Divine Civilization

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Wu Hui's eyes scanned the terrain under his feet, and the more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong.

St. Luan's Abbey is backed by the forest, with a flat plain in front of it, and a meandering stream flowing on the side. On the surface, it does seem to be a good place for self-cultivation.

However, looking at the terrain of the entire Gelug area, he found a problem.

The terrain of the Gelu area is similar to a basin, surrounded by mountains, it is a huge plain. The vast majority of civilians and serfs lived on the plain in the middle, and Fort Gru was guarded above the only entrance in the basin suitable for ordinary people and cavalry to enter and exit.

The St. Luan Monastery, on the other hand, is just at the bottom edge of this basin, and was inherently restrained by Gruberg.

If someone controls Fort Gruen and then encircles and suppresses the St. Luan Abbey, the people of the St. Luan Abbey will become birds in a cage, unable to fly.

Some people may say that there is a forest behind the monastery, and there are mountains around it, so why not retreat?

But in practice, this is simply not realistic.

This place is different from the earth. There are many places in the wild that are forbidden to human beings. Even the mountains and forests close to human settlements are full of dangers. Not only ferocious beasts haunt, but also powerful and brutal monsters, mysterious undead creatures, and All kinds of unpredictable dangers.

Even a capable professional must first organize a professionally complete team, and then make full preparations before daring to venture into the wild, let alone ordinary believers with average combat effectiveness?

If there is a conflict, Katharina and the others are the turtles in the urn.

"It can't go on like this, it's too dangerous."

Wu Hui frowned anxiously.

The news that the Third Patrol Regiment had been recruited by the monastery could not be kept secret for long.

What's more, there was so much commotion that night, and Luan City only needs to check a little bit to find out what happened, and it is impossible to let the monastery go.

Facing the counterattack that may come from Luan City at any time, the existence of Gruberg is simply a guillotine hanging above the head, threatening the monastery on the edge of the basin all the time, but the handle of the knife is still in the hands of others, it is really Too insecure.

Wu Hui looked down at Fort Gelug under his feet. The more he observed, the more uneasy he felt. If the team of believers who had been created with great difficulty were wiped out, then Wu Hui would really have to wait to die.

Finally, with a ruthless heart, he made up his mind.

Grubborg must be in his own hands!

Absolutely don't give Lu'an City a chance to close its doors and beat its dogs!

And as long as Fort Gru was swallowed up, the traffic arteries were strangled, and the manpower and weapons of Fort Gru was digested, when the monastery and Luan City faced each other, they would have the confidence to protect themselves.

This battle must be fought.

No matter how great the sacrifice is, Fort Gelug must be taken as soon as possible and the entire Gelug region must be annexed.

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Almost at the same time when Wu Hui made up his mind.

In Lu'an City, people finally noticed that the Third Patrol Regiment failed to be encircled and suppressed but was incorporated.

City Lord's Mansion.

It was time for dinner, and the city lord of Luan City and his officials were gathering in the dining room waiting for the meal.

The light in the dining room was a bit dim, and white candles were lit on the table and in the corners for illumination. Under the swaying orange candlelight, the mottled traces on the wall seem to have been soaked in hundreds of years, revealing vicissitudes from the inside to the outside.

On the long dining table, a dozen men in aristocratic uniforms were sitting on both sides, chatting while waiting for the kitchen to serve the prepared dinner.

At the head of the dining table, a middle-aged blond man with a big belly was lazily leaning on the chair, drooping his eyes and feeling sleepy.

He is the current city lord of Luan City, Viscount Connor.

He was wearing a golden-red aristocratic uniform, his light-blond hair was neatly combed back, and the beard on his face was also clean-shaven. Although his figure was already fat, he still exuded the unique laziness and reservedness of the aristocrats. proud.

When an official under his command spoke to him, Viscount Connor only responded casually, as if he didn't listen at all.

Suddenly.

A young man wearing a trainee knight uniform opened the curtain and rushed in from the outside, with a panicked expression: "My lord, something happened."

Viscount Connor raised his eyelids and glanced at him casually: "What's the matter?"

The young man swallowed, and his voice was dry: "Our scout team just sent back news that Commander Nico failed to encircle the heresy and died on the spot. The other soldiers of the third patrol group also rebelled collectively and swore allegiance to the false saint Catherine .”

"What?!"

"How can this be?!"

The entire restaurant was in an uproar, and almost all the officials showed expressions of disbelief.

The casual expression on Viscount Connor's face also froze instantly, and he could hardly believe his ears.

Niko, a level 3 knight with a patrol team and a well-prepared encirclement, was able to be counter-killed. How is this possible? ! Is the opponent too strong, or is Nico too useless?

He frowned and looked at the trainee knight, suppressing his anger and continuing to ask: "What's going on, please explain clearly."

Viscount Connor's tone was neither serious nor serious, and he didn't deliberately release the coercion, but the young apprentice knight stopped breathing, and felt the great pressure instantly.

Although Viscount Connor has always looked like a lazy nobleman, in fact he was already a level 3 knight more than ten years ago, otherwise he would not be able to sit on the seat of the city lord. He is a young trainee knight who is less than level 1, and he is not enough to look at in front of Viscount Connor.

He straightened his back almost subconsciously, and his palms were sweating with nervousness: "Love, the situation is, it is like this. According to the information collected by the scout team, the false saint and the heretics were praying under the statue of light at that time, and the result was bright." God sent a miracle..."

"Nonsense!"

Before he could finish speaking, Viscount Connor interrupted him abruptly, with a flash of awe-inspiring anger in his gray-green eyes: "The so-called God of Light has fallen for many years, how could there be a miracle? It must be the trick of the false saint!"

The trainee knight was taken aback, quickly lowered his head and closed his mouth, not daring to speak any more.

Viscount Connor clenched his fists tightly, his expression condensed.

Don't look at what he said categorically, but there was deep uneasiness hidden in his heart.

According to the results of the intelligence he had searched before, the false saint was only at level 3, and the fighters under him were only at level 1 or level 2, and the rest were all civilians without combat effectiveness. It stands to reason that these people are nothing but a mob, and it is absolutely impossible for them to be the opponents of the Third Patrol Regiment.

However, it turned out that they won.

What does this represent? This means that someone must help them.

It would be fine if only a stronger fighter or magician helped them, but what if it was really...

Viscount Connor's heart trembled, and he quickly stopped his thoughts. No, it's not possible. The God of Light has long since fallen, and there have been no miracles in the empire for decades. This cannot be true, it must be the conspiracy of the false saint.

However, even if the shot is not the God of Light himself. To be able to kill Nico, who is full of ambition and ability, and even make the Third Patrol Regiment defect, this person's strength must be extraordinary, and it is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"It seems that the only way is to ask her to make a move."

Viscount Connor settled down for a while, hesitated for a while, and finally frowned as if he had made up his mind, and a gleam burst out of his eyes.

No matter what the price is, this wave of resurgent light must be suppressed.

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