Towards evening, clouds rolled in the sky, and it seemed that rain would fall at any moment.

In the middle of the valley, on a nearly abandoned school grounds, Allegri found Dios.

Waving his hand to order the troops who were training to rest temporarily, Dios wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"How's the army reorganized?" Allegri glanced at the soldiers on the training ground. In this offensive and defensive battle, the mercenary regiment suffered particularly heavy casualties, and many squadrons or squads could not be replenished, so they could only be merged or abolished. In addition, the newly recruited remnants of An Lan and the collaborative training of ogre warriors all require him to pour his energy.

"It's okay," Dios pointed, "but the ogre warriors still need to be taught some simple lingua franca to communicate better." ”

"Well," Allegri suggested with a smile, "you can ask Illo to compile a simple textbook, he is now an expert in ogre language, and he can fight the ogre aunt without falling behind." ”

The two talked and laughed for a while, and then Allegri proposed, "By the way, Dios, I'm going to separate the mercenary group as an army and hand it over to you to command, okay?"

"Okay," Dios didn't make any excuses, and there was no one in the mercenary group who was more suitable than him, and after a moment's thought, he asked keenly, "Is it to reform the current system?"

"Yes, the main point is the separation of military and government," Allegri picked up a broken arrow and sketched it on the ground, "You know, I have no talent for the command of the army, and in the future, the establishment of mercenary regiments, the promotion of officers, and even the conscription of these powers will be separated and integrated into your hands. Of course. The separation is also relative, the base camp of the mercenary group is still in the river valley, and the logistics supply is also provided by the administrative department. ”

"Administration, is that the political center you set up at the Valley headquarters?" asked Dios.

"Yes, I already have a member in my administration at the moment," Allegri laughed. Then he continued to introduce seriously, "The Administration Department is just a general term, which oversees the handling of government affairs in the territory and the rear support for the mercenary group. I am going to set up different functional departments under the Administration Bureau, and at present, the planning and planning mainly include several departments such as taxation, agriculture, people's livelihood, construction, and logistics. Each has its own job. ”

"Do you collect taxes independently?" Dios was stunned for a moment and sighed, "You continue." ”

"Okay," Allegri nodded, "in the future, I would like to set up a commercial department to be in charge of business management and our own business affairs." When Uncle Mendel comes, I'm going to set up a caravan, and since we have the convenience of the Path of the Lightwalker and the Flywheel Merchant Circle. Don't cheapen others for nothing. ”

"It's a great idea to add extra income to us. "The three most important elements of expansion are population, territory, and money, and it's not a bad thing to have more money. ”

"We're now. "Population and land are the two things that bother me the most, and I am the subject of my coming to you. ”

"Hmm," Dios frowned. "On the issue of population, I have an idea. Whenever the mainland falls into war, the commercial channel will inevitably be affected and interrupted, and the small and medium-sized mercenary groups that rely on the escort of the merchant group as their main source of income are difficult to receive business because of their weak strength. These warriors with a certain strength, no army is willing to accept them, and at the end they can only be poor and buried in the grass, we can recruit them to join our mercenary group, which will be a very good soldier supplement. ”

"Good idea," Allegri clapped his hands, and his inspiration was sparked, "I think we can also have a greater openness to absorb the refugees from the war to settle in our territory, and at the same time recruit the unemployed and wandering among them to join the second-line training of the mercenary group." Moreover, many of these refugees are craftsmen and craftsmen who have mastered the craft or people with special talents, so that the population of the mercenary group and the producers of the territory have a certain guarantee. ”

"War refugees?" Dios was stunned for a moment, puzzled, "Won't this arouse the suspicion of the Duchy of Anlan?"

"These things are safe to do, and I will leave the rest to them," Allegri said in a low voice, his voice resolute, "and I have another idea. I once met a magician from a continental faction in Kutu City. During the Violet War, they did not choose to flee to the island of Thirand. However, under the strong suppression of the church for more than a thousand years, their livelihood is now very difficult, and it is even more difficult to obtain guidance on magic, and they have a strong desire for this. Speaking of which, I used this to abduct Brooke and become my own student......" Allegri smiled and continued, "I am going to summon the remaining magicians of the continent here in the name of Herseus. ”

"Are you trying to kidnap more magicians?" Dios laughed as well, and then reminded, "Lord Herseus's name is naturally like a god in their hearts, but I'm afraid that this alone is not enough, right?"

