Chapter 352 Strange Bird

May 4th.

Outside Leonards Canyon, Balder Post.

Because it is only more than a hundred kilometers away from the "Holy Temple", all the guard posts in the nearby territory are controlled by the "Rose Cross". The authority of the lords here was greatly weakened by the theocracy, but many nobles depended on the "Rose Cross" for their income, so they had no right to pick and choose when it came to military issues, and acquiesced to this situation.

And as the last checkpoint outside the Brill Forest, the number of soldiers at Baldr Sentinel exceeds 200 all year round, and they are well-equipped, so it is no problem to deal with some small heathen teams.

But today...they suffered an unprecedented blow.

The soldiers gathered together and launched a charge in coordination with the enemies in front of the cavalry. However, what came head-on was a large group of "shadow guards" with purple-black smoke all over their bodies-the priests' magic was almost completely ineffective, After the rumbling sound, the soldiers of the "Rose Cross" turned on their backs in an instant, and what followed was a one-sided massacre-the dozens of "Shadow Guards" over two meters tall held purple swords and almost dealt with the Templars. One knife at a time, just a few minutes, completely leveled this small guard post.

"Purge All Heretics"

Bishop Goethe, who was wearing a black robe, suddenly raised the scepter in his hand, and the sudden burst of shadow power covered the entire guard post in an instant, causing spiked armor to grow on the "shadow guards", and their figures became stronger by three points out of thin air...

Hundreds of "Rosicrucian" soldiers were killed with almost no resistance, and the whole battle lasted only fifteen minutes from beginning to end—and when it was over, Bishop Goethe, who was standing in the ruins, did not He didn't show much satisfaction, but frowned and looked at the "Viper's Kiss" scepter in his hand

"It shouldn't be like this..."

As the cardinal of the "Viper Cross", Goethe's strength ranks first in the sect. According to the player's classification, he has advanced to level 35 at this time, and he is a powerful figure who has crossed the first threshold.

For the understanding of "shadow magic", Goethe is much better than the original "snake tooth" Gallup, but the more so, the more disappointed he is with the legendary "scepter" in his hand.

It is indeed powerful, and the shadow element it contains far surpasses all the staffs that Goethe has come into contact with before, but this seems to be the only advantage it can speak... Apart from this, this staff does not show any "magic weapon" "Should be characteristic - Goethe can feel the vague "will" contained in the scepter, but the other party has been in a "sleep" state for several days after the seal was broken, and there is no communication with him intention.

In other words, this scepter is just a prop that can unleash the power of magic, which is completely inconsistent with the Pope's original description...

"Does it still take time?"

Gripping the scepter tightly with his fingers, Goethe closed his eyes, carefully felt the power inside the scepter, and then found that after this battle, the energy contained in the "Viper's Kiss" not only did not decrease, but increased slightly...

This discovery eased the discomfort in Goethe's heart. In any case, the full sense of power when holding the scepter was indeed something he had never had before.

He took a deep breath, and then asked the subordinates beside him: "How is the team in Brill Forest?"

"My lord, the news just came that all squadrons have arrived at their predetermined positions and are waiting for orders at any time."

Goethe nodded, raised his eyes, looked at the sun above his head, narrowed his eyes and said: "Rush to the decisive battle area before number six, deal with it and leave.

"Everything is going according to plan."

May 5th.

The heavy rain in Brill Forest finally stopped.

"Report the loss."

"roy in"

"Bart in"

"charlton in"

Voices came from all around, and after finally confirming that there were no dead members in the team, Sally finally breathed a sigh of relief and leaned helplessly against a tree beside her.

This should be the largest encounter in the past few days. Although the "Viper Cross" made the appearance of retreating, there are actually some suicidal troops in the forest. Tough, but that kind of desperate attack really brought a lot of trouble to the "Rose Cross" team.

If it was two or three months ago, Sally was confident that she could handle such a battle with ease, but at this moment, she felt unspeakably exhausted from the bottom of her heart—the conditions in the forest were too harsh, the sleeping environment that could not fully rest, the continuous The high-intensity fighting, poor food supplies, and various factors have made Sally realize that this team has basically reached the critical point of body and will.

They need to rest, not keep fighting.

"How long is the supply enough?"

"Captain Sally, there is only one day's worth of food left, and the supplies that were supposed to be delivered the day before yesterday have not arrived."

"Understood," Sally frowned, and reached out to pin her messy and wet hair behind her ears. Two months ago, it was impossible for the supply to be delayed, but now the teams are scattered all over the forest. , The supply line is too long, and similar situations often happen, and it is useless to complain. She can only try her best to find a way-"Reduce the food ration by one third, and wait for the order from above."

