Chapter 1178, The Jihad Army Burned Night City

As the cardinal of the Justice Church second only to the archbishop and the great reciter, Alfred only brought more than a hundred people with him to participate in the Sylvania Holy War this time. He hasn't recovered yet, and Ah Fu knows that it's not good to dispatch the whole army again. After all, he is the Patriarch of the West Britannia Diocese.

Advancing along the Ivy River, as it gradually approaches Sylvania, the number of civilians decreases and the number of troops increases. Although Marius the Elector is a psychopath, his military and internal affairs capabilities are excellent. not bad.

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However, Marius is like all nobles after all, he is only responsible for managing and protecting the people of his fiefdom, others? I'm sorry, I can't manage so much, please do it yourself.

In the border area of ​​Steelland, Aviland and Sylvania, there is a no-management zone. This is Dark Valley, also known as Night City by many people. This ghost place is now full of refugees and adventurers. Most of the people who came to try their luck were desperadoes, and the law and order was very poor, but people still flocked here.

The reason is simple. Vampires secretly control Night City. Here, any human being can sell their blood to vampires in exchange for money or food. The generosity of the Von Carstein family made the refugees feel the warmth they had not seen for a long time. , This kind of warmth is warmer than the relief food (porridge) that Karl Franz sent out after layers of deductions, or the few copper coins and one or two pieces of black bread for the nobles who worked hard all day.

Selling blood is a few silver coins, money should not come too easily.

What, unwilling to sell blood or no blood to sell? It’s okay, people can also contribute to von Carstein’s career by digging and collecting all kinds of dead bones. I, Manfred von Carstein, am a good person. The last vampire count encourages these people who are struggling on the hunger line Human beings rob graves, dig graves, and steal dead bones and corpses. These things can allow the undead to quickly form an army.

But within a year or two, the scattered graves and mass graves within two to three hundred kilometers of the surrounding area were almost hollowed out.

After the Crusaders arrived at Tempelhof Castle, Alfred wanted to know the situation. He brought a follower and came to Night City in Dark Valley without permission to see the situation.

The approach of the jihadist army did not end the fiery curtain of Night City at all. On the contrary, when Alfred stepped into this place shrouded in darkness and seldom see the sun all year round, a kind of instinctive discomfort quickly struck The ardent cardinal.

The dark sky, the dark city, the dark streets, the dark people, only the green evil moon glows with a strange green light in the sky, and Moslibu has never been so bright.

"Hey! Welcome to Night City, I'm Jeter!" Immediately, a man came up. He looked haggard, with deep-set eyes and pale skin. He saw Alfred in black robe appearing. , the human was very excited: "Hey, bro, maybe you need a guide? In Night City, no one loves this city more than me. I love this city like I love your mother! I regret how Didn't shoot your shit on the wall? So I'm begging at the door now? Dude, any wine? Have a sip?"

"I'm new here, I don't know how to play." Alfred skillfully took out a bottle of low-quality barley wine from his bag,

It tasted more like horse urine than ale, but this guy obviously couldn't control it so much, he gulped it down: "Hi, this is delicious, from today on you are my brother, newcomer. "

"Aren't I your father?" Ah Fu sneered.

"Oh! Dad!" Alfred was disgusted by Jeter's shameless look, and he noticed that the guy had many needle holes in his arms and arms.

"Okay, lead the way, where can we have fun?" Alfred's skillful look was almost incompatible with the word cardinal.

"Anywhere, Dad!" Jeter said with a wild laugh: "Every day, there will be many newcomers like you, but in just three months, half of them will become mummies, delicious, delicious, And the beautiful Kislev girl with big ass and big boobs! It's just that the price is not ordinary."

"Price?" Alfred looked at everything carefully.

"It's usually enough to sell blood twice." Jeter twirled happily: "But be careful, generally no one can save the money to sell blood twice, even if they have, they must always be careful not to be taken away by others." Everything about you, or a hammer to open your head, in this place, there is no law, only the size of a fist, do you know where the greatest and most legendary names in Sylvania are?"

"In the graveyard~"

With a pun, Alfred was amused: "Is this how your vampire master educated you?"

"Hey, brother, let me tell you, in Sylvania, we don't follow the empire. Here, no matter the hero's origin, anyone has the opportunity to become a real noble. The main thing is that you can get those midnight Aristocrats' favorite."

"Don't call me daddy anymore?"

"It's overdue, bro, unless you're willing to buy me another drink."