"Of course," Allegri shook his head, "I'm going to open up the study of magic, teach them the spells they want to learn for free, and even set up a magic academy that teaches them publicly." Such a safe magical exchange and guidance center should be attractive enough. ”

"Yes," Dios affirmed, rubbing his hands and standing up, a little impatiently, "Now that the mainland is in turmoil, without further ado, we will rest the situation in the valley as soon as possible and immediately start implementing these measures." ”

"Okay," Allegri also stood up, standing side by side with him, "although time is pressing, rewards, rewards and appeasements must not be neglected in the slightest, these people in the mercenary group are the real foundation of us." And ......"

The clouds pressed down, and the raindrops fell one after another.

Allegri's deep voice came vaguely in the rain,

"Before, we used to scream in the valley and didn't have any official names, and now I want to ...... From now on, it will be called the Herseus Valley......"

The Tower of St. White.

The holy light that permeated the tower reappeared, as bright as before, and it seemed that nothing had changed.

However, not long ago, three terrifying armies carried a beacon fire and divided into three routes to besiege the holy city of Ranken.

The "Tide of Shadows" offensive that Silves had painstakingly planned was slowly laid out in the shadows, and once it was launched, like lightning and lightning, the shadows in the sky rushed like a tide, and half of the territories under the control of the Holy See fell. The vanguard army of the trial crusaders had even begun to build a defensive line dozens of miles east of Ranken, preparing for a long siege.

But what worries Innedir even more is the necromantic legion of the "Council of Bones" from the north, and the demon legion from the northeast. These inhuman beings are much more powerful, and the horrors they sow along the way are greater than those of the Judgment Crusaders.

"How long will it be before the enemy's main forces reach Ranken?" said Innedir, standing on the top floor of the White Tower, staring at the gloomy sky to the northeast. After returning to his magic tower, Innedil became calm again. Even though the opponent was powerful, as the most powerful White Tower controller in the "Supreme Nine Towers", he had enough confidence to resist the opponent's attack.

Within three days, they would be able to reach the city and complete the siege. A white-robed priest leader bowed down and reported.

"Immediately send the nations of the Holy Alliance together to defend against the invasion of the evil legions," Innedil ordered in a clear voice, "and inform the nations that Silves has fallen and that the current Judgment Crusaders are considered heretical." ”

"This ......," the head of the priesthood hesitated, "adjudicating heresy, that is the function of the Inquisition......

Innedil glanced at him and snorted angrily, "I said so, and you wrote like this!"

The priest retreated, and Innedil took a deep breath, slowly walked to the stone statue that was on the verge of ruin, and whispered, "Mentor, I'll take you to the Cathedral of Gothia to repair the stone statue, the strength of the White Tower is not enough to do this." ”

"Okay, but the ascetics and the saints will definitely be harsh on you again, right?" the statue reluctantly opened its eyes and instructed with some concern, "Also, during my time of rest, you must be careful of Silves, the legendary power he inherited is between magic and martial arts, strange and powerful, and you don't have full control of the Holy White Tower......"

"I know, Mentor," said Innedir, nodding hurriedly, and smiling, "Silves has done at least one good thing, and I can now remove the Inquisition from the Inquisition, as for the ascetics and the Cathedral of Cotia...... Now that they don't depend on me, can they still go and surrender to Silves?"

A hundred miles away.

Silves looked out at the Tower of St. White from afar, and groups of black-clad and black-clad crusaders walked briskly past him, hurrying towards the front line.

"Inedil is back,......" he said lightly, as if he were talking to himself, as if he were asking some questions.

"Yes, he's back," the Lord of Shadows confirmed, a hint of schadenfreude in his voice, "but the damage to Pale is not light, haluha, this guy has been hiding before, and now he is finally lonely." ”

"Pale?" Silves frowned slightly, "Is there a similar existence to you within the Holy See?"

"What do you think?" said the Lord of Shadows hatefully, "who do you think imprisoned me under the Dome of Light?"

"Oh," Silves nodded, his voice seemed to carry a special emotion, "Then let me take a look......

The aftermath fell, and a faint shadow swept towards the tall tower in the distance. (To be continued......)

PS: (double change)