At night, Artis led people to gallop on uninhabited land. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because the wild in this world is too dangerous, compared to the previous life, there are very few people who stay in the wild at night, which also adds a little convenience to Artis and his party.

However, even so, with the blessing of divine magic, the thousands of troops are not covered up by saying that they can be covered up. Even if there is silence under his feet and fits in with the surrounding environment, the unique aura condensed by more than a thousand warriors in the dark still makes the knights in the opposite manor faintly aware of it.

"Huh?" Sensing this qi, several knights who were patrolling the manor were suddenly stunned and looked outside.

In their perspective, they saw that in the outside world, huge shadows were gradually coming, although there was no sound, but a little bit of awe-inspiring murderous aura kept coming, making them involuntarily raise their heads.

"Enemy attack!" The next moment, a powerful sound sounded in the manor, quickly causing a reaction in this place.

This speed is actually very fast. This is because of the chaotic situation in this world, the mixed world of ghosts and monsters, etc., which makes the knights here have a very high quality.

"Have you noticed something wrong?" Sensing the commotion faintly coming from the distance, Artis said.

In his eyes, after this turmoil, the originally silent and scattered luck in the manor began to fluctuate, trying to unite to resist the enemy attacking from afar.

It's a pity that at this distance, it's hard to react.

Seeing that the other party had already reacted, Ardis no longer concealed it, and blessed the army with divine light on the spot, and then charged directly.

At this time, the enemy was horrified to find that at some point, so many enemies had gathered below.

At this time, after Nadir left, in addition to the manpower lost in the mountains and fields, Artis still had more than 4,000 men. Charging together at this moment, that murderous aura was shocking.

Without any surprise, the army rushed directly into the manor, but the inside of the manor was only hundreds, and such a disparity in power made the battle extremely clear.

In this extremely disparity of contrast, the knights on the opposite side gathered in one place, blocking the intersection and resisting, hoping to block the march of Artis and the others.

Seeing that the other party chose to rally and resist instead of taking advantage of the night to defend his lord and escape, Artis was also relieved.

In fact, the most difficult part of this battle was not to defeat the enemy, but to prevent the enemy from escaping.

If the other party chooses to flee immediately when he finds Artis, then Artis will have a headache. After all, if the other party escapes, then the news of the arrival of Artis and the others may be known by the major lords in the Principality of Brooke, and at that time, they will face a dilemma.

However, when the opposing knight chooses to fight, the situation can no longer be reversed.

As the battle progressed, one by one the knights were killed under the siege of the army, with a bloody color.

Seeing this scene, faintly, there were people behind him who wanted to escape, but they were surrounded by Artis, who had been prepared.

After a while, as the battle ended, Bazel walked up to Artis with a little blood.

Behind him, a nobleman was tied up and his mouth was covered.

"Your Highness, this is the local baron, who was about to escape before, but was blocked by me. Bazel knelt down on one knee and said.

To this, Artis nodded.

"Take it down and let the priests interrogate. He looked at the other party's attempt to speak, and said softly.

So under the other party's unwilling and resentful eyes, Bazel dragged him down, leaving only a little blood stain in place.

Looking at the other person's back, Artis turned and looked in the other direction.

There, another battle is taking place.

Compared to Artis, the battle at Nadir was very easy.

The main combat power in the entire territory is in the lord's manor, which is served by Artis, and there are only some ordinary guards in the town, and there are a few sparse knights.

And this person is a little reluctant to even deal with the priests such as Bill who are lurking in the dark, let alone Nadil.

With the help of Bill and other priests, Nadir took the town without much effort, and then quickly took over the various places under the guidance of the various devotees.

This is also the disadvantage of the world where knights prevail.

In addition to professional warriors such as knights, other warriors and militia need to be recruited in advance, and once there is an emergency, it will be too late to recruit and be caught off guard by the other party.

"General Nadir, where's Your Highness?" asked Bill as he looked at Nadir in front of him after completely occupying the town.

Behind him, several red-robed priests looked at Nadir eagerly, a little urgently.