In the dim lights, narrow streets, noisy alleys and chaotic markets, Alfred walked around a few times. The cardinal thought he would encounter countless crimes and distortions, but in fact what he saw, It was indeed a large group of refugees who huddled together to keep each other warm, and sold blood to vampires and collected dead bones for a living.

Most of their faces are pale from excessive blood loss and weak from excessive indulgence. After selling blood, they spend crazily, enjoy, and then squander the money before selling blood. This cycle goes on and on. These people have become as the vampires wished. Became a "blood slave" and willingly became the source of blood for vampires.

Unlike Vlad von Carstein, who paid great attention to the number of living people in the territory to provide sufficient blood sources, Manfred has already made Sylvania so that there are no living people, as mentioned earlier , which will not be repeated here.

Coming out of Night City, Alfred saw with his own eyes how the undead collected the "blood tax" and "bone tax", and what made Alfred most distressed was that the refugees were satisfied with it Vampires are gentler than noble lords and bureaucratic tax collectors. For these midnight nobles, money and food are things outside of their body. Even more vicious than these midnight nobles!

What's more black and humorous is that there are various propagandas at the blood selling scene.

"The days of a family of three,

No matter how careful you are,

daughter's birthday,

I have to live a decent life!

Mr. Thomas of Ostermark, selling blood for his daughter's birthday. "

Alfred had a thousand words in his chest, and the cardinal sighed, and strode away under Jeter's persuasion.

There are no more living people in Sylvania. These words resounded back and forth in Alfred's heart, and the cardinal couldn't help praying again: "My lord, they are all your people, please don't give up. them."

Walking along the banks of the filthy and chaotic River of Evil Sieg, Alfred was again suspicious of the crusade.

He didn't doubt the need to exterminate the vampires, or that Sylvania had to be purified.

Alfred wondered, even if we eliminated the undead and solved the problem in Sylvania, would we be able to save and improve the livelihood of the people here?

After the church burned everything down, nailed the vampires to a stake and killed them, and dealt with Manfred and his Castaine descendants, can Sylvania really be saved? ?

The follow-up must be followed, but neither the church nor the imperial court can do anything about it.

Before the cardinal could leave, there was a little movement on the banks of the stinking and dead Sieg River.

Not to mention corpses, corpses are everywhere here, refugees who fled from the north, objects abandoned by Night City, waste who sold their blood until they became insane, and civilians who were killed by fighting.

Some scavenging creatures were feasting on them, and Alfred didn't bother to pay attention to them. He was about to return to Templehof to meet up with the Crusaders when he heard a rattling sound from the withered long grass in front of him. sound.

Alfred subconsciously clenched his warhammer and approached cautiously. However, when he saw the scene in front of him, the cardinal's hair stood on end.

A little brown-haired girl was eating the corpse. She looked only two or three years old, with a pair of very pure big eyes, blinking and blinking.

But under her big eyes, her mouth was full of blood, and the single clothes she was wrapped in were already tattered, showing an extremely filthy dark green color. The little girl screamed, but she took out the internal organs that had begun to rot from the corpse. Swallowing it down, she didn't even understand anything. Seeing Alfred looking at her, she showed a big smile, and then pulled out a piece of internal organs, as if inviting Alfred to share.

Can we really save Sylvania? Alfred had tears in his eyes, and the cardinal tried to get closer. Seeing someone willing to pay attention to her, the little girl laughed happily, clapped her hands vigorously, and handed a handful of bloody internal organs to the cardinal.

Alfred quickly reached out and pushed away.

What's wrong? Why don't you want to eat? Don't you eat? The little girl blinked in bewilderment and tilted her head to express her doubts.

The cardinal trembled all over, Alfred's hands trembled, he clenched his teeth, and the ardent bishop let his tears fall.

Why did it become like this?

Humans, chaos, undead, whose responsibility is it? !

Anyway, Manfred! I'm bound to kill you!

"Come on, come with me." Alfred gritted his teeth, picked up the little girl, and checked her body to make sure that she was fine. The black robe he wrapped himself in was soon stained with blood, and the cardinal looked puzzled. The puzzled little girl left and returned to the camp of the Jihad Army.

A few hours later, Alfred arrived at Tempelhof.

The camp of the holy war army was a little chaotic. After all, it was a patchwork of religious troops, secular troops, mercenaries, and wizards. Alfred hurriedly handed the little girl over to a combat priest and asked his subordinates to get her something to eat. Clean up, and then rush to the camp.

