The sun had just come out and the bells rang.

The bell rang so continuously that it could be heard for ten miles around.

"It's time to pray!" a horse neighed, and a loud voice came out.

With this voice, the people in the nearby wooden houses all got up one after another, as if they had been prepared, and lined up to the temple.

It can be seen that around this town, probably in Quanmi, there is no fog. Beyond the blade, the fog is like a wall, obscuring everything.

The main hall of the stone shrine was originally dark, but at this time, there was a holy light on the statue and the altar, although it was faint, but it warmed the hearts of everyone standing here.

Kanrongpa, Lecius, and Fibbit were followed by five priests, and then the lord of the land, Baron Salant, Haboba.

After that, there are ordinary believers.

"My lord Romon is the god of nature, the god of punishment, God maintains nature and the world, punishes everything that destroys nature, wind, fire, earth and water, all in the power of God.

The believers praised and prayed, and after several months, the faith had basically stabilized.

The splendor of the temple, the magnificence of the palace, and the terrifying dragon all show the power of the gods, so the faith still has a certain piety.

With the prayer, a trace of white spiritual power, invisible to the naked eye, converged into an extremely thin band of light, and through a certain way, it was transmitted to a certain space. In Shennongjiao, golden light is sprinkled all over everything.

50,000 acres of space, the forest is full of green leaves, the world tree is 30 meters high, shrouded in a beautiful halo, a small branch. The white light converged into a spark on the branches, and the branches absorbed the power without hesitation, and almost at the same time, the elemental power of wind, fire, earth and water was also pulled and condensed here.

Then it transformed into a pale golden light, which was the root of the divine arts, the holy power, and they followed certain paths, in a certain direction, and returned to it.

When the prayers were over, the common believers withdrew, and the priests, as well as the lords, and the powerful warriors, stayed there.

"Lord Baron Salant, it's February, spring has come, and we're planting autumn wheat. Before the harvest in June, there is some free, please indicate our actions. Johnson said, as a close confidant of the lord, as a fourth-level warrior. He is now part of the armed forces of the entire territory

"Lord Baron Salant, although we have a magnificent town, the population is too small, and the fog outside is only a distance away from the license. We're going to expand our space, and that's what people say.

"Bishop Kannopa. What about your opinion? Haboba asked about the temple, and since Khamrongpa was the first priest, he deservedly became the bishop of the place.

"You're right, it's society, spreading the glory of our Lord," Bishop Kannompa said with a serious expression.

For the priests of God, it is their responsibility to expand the believers, and for some time. The church already has eight pastors, which is far more than the need for the current elite and must and can expand the congregation.

After a pause, he said, "At the beginning of the war, I will lead the priest with the army to heal the believers of my god." ”

That's enough.

Haboba burst out laughing and said, "Johnson, tell me about the recent situation. ”

"Yes, the most powerful force in our vicinity. There is no doubt that it is the Count of Buttlet, who owns the city and has a long history, but it seems that something has changed recently, the original Count of Buttley and his eldest son died, and the second son inherited the position of the earl, but the strength has been greatly damaged, and it is not clear if it is specific. ”

"Therefore, we can take advantage of this opportunity to do something to the three surrounding villages, which should not cause interference. ”

"Tell me about the situation in the three villages. ”

"Yes, Lord Baron, the weakest is the village of Little Rock, with a population of about four, followed by the village of Vigan, with a population of the old and right, and finally the village of Simon. It's almost the end of the town. It is also the most populous. There were five hundred men, and it was not easy to attack

Speaking of which, Johnson hesitated.

"What, what else to say?. Haboba immediately observed and frowned.

"My lord, in the town of Simon I heard the name of our lord Romon tower. ”

"Oh, is this town also our brother (parishioner)?" said Haboba, with some surprise.

"Nope. It doesn't seem to be, they say, it seems to be a druid, or someone who calls himself a druid. Johnson said, "And, I heard a legend about exchanging grain for trees. ”

"Johnson, tell me all about your investigation!" said Bishop Kampa solemnly.

"Yes, Your Excellency." Johnson explained everything about Romon in that village, and pointed out the inexhaustible food.

"It must be my lord himself who has come to clear the way for us and to show us miracles!" said Bishop Khamampa at once, "In this case, my lord, we can use the miracles and spread the faith by sending two priests to the town." In this way, it will be of great benefit to us to spread glory and expand our territory

"It's a matter of faith, then your sword, yes, in the missionary process. The other two villages, you can attack first, Bishop Kannongpa said.

