Time flies, and it's the end of the month in the blink of an eye.

In recent days, every time Innedil looks north from the railing, he feels a deep sense of powerlessness. He had done it, he could do it, but in the end it didn't help.

Of the seven legions of the New Army of Light, six poured out. In order to borrow the Desert Knights, he ceded the Northeast Theater to the San Setestian Empire. In the process of wooing the Torm merchants, the Holy See signed a series of unequal trade treaties.

But what do you get in exchange for all this?

The Snowton South Crusade took a slight blow, but only slightly. With their strong national strength, they quickly recovered their vitality, and the Central Route Army forced most of the Guangming New Army under the city of Severa. The Western Route Army marched step by step, Xu Tu counterattacked, and the shortcomings of the Torm mercenaries who were not good at fighting tough battles were exposed. The only good news came from the desert cavalry, which relied on the city of Leajci to make frequent sorties, which greatly delayed the rest of the enemy army.

But that's not enough. A battle on the plains is enough to wipe out the new army of light, and of course, the losses of the Snowdon South Expeditionary Army will inevitably be heavy, but as long as King Nacini makes up his mind, he can use this to lay the foundation for victory. Even if the remnants of the Bright Forces retreated to Severa, the lonely city would not be able to hold out for long. After all, the defenders' biggest reliance, the "Bright Ballista", has not yet been fully charged.

The enemy will then move south, the St. Ymas River will be crossed, and the vast hinterland of the Duchy of Ian will be completely exposed to Snowton's iron hooves. There is no danger to defend, which makes delaying the rapid advance of the enemy a luxury.

Time, Innedir needs time, the Holy See of Light needs time, he is so convinced of the Pale Lord. So much so that the white-robed archbishop. All hopes are pinned on the "coming of heaven".

All hopes, and last hopes.

It is this trust, the trust of a legendary professional, the archbishop of the Holy See, that makes the ministry a god of "deception" and "hypocrisy". Secretly enjoyed. The power of the god of hell comes from the dark side of the human heart, and the Pale Lord is one of the best at playing with human nature, weaving lies that he will completely destroy Innedir, and then draw on the power of it.

Unbeknownst to Innedir, he had been a plaything in the hands of the Pale Lord. He respects his mentor and trusts his mentor. The other party has never deceived himself, and he believes that this time will be no exception.

What a silly boy.

The Pale Lord stood on his white tower, and he had always studied the psychology of human gamblers. Today's Innedir, like a drowning man, will cling to the last straw. But when he was stunned to find that the straw was just a phantom of nothingness, he collapsed from the inside out. The taste is delicious.

"The 'Heavenly Cornerstone' magic circle explained by the teacher has basically been rehearsed. "For this reason, the soldiers and civilians of the city have given up their daily production and training, and the people have complained about this. ”

"You know what to do. The Pale Lord said indifferently.

Inedil nodded silently, one person or ten people, which is more important. He can still tell. The First Legion of the Bright New Army, which stayed behind in Ranken, could shut those guys obediently.

"How's the boys?" asked the Pale Lord again.

"In good health, in good condition, in line with your requirements. Innedil replied.

"Good. The Pale Lord nodded, "These children who are pure in body and mind will be the most suitable hosts for the Heavenly Heroes." ”

"Are those children going to die because of this?" Innedil asked, after a moment's pause.

"It's their fate. The Pale Lord glanced at him meaningfully, as if to admonish something.

"Yes," Innedil didn't want to think about it anymore, he casually picked up the paper on the jade case and changed the subject, "According to the information sent back by Severa, Nacini dismissed the dragon knight Davide from all military positions and expelled him from the camp of the Southern Expeditionary Army, never to be hired. ”

"Why?" asked the Pale Lord with interest.

"Davide slaughtered the civilians of a village and allowed the dragon to eat them. Innedir replied with a smile that this was rare good news.

"In the demigod race, the dragon is originally biased towards the evil camp, for them, humans are more delicious than cattle and sheep," the Pale Lord explained calmly, "After the 'Kingdom of Heaven comes', the aura will inevitably leak to the main plane, and at that time, the demigod race will usher in a large-scale awakening wave, and how to deal with the relationship with them is also a problem that must be considered." ”

"Ally with the good and make enemies of the evil. Innedil replied without thinking.

"The good ones don't necessarily fall to us, like the ancient trees, like the unicorns, they all prefer the elves," said the Pale Lord, "and the elves don't necessarily hide quietly in the forest, don't forget, they were once the masters of this continent." ”

"This continent belongs to the God of Light after all. Innedir's face was reverent, and the holy light fluttered around him, driving his garment to fly.

The Pale Lord squinted slightly, and in that holy light, there was a hint of imperceptible confusion.

Moon Song Forest.

Overkille stared at the map of the continent on the wall, his slender eyebrows slightly raised.

His gaze is fixed on the Torm Federation, the recent movements of this neighboring country, which are worth paying attention to. The major business lords are mobilizing private armies, forming gangs, and sharpening their knives, as if a civil war is brewing.

In that case, here's your chance.

He paced to the window and looked out at the rolling green sea, which seemed to pierce the canopy of the trees and saw the diligent archers and magicians. After a long break, the population of the elves gradually grew, and the number of warriors and mages also grew.

Almost every adult elf is a marksman who wears through the Yang at a hundred paces, and the elven mage who belongs to the "Qingquan Council" is the only formed mage unit on the mainland.

Unfortunately, there is still a lack of a warrior unit capable of charging into battle. Overkill thought to himself that the Ancient Trees were a good fit for the role, but they were too few in number, and there were other more important uses.

"Teacher, teacher......" At this moment, a gray forest owl flew in from the window with fluttering wings, and immediately fell to the ground, transforming into a raunchy elven mage.

"I've found another Ancient Spell. He exclaimed excitedly, his face gray and green, and his robes in tattered shape, in stark contrast to the personable Overkill.

"Oh, let's hear it. Overkill, trying to resist the urge to beat him up, said softly. There is no way, the students who accept it themselves have to finish teaching with tears in their eyes.

... (To be continued......)