"His Highness took people to the manor, and he must have succeeded at this time. Nadir looked at the many sacrifices in front of him and said.

"However, with the end of that over there, Tomorrow the Lord should come here to make rounds. ”

To this, Bill and the others nodded.

That night, with the assistance of many sacrifices and devotees, Nadir sent people to completely control the entire town, and cleared up some hooligans and ruffians who took advantage of the opportunity to cause chaos, so that the town was calm again for a while.

It's just that, under this calm, a little bit of a solemn atmosphere is shrouded.

On the second day, Artis will bring people to the town.

At this time, after getting the news of Artis's imminent arrival, in front of the town, countless people were waiting.

At the forefront, there were Nadir and Bill, and a few officers, but more of them were priests, some of them wearing white robes, some of them wearing red robes, but they all wore the sacrificial emblem and had a serious face.

Among these people, there are old and young, the old are like old people, and the young ones are only more than ten years old, but they are all fanatical and pious, looking closely ahead.

When the figure of Artis appeared in their eyes, everyone's hearts suddenly shook, as if something in the dark was pulling their hearts and making them throb.

In their perspective, in front of them, on the body of the handsome and extraordinarily handsome, with faintly golden pupils, a divine power thousands of times larger than them was brewing and fluctuating, and an incomparably pure natural aura was faintly surging, as if a supreme will was sleeping in its body.

The more powerful the sacrifice, the more it can be felt.

And in the induction of Bill's yellow-robed sacrifice, in the body of Artis in front of him, a boundless divine power that conquered all worlds and suppressed heaven and earth was permeating, with terrifying natural divine power, which made his heart shake and he couldn't help himself.

Facing the fanatical gaze of many sacrifices, Artis quietly walked forward, and as the distance got closer, everyone's senses became clearer and clearer.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Artis looked at a corner suspiciously, and under the transcendent sense of the gods, he faintly sensed a somewhat familiar gaze.

And in the corner where Artis looked, an old man stood alone, alone, looking a little lonely.

It was an old man, dressed in a somewhat torn red sacrificial robe, holding a crude but pure glowing emblem, his arms trembling with excitement.

He stood there, combing his traditional hair from the Northlands, looking very lonely, just looking at Artis in a daze, with tears in his eyes, with persistence and determination.

"Tree God!" he muttered to himself, looking at the handsome and compelling Ardis in front of him, and faintly, he seemed to see the incomparably majestic ancient tree in his heart.

As he thought, a little light of pure faith passed through the induction in the darkness to Artis's heart,

In the dark, a scene appeared before Artis's eyes.

It was the same scene when he first woke up one day decades ago.

At that time, he had just woken up, and because he was anxious to recover his divine power, he summoned the people of that tribe to come and worship, and successfully condensed the natural god position, taking the first step after awakening.

At that time, there must have been this old man among the surrounding clansmen.

He looked at the emaciated old man, and above his head, a little light of pure faith emerged, and a firm will was contained in it.

From this will, a belief that even if he fell into the abyss, even if he died in a foreign land, he would never give up, gently reflected on the thread of his faith, and constantly conveyed to the soul of Artis through some kind of connection.

Feeling this will, Artis looked at the emblem in the old man's hand.

The emblem looks very crude and simple, but it exudes a faint light, which is very extraordinary.

This is also a reason, at the beginning, because of the difficult conditions, the first batch of divine emblems were made very roughly, far less exquisite than the later production.

This old man was one of the first sacrifices, and later, in response to the oracle of Artis, he left behind the tribe where he had lived for countless years, and resolutely came to the southern city-state to preach, until today.

And among the southern city-states, there are many sacrifices like him.

Artis turned and looked at the sky.

At this time, under a certain unique induction, a little bit of blazing light gradually brightened up on the northern land, a little bit of firm, persistent light flickered, and a steady stream of it flowed behind him, turning into his most solid backing and cornerstone.

Feeling this scene, Artis couldn't help sighing, his originally stable spirit trembling slightly, and a little faint emotion came to his heart.