April 30,

On this day, Innedil got up very early.

Bathing, changing clothes, and after a series of tedious procedures, the dusty white-robed archbishop ascended the Holy White Tower in the morning light. His long silky hair, tied together with a pair of jade rings, jingled as he went, and his clothes flew up, making him more and more handsome.

"Teacher?" said at the top of the nine-story tower, Innedil stopped and asked tentatively.

"I'm ready," the stone statue opened its eyes and replied indifferently, "With the power of the White Tower, I'm ninety percent sure that I can find out the details of the 'Victory Day Celebration'." ”

"What do you need me to do?" Innedil railing looked north, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains were just right.

"Let go of the White Tower for the time being," the stone statue looked at calmly, as always, "and, 'Eye of the Holy Spirit'." ”

"Okay," over the years, the two of them have shared good and woe, and have already cultivated a deep relationship, so Inedir didn't think about it for too long, so he nodded in response, "Then, please leave it to you, teacher." ”

"Rest assured. The stone statue had the usual and trustworthy smile on its face.

"Teacher, please project the picture in front of the White Tower. Inedil turned and placed the "Holy Eye" in the stone statue. He has always acted resolutely, and after making a decision, he immediately handed over the control of the White Tower, and then strode down the tower, snorting coldly as he walked, "I'm going to gather those fools and let them see clearly who the real enemy is." ”

The stone statue stood silently, and when its figure disappeared completely, it rubbed the "Holy Spirit Eye" affectionately, and an inexplicable smile escaped from the corner of its mouth.

At the same time, two thousand miles to the southeast, the Aygons Mountains.

This majestic mountain lies between the three major powers of the "Holy Alliance". It is a natural dividing line and buffer zone. As a result of the checks and balances of forces, no one dares to act rashly. Several small city-states and independent territories slowly developed into loose alliances known as the "Foothills States."

They belong to the "Holy Alliance", but they have no right to speak, and they barely play the role of a number of people. Of course. Sandwiched between the three major powers of the Alliance, the "Foothill States" do not need to worry about the threat from the north, and with its high altitude and beautiful scenery, it has always been a summer resort for the powerful and rich, perhaps this is also their greatest contribution to the "Holy Alliance".

But this summer, no one should dare to come here for a vacation.

After retreating from Ranken's defeat. The "Judgment Crusade" has been in a state of homelessness. The original base camp of Tirappest, which had long been surrendered by Silves, is now dead and can no longer be restored.

To the north is the dangerous Necromantic Wilderness, and to the east is the well-prepared Setstian, and after thinking about it, Silves has no choice but to lead the army south and move to the mountains of Aignes. Take a break.

Poor "foothill countries" have experienced an era of peace for nearly a thousand years. I have long forgotten what war is, and the number of standing armies in several of these city-states is even less than a thousand. What's more, they have long been accustomed to applying for arbitration and mediation by the Holy See in the event of a dispute. Therefore. This pitiful army is still a useless kind of goods.

In just two months, the two small states at the northern foot of the Aygons Mountains, plus the three independent territories, have all fallen. Silves on this basis. Re-establish your base and prepare to recuperate and make a comeback.

"How's the pass being built?" asked Silves, on a high cliff where a boulder was exposed. The towering Aygons Mountains obscured the rising sun, and he felt unusually comfortable breathing in the cold mountain air.

"In another month, we will be able to form a basic defense," replied Vice-Commander Lovito, the second man of the Judgment Crusaders, stepping forward, "but if we want to secure the manpower of the summer harvest, we will have to reduce the number of people to be recruited, so this time may be appropriately extended." ”

"Then prolong, anyway, Innedir, who is in a hurry, has no time to deal with us for the time being. "Silves's mood sounded pretty good. Maybe it's because the enemy's pain is his own happiness?

"Thank you for your understanding of the people's opinions. Lovito, who thought it would take a little more time, scratched his head in surprise. Since when did my own adults actually consider the feelings of the common people?

"I didn't expect me to be so talkative?" Silves glanced sideways at him and chuckled.

"Subordinate......" Lovito hurriedly lowered his head, and stood for a long time, but he didn't say why.

"We'll be stationed here for quite some time, so we have to manage it carefully," Silves waved his hand and patiently explained, "The mountainous land is already barren, if we increase the conscription, how can we ensure the logistics supply?"

"For a long time?" Lovito frowned, he didn't think that the mountains were a good choice, or that it would be better to conquer a large city and then expand it.

"There is an old saying, called sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight," Silves stepped forward and said slowly, "The Snowton Empire's southern expedition is imminent, and a great war is about to break out, so why should we intervene in it and consume our strength in vain? ”

"Yes, sir. Lovito nodded in understanding.

"When you return, you must affirm military discipline and not harass the local people," Silves thought for a moment, and then ordered, "You are in charge of military affairs, and Anarysta is in charge of government affairs, and you must work together to restore the vitality of our army." ”

"My subordinates know," Lovito was about to turn around and leave, but he stopped again and whispered, "My lord, recently, Lord Anarysta has had a close relationship with the old ministry in the past, and even deliberately promoted ......."

"I see. Silves raised his palms and stopped his words.

"The subordinates retired. Without further ado, Lovito bowed and walked down the rugged path towards the town below the cliff.

Silves stood solemnly with his hands in his hands, and his lowered gaze gradually lifted, looking far to the north.

"Can a mortal intervene in the game of the evil gods?" a voice seemed to murmur in the shadows cast by the mountains, "then, let's see what he has to rely on." ”

Silves took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

The obscure fluctuations quietly flickered, and in an instant, they crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and flew straight to Norman City, thousands of miles away.

From the sky, from the tower, from the cliff, the curious audience attended, waiting for the destroyer of the world pattern to show his hole cards. (To be continued......)

PS: (Today.) ）