Three days later, at midnight, the five arrived at the pilgrims' hideout, a treacherous valley. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The valley was lit up with fires, and it can be assumed that there were several fires burning in it, and the prayers of the pilgrims echoed throughout the valley.

Climbing over the low hill, they carefully crouched on the cliff and looked down, and in the open space below the cliff stood a dozen people in black monks' robes, holding up the wooden staff in their hands, their faces covered with their low hoods, and their mouths uttered a long chant: "The night is long, the light is short, the darkness comes, God bless all the people, the holy fire is fierce, burn all the evil, sharpen my Jingo, cut down the demons and ......"

In front of them were seven or eight bound men and women, and behind them was a blazing fire.

"I'm going down and seeing, waiting for my signal. Niza pulled out a handful of pocket binoculars, handed them to Tea, and slid quietly down the valley, sneaking towards the spot where the fire was spreading.

Mo Cha scanned all visible places with his binoculars, and when his perspective shifted to the middle of the fire, he actually shuddered.

"What's wrong, what ...... you see"

"See for yourself!"

He handed Merck the binoculars in his hand, then gritted his teeth and removed the scimitar behind his back, vowing to kill all the pilgrims with his own hands.

When Merck inspected the situation in the fire and the charred stumps beside the fire, he was also moved, who had always been calm.

"These dark cultists, now they are being burned at the stake, and those who are burned to death are innocent civilians, they are really inferior to beasts!"

The masked man disagreed, as if it wasn't cruel enough for him, and only reminded: "Be calm, for your rash actions will expose Niza." Wait for his signal first, and then vent your anger. ”

Although everyone wanted to kill them directly, they felt that the masked man's worries were very reasonable, so they put up with it for the time being.

The black-clothed priest himself checked the ropes of the captives to make sure they could not break free, and then returned to his place by the campfire to take the roast meat handed to him by the other man in black.

"When are we going to take down the castles of those noble lords?" the man who handed the barbecue sniffed his barbecue, his messy beard covering half of his face, "We can't do it alone." ”

"Are you doubting the true god?" The black-clothed priest put down the roast meat in his hand and looked at the beard, his eyes reflected the jumping campfire, and the coat of arms woven with red silk threads on his chest also shone with the campfire.

"How come," the bearded man cowered under the gaze of the black-clothed priest, "Aren't you all in a hurry to realize the vision of the true god, and it is our wish to reforge a new order." ”

"The true god Medius foresaw the destruction of those corrupt nobles," the black-clothed priest said in a low voice, staring at the leaping flames, "The legendary heroes are about to appear, and they will lead thousands of ironclad heroes to destroy the enemy's castle and forge a new world for the arrival of the true god!"

Rustling, Niza leaned in the shadows of the rocks, and the patrolling believers, dressed in ill-fitting ring armor and carrying a light crossbow on their backs, passed by him.

The captives on the far left of the fire were three men, dressed only in woollen sweaters for armor, stained with blood, leaning against each other and occasionally moaning lowly, the older ones had well-trimmed beards, the younger one had only a beard on his chin and two pigtails, and the other had a mustache; next to them was a fat dying man muttering something in a low voice, a slave with a brass collar knelt beside him with dull eyes, two men in front of the fire, but they couldn't see clearly with their backs to the fire, but their figures did not look like anyone he knew; to the right of the fire were three girls, two blondes, one brunette, leaning together and sobbing.

The name of the true god they spoke of, of course Niza, as a bard, knew a lot, but he always thought it was just a story of legend.

"We'll go after a little rest," said the black-clothed priest mumbly, the burnt beef tumbling in his mouth, "we can rest early at dawn, but let's not delay too long in the evening, the high priest is still waiting for us to bring back enough sacrifices." After crossing the You River to the east, we will be able to return to the camp in five days, and then everyone will have a good rest, and when the high priest successfully opens the passage, it will be the beginning of the arrival of the new world, you are meritorious men, and the benefits in the future will be indispensable to you, fiefdoms, women, money, whatever you want. Baron Saige, how does it sound? Maybe I'll get you an earl, hehe......"

"Listen!" the unkempt bearded Saige tilted his ear, "it looks like someone!"

In the valley, Niza sneaked up behind a bluestone, on which stood a pilgrim, who quickly dragged his target to the ground and sliced the man's throat with another blow.

He examined the bodies of the pilgrims and picked up their iron rods and continued on his way. A figure flashed from the high ground on the other side, and he ignored it for the time being, but hurried to the middle of the valley.

When he found out that it was burned at the stake, he was furious. The iron rod was picked up and the gravel on the slope was shattered, and the splash of debris and smoke was the signal for the beginning of the action.

When the signal was given, he was also exposed to the vision of all the pilgrims, and more than a dozen enemies rushed towards him in an instant.

Wiggins and the others on the high ground saw this situation with the help of binoculars, so they collectively charged, and Mo Cha also jumped off his horse, and the group slid down the hill and went straight to the battlefield.

By this time, Niza and the Dark Pilgrim had already begun to fight, and he swung his iron rod and charged at the enemy in front of him.

Wiggins and Mocha also rushed down the hill to join the battle against the cultists.

Although the five of them were all top-level mercenaries with agility except for Mo Cha, they could not resist the enemies that came at the same time.

The five were huddled together in the battle, and a large group of cultists surrounded them from all sides, but they were too pressured to act rashly.

"Surrounded on all sides...... About forty people......" After a quick glance, Mo Mo Cha reminded.

"Wiggins, what are we going to do, kill them or wait here for them to come and die!" Merck clenched her gun and excitedly asked Wiggins for advice.

Wiggins snorted coldly and threw the two broken sticks in his hand, piercing the chests of the two enemies, causing them to take a few steps back in fear.

"At least give me a sword, or I won't be able to protect myself. Niza spun her dagger in the palm of her hand and smiled helplessly.

"Who is as bold as you, just give someone a sword when they meet, take it and use it. Mo Cha sneered, and handed his cutlass to Niza.

"It's a pity that I don't know how to use a knife, so keep it for myself. Niza refused the offer of tea.

Merck handed her dagger to Niza and said, "I'll have to fight with all my might, so I won't need this sword." ”

Niza took the short sword, waved it a few times, and said gratefully, "Thank you for the sword! It's time to fight, take care of yourself!"

The bloody battle soon began, and as the pilgrims were filled with fear of Wiggins and Merck, the two who charged ahead were "taken care of".

A dozen enemies surrounded the two of them, and the remaining enemies rushed towards Niza, Mocha, and the masked man.

In the heat of battle, the fearless Wiggins wielded his weapon and used his skillful fighting skills to cut down cultist after cultist.

Merck and Niza also had the opportunity to show their strengths, only to see the two of them sword and sword, ignoring the dozens of enemies in front of them as nothing, calmly waving the weapons in their hands to kill the enemies one by one.

Mo Cha hides behind them, taking care of the lone cultists, and finally shields them all with arrows fired by the masked man. (To be continued.) )