Chapter 234 Absolute Disadvantage

The warm sunlight projected into the room through the gap in the curtains. The gray-haired Duke of Angmar turned his head, put down the parchment in his hand, got up and opened the curtains, and then stretched out his hand to open the window.

The cold air poured into the room, and the warmth created by the fireplace was instantly expelled. The old prince frowned slightly. The cold made his mind clearer, but the message he received in the early morning made him unable to calm down even now. .

After taking a few breaths, Angmar immediately coughed—the maid Julie hurried over to put on the cloak for him, and whispered to persuade him to leave the window quickly.

"Old... old."

Tightening the cloak on his shoulders, Angmar waved his hands, but his gaze was looking at Houlier's north wall, where in the light of the morning light, a team that was leaving the city could be vaguely seen there.

"I hope I can make it in time."

He sighed, and the servants who came after him came over to ask for instructions in a low voice—"Bishop Benjamin is downstairs to see the master."

Seeming to have expected this, Angmar responded in a low voice: "Let him come up and talk."

Not long after, Benjamin, dressed in a priest's robe, came to Angmar—the bishop didn't say a word when he came up, but bowed deeply and apologized, and said in shame: "There are traitors in the sect...I really do... helpless

"Apologizing now won't help him either."

Angmar gave a little support, but he didn't mean to turn his face. He wanted to say something, but he coughed.

Benjamin raised his hand to use the holy light technique to heal him, but the old duke waved his hand to stop him: "Using too many magic spells is not good because of...cough... I still know about it."

Having said that, Benjamin will naturally not continue to cast spells. After a moment of silence, he continued: "I tried my best to block the news, but in the end it was discovered that someone leaked it... There is no way, I can only get the team on the road as soon as possible, I hope this can catch up..."

"The plan can't keep up with the changes, and it's useless for you and me to blame ourselves." Even though he said this, Angmar's face was still gloomy. Although he didn't offend anyone in his mouth, it could be seen that he was indeed very angry, "Rody stands alone against us." These old men killed the Blightcaller and the mastermind behind it a few days ago, so much credit, but we gave him this kind of 'help'? I know it's not your fault, but...it's hard to say, really Can't justify..."

"I am ashamed to let such a junior stand up for me when I am old."

Although such words are very light, they are so important that they make Benjamin's old face flush in an instant - he is so ashamed that he can't lift his head at all. For a man of his age, if he said such a thing, he would lose face after all.

"I'll do my best. If this matter can pass, it will pass. If it can't—"

Angmar shook his head and sighed, didn't say any more, just lowered his eyes and said: "Go back and arrange it early, no matter what, Everta should be cleaned up."

Benjamin seemed to be relieved at last, bowed his head again and apologized, then left silently

But after he left, Angmar coughed violently again—this time he coughed for a long time and was more intense. The maid Julie hurried over with warm water and patted the Duke's back. At the beginning, the originally pale face was very red due to the congestion, and it took a long time to recover slowly.

Julie wanted to call Bishop Benjamin who had just left, but Angmar waved her hand and refused. Enduring the pain in his chest, he came to the desk, picked up the quill pen and continued writing the letter.

"...There are traitors... I'm really ashamed..."

At the same time, Earl Owen sneered against the cold wind blowing from the forest...

"No wonder you have to hold back all the time. It turns out that you have to wait for the twelfth to make a move."

The letter paper in his hand was just delivered this morning, and the source is naturally the "Rosate Cross" Monastery in Houlier City—no matter how confidential the information is, no amount of blocking can hold back the traitor...

And because of the existence of this traitor, Roddy's plan to wipe out all the "traitors" in the Efta territory has completely lost its effect.

Although his plans are meticulous, they can only be called "conspiracies", but once the conspiracy is known to the opponent, all his advantages will be disintegrated in an instant

"Baron Soderol... sixty knights and twenty infantrymen under his command? It's a ridiculous troop ratio—there's a man named Rody? I've never heard of such a man..."

Recalling the content written in the letter, Earl Owen was actually rather disapproving: an army with less than a hundred people... in front of him, it is just a group of weak scum that can be crushed to death at will.

Originally, he thought that he could avenge Lord Ansardin himself, but now it seems that the two barons he sent earlier are enough to solve all this.

He looked up at the sun, guessing in his heart what would happen to this "Baron Soderol"—I am afraid that his head will be brought up in front of him soon, right?

