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It had been a long time since outsiders had arrived, and due to the demonic infestment, many of the chambers of commerce had stopped trading in the Rog camp, and several trade routes through the monastery had been overrun by demons, and the small towns and churches scattered in the mountains and green fields had to hold on and wait for the rescue of the professionals. However, the professionals suffered repeated setbacks and suffered a great loss of vitality, and even the two areas on the edge of Rog's camp, the "Blood Wasteland" and the "Cold Plains", could not be recovered, and they had no time to take care of the monastery in dire straits.

If you look closely, many of the pedestrians' faces are shrouded in gray, like a gloomy sky.

The hurried figure of the white-robed monk flickered from time to time, in fact, there were only some true believers, and the rest were ordinary people who had put on white robes and had not yet had time to recite the scriptures. This is actually quite normal, and mortals have chosen to seek solace in the church in the terrible age of magic and war.

The chant reverberated all the time, but the dead eyes hidden under the white robe did not wave.

In the empty street, there was a clear and neat sound.

The congregants of the church immediately stopped their recitations and looked at the end of the street in a daze. The horse's hooves were clattering, and a bright silver armor was unusually eye-catching, their bodies were strong, and the handsome white horses under them wore special armor, and their exposed eyes reflected the surprised faces of the local pedestrians and guards around them.

"They are?"

"The knight team that came from outside, it's all like this, what use can ordinary people have..."

"Look at the costume is Westmar's, didn't a few Westmar adventurers come some time ago, the camp is a double star."

"Don't be suspicious, the Church of Rosoo is an ally of the Duchy of Westmar, and these knights are here on a mission."

"Go up and ask?"

Several guards stopped the advancing Heroic Knights, and after some exchange, they were allowed to leave.

This group of silver-armored warriors who claimed to be the "Knights of Westmar" traveled thousands of miles through the Westmar Sea to reach the green mountains behind Canduras, and climbed over them to arrive here, and it was said that they were the direct troops of a certain Grand Duke, with important letters and missions.

They parked their horses at the foot of the steps of the church of Roso, leaving a few knights to look after them, some of them walking up the steps into the somewhat deserted church where the "plague" had broken out some time ago, and others walking to another part of the street, where the upper echelons of the Rog camp lived, and where the council office was located.

"It's a very demonic aura."

Arriving at the foul-smelling "Holy Spirit Lecture Hall", the leading blonde knight leaned down with bated breath, his hands emitting a misty white light, "Use bright silver paper to collect these traces of filth." ”

Receiving the order of the chief knight, several knights behind him let go of their sweaty hands that were clenching the hilt of their swords, and looked around vigilantly as they carried out the order.

Although they had been thoroughly cleaned with the "Purifying Holy Water", the knights could still detect the strangeness in the air, and in addition to the foul smell, there were many filamentous and extremely cold things. According to the understanding of the Westmar mage, those filaments are the fusion of evil breath and the soul of the dead, similar to evil thoughts and the like, once evil thoughts gather, they will turn into monsters "ghosts", sucking life and mana.

Evil thoughts are hard to dispel, and for mortals, only a pious and sophisticated priest can drive away these disembodied things.

Halfway through the collection, another figure entered the "Holy Spirit Lecture Hall", and the person who came was Nanya, one of the double stars of the camp.

"Chief Gabby Langdon."

The blonde knight was stunned, and according to the prestige, it was a little different from the expected face, her short brown hair was a little longer, hanging softly on her collarbone, with a lovely and delicate face, and there was a little girlish softness in the heroic.

She grew.

The illusion was only for a moment, but it kept echoing in his mind.

When Nania smiled helplessly, the blonde knight reacted in a panic and bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry, I wonder if Your Highness is okay?" ”

"She's fine, she's not here."

Nania waved her hand casually, her gaze swept to the other knights who were busy, and then asked, "Don't be so restrained, let me ask you, how many knights did my father send?" ”

Although she had expected this question for a long time, the golden-haired knight chief still couldn't hide the embarrassment on his face, and immediately changed his face to a concerned face, and replied respectfully: "Counting me, there are twenty-five armed silver knights, miss." ”

"The demons are raging so badly that we've fought them several times along the way, and Westmar is in an awkward position."

"I understand."

Nania nodded, glancing at the somewhat verbose knight, "In addition, I have to tell you that His Highness had a very unpleasant conversation with the Church of Luosuo, and His Majesty has not shown up, and if you want to obtain the 'Purifying Holy Water', you have to find other ways. The church is also very problematic, and these are very troublesome. ”

When the blonde knight heard this, he recalled some words that the bus gave him on his behalf when he set off, and couldn't help but smile slightly, "There is no need for 'purifying holy water', miss. ”

"We have better weapons."

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Camp Rog, Deliberation House.

After the two Rog professional teams that will assist the Purifiers were attacked by demons on the "Icy Plain" and successfully counterattacked, everyone was silent for a while.

Some people want to use this to test the attitude of others, and there are also people who don't care about the life or death of the professional and the purifier.

"What do you think about this, Mr. Wiblen?"

The red-haired Kashya gently tapped on the table, breaking the silence and turning his gaze to the white-robed old priest sitting on the other side of the table.

"This is a precious victory, and it proves once again the deadly effect of the 'Purifying Holy Water' on demons, and without our assistance, the ranks of pros would not be able to move an inch."

The white-robed old priest's eyes widened and he looked directly at Kashya, "I said before that only light can fight darkness. ”

"But there were still a lot of casualties."

Varif emphasized this point, his voice a little low, "As the demon's strength increases, the effectiveness of the 'Purifying Holy Water' is significantly weakened. Once the teleportation site in the Blood Wastes is built, the Evil Moon will come, and the Professionals will be the real force in the fight against the demons. ”

The battle was discussed partly for the distribution of the spoils of war and partly for the use of "purifying holy water".

In fact, many professionals have found signs of corrosion in their weapons and equipment after using the "Purifying Holy Water", which makes them very uneasy.

In addition, the Luosuo Church also wanted to use the momentum of "Purifying Holy Water" to make some waves, and as far as the top management of the Rog Camp knew, after this rare victory was announced, some professionals seemed to have fallen to the side of the Luosuo Church and began to favor fighting with the Purifiers.

The conversation continued, the flames of the torch burning silently in the shadows.