...

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

The Monastery of St. Lu'an is backed by the forest, and there is a plain with a winding stream flowing through it on the side. It looks like a good place to cultivate one's own character.

However, based on the terrain of the entire Gru region, he discovered the problem.

The terrain of the Gru area is similar to a basin, surrounded by mountains, and is a huge plain. Most civilians and serfs live on the plain in the middle, while Gru Fort is guarded above the only entrance in the basin suitable for ordinary people and cavalry to enter and exit. It can be said that one man is at the pass and ten thousand men cannot open it.

The Monastery of St. Lu'an was on the bottom edge of this basin and was innately clamped by Gruburg.

If someone controls Gruburg and then encircles the Monastery of St. Lu'an, the people in the Monastery of St. Lu'an will become cages and will not be able to fly.

Some people may say that behind the monastery is a forest and surrounded by mountains and forests, so where can we not be removed?

But in fact, this is simply unrealistic.

This place is different from the earth. There are many places in the wild that humans cannot set foot. Even in the mountains and forests near the human settlement area, there are many dangers. Not only are there beasts, but there are also powerful and cruel monsters, mysterious undead creatures, and various unpredictable dangers.

Even professionals with strength must first organize a team with complete professions and then make full preparations before they dare to go out for adventures, let alone ordinary believers with fairly average combat effectiveness?

There was a real conflict, and Katherine and the others were the turtles in the jar.

"It won't work like this, it's too dangerous."

Wu Hui frowned anxiously.

The news that the Third Patrol Regiment was incorporated by the monastery could not be kept for long.

Besides, there was such a big noise that night, and Lu'an City could tell what was going on with a little check. It was impossible for the monastery to be left alone.

Faced with the counterattack that Lu'an City could come at any time, the existence of Gruburg is simply a guillotine hanging above his head, threatening the monastery on the edge of the basin at all times, but the handle of the knife is still in the hands of others, which is really insecure.

Wu Hui looked down at the Gru Castle under his feet. The more he observed, the more he felt uneasy he felt. If these believers who had finally been created were wiped out, then Wu Hui would have to wait to die.

Finally, he felt cruel and made up his mind.

Gruburg must be in his own hands!

We must never give Lu Ancheng the chance to close the door and beat dogs!

As long as you swallow the Gru Fort, strangle the main traffic routes, and digest the manpower and weapons and equipment of Gru Fort, when the Monastery meets Lu'an City, you will have the confidence to protect yourself.

This battle must be fought.

No matter how great the sacrifice is, Gru Fort Gru as soon as possible and annex the entire Gru region.

...

Almost as Wu Hui made up his mind.

In Lu'an City, the incident of the Third Inspection Corps being incorporated after failed encirclement and suppression was finally noticed.

City Lord's Mansion.

It was dinner time, the Lord of Lu'an City and his officials were gathered in the restaurant waiting for a meal.

The light in the restaurant is a bit dim. For lighting, white candles are lit on the table and the corners of the wall. Under the orange-red candlelight, the mottled traces on the wall seem to have been soaked in hundreds of years, and a vicissitudes are revealed from the inside out.

On the long dining table, more than a dozen men in noble clothes sat on both sides, chatting while waiting for the kitchen to bring the prepared dinner.

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

He is the current lord of Lu'an City, Viscount Connor.

He was wearing a golden and red aristocratic dress, his light golden hair was neatly combed behind his head, and his beard was shaved cleanly. Although he had gained weight, his whole body was still filled with the laziness and arrogance that was unique to the aristocratic.

When a subordinate official spoke to him, Viscount Connor just responded casually, as if he didn't listen at all.

Suddenly.

A young man in an apprentice knight uniform opened the curtain and rushed in from outside, looking terrified: "Sir, something happened."

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

The young man swallowed his saliva and his voice was dry: "Our scout team had just sent back the news that the commander Nico failed to encircle the heresy and died on the spot. Other soldiers of the Third Patrol Regiment also rebelled collectively and swore allegiance to the pseudo-saint Catherine."

"What?!"

"How is this possible?!"

The entire restaurant was in an instant and almost all the officials showed disbelief on their faces.

The casual expression on Viscount Connor's face also frozen in an instant, and he could hardly believe his ears.

Nico is a level 3 knight with the troops of a patrol regiment and has been prepared for the encirclement and suppression. How is this possible?! Is the opponent too strong or Nico too useless?

He frowned and looked at the apprentice knight, suppressing his anger and continued to ask, "What's going on, explain it clearly."

Viscount Connor's tone was neither light nor heavy, and he did not deliberately release his pressure. However, the young apprentice knight breathed and felt a great pressure in an instant.

Although Viscount Connor always looks like a lazy noble master, he was actually a level 3 knight more than ten years ago, otherwise he would not be able to take the position of city lord. He is a little trainee knight who is less than level 1, and he is not enough to see Viscount Connor.

He almost subconsciously straightened his spine, and his palms were so nervous that he sweated: "The situation is, this is the case. According to the news collected by the scout team, the pseudo-saint brought those heresy to pray under the statue of the God of Light, and the God of Light descended the miracle..."

“Bad talk!”

Before he could finish speaking, Viscount Connor suddenly interrupted him, and a hint of anger flashed through his gray-green eyes: "The so-called God of Light has been falling for many years. How could it be possible to descend miracles? This must be the trick of the pseudo-saint!"

The apprentice knight was startled and quickly lowered his head and closed his mouth, not daring to say anything more.

Viscount Connor clenched his fists, his expression congested.

Although he said it firmly, he felt deeply uneasy in his heart.

According to the information he searched before, the pseudo-saint was only of level 3, and the few soldiers under him were only level 1 and level 2, and the rest were all civilians without combat effectiveness. Logically speaking, these people were just mobs and could never be opponents of the Third Patrol Regiment.

But, they won.

What does this mean? It means that someone will inevitably help them.

If they are only a stronger warrior or magician who helps them, it would be fine, if it is really...

Viscount Connor's heart trembled and he quickly stopped his thoughts. No, this is impossible. The God of Light has long been dead. There has been no miracles in the empire for decades. This cannot be true. It must be the conspiracy of the pseudo-saint.

However, even if the one who took action was not the God of Light, who could kill Niko, who had all his ambitions and abilities, and even let the Third Patrol Corps turn against him, this person's strength must be extraordinary and cannot be dealt with by ordinary people.

"It seems that I can only ask her to take action."

Viscount Connor calmed down a little, hesitated for a moment, and finally frowned and seemed to have made up some determination, and a light burst out in his eyes.

This wave of resurrection of light remnants must be suppressed no matter what the price is paid.
Chapter completed!