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Sergeant Sutter proudly pointed to the flames rising in the distance, and said to the fat officer behind him,

"My lord's oracle has made it very clear, tonight, the Pakan line will collapse, and this is also our mission! When the sacrifice is over, you and I will each take half of the fanatics, you go south, I go north, go to kill, go to destroy! Don't be merciful, we have no friends in this world!"

"Prophet Morn, I have a question!"

The fat officer asked respectfully,

"I beg all due respect, my ignorance prevents me from understanding my master's will, why do we want to destroy the Pakan Line? I don't question my master, it's just that both the front line of the Dragon Plain and the rich interior of the empire are much easier to deal with than the front line of Pakan, and besides, oil and water... No, no, I mean, there are more rewards for the church, like believers and so on. ”

"Yuria, you think a lot, this is very good, there is only a brute force warrior, the church is never lacking, what the master needs is someone like you and me, who can understand its greatness to the greatest extent, as for why you chose the Pakan front? It's very simple, it's a deal!"

"Deal?"

The fat officer named Yulia looked curiously at Sergeant Morn of Sartre, who smiled slightly,

"Yes, the deal, the deal that the master personally made with some powerful beings, do you know? At this moment, whether it is the Royal Palace of Lodal, or the Holy White Stone Castle, or the Sunset Swamp, or the depths of the World Island, all the important cities in the entire Western Continent have begun a round of counterattack, those who claim to be righteous have manipulated the entire world for too long, it's time for the evil to show up!"

"Ah, I see, but, what's in it for us?"

Yulia asked again.

Morn didn't answer quickly this time, he shook his head, and said to the fat officer Yulia as a senior,

"This was originally a secret, but you, who directly received the blessing of the master, are also qualified to know, the church of chaos! This is a group that has directly inherited the will of the master, we don't want wealth, we don't need prestige, we don't need worldly authority, we only want one thing, that is war, that is death, that is chaos, that is the collapse of order, that is destruction! But it is not complete destruction!"

Morn was melancholy like a poet at this time, and he turned and whispered to Yulia, who was looking at him,

"You know why, you are clearly a hypocrite, but will the master still give you strength regardless of his previous suspicions?"

"No..."

This is actually the master's attitude towards the world, and what he wants us to do, the world is like a drama for the master, and we are like the director of the play, and the master wants the drama to be more engaging, and that's our job, oh, yes, the master prefers tragedy, tragedy in every sense. ”

Yulia was stunned for a moment, in the first forty years of his life, probably no one would have answered the doctrine in this way, but after being stunned, he laughed again, because this church was not as evil as he thought.

And there is also this real strength, hehe, this deal, no loss!

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Base camp, to be precise, the base camp of the Hussar Knights.

It's not far from the hill fort, and it only takes about an hour to get there on a war horse, but there is a problem, like the hill fort, the base camp is built on a hillside, and its terrain is very high, so it becomes a little difficult to communicate with the ground level.

Although the reserve knights and the official knights who cultivated here often regarded climbing the road to the base camp on foot as a spiritual practice, to be honest, even the heralds who were interspersed back and forth on the Pakan Line were reluctant to come to the base camp, on the one hand, it was really inconvenient, and secondly, the guys here were too arrogant.

But this is also understandable, knights, these guys with noble titles, aren't they all like that, and if you really want to talk about it, the hussar knights have improved too much due to good military regulations and the example of their predecessors, and the arrogant atmosphere within them has been improved too much.

But that kind of indifference and indifference from the bones may also be the key obstacle to prevent these noble children and those big soldiers from further developing their comradeship, but this is certainly not the reason why the base camp is so cold now, in fact, just after the cavalry battalion of the Arnov Kingdom below the base camp caught fire and chaos, the reserve knights who were full of food and drink and were teasing each other were the first to go down to support.

However, they moved a little louder, and they forgot a little something, so when they slashed and killed a dozen cultists, and returned to the base camp with great satisfaction, a death chaos was approaching.

"Third team! Charge! Down with him!"

Reserve Knight Chief Arthur used the cavalry spear in his hand to block the punch of the monster that was covered in weird black smoke and sulfur fire, but the power of this punch also made him and his Nord war horse take several steps back, at this moment, the guerrilla knights had formed a charging formation, 7 knights lined up in three rows, roaring, with sharp riding spears, with huge kinetic energy, slammed into the waist of the three-meter-high monster.

When the last of the spears was plunged into the monster's skull, it finally let out a shrill howl, and like a collapsed pillar, it fell heavily to the ground, smashing up a cloud of dust, and its pungent filthy blood flowed like a stream on the bloody earth.

After a hard battle, the knights who finally opened the gate and blocked it gathered together to discuss the next step.

"These things must have killed all the people inside! Damn! We've been tricked by them!"

A knight lifted his helmet and rudely spat out a mouthful of saliva with blood, and slapped it heavily on the palm of his hand.

"If I had known, I would have left half of the people here!"

"Crewe, it's worse than you think!"

Arthur touched his chest, and the punch he had just made him a little angry, and his tone was silent.

"Look over there, Crewe, the entire Pakan line is in disarray! Those guys are going to destroy this line!"

"Blow the trumpet!

When a knight standing next to Crewe heard this, he immediately beckoned his squire to blow the dragon horn and gather the surrounding reserve knights, his actions apparently acquiesced in Arthur's approval, who only blinked his eyes and said to Crewe and the leaders of the other reserve knights,

"It's too late for us to go to the rescue now, I hope the mages of the White Stone Society can act quickly, our primary goal is to recapture the base camp, this place has never been contributed in the past hundred years, don't forget the bravery of the twelve knights forty years ago, we can't let this fortress fall into the hands of those ghosts!"

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