Belief In The Kingdom of God

A cliff, a stream, a plain, a meadow...

Thousands of troops walked a long distance, and ten days later, in a plain, the troops were repaired in place.

"Your Majesty, the scouting horse we sent has returned!" Nadir said next to Attis.

"The enemy is about 5,000 people. Among them, the number of knights is unknown, and many civilians have been confiscated from the rear to deliver food."

"The leader of the team is the Earl of Artus of the Duchy of Barlow, and it is said that he is a knight of the earth."

Seeing Nadir say this, Attis nodded and gave a look at the person beside him.

Next to him, the person knew, and then a crudely made map appeared in everyone's eyes.

This is a map made out of parchment. It looks very crude. It simply marks some areas near Cecil and the surrounding city-states.

Although it is still a bit crude compared to the map of the previous life, the area on it is distinct. It not only has the general terrain around it, but also has a clear description of the routes and roads between the city-states. It is very rare in this era.

Seeing this, Nadir was taken aback: "This is?"

"Near Cecil, and even part of the map of the entire Northern Territory."

A voice rang from his side, and Dill looked sideways, but it was Carter.

At this time, Carter was wearing an armor gleaming with divine power fluctuations, and looked at the map in front of him with a sigh: "This map was made a few years ago after the tireless exploration of many believers and priests."

"For this, I don't know how many devout believers died in the wild in the past few years."

In this age full of dangers in the wild, exploring outside is an extremely dangerous thing, let alone ordinary people, even if the priest is unlucky and surrounded by monsters, there is a price to pay. Therefore, the price to be paid for such a map is unimaginable.

Seeing this map, Artis couldn't help sighing slightly, and a cause and effect seemed to get deeper and deeper.

At this time, Carter stepped forward and looked at the map and slowly explained: "There are several roads from Barlow to Cecil, but based on their route of travel, I chose the fastest one. road."

"From the perspective of the route and the speed of our advancement, there will be at most half a month before they can get close to where we are now."

Hearing this, Artis lowered his head slightly: "Then, choose a suitable place nearby as a battlefield. We are here waiting for them."

Seeing this, Carter nodded slightly and pointed to a certain place on the map: "A place half a day away from us is on the road that the other party must pass. You can choose to establish a camp here."

On the other side, on a plain, a group of seemingly messy troops gradually moved forward. At the forefront, a tall middle-aged man frowned when he looked at the strong sunlight in the sky.

"Aven, go down and inform the lords to rest!" He said so with a calm tone.

Hearing what he said, beside him, a handsome young man went down to give orders.

Soon, as the order spread, in the team, dozens of queues stopped one after another, and gradually stopped under the order.

If Artis were here, you would definitely find that among these thousands of people, they were actually divided into many armies of different origins, and the scattered strands of air transport gathered in a loose way to the central one, the largest one. On top of his luck, a little red military aura was barely formed.

This red energy is huge, but loose, and not fully condensed, so the military energy formed is very weak.

This is because the source of the army is complicated. In this world, the structure of the city-state is very loose. Every time an army is sent out, the lords who are at the highest level of the royal family call together to send the army. Therefore, not only the quality of the military is uneven, but it is often difficult to cohere.

"My Lord Atex, what are you thinking about?" A voice sounded.

Yates was taken aback: "Has all the orders been passed on?"

"The message has been completed. At present, the lords are leading their soldiers to rest."

"Yeah!" Artes nodded slightly, then looked into the distance without speaking.

"My lord, what's the matter?" Next to him, Aiwen asked with a faintly worried expression looking at Ats.

Seeing him asking like this, Ats sighed helplessly: "Our enemy this time, it's hard to deal with!"

"How come?" Ivan wondered.

"This time, under the king's call, the lords responded unprecedentedly, and even gathered more than five thousand people."

"In addition, with you leading us, even Cecil City that was intact before can be attacked head-on, not to mention that the opposite side is in civil strife at this time, and it may not be possible to gather the power of the knights in time to fight us. "

However, after hearing him say this, Ats smiled bitterly: "The power to decide victory or defeat is not necessarily only the knight."

Before the opponent could refute, he said again: "Aven, have you heard of the sacrifice of the **** of nature?"

"God of nature?" Aiwen wondered: "It seems to be a **** who spread from the north a few years ago."

"Their sacrifices are extremely famous in the duchy. It is said that they possess the power of gods and are the best doctors."

But at this point, he said with a little disdain: "But if they are in a frontal battle, although they are not weak, they can't match any knights. They are scarce and can't affect anything at all."

However, on the opposite side, Ats shook his head: "You are wrong, what you see is just a corner of the sacrifice."

"According to the news I got from the caravan, there are several types of sacrifices in the north. What you see is just the lowest-level white robe sacrifices."

"On top of the white robe sacrifices, there are red robe sacrifices, equivalent to the great knights; yellow robe sacrifices, equivalent to the earth knights, and the highest high priest, equivalent to the strong men of the sky knights."

"According to the information disclosed by the people who came to ask for help this time, in this rebellion in Cecil City, there is a figure of a yellow robe sacrificial ritual."

Hearing this, Irvine's face suddenly turned white, and a bad premonition rose in his heart: "No way?"

Seeing him like this, Ats smiled instead: "What? I know I'm afraid now?"

He stood up and patted Aiwen on the shoulder: "There is no need to think too much, even with sacrificial intervention, the situation still occupies an advantage for us."

"According to the information we got, two months ago, the demonic wave broke out near Cecil. With the power of Cecil City, no matter what the result, it must be a heavy loss. Not to mention that there was a civil unrest and the rebels. Counterattack into Cecil City and encircle the palace. It is impossible that there will be no loss in it."

"And since we received the news, we immediately recruited troops to go to Cecil. It took less than a month before and after. Presumably at this time, the other party might not have breached the palace, let alone recruited troops to fight."

"So in the face of our five thousand people, even with sacrificial support, we will definitely lose in the battle. It is nothing more than the difference of time."

He smiled and explained to the dazed Aiwen in front of him.

However, after listening to his explanation, Aiwen became more confused: "If this is the case, why do you still seem so worried, my lord?"

"I am not worried about Cecil, but in front of me..." Artes said.

"Do you really think that these lords responded so quickly in response to the king's call?" He looked at the distinct army behind him and said with a sneer.

"Do you remember five years ago, when the last king was besieged by Warcraft in the wild, but few lords responded to rescue, and the old king died in the wild."

"And this time, the reason why these lords responded so positively was not because of the king's call, but because of Cecil's rebellion, and there were benefits."

"Cecile rebelled, and the rebels were besieging the palace, and their strength was unprecedentedly weak. Those villages and towns in the wild are equivalent to completely undefended. You can looting at this time and you can easily succeed."

He looked at Aiwen in front of him with a cold tone: "These lords are not so much loyal to the king as they are afraid of the ancestors, or they must have already rebelled."

In front of him, Aiwen bowed his head in silence, and then said: "If this is the case, why doesn't His Royal Highness invite the ancestors to suppress them?"

"Presumably as long as the ancestor gods come forward, these lords will not dare to disobey!"

"It's not that simple." Artes shook his head.

"Strictly speaking, these lords are actually descendants of the ancestor gods. And the sacrifices every year are not even less than the royal family."

"After all, the ancestor **** doesn't care who is the king, as long as it is of his blood, and the annual rituals are held as usual."

Having said this, Ivan didn't speak any more, and Artus looked alone in the direction of Cecil City in the distance, a little thought slowly drifting in his heart.

"Moreover, this time, it may not be as smooth as imagined." Feeling a certain premonition in his heart, he thought in his heart.