However, this kind of thought hadn't disappeared yet, and a few figures running wildly on horseback appeared in the field of vision - when they approached, Owen realized that the people in front of him looked familiar...

"Please...for help"

"Master Owen, we need support"

A few minutes later, Earl Owen, who was listening to these knights' stories, widened his eyes and even suspected that he was hallucinating.

Sixty knights, more than one hundred and thirty infantrymen, only so few came back after an encounter?

Earl Owen was not stupid, and immediately asked about the battle process in detail, and after analyzing the words of these knights, he frowned deeply.

Soderol actually established a line of defense in the forest?

This kind of thing made Duke Owen a little headache: he knew very well that if he rushed forward with his troops rashly, his fate would not be much better than those of the two dead barons.

"Pass my order, immediately increase the patrol area around Kig Town, and report any changes immediately - if you see any unidentifiable teams, be vigilant"

Increase the scope of monitoring and gradually squeeze Soderol's range of action. From a military point of view, Earl Owen is obviously well versed in the art of war.

His approach is extremely correct, because according to the insider's news, it will take two days for the "Rose Cross" team who tried to destroy him to arrive here, and before that, he can monitor all the surrounding areas and look for the broken Chance

Grasping the initiative of the information, Earl Owen immediately stood in the position of "active manipulator" from the "passively beaten" situation--however, this reversal of the situation did not end. Not long after the investigation order was executed, a line from the forest The news that came back from the middle made the earl show a sinister smile...

His scouts found a strange team heading in the direction of Soderol.

When the time approached noon, the battlefield outside the forest was basically silent.

The strong smell of blood filled the air, but after smelling it for a long time, the initial nausea was gone. Inside the forest line of defense, the resting soldiers had just had a simple lunch and were resting at this time. And Akasha walked among the soldiers, continuously releasing "recovery spells" on the injured scouts one by one.

"Thank you, Pastor Akasha."

"You're welcome."

A sword has no eyes, and injury is inevitable. Soldiers are not machines, they are afraid of death, and they will hurt when they are stabbed. This is something that must be experienced—however, the existence of Akasha has greatly relieved their pain, so for this beautiful priest, they are all angry Respect from the heart, and the words are extremely polite.

Feeling the sincere greetings from these soldiers, Akasha felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in her heart—in the past, the study of divine arts was just "research". I feel like I'm doing a good job.

But when she returned to Rody's side, Akasha was directly reprimanded.

"Who told you to do this? The battle is far from over. Consuming mana is a big taboo. You are not allowed to do this without my order. Do you hear me?"

After being uttered by these few words, Akasha was at a loss for a moment. She pursed her lips and wanted to refute something, but in the end she lowered her head and endured it, and murmured: "I see."

I felt so wronged that tears rolled down my eyes.

"Just remember it, take it."

In the field of vision, a blue crystal bottle was stuffed into his hand, and Rody's slow-tongued advice came from his ear: "Take it slowly, the effect will be better, at least keep the mana at more than half at any time."

"OK, thank you."

Akasha lowered her head and clenched the bottle of mana potion, most of the grievances and dissatisfaction in her heart dissipated, but then she found that Rody's face was always gloomy, so she mustered up her courage and asked, "I...we didn't win Is there anything else?"

"Go and recover your mana, you won't understand even if you tell me."

Roddy didn't mean to explain, he completely treated her like a child. This made Akasha very unconvinced, but when she saw Suo Deluoer approaching with a serious face, she gave up the idea of ​​continuing to talk, walked not far away and sat down to meditate.

But far away, she could vaguely hear the voices of the two:

"According to the plan, Nata should be here..."

"...I sent people to investigate just now, but the report said that there are suddenly more spies outside the town...it seems strange that the area is so large..."

He didn't say a few words intermittently, but a guy with wounds ran over with the help of the scouts——Akasha knew this guy, his name was Buffon, and he was one of the two mercenaries that Rody rescued back then. one.

Seeing the blood on Buffon's body, Akasha got up instinctively and wanted to cast a magic spell, but Buffon ignored the pain and said words that shocked everyone with a trembling voice:

"Our team was besieged, and the village head of Elsa Village was also in the team. Both he and Miss Nata... were surrounded by the teams that appeared suddenly..."

"...It's useless to report to the Templars, there are hundreds of those guys, we can't beat them at all...

"Henry sent me to report the news, and they held off the pursuers for me..."

After Buffon said this, he passed out due to excessive blood loss, and the atmosphere in the woodland froze instantly because of these few words...