"Yes, yes. At the same time, we can send pastors to Simon's town to preach and master the internal response. In this. Time, annexing the other two villages, Haboba immediately made up his mind.

Xiaoshi Village and Weigan Village, with a combined population of 2 people, are also easy to attack and digest, and after attacking and digesting, it is not too late to deal with Simon Town.

"When are the troops?" asked Bishop Kannompa.

"It's tomorrow!"

"That's good. Phobit. You take two priests with you. Five soldiers. Went on a missionary trip to Simontown. Try to master a batch of internal responses within half a year. ”

"Yes, Bishop, I will do my best to spread the glory of God!" replied Fibbit in a loud voice.

The next day, in the early hours of the morning, Bishop Khamrongpa followed the troops.

With the town protected by dragons, Haboba had no worries about the safety of his territory. This mobilization, which has already mobilized a team of a hundred people, is the entire force of the town.

"The fog is so big!" At this time, the sun came out, and the fog had not yet dispersed, but he had the experience of marching in the fog. It does not matter.

Mercedes all morning. Rested for noon. In the afternoon, turning a hill, I approached my new territory.

"Look, my lord, this is Koishi Village!" Looking down from the hill, the sun was still shining, and the eyes suddenly became flat.

The low hills are gently undulating. The flat land below is lush and green, and the farmland is scattered. The stream is babbling and the fence is formed by a wooden fence.

From the hills, looking down, the village is indeed small.

"My lord, how do you fight?" Johnson asked, on his side, most of them were actually the children of the nobles of the original territory, so they all had ancestral martial arts and knowledge, and it was not a problem to deal with the small village at all.

"I used the fireball technique first, blasted open the gate, and then took it in one fell swoop. Haboba said simply.

This method is simple and effective.

"Yes!" Johnson immediately responded.

"By the way, Your Excellency, the casualties that occurred during the crackdown, and the pacification

"Lord Baron. We'll leave it to us. Bishop Kannompa said.

"So. Charge!" Haboba mounted his horse, and then rushed straight down from the hills, and with him, hundreds of people also rode down at the same time.

Along the way, Haboba had been silently preparing, and when he approached the wooden fence for a hundred meters, he pointed sharply.

"Boom!" a fireball landed on the gate. Suddenly, the wooden gate exploded into the sky.

Almost at the same time, the sound of sirens in the village was also heard.

"Kill!" Johnson and their business below.

A militiaman who tried to intercept it, the long sword had already slashed down without hesitation!

"Whoa!" blood splattered.

"Bang!" There was also a militiaman, who was directly facing the humiliation of the horses, when the instant was as high as a blade meter, and the second war horse crashed directly into his body. There was a crunch in his ribs. And the man flew out like straw.

"Those who kneel on the ground will not be killed!" Johnson roared, and the horse neighed.

At this moment, perhaps it was the blacksmith of the village, a giant man roared angrily and came out of a house, holding an iron spine.

Johnson rode forward without hesitation, and with a "boom!" sound, the long sword and the iron spine collided. The man could not stand, rolled to the ground, and swung his sword again. Seeing the other party's frightened eyes, the face split in half, and the brains and blood flew into the air.

"Whoever dares to stand will be killed!" Johnson shouted, facing a standing man, another sword, blood splattered, and the head flew out.

Behind, the cavalry swarmed and galloped through the village.

The suppression was short and bloody, only ten minutes, and the whole village was quiet, except for a dozen corpses and villagers kneeling on the ground, only the sound of cavalry.

"Did it go well? By the way, were there any casualties?" Haboba was very satisfied with the result.

"Except for one soldier who was stabbed with a harpoon. There were no other casualties. Johnson reportedly said, satisfied with the fight.

"Very well, now, we will move all the food and wealth, as well as cattle, sheep, birds, and beasts, back to our town, disobedient!" "Yes, my lord, what about the village?"

"It's burned, it's a disaster, after it's burned, even if they want to go back, they can't go back, single or a few are in the fog, there is only one way to die!"

"Yes, sir!" Johnson immediately responded. The next moment, cries erupted and the village became lively.

After killing several more people, the villagers who were unwilling to leave their homes finally moved their things up with a cry, and then, smoke billowed out!

However, by the time the relocation was complete, a thick fog had shrouded it.

"Light Technique!" the four priests cast this magic spell, and four balls of light floated above the team. This phenomenon suddenly quieted down the villagers, who were still in a little commotion.

"Let's go, we have to do it before night. Arrived in our village!"