil?"
The bishop stared at Benjamin and didn't speak, probably because he didn't know what kind of medicine Benjamin was selling in his gourd. As for Benjamin, he didn't care what the bishop's reaction was, but went on with his own thoughts.
"I don't know, I've heard that some people use that thing for beauty, and some people use it for food, but I can't stand the smell. Especially a big vat of horse oil, let it be left for a few days, the smell is simply amazing!" he said, fanning his hand in front of his nose, and continued, "But ah, if you dilute it with water, the smell will be much lighter, and if it is sprinkled evenly on the ground and sprinkled all the way, then it can be said that except for the warcraft with a keen sense of smell, it is basically impossible for anyone else to find it." β
Probably because Benjamin looked so poor that even the system couldn't help but pop up and say, "Is it really good for you to do this? If you don't run away, the bishop will definitely torture you to death." β
Benjamin smiled and said to the system in his heart: "Is it really good for you to do this? Although the enemy is now present, I can also go back to the consciousness space and torture you to death." β
β......β
The system held back for I don't know how long before it mustered up the courage to come out and bubble this time, which was ruthlessly snuffed out by Benjamin.
In reality, the people around listened to Benjamin's words, and they also showed foggy expressions. Probably, they felt nothing but the urge to beat Benjamin up.
Seeing this, Benjamin also nodded thoughtfully.
It seems that this bishop doesn't know much about Warcraft.
That's interesting......
"Enough!"
Just as Benjamin hesitated to continue to speak in that tone about the griffin's fanatical love for horses, Andre, who had been standing on the side, seemed to be unable to bear it any longer and stood up.
He could only hear him pronounce the incantation, and a huge fireball formed in the air and flew towards Benjamin.
"Andre?" the bishop frowned, not stopping, but also not intending to make a move together, and took a posture of standing by and watching.
As for Benjamin, he was also very calm.
Just as the fireball was about to fly in front of him, he suddenly spoke, reciting the spell of the pillar of steam. With a damp wind, the fireball stopped in front of his eyes, swaying constantly, but he could no longer move forward half a step.
In a few moments, the fireball was like a candle on a birthday cake, blown out by the frenzied water vapor.
Andrei was stunned.
"Why bother?" said Benjamin, looking at him, shaking his head, "You're a mage anyway, and you're taking what is from the church, not yours." Before they make a move, you can't sit still?"
Doglegs to this part, there is really no one.
"You know what? Mages are a bunch of cynical freaks who can't make the climate. Andre came back to his senses, clenched his fists, looked at Benjamin, gritted his teeth and said, "The church is the future." β
Hearing this, Benjamin shrugged his shoulders undeniably.
"Maybe, none of us knows what will happen in the future. He looked at Andrei quietly, with a hint of regret, or pity, in his eyes, "The church may be the future, but it's a pity, you are a mage, and that future has nothing to do with you." β
As he spoke, he recited the spell of the Ice Breaker.
With a fluctuation of cold magic power, suddenly, above Andre's head, an ice pick about a meter high and extremely sharp at the bottom was condensed in the blink of an eye.