The Archbishop of the Justice Church, Vikmar-The Resolute, is setting up marching missions. The reinforcements from Aviland and Solland are still on the way. Now only about 12,000 people have arrived at Templehof. There is a lot of controversy among the coaches about whether to march immediately , the archbishop and the legendary witcher Von Corden advocated marching immediately, and caught the undead first by surprise, while the mentor of the Sun Knight Lupio-Lie Yan and the light mage Jovi the Sun-seeker believed that they should wait for the army to converge.

Alfred also thought that he should wait for the army to converge, but he had to admit that it was reasonable for Vikmar and von Koden to rush forward. More than 10,000 people spent a lot of money eating and drinking every day, and there were almost no supplies in the vicinity. It is impossible for the Steele Territory to provide logistics. What can be relied on is the food relief from the Aviary Territory or even the supplies directly shipped from the Rick Territory. The logistics line is very long. The Jihad Army only needs to delay for a day, and the logistics will be tense. one day.

At the same time, according to the news from the scouts, the undead army is still slowly gathering. If they march at this time, they may be able to catch Manfred by surprise and go straight to Dunkenhof Castle.

After discussing for three hours with no results, Vikma signaled to take a break today and end the meeting, and then summoned a group of crazy vampire hunters. These vampire hunters are not official demon hunters. Suffering from Nagash's whispers, he was close to madness, but also revealed a fatal news-the undead are planning to resurrect Nagash!

When Alfred came out of the big tent, he saw the flames and the huge smoke column in the distance.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"It's the Dark Valley, my lord cardinal. Our vanguard has reached Night City and burned it to ashes. That kind of place that hides filth should never have existed," a cardinal said casually. Said.

"However, many people there are innocent civilians!" Alfred was surprised.

"If they become the dogs of the undead, they are no longer civilians, but enemies." As soon as the cardinal finished speaking, Alfred was about to say something, and he suddenly found that the little girl he brought back was being killed by several ascetics. Press on a tree stump.

"No! What are you going to do?!" Alfred pushed the cardinal away and roared angrily.

It was too late, the flail fell, the little girl's head exploded, and blood and white liquid sprayed everywhere.

Before she died, she looked at Alfred with incomprehensible eyes, as if she didn't understand why these people would treat her like this?

"No!" Alfred picked up his weapon and was about to rush towards the group of ascetic monks, and killed the ascetic monk who was being executed with a hammer: "She's just a child, she doesn't understand anything! She doesn't understand anything!"

A bloody clash erupted within the camp until Archbishop Vekmar arrived.

"Any filth must be purified immediately! Alfred." After Vikma understood the cause and effect of the matter, the archbishop, under Alfred's expectant gaze, immediately criticized him: "Do you know what you are doing?" What are you doing? Alfred, you idiot, are you trying to cover up a vampire?!"

"She's not a vampire, she's just an ordinary human child!" Alfred shouted when everyone stopped him.

"Ordinary human children will have bloody mouths, and human internal organs hidden in their clothes?" The archbishop slapped Alfred on the face, and Vicma's voice sounded like a bell: "Wake up! My cardinal! Have you forgotten the teachings of our Lord? Have you forgotten our dogma? The filth must be purified, for King Lane's sake, don't let me remind you a second time!"

After the archbishop scolded Alfred in front of everyone, the farce ended in a hurry, and Alfred sat on the ground slumped.

Is there something wrong?

We are here to save Sylvania, but why...we brought massacre and destruction to our fellow man?

Is it... something wrong?

……… I am the dividing line of Manfred biss………

"The crusaders have reached Tempelhof."

Dunkenhof Castle, Manfred von Carstein is discussing the next step with Arkhan, the Lich King.

"If the Jihad army is allowed to gather, it will be a big threat to us." Akhan said calmly: "We should attack first."

"No." Manfred smiled sternly: "If we attack Sylvania first, who will be the happiest?"

"Jihad Army?" Akhan thought thoughtfully.

"Yes, they want us to rush out, they want us to leave Sylvania and fight them in the sun." Manfred nodded: "In this way, we can neither take advantage of our military strength nor complete the trapping of the Archbishop plan of."

"Then next..."

"Fortunately, we have an excellent servant who can complete this task." Manfred clapped his hands, and a necromancer stepped out of the darkness.

"Hermann Goust, the youngest of the five Tempelhof brothers."

"He understands the terrain of Tempelhof, and he can complete the task of luring the enemy. It only needs a decent defeat. Vekmar must personally lead the holy war army into Sylvania and follow."

"you sure?"

"I am very sure, because I know our archbishop very well, he will definitely make such a decision, definitely."