This kind of matter falls into the hands of politicians, and it is a question that needs to be weighed and discussed before making a decision. However, in the village where swords are facing each other right now, it has become an imminent choice that must be made!
If the temple guards choose to give up at this time and turn around and leave, they will no longer have the support of any believers in this area in the future—if they can't even protect their own people, what is the point of faith
However, at the moment when the two sides stared at each other, the captain of the guard, Wright, waved his sword and shouted directly: "Kill these robbers!"
The temple guards, who were already angry at the bloody scene in front of them, rushed over in a swarm. The "Crusaders" who were facing them were in the process of looting. The dead, the wounded, and the wounded ran, and scattered like birds and beasts with a "crash".
Similar scenes happened in different villages—there were always "impulsive soldiers" who took the lead in the confrontation between the two sides, and finally led to a large-scale firefight in all directions...
Although the temple guards have never been on the battlefield, their superior equipment and local numbers are enough to crush their opponents. Even if they just drive their tired horses to rush over, they can still bear the opponent's attack and kill those who are lightly armed. Crusader" knights.
The "Crusader" knights who were hacked to death were naturally unconvinced. There were only more than 300 knights who went out to "requisition food".
So when Rody had just completed the three "custom skills", he saw teams of war horses running back in embarrassment in the distance...
With a sneer, he covered his gray robe tightly, reached out and picked up the bag containing the two bows, and put the more than forty energy arrows he had just made into the quiver, and put a rag on his hands—and so on. Come on, he is no different from before with epic equipment.
He stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair, looking embarrassed and messy, and then asked with a confused face when Zach and others rushed into the camp: "Knight Zach, what happened?"
"Damn it! Something big happened! Get up and call someone! Pack up your things and take revenge with me!"
"This bastard bastard's temple scum, I must hack them to death!"
There were cursing voices all around, and Rody noticed that two knights who had gone out did not come back. Obviously, this group of people suffered a lot from the hands of the temple guards. And as more and more knights returned, the originally peaceful camp boiled like a pot of oil poured into cold water, and there were horses neighing and running figures everywhere—it didn’t take long for groups of people to really He rushed out without seeing any sign of anyone blocking him...
"You idiot! What are you waiting for!?"
While Roddy was looking around, Zach roared as he mounted his horse. Turning his head, Rody realized that the other party was talking about himself, and shrugged in confusion: "Do you need me to do anything? Zach Knight?"
"I just said it! Take your weapon and follow me!"
Zach was so out of breath that he didn't notice Rody's gray robe supported by the dragon scale armor. He just wanted to take people back to find a place. The guy is getting sprayed.
"Master Zach, don't we need to wait for orders?"
When Rody's voice sounded again, the veins on Zach's head were about to burst out—"If you talk so fucking nonsense, believe it or not, I'll kill you now?"
"Ah, I'll go, I'll go."
Rody raised his hand to signal that he really needed to go to the direction of the temple, so he still played his role well at this time, but when he stepped on the thin war horse, he looked up at the sky - above the sky, the needle-tailed sand cone stretched out. Wings, hovering smoothly.
"Come with me!"
Zach didn't bother to pay attention to Rody, and with a wave of his long knife, he led all the knights in the camp away. Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, one team after another of the "Crusader" knights got out of control and threw themselves into a battle that was originally and They have nothing to do with the war going on...
*****
"Who told me what's going on?! Why did a group of people not obey orders and act privately!?"
Earl Mirno's angry roar could be heard outside the tent, but the fear in his voice was unprecedented. Although this kingdom's politician is not good at fighting, he is very clear about the fate of his army and the "Rose Cross" at this time.
If the friction was only due to certain issues, the conflicts caused by small fights, Mirno, believed that with his current power, he could completely suppress them. But if it becomes a "war", it's definitely not just shooting yourself in the foot... This is purely rushing to put your head on the gallows!
So when he heard the adjutant report that the "Crusader" had privately collected food and triggered a large-scale fight, he suddenly panicked.
"My lord, those crusaders can't stop them at all... They said we have no right to stop them, he said it was their personal action..."
"Personal action! Can you say such nonsense!?"
Mirno yelled until his throat hurt, and he pointed outside the tent: "Take the bodyguards to stop them immediately! No matter what the cost! Stop as many as you can, go!"
The adjutant turned around and left after receiving the order, but as soon as he reached the door of the tent, he saw that the curtain of the tent was lifted voluntarily.
The black robe that came into view made the adjutant tense all over his body—he knew that the tall, thin man with a terrifying aura was a high-weight cardinal of the Viper Cross. Feeling, as if standing in front of him would feel a cold breath.
"Ah, Count Mirno, forgive me for coming uninvited."
Cardinal Dean looked relaxed, and after entering the tent, he greeted him like a friend greeting him. However, the adjutant who was about to walk out of the tent was stopped by him.
"I think you should tell me why! What I am going to attack is Efta, not the temple! Do you still intend to disobey His Majesty's order?"
Milnor's words sounded full of momentum at this time, but in Dean's eyes, they were strong outside but dry in the middle: If you have a large number of soldiers in your hands and the power is not dispersed, how can you, as the commander of the army, discuss this kind of issue with others? It was pressed when the incident just happened. But Mirno didn't have enough military power, and secondly, he didn't have the personal strength to convince the crowd, so now he can only use the name of Charles II to bluff people.
Unfortunately, Dean would not be fooled by this trick at all. He looked at Mirno calmly, but he walked naturally and sat on the simple chair beside him, raised his eyelids slightly, and asked: " Earl Mirno wants to know the reason? Naturally, I can talk to you carefully."
The adjutant who wanted to carry out the order just now felt that it was not appropriate for him to stay in the house, so he wanted to leave as soon as he took a step, but just as he opened the curtain of the camp tent, he saw a white light head-on—
"puff!"
The long sword passed through the body, and the spurting blood sprayed directly into the tent, before Earl Mirno's eyes.