The room was silent, and the knights were the orthodox nobles of Bretonnia, but they weren't stupid.

Will you lose your status, your territory, and return to the wilderness to continue your adventure, or will you try to survive this year by relying on Lakcha's faith?

And the most empty heart here is still Bayer, the so-called Lakcha's belief is almost pushed up by himself, he himself does not believe!

As a materialist, I am very resistant and disbelieving in the face of the plot of defeating vampires with faith.

But given the limitations of the times, without faith, those peasants would not even be able to take up arms.

In this way, at the sound of an order, magistrates, knights, lords, and clerks everywhere vigorously promoted the Lakcha sect.

Its doctrines, beliefs, and the main functions of this sect are all to be carried out around the abundance of martial virtues, the defeat of heresy, and the good health.

Emphasis is placed on helping brothers and sisters, helping fellow believers in this sect, emphasizing that toxins are a gift from the goddess, and emphasizing that the foundation of faith is a strong body.

And the toxin from the swamp is holy water, which can exorcise demons and ward off evil spirits and destroy everything.

Already filled with a popular base, the Lakcha sect was spread out in an instant, even affecting the Fort of Entrat.

Individual believers even began to preach the concept that the Holy Grail was cloudy, that the knights were no longer there, and that it was up to the Lakcha followers to start the concept of a new world.

At the same time, there is a growing conflict with the Necromancy, as merchants begin to raise the price of food as transportation costs increase.

Lacking food, the village began to run its own business, which was then killed by zombies and skeletons.

The resentment of man and the immortal burns in contradictions, and the ashes left behind by them are sprinkled on the soil that nurtures the faith of Lakcha, and it becomes more and more fertile.

Under such circumstances, the dwarves entered the city gates dressed in skeletons and zombie remains.

It took three months for the dwarves to craft the plate armor and weapons.

One of them, a dwarven ranger named Bardeen, swore and cursed.

"Valea's helmet! Fierce man, your territory is very poor, and they are all dead. ”

"There are vampires who have taken a fancy to your territory, and I hope the dwarven armor can help you get through the difficulty!"

Byer received them in the hall, but in the current situation, these lovely diehards couldn't make Byer's heart happy.

He stroked the silver plate armor sent by the dwarves, feeling the cold, sturdy texture on it.

"Thank you, but didn't I say you don't need to make beard armor?"

Byer pointed to the piece of iron on his helmet that protected his beard, the only thing that was even welded to it with meteoric iron.

The whole armor is rotten, and this piece of beard armor is probably fine.

And the thought that he might have a few gold coins to spend on protecting his beard made him suffer a heart attack.

Bardeen laughed, causing the other dwarves to laugh heartily.

"No beard?!"

"Haha Thank you! ”

At this moment, Bayer deeply felt what is the generation gap in the degree of civilization.

Bair sent the dwarves away, and during this time the castle was on high alert, and even the soldiers who had served as mercenaries for the merchants were recruited, but Bair did not dare to divide his forces to escort them away.

The dwarves didn't mind, though, as they were self-reliant, and they took the path of an underground fortress.

However, a large number of ranged weapons ordered earlier have also arrived in Bair's territory, and in the next possible war, this group of treasures may be more important than that batch of plate armor.

Four trebuchets were placed in the south of the city, two and the ballista that killed the trolls was also at the south gate, leaving one each on the east and west walls.

The stone could be purchased directly, and during this time Baier let the farmers practice their accuracy in shooting at distant objects.

The plate armor was also worn by the soldiers, and the glittering silver armor was like a god descending from the heavens.

It would have been better if he hadn't had the beard armor that distressed Bair, and his own soldiers were all young and middle-aged, and they didn't even have a long beard to protect it.

The newly arrived crossbow bolts and the longbows of the city were distributed to the peasants, because in consideration of the need for large-scale defense, the two hundred men who had previously trained the peasants were now promoted to commanders.

On the one hand, they had a very tacit understanding with the peasants, and on the other hand, they were full of war experience.

Many others were distributed to villages to become commanders.

Only a hundred men were left under the direct command of Bayer.

But this is not a weakening, on the contrary, the defense of the entire territory has increased a lot, and excellent commanders are far better than excellent soldiers.

The sound of crossbow arrows and longbows piercing through the castle's training grounds was something that most of the lords of Bretonnia were not qualified to do.

Let the peasants practice archery, what a luxury.

Whether it was a dwarven crossbow or a good longbow, the knights could not use it, but the peasants could hardly afford it.

To be offered by the lord? Why?

It's just a peasant!

So most of the peasant archers in Bretonnia really didn't have the right amount of accuracy.

And Byer's strategic deployment is not perfect, for example, the toxins stored in the castle can only be obtained by regular transportation, and although the Swamp is inexhaustible, if the city is sealed by the undead, the toxins will be used up quickly.

The venom that can decay flesh in the swamp is also highly poisonous to the undead, and the strategic effect it can produce should be good.

In addition, there are many villages in Changhu Ling, and Bayer is not sure if he can defend them all.

But he's done his best, and all that's left is to hope that the necromancy is just worrying about himself...

At the same time, in the church of Ranard, the monks who had been serving the god and many ordinary people listened to a handsome pale man speaking a speech full of personal thoughts.

"Byer. Door. Baie is the source of the spirits of the dead, who bring calamity and suffering. ”

"Many fools do not understand that he and the Lakcha whom his followers worship are evil gods of chaos who have bewitched the great king and obtained the title of duke."

"Green Tide is also a lie, he picked up so many ears on the battlefield and killed the former Duke of Long Lake."

"We're going to let the undead cleanse the city and let the evil Bair. Door. Baie is killed by the Discord monster he summoned, for Bretonnia! ”

One hundred calls, all the voices. "For Bretonnia!"

After they dismissed, the man walked to a cubicle and wiped a crystal ball clean.

Said in a respectful tone, like the crystal ball.

"My lord, the opening ceremony is ready."

The crystal ball emerges as a pale man with the appearance of an old man, whose name would surely be exclaimed if a battle-hardened Bretonnian knight passed by.

Heinrich Kemler!