Koenig finished his third prayer in his room and sat down at the edge of the table.

The matter from the city of Oren has been repeatedly confirmed, and the archbishop is dead. The Greenskins destroyed the city, and almost all of the High Priests who had been in Oron were killed. If the church were to be compared to a man, then that person's head would have been cut off.

Fortunately, although the city of Orren is the center of the church, it is not the whole story. There are many, many church organizations in various places that do a variety of different jobs, such as the excavation site where Koenig is located at the moment.

With the death of the archbishop, the local church organizations have fallen into a state of fragmentation, and there is a temporary calm, but Koenig knows that this is only temporary. This is due to the fact that almost no one remembers what the church was like before Archbishop Karl.

Probably all the other high priests were like him, looking through religious texts day and night, trying to find the basis for what they needed. Koenig thought with some self-deprecation. When the news of the fall of Oren and the death of the archbishop came, his first reaction was disbelief, then consternation, and finally the realization that a seat of power had become vacant. And the list of candidates is too long - all the high priests are eligible to participate in this contest.

The immortal Archbishop Karl was killed by the Greenskins, and if this was the will of the gods, then what did the gods want? Of course, it's probably not just the gods who are tired of Carl, but also those who are extremely dissatisfied with his corrupt private life.

Koenig himself was a very religious and disciplined man. After the death of Archbishop Zhiludao, he paid more attention to this aspect. The most important question now is who will organize such a congregation, attended by all the high priests, in order to elect a new archbishop and reunite the scattered forces of the Church.

Naturally, the organizers will enjoy many benefits, but on the other hand, it is inevitable that they will be shot in the first place, and they will be hostile to everyone.

It was late, in fact more than half of the night had passed. But Koenig didn't feel sleepy. He flipped through an ancient book in his hand and pondered important questions. In terms of evidence, he has found at least three accounts of the activities of the early church. At that time, the archbishop, the supreme head of the church, was elected, and all the high priests gathered together for a fair secret ballot. Each participant has the power of two votes, but must be divided among different people. The one with the most votes becomes the next archbishop.

He also flipped through the matter of the late Archbishop Karl. To his surprise, the account of Karl is vague and vague, with only a few records of him appearing to have won the archbishop in one election, but there is no record of Karl becoming a high priest. According to these texts, either Karl's records have not been preserved, or he fell from the sky.

Of course, that's not possible. In fact, even in the church, it is not surprising that such antique and insignificant records are missing. Koenig, in particular, is not really a book collection center.

A meeting of the high priests must be held...... But a place like an excavation site is obviously inappropriate, and it is risky to go elsewhere...... By the way, why don't you go to Oren! After being thoroughly sacked and destroyed by the Greenskins, the Shem took it over without any resistance. The Greenskins have been defeated, and the Sham rebuilding has begun...... Although the new archbishop may never have the opportunity to rule the city as he did in the past, it should still be possible to say that he has a place...... After all, this city is a holy city......

The scars on Koenig's face were red with joy, and he realized that an opportunity was already in front of him, and the gods were smiling at him. Without further ado, write right away......

Someone was banging on the door.

Koenig briefly grabbed the wind of magic, then snapped his finger at the door. The door immediately opened, and one of his young apprentices stood outside, along with several guards. All the guards were neatly draped and had panicked expressions on their faces.

"What's going on?" Koenig asked.

"Master," his apprentice shouted. "Something big has happened, prisoners...... All fled. ”

"All on the run?" Koenig was taken aback. "How is that possible?" he said and regretted it, it was indeed possible. In this torrential rain, even the movement that is close at hand will be masked.

"Yes, Master, do you remember Eric? the officer sent by the Shem...... He betrayed, and it was he who organized this riot/uprising......"

"How do you know what to do?" Kornig didn't shout out of anger, he just groaned for a moment and then asked.

"It's not us who know about it, it's the two escaped prisoners who came to report it!" replied the apprentice. "Then I had people check it out, and it was exactly as they said. ”

"Call the two prisoners. Koenig asked. A few thoughts jumped into my mind, that Eric had been sent by the Shem, and it was said that he had been degraded after suffering defeat in the war with the Greenskins, so he was sent here. And the fall of the city of Oren is more or less due to the contribution of the Shem. Is there any connection between the two?

