Finks slapped the snow on his body, and Shirley had already drawn a map based on Joe's description and reconnaissance. The young man held the red dragon giant sword in one hand to illuminate her, and with the other hand, he had already kneaded the mud and began to pinch the villain.

As the map became clearer and the clay figurines were in place, Lydia's vision became clearer: it was a chapel a few miles to the northwest. Lydia had lived in the Divine Capital for sixteen years, and had seen all kinds of chapels, but this was the first time she had seen such a shape with barracks, stables, weapons depots, and execution tables.

The whole building is surrounded by high walls, the gates are patrolled by soldiers, and the watchtower is full of archers, and it is more of a fortress or fortress than a chapel.

Apparently Trick took the opportunity to loot, not only for money, but also in an attempt to hoard private soldiers.

"The chapel is heavily guarded, and six alarm bells have been set up, and once they are sounded, all forces will be mobilized to suppress the rebellion." Joe and the homeless people looked at the map and pointed out some details, "In addition, he has five powerful bodyguards......

Cui Yi kicked the two headless corpses on the side of the wall and grinned, "In front of the prestige of the Princess of Fire, they are just fluttering wild ducks." ”

"There is a big difference in their strength, and these two are the weakest. Princesses are not to be taken lightly. Joe continued with a grim face, "One of them is Jeremy the 'Steel Whip Fang' who is in charge of guarding the chapel. The other, Monia, was Trick's personal bodyguard and the commander of the private soldiers. ”

The young man frowned and counted his fingers twice, "Jeremy, Monia, plus the two who died, it seems that there are not enough five?" ”

Joe and the outcasts grimaced, "We've only heard of a fifth man, but no one has ever seen him and doesn't know who he is. ”

"It's also possible that there isn't a fifth person at all." "Maybe it's just a trick that Trick has made up to scare people." ”

Everyone was silent, all eyes on Lydia.

Lydia suddenly asked, "Where is your soul pact hidden?" ”

The soul contract is the way in which the slave owner controls the slave in this world, as long as the soul contract is signed, even if he escapes to the ends of the earth, the slave owner will sense it. Only death can escape this endless pursuit.

Joe shook his head, "Maybe in Crocodile Village, in Trick's mansion." ”

Lydia had a vague headache. They were few in number, and if they divided their forces to attack both the chapel and the priest's mansion, the chances of victory would be even slimmer.

Her gaze involuntarily glanced at her, secretly hoping that what he said "I have" was a solution, not a difficulty.

Buxiao had been looking at the map proudly, as if sensing that Lydia was looking at him, and patted her on the shoulder and walked to the fireplace. In a puff of black smoke, he turned into a black dog, and under the shocked gaze of those homeless people and canine people, he lay on the ground and took a nap.

The scene was awkward for a while.

It wasn't until Lydia coughed a few times that they pulled their attention back as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Lydia's eyes were a little excited, a little nervous. She tried to emulate the words of the sword-wielding priests of the Holy Cross commanding the army, "Valor warriors, this broken world calls to you once again. ”

Wrapped in such a grand narrative, the outcasts and canines seemed to be stimulated to their potential, and even straightened their waists.

"Priest Trick is heavily guarded in both the chapel and the mansion, but he himself is a cowardly and incompetent bald rabbit." Lydia placed a clay figure on the forest path on the map, "Someone has escaped from the chapel tonight, and he will definitely inspect it tomorrow." When he gets to this road, we'll give him an ambush. ”

As she spoke, she picked up the clay figurines of the young man and Joe and placed them near the chapel, "The priest will definitely send someone to the chapel for help if he encounters an ambush." The two of you go here and stand by, and when they set out to rescue, when the army is empty, the inside and outside should break through the gate and save the villagers to return home and reunite. ”

Only two people to take down that chapel? Joe's face suddenly turned embarrassed, but Lydia whispered a few words in his ear, and Brother Joe's face immediately brightened, and he was ready to do a big job.

"From the intelligence point of view, the comfortable life in Crocodile Village for many years has made him neglect to take precautions." Lydia handed Cruise a bottle stuffed with strips of cloth, "You and Triy lead the others to the village and stand by. After the priest left, he used the 'blazing flask' to set fire to his mansion, and at the same time placed a large number of traps at the entrance and exit of his mansion. ”

Cruise let out a low growl and patted his chest to indicate that there was no problem at all.

After a full meal, they rested for a while, and waited for the dawn to set out. Only Lydia was always immersed in emotions and couldn't extricate herself, and she didn't feel any taste when she drank two bowls of rice porridge, and she didn't feel hungry or full. She even felt a sense of unreality in a dream, and couldn't help but quietly pinch her thigh a few times.

On the night she turned 16, she awakened to the memories of her past life.

It was a nightmarish memory, in which I was a good child in other people's mouths, living a life of vassalage to others, and finally lost everything and lost myself.

Since then, she has vowed that she must live on her own and live for herself in this life.

But she also understands that in this world, her background can only barely be regarded as a commoner, and the only possible chance to turn the tables is to become a general through military exploits, and maybe she can get some scattered fiefs.

In the past ten years, she has suffered and suffered many hardships, although she fantasizes about leading the Holy Cross army like a priest with a sword, but she has always been excluded by those noble warriors, and she has not even touched the power of the relying army.

But today, she finally got the chance to command the battle like a general – albeit on a slightly smaller scale and with some moisture in her debut as a conductor......

Thinking of this, she looked around, quietly shoved the half-page of parchment in her palm into her pocket, and a sly smile appeared on her face.

It was the moment he tapped her on the shoulder without a smile and stuffed it into her palm.

What an interesting person.

Lydia looked at the black dog lying by the fire, and wondered more and more about the story of this mysterious man.

As Lydia was smirking, the young man came out of the cellar with a basket of hard-shelled fruits the size of a fist, "Princess, here you are asking for something." What are these fruits for? ”

Lydia picked up a few fruits and placed them on the table, and asked him mysteriously, "People always call me 'Princess of Fire', do you know what kind of gun is and what kind of fire is fire?" ”

This is a passage often told by bards, and young people have long memorized it: "The gun is the 'Royal Shadowless Gun', and the fire is the 'Nine-Fold Thunderbolt'." ”

Lydia laughed bitterly, "It's all bards' stuff, and the gun I use is a normal spear, and that's what 'thunderbolt' is." ”

As she spoke, she poured gravel and gunpowder into the husk, and kneaded the soul stone powder with candle oil into a ball and stuffed it inside.

"I call it the 'Anti-Soul Mine,'" Lydia explained, holding the filled fruit, "Anyone within five steps of someone using the Soul Technique will trigger the soul chips inside and detonate the explosives inside......"

Before he could finish speaking, the young man had already ducked behind the counter like a rabbit with an arrow, and looked at Lydia from a distance in horror.

"Don't be afraid, I haven't activated the fuse yet." Lydia couldn't laugh or cry.