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The enemy is approaching the city, but the city of Dadir is still singing and dancing in peace. For the senior members of the Skull and Bones Society who have been hiding in XZ for a long time, they finally have the opportunity to become the masters. How can they not enjoy it?

Even if there are a few sober people, they are powerless in the face of the general trend. To put it bluntly, most of the members of the Skull and Bones Society are small-time people.

There are only a handful of "literate people" who can write their own names, and their limited knowledge leads them to focus on one-third of an acre of land without any long-term planning.

If it were not mixed with the belief in evil gods, this would be an ordinary peasant uprising army. After overthrowing the rule of the noble lord, they would not know what to do.

The lack of talent is not only a problem for Skull and Bones, but also a common problem faced by many cult organizations in Aslant.

Theoretically speaking, the Holy See is in decline, and without the pursuit of the church, the cult organization should develop rapidly.

But the reality is just the opposite. Since the decline of the Holy See, the cult has also declined.

The nobles who are the masters of the family are extremely tolerant of their own people. The relaxed social and political environment has made the nobles who join cult organizations almost extinct.

It turns out that when the church was in power, anyone who had anything to do with a cult would be sent to the stake if they could not prove their innocence, forcing many nobles to follow the cult.

It is of no use at all now, it is just a "suspect". Without conclusive evidence, the noble Lord cannot be convicted.

Even if the crime is proven true, as long as no actual harm has been caused, there is still a chance to make meritorious service.

This change directly led to a geometric increase in the difficulty of attracting people to join the cult. Even if people are lured in, it may happen again.

The nobles stopped playing with them, which directly led to a sharp decline in the overall quality of the leadership of the cult organization, and also led to a decline in the combat effectiveness of the cult organization.

Three hundred years ago, the powerful Blood Moon Sect was able to organize an army to confront the Holy See's army head-on, forcing all the countries in the mainland to join forces to deal with it. Today's cult organizations can only bring trouble to a small area at best.

The meeting hall that was supposed to be sacred is now holding an unobstructed meeting. A group of senior Skull and Bones members were working hard while discussing military and national affairs.

No one raised any objection, because the core teaching of Skull and Bones is: "Indulge your desires and return to your natural self."

It doesn't matter if it's appropriate to have such a fun time, the key is that the evil god behind the scenes likes it.

An obscene atmosphere filled the hall. It seemed like a lewd pleasure, but in fact it was a special sacrifice. The senior leaders of the Skull and Bones Society are using this special method to prove to the evil god that they are the most devout believers.

Obviously, this kind of game is very detrimental to the elderly high priest, and he does not participate in it at ordinary times. It's a pity that several consecutive failures caused his voice in the church to decline significantly, and he lost the confidence to refuse.

It is better to make a fool of yourself than to lose your life. The character of the "wise man" was shattered, and the status of the gray-robed old man as high priest was already unstable.

Originally relying on the prestige he had accumulated, coupled with the special nature of the high priest presiding over the sacrifices to the gods, he was still vaguely able to confront the Holy Lord, but now he had to bow his head.

"Sacrifice, are you ready?"

The masked man asked coldly.

He did not ask the enemy troops outside the city first, but instead cared more about the sacrifices, which proved that the masked man valued the sacrifices far more than the menacing coalition of nobles.

Upon hearing the question, the middle-aged man in charge of preparing the sacrifices quickly pushed away the woman beneath him and replied:

"Holy Lord, there are six hundred and sixty-six pairs of thirteen-year-old boys and girls, and all kinds of ritual supplies are prepared. Now all we need is a high-level magical beast as a gift and endless killing as a guide."

Looking at the scale of this sacrifice, you know that the Skull and Bones Society is going to do something big.

"Don't worry about the Warcraft. Someone has already sent it over. As for the endless killing, the enemies outside the city will help us complete it soon.

Let the people below take care of the lower body. Women in the city can play with it as they please, but the sacrifices to the gods must be clean. Whoever dares to stretch out his hand will be sent to make amends to the gods.

High Priest, you have the most experience in hosting sacrifices. You will personally be responsible for hosting the century-old sacrifice in this meeting! "

The masked man said without any doubt.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked at the high priest with gloating eyes. It can be seen from the look in his eyes that there is definitely no good thing in hosting this sacrifice.

Facing the masked man's piercing gaze, the old man in gray robe finally did not dare to refuse, and replied with a trembling body: "Yes, Holy Lord!"

If you look carefully, you will find a pool of mysterious liquid on the ground. He was so frightened that he lost control of his body and did not dare to refuse. Obviously, the Skeleton Lord in front of him was also a ruthless person, and the consequences of refusal would most likely be worse than hosting a sacrifice.

…

Looking at the boundary monument in front of him, Hudson was suddenly attracted by the three words "Maple Leaf Town". This was the meeting point agreed upon by everyone in advance.

Calculating the time, the robbery team should have arrived long ago. After all, the grain transport team was delayed for a day because of the enemy attack.

"Send the order and let the vehicle carrying the injured go to the front of the queue."

Hudson ordered sadly.

Merging with the main force means that the safety factor is increased, and it also means that the number of troops he can command will be significantly reduced.

Who would dislike having too many soldiers when they don't need to pay for it themselves? Hudson really didn't want to give up this unit if possible.

It's a pity that the reality is cruel. Serf soldiers are the private property of nobles. How can they be allowed to occupy them?

If you return the command obediently, you can still retain some goodwill, but if you make trouble, you will only ask for trouble.

Even though he has to be sent back, it is still necessary to suffer miserably. How to highlight his contribution as a Hudson Knight without specifically emphasizing it.

Especially for the benefit of everyone, he gave up the efforts of Earl Pierce and turned away the "fief baron" he obtained.

The team advanced slowly, and looking at the familiar tents appearing on the horizon, Hudson secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The robbery team arrived on time, which meant that no accident occurred and the situation was still under control. It also meant that his choice was correct.

Carload after carload of wounded people slowly drove into the camp. The nobles of the Fifth Army, who were already in a bad mood, now looked even more ugly.

"Hudson, something happened on the road? Is there any loss of food, grass, ordnance?"

Chelsea asked concerned.

If there was a problem with the food, fodder, ordnance being transported, he, the commander of the Fifth Army, would be the first responsible person. No matter how great the profits from robbery are, they cannot make up for the political consequences.

"Don't worry, Uncle Chelsea. We were just ambushed by elite rebels on the road, but they were repelled by my troops.

There was indeed a considerable loss of grain, grass and ordnance, but overall it was still within control. For the sake of achieving results, it was enough to cover up the problem.

The trouble now is that the day after you set off, you were discovered by the Griffin Cavalry. Originally, this was not a big deal, but the night before yesterday, Count Pierce sent someone over..."