"No, no," Kornig called out to the apprentice who was about to carry out the order, "this can be said later, and let all the soldiers go after the prisoners...... No, not to chase, to get to the gate as fast as possible. As long as the gate is sealed, then the rest is only a matter of time. ”

Eric? Hmm...... Was it a personal motive, or was it a matter of some kind of force? Koenig suddenly laughed, thinking what was the use of this? Even in this heavy rain, even if everything went well, no more than half of the prisoners would escape. Even if some miracle had happened that had allowed them all to escape, it would have been a few months of shelving for the excavation site. This is only a small delay for this kind of excavation work to be carried out in "ten years".

He turned around and returned to his desk, proceeding with his letter.

......

Scarlet's hand was pulled by the other party and ran wildly in the rainy night.

Twice she wanted to struggle, but Ashrufat held on so tightly that she couldn't break free. However, she also had to admit that being pulled by Ashrufat like this, she saved half of her strength in hurrying, and her speed was much faster. At the same time, Ashruphat was surprisingly able to discern the right direction. It's easy to get lost on such a rainy night, so Eric has been walking resolutely on the main road, but Ashrufat is now leaving the main road and going straight ahead. This would not be possible without a strong sense of direction.

Heavy rain and darkness have reduced the range of human vision to the limit. Scarlet had actually lost his sense of direction, and he couldn't tell where he was, but he was simply being led forward by Ashrufatra.

"Here we are. Ashrufat finally stopped. However, all Scarlet saw was darkness, and she couldn't tell if she was approaching the gate.

"They're nobody's on duty. Ashrufat continued. This surprised Scarlet, could he see clearly in such a dark and rainy night, but after a short walk forward, all her doubts disappeared. This was indeed the gate, and they had actually reached the entrance to the steps of the upper wall. A small number of rain lamps hung sporadically, providing a faint illumination of the place.

"Well, there are no patrols on duty and no patrols, our things are simple. Ashrufat walked slowly forward and stepped up the stairs. "You stay here, I'll go up and deal with that broken gong!"

It seems easy to accomplish this task. After a short while, Ashruphat came down from the wall. Because of the roaring rain, Scarlet didn't hear anything, and the sleeping guards couldn't hear it.

"We need to open the door. Ashrufat said. The door was made to the specifications of the fortress and was opened and closed by a winch.

"But pull up the door...... It's sure to wake people up. "Even though it's raining heavily, even with proper maintenance, the sound of the cable pulling the hanging door is still very harsh, but there is a high probability that it will be heard. If you want to hear any speech that would be mistaken by people, this harsh metal grinding sound will not be mistaken.

"Yes," Ashrufat agreed with Scarlet this time. "You can't pull it up directly, you have to find a way to ......"

"Are you going to sneak attack?" Scarlet pointed to the house in front of him, and the guard should still be asleep at this time. Although there are dozens of them, it is not impossible to kill them all if they can touch them quietly and cut their throats one by one with a dagger.

"No, there's no need to do such fearless killing. Ashrufat gestured to a canopy in front of him. "See that?"

With the help of a rainproof lamp on the side of the canopy, you can see two cannons under the canopy, in addition to the cannons, there are corresponding cannonballs and powder kegs. This is really a common field artillery in the army. This is the reserve defense force - the city wall is already equipped with fixed-position city defense guns, and these two field guns are reserved as a reserve force.

The canopy was large and sturdy, and the terrain was slightly higher than the surrounding area, so even in such heavy rain, the soil around the cannon was dry. Next to those powder barrels and shells, there were artillery tools such as cleaning brushes, and even a few muskets.

Ashrufat had never loaded a cannon with ammunition, but as the saying goes, he had never eaten pork and seen a pig walk, and it took a little time for the two men to load the cannon with gunpowder and shells, and to aim the muzzle of the cannon at the door of the house. After doing this, Ashrufat brought the rain lamp by the canopy and easily lit the ignition stick.

"Here's for you!" Ashrufat handed the ignition stick to Scarlet. "Looking at this, I don't need to say what is left to do. A little towards the fire gate will do. He picked up his musket and examined it to make sure it was fully loaded.

"You want me to shoot?" Scarlet asked, taking the musket and ignition stick, puzzled.

"If you can, it's better not to fire. Ashrufat replied. "If they have to fire us, it's just a matter of hands. If they come out, shout first, preferably in exchange for them to return to the house peacefully, pretending not to find anything. If it doesn't work, shoot, and if it doesn't work, you can only shoot. ”

Scarlet looked at Ashrufat, bit her lip, and nodded vigorously.

Ashrufat walked towards the place of the winch, and his figure disappeared into the dark rain. After a quiet but extremely unsettling time, Scarlet heard the harsh metal grinding of the iron rope pulling the door. The sound was sharp and piercing, and the sound of rain could not be concealed.