Negotiations? Yes, negotiations!

This is the solution that Wendthor came up with by the bishop who was irresponsible and forced to come to investigate and collect information about the Arcanist.

Do a good job of on-site command? Can't cause serious casualties? Damn the abyss, I don't even know how many arcanists are hiding in the volcano, how to do a good job of commanding? How to prevent casualties? If there is really a third-level powerhouse hiding in the volcano, and a powerful spell comes down, it is a question whether or not you can find your own wreckage!

Since the Bishop's order was only to gather information, Wendthor simply laid out the carriage and horses, and openly met with the arcanists on the volcano to negotiate!

The outcome of the negotiation does not matter, as long as enough information is gathered here to make a difference. Leading dozens of Holy Knights, Windsol made a detour to the village of Little River, along the black lava passage opened by Bahrain.

Along the way, there are charred stumps of charcoal trees, which stretch to both sides of the black road. From time to time, there were several charred beast corpses, and black crows waited for their scarlet eyes to feast unbridledly.

"Quack...... The ominous chirping of crows filled the almost dead silence of the apocalyptic scene. The carcasses of the beasts soaked in the heavy rain emitted a sour smell of decay, and flies buzzed around the wreckage, which was disgusting.

Frowning deeply, he came to the range of the volcano with trepidation along the way.

Rows of crudely built wooden houses line up the hill in a messy row, and in the distance, you can see the smoke rising into the sky, and the dark smoke from the eruption of the crater!

At this moment, Bahrain was still immersed in the perception inside the volcano, and he didn't notice that a powerful Holy See Order had come under his nose!

The area near the volcano was the most devastated, with not even a single tree stump still standing in sight. As far as the eye can see, the ground is pitch black.

Without shelter, there is no need to arrange sentry scouts. Halfway up the mountainside, there are a few things that seem to barely be called watchtowers.

Relying on such a rough building, it is enough to play the role of a lookout and warning. A few thick clouds of smoke lit up at the right time, and it was only after ten minutes that the distant camp gradually showed signs of panic gathering.

"A rabble!" the appointed temporary Knight Captain pursed his mouth in disdain, and his heart, which had been enveloped by the tremendous pressure caused by the large group of high-level arcanists he had imagined, was somewhat relieved.

"Rolf, go and inform the other party of our intentions! remember to be humble!" Wendthor stopped, turned his head to Rolf, and then looked at his knights: "We will wait here to show the sincerity of the negotiation!"

Ignoring Rolf's ugly face, he began to command everyone to dismount and station.

Things went unexpectedly well, and it wasn't long before Rolf returned with a beaming face.

"Father, they have agreed to negotiate with us!" Rolf could not resist announcing the great news.

"Hoo ......"

"That's good! That's good!"

"I don't have to die......

......

A group of probationary knights who had been temporarily recruited to investigate an ordinary werewolf attack all looked relieved.

Even the official Holy Knight couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"Tell me what you saw in the camp!" Wendsol was naturally not exempt from vulgarity, and after learning that the other party was willing to negotiate, his nervous mind that had been tense instantly relaxed, and it was only because of the majesty of the leader that he deliberately restrained himself from asking with an immobile expression.

"It's just women and children!Depending on the situation, the Arcanists should all be on the volcano!" Rolf struggled to remember what he had seen. It's just that when I went, I was so nervous that I didn't pay attention to the observation at all, and when I came back, because of the sudden surprise, I just wanted to rush back to show my merits, and I also forgot to observe. At the moment, I can only try my best to recall and organize the language, and I just hope that my immediate boss will not find out about my mistakes.

Listen quietly to Rolf's upside-down narrative, most of which are repetitive words. Wendsol, who had been in the intrigue of the Holy See for many years, soon understood the truth of the matter.

I sighed secretly in my heart, Rolf has a lot of ambitions, but after all, he is still younger, and he is not calm enough!

At this point, apart from secretly blaming himself for not sending him to the outpost mission, he has generally succeeded!

"Let's go! put away all the weapons, and put a smile on my face one by one!" Wendthor admonished, and then turned on his horse and walked towards the camp first!

The chaotic camp gradually became clearer in sight! The young midshipmen even began to look forward to the fact that they and others had accomplished a dangerous mission, won the reward of the Holy See, and were able to return home.

Rolf's sudden promotion really stimulated these young people who were still immature.

"Hey, we're all going to make a big deal this time! Rolf, this guy is said to rely on ......... Hey, hey, hey!" a young midshipman muttered to his comrades on his horse.

"Shhhhhh

Raising an eyebrow, the understanding young knight nodded. Sit up straight on the back of the horse again!

"Be careful! Don't let your guard down!" The official knight on the side scolded dissatisfiedly: "You rookies, this is an enemy-occupied area after all!"

"Yes!" The rookies who exchanged their ears said one after another! Although they are young, they are not fools, and they naturally understand that what their predecessors have taught is not wrong! They and the others are indeed a little carried away!

Father Wendthor, who was at the front of the line, didn't care about the rookies behind him. I've been engrossed in observing the camp that is gradually becoming clearer ahead!

"Not quite right...... Wendsol's brows gradually furrowed again, and he muttered to himself in a low voice!

"There's something wrong!" said the Temporary Knight Captain, who was beside him, in the same deep voice!

"Do you think they're making a transfer?" Windsor raised his whip and pointed in the direction of the camp, his tone suddenly becoming solemn!

"Transfer, transfer, you mean......" The makeshift knight munched on the priest's words, suddenly startled!

"No! it's a trap!" Windthor exclaimed, turning his horse's head and preparing to flee back!

"What's wrong?"

"What's the situation?"

"Are you saying there is a trap?"

"Is it dangerous?"

......

The rookies of the apprentice knights who fell behind looked at each other blankly! The veteran soldiers had already come back to their senses one after another, and hurriedly turned their horses' heads!

However, it seems to be too late!

Bang!

A sky-shaking explosion came from the crater, and in the frightened eyes of a group of clergy of the Holy See, a thick and thick smoke rose into the sky!

Then the earth began to shake, and fiery red magma erupted from the crater into the sky, reflecting the entire sky as if it were turning red.

The horses let out a frightened, neighing wail......