Sally's face was very pale at this time. Some team members came to ask her if she was not feeling well. She shook her head and said she was fine. She took out the map in the simple tent to confirm her current location. Sally called the adjutant and asked: "Haven't the flanking team extended their reconnaissance to the fullest?"

"According to reports, they only carried out a small-scale reconnaissance within two kilometers, because the frontal reconnaissance reported that the enemy's main force had all withdrawn from the forest..."

"What kind of logic is this? Could it be that if the enemy's main force leaves the flanks, they won't stay?"

Sally complained in a low voice, but she also understood that such an arrangement was basically made by that Bishop Mograine—the other party was not a general who was good at leading troops in battle, and now he was commanding such a large army by "remote control" In the battle, it is normal to have many neglected areas, but although such "negligence" seems insignificant, in Sally's eyes, it cannot be ignored at all.

She has witnessed her father's battle, followed Rody through a small ambush, and escaped from the enemy's pursuit, knowing that any "detail" may change the outcome of the war.

"Roy, Bart, the two of you each take a horse and go to the periphery of the entire brigade to detect a circle, extending a range of ten kilometers."

"Captain, is this..."

"Meddling your own business?" Sally shook her head, and said in a low voice, "I know that such an order is inappropriate, but some people don't care about our lives, so we can only cherish ourselves... Bring enough food and set off now."

"Yes, Captain"

Sally's performance over the past few months has already convinced the team members, so the two soldiers immediately made preparations, and within a few minutes, the soldiers on the other side brought Mograine's latest order——

"Launch a decisive battle outside the forest before the seventh?"

Sally stood up and narrowed her eyes, "The soldiers are in poor condition and are not suitable for combat at all. How can they go head-to-head with the enemy two days later?"

After she finished speaking, she also knew that it was useless to complain like this, and the soldier who delivered the order also had a bad face, and said in a low voice: "Captain, Lord Mograine may think that the enemy has no ability to resist..."

"Possibly? The enemy might set up a trap for us to jump in. There can be no luck in war, otherwise we won't know how to die." Sally sighed and asked, "Where is our reserve team? Soldiers without support?"

"I heard that it was in Pass Town. It seems that they were not mentioned in this decisive battle. Maybe..."

He opened his mouth, looked at Sally's increasingly gloomy face, but finally said nothing.

"Go and report back, just say I know, the team will arrive at the rendezvous point."

Sally sighed, turned around and walked to the distance, her figure slowly disappeared into the shadow of the trees.

The battle in Brill Forest is coming to an end, and when such an ending battle is about to start, Cardinal Mograine, who is in the "Holy Temple", doesn't care about this matter at all. A piece of news to report...

"Roddy? What is he doing here?"

"He met with Rubens in the inner city, and then left last night. The specific whereabouts are unknown. After the follower left the city, he lost his trace...

Mograine was very surprised by this news. In his eyes, the name "Roddy" was just a symbol, representing Rubens' ridiculous plan and naive delusions. As for others, he didn't even have the slightest sense of "threat". "nothing.

People who are not at the same level, what "threat" are we talking about?

He shook his head and said: "Maybe Rubens wants to jump the wall in a hurry, pay attention to the movement, he will have nothing to say after this battle is over."

After the order was given, he felt that this was not appropriate, and added: "Arrange him to come to see me once on the 7th, and I want to listen carefully to his opinion."

This is of course a literal politeness, and it is still unclear whether to "listen to the opinion" or slap the other party in the face.

As for that Roddy, Mograine has already left him behind...Anyway, this kind of role can't affect his plan.

Just when Mograine had such an idea in his mind, the "Rose Cross" reserve team, which was in a state of leisure and rest in the town of Pass in the east of the Brill Forest, suddenly received an urgent order.

"Urgent preparations and departure? But..."

The commander-in-chief of the reserve team is a bishop of the diocese, holding the letter with the signature of Bishop Mograine in a daze - why did he change the military order in the afternoon when he received the news in the morning that he did not need to participate in the possible decisive battle on the 7th? Woolen cloth?

"There is nothing 'but, this is Lord Mograine's order, if you choose to refuse, I will report the truth."

The priest who came to deliver the letter was wearing a blue and white cassock, his face looked a little pale, but his expression was very calm, as if he was business-like.

"I... I will naturally follow the orders of the adults." After looking at each other for a while, the bishop still chose to compromise. He turned his head and ordered to his subordinates: "All squadron leaders gather immediately, and within an hour I want to see Until all the teams appear on the school field"

Turning his head, he was about to speak, but his eyes looked into the air with some surprise: "What is that?"

The priest in front of him turned his head, glanced at the ridiculous flying squirrel in the sky, and said calmly: "It's just a bird, my lord bishop, I think... this won't affect the departure time of the team, will it?"