mesbooks Chapter 1445: 1417 March
Chapter 1445: 1417 March
Chapter 1445 1417. March
"Okay, this is the time!"
The preacher of the eternal fire is holding the church classic high, and the rising flame pattern on the hard cover is reflecting blue light.
That's the magic-blocking gold inlaid on the book cover.
It was four o'clock in the morning, the most tiring and neglectful time in human life.
On the hill where Gaoqiu Fort is located, a fully armed human legion is gathering from several directions.
Velen is a worthless no-man's land, except for the fortresses and troops stationed here for military reasons when Temeria's borders were not yet stable.
It has been here for hundreds of years, and it is no longer worth the expense of military levels to carry out activities.
As long as the army exists for one day, it is a huge consumption, and when it is active, the consumption doubles.
To clean up the entire land of Velen requires a large-scale army.
However, the income after cutting up the land is completely unequal to the expenditure on mobilizing the army.
Because of this, the province of Velen has not had any major troubles in the history of Temeria.
But today, there are five hundred troops in total, and they have no insignia or flags to identify them.
They are just gathering here with murderous intent and evil intentions.
"The eternal fire will protect us!"
The missionary, wearing a fiery red hood and a beard, was preaching in a deliberately polite tone.
"Neither witchcraft nor evil magic can harm us! Just because we are carrying out a glorious and just cause: driving dirty mutants, monsters, and evil wizards out of human homes!"
The mountain roads did not allow many people to march side by side, so the soldiers could only line up in a long line and wait until they were near the battlefield before re-arranging.
The missionary stood on a stone on the side of this path, and there was an endless stream of soldiers below, and he eagerly repeated his inspiring sermon.
"No need to fear! No need to worry! Under the blessing of the eternal fire, we will be invincible!"
"We are the sharp blade that drives away evil! We are the strong wind that sweeps away filth!"
"The flame illuminates the path of light for us, drives away the darkness, and still guides us even after death! If you dare to block the flame, you are playing with fire and burning yourself! You are seeking death!"
“Eternal Fire, we pray to you!
Eternal Fire, we pour our faith into you!
Eternal Fire, there is no other **** in our hearts! "
The missionary kept leaning forward and making waving gestures, as if he was spreading the blessing of eternal fire to every warrior who passed by him.
The missionaries had a pious and enthusiastic look on their faces, which together with the long march of soldiers and the noisy sound of armor marching, created a fanatical atmosphere.
Everyone feels that they have been spiritually blessed and recognized by some indescribable higher power.
And they believe from the bottom of their hearts that that is the holy power of eternal fire!
The preacher wearing a fiery red hood not only had a warm expression, but also felt warm in his heart.
He looked at the warriors who passed by him, and from time to time would bow their heads and touch their foreheads devoutly to the Eternal Fire Scripture he held in his hand.
With such a powerful military force, inspired by the eternal fire, the Knights of the White Rose summoned their greatest strength.
In order to advance his position within the church in the future, the missionary has spent a lot of money on his own treasury, and he doesn't care about spending a few more gold amulets to block evil spirits.
The team is getting closer and closer to Gaoqiu Fort. Once they reach the road on the mountain, the marching speed will be faster!
At the same time, the siege equipment will be assembled and pushed up the mountain!
The knights all held torches, and in this autumn night, the dim light from the torches reflected their faces.
Excited, nervous, impatient.
Although most people here have never seen a demon hunter or a warlock cast spells in their entire lives, they have only heard rumors.
But almost no one thought they would lose.
It's just a castle with a garrison of only sixty people and no equipment.
Not to mention that these sixty people are just 'mutant followers', so what if they are all mutants?
A body made of magic potions and chemicals can block the axes and spears stabbed by dozens of people at the same time? A rain of arrows shot at the same time?
Or can it block the catapult's stone bullets? A spear fired from a bed crossbow?
How can they fight?
Not to mention, most of them are probably asleep by now!
So the knights moved forward with their heads held high.
But above the castle on the top of the mountain.
Lincoln didn't light too many torches for lighting. In the dark night, the castle seemed even more silent and desolate, but no one slept in the castle tonight.
Because each of them already knew before Lan En left that the day of the attack was most likely today.
The Ember Knights are not afraid of war, but tonight, their feeling is a bit strange.
"Can the moon really be seen outside of Irushil?"
Wearing a weird, exaggerated version of a yellow chef's hat, [Yellow Finger] Hazel was looking up at the sky, and then looking down outside the city wall.
She doesn't just have a yellow hat, to be precise, she is now a translucent humanoid silhouette that glows yellow.
This is the state of the soul body summoned through the [White Marked Wax Stone].
The same is true for several other figures on the city wall who look out of place with the Ember Knights.
Translucent and shimmering soul bodies, but their colors are not uniform.
In the evening before nightfall yesterday, Lincoln had already copied the parchment left by Lan En out of caution with a [white marker wax stone].
The souls appeared one after another, but they seemed not surprised that the one who summoned them was a young man they had never seen before.
Thinking about it in Lincoln, it must be because his elders had greeted him there in advance.
However, the secretary still felt a little uncomfortable all over.
Judging from the appearance of these souls, Lincoln can only say, "There are a lot of fancy clothes."
This is not surprising. After all, it is difficult to recognize people after wearing heavy armor. In order to pursue their own recognition, the powerful and individual knights made their armor fancy. This happened even when Cintra was still there. It's quite common.
What made Lincoln feel wrong was the way these people looked after seeing them and the world.