Although the relationship between the two countries is not very good, the old diplomat still smiles professionally when they meet.

"Welcome to the free kingdom—Vanriel! Sir!"

He walked forward with great strides, opened his arms and shouted to Bishop Carl and his party who were getting off the flying boat. Seeing the old diplomat, Bishop Carl also walked over with a smile.

"May the goddess protect you, the people of order."

Both sides looked at each other and smiled, then they shook hands.

"So, please come with me, we have prepared our residence for you..."

"No."

Bishop Carl shook his head and interrupted the old diplomat.

"Our temple attaches great importance to the report submitted by the Variel Parliament. If possible, we want to go ahead and take a look..."

Hearing Bishop Carl's words, the old diplomat raised his brows slightly, and then the smile on his face became eager again.

"Of course, of course, you have always been proud of protecting order. I can understand that, but now you may waste some time on the front line... In short, please come with me."

As he spoke, the old diplomat turned his head and walked outside with everyone.

The group quickly left the airport, but not long after, Bishop Carl and others found that the road in front of them was already scattered - the reason was very simple, because there were people everywhere in the streets and squares, holding candles and flowers in their hands, and it seemed that they were doing something. At this moment, the old diplomat whispered a few words to his servant beside him, and then showed a sorry smile to everyone in front of him.

"Sorry, everyone, before leaving the square, we may have to walk. The road has been blocked, and we will send people to prepare transportation on the other side."

"What are you doing?"

Looking at the people in front of him, Bishop Carl asked.

"It seems that they are praying?"

"Oh, this is not prayer, sir."

The smile of the old diplomat has not changed at all, it is completely professional.

"This is mourning... In the previous battle with the evil monsters, the families of the soldiers who died in battle are mourning for them, hoping that their souls can receive eternal rest..."

Speaking of this, the old diplomat sighed softly.

"This is a really heavy blow to us, Vanriel, and it is precisely because of this that we hope to get the support of the temple."

I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but the old diplomat’s voice became louder at this moment, attracting the attention of many people around me.

"We all live in this world, so we should support each other, right? Lord Bishop? These evil monsters are enemies of all living beings, and we must destroy them! Only in this way can we be worthy of the heroes who died in battle!"

At this moment, more and more people walked towards this side and looked at Bishop Carl and his group curiously. The bishop's robe they wore was so conspicuous. After all, in Variel, no one would wear it like this.

"Grandpa..."

At this moment, a child holding a candle walked out of the crowd and looked at the old diplomat with red eyes.

"What people say is, are they from the Kingdom of Holy Church? Will they help us destroy those monsters?"

"Oh, I'm afraid I can't answer this question, kid."

Looking at the child in front of him, the old diplomat smiled bitterly, and then he looked at Bishop Carl embarrassedly. The child also looked at Bishop Carl.

"Grandpa, will you help us destroy those monsters? Will you help my dad get revenge?"

Hearing the child's inquiry, Carl reached out and gently touched the other person's little head.

"Children, we are all people of order. As long as we protect order, we will not refuse."

After listening to Bishop Carl's answer, the child blinked his red and swollen eyes, as if he didn't know what to say, while Bishop Carl nodded with a smile and then continued to walk forward.

Seeing Bishop Carl's reaction, the expression on the old diplomat's face did not change at all. He just walked in front with a few followers, while Bishop Carl and his group followed behind. After that, neither side spoke and silently walked out of the square where the mourning ceremony was held. On the street, the carriage used to greet him was ready.

"Please get in the car."

After looking at Bishop Carl and others, the old diplomat whispered.

"Next, we'll head to the front line, where you'll get everything you want to know."

"Then, I'll trouble you."

He nodded to the old diplomat, and everyone got into the carriage. Then Bishop Carl closed his eyes, and soon, a dissatisfied voice came from his mind.

(Did you see it? These guys are really good at acting!)

(They are desperate to tie us up onto the chariot... This is obviously not normal)

The elf bishop's voice was still calm, but a trace of it was revealed in his tone. The others nodded, they were not blind, of course they understood what the country of Fire was doing along the way, perhaps the mourning ceremony was indeed true, and the people gathered in the square were indeed the families of the fallen soldiers, but it was not accidental that Vanriel placed the ceremony here... As for what they were thinking, everyone present knew it very well.

However………

(What the hell do they want to do is they so anxious?)

The orc protagonist touched his smooth big bald head and frowned.

(In terms of the relationship between the Temple and the Kingdom of Fire, they are so anxious. What is the problem here?)

(Anyway, we are the eyes of order)

Bishop Carl did not answer this question. He opened his eyes and looked at the wilderness of the car window.

(We have only one thing to do, to determine whether those monsters are enemies of order. If they are really enemies of order, then no matter what the Kingdom of Fire is going to do, we cannot let...well?)

Speaking of this, Bishop Carl was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly sat up.

"Did you feel it?"

“…………………”

Without Bishop Carl said anything, the others widened their eyes in surprise. The Elf Bishop closed his eyes, sensed them carefully for a moment, and then nodded.

"The power of order is very stable... there is no sign of weakness!"

"What the hell is going on?"

At this moment, everyone was getting more and more confused. They were now heading to the front line of the Kingdom of Fire. Logically speaking, this should be a place where the power of order is quite unstable. But what everyone could not imagine was that the power of order here was extremely stable and there was no feeling of any recession and fluctuation in the boundary of order!

What exactly happened here?

With doubts, Bishop Carl and his party came to the border fortress of the Kingdom of Flame, and here, they finally saw the swarm of insects located on the unexplored land on the other side through the crystal ball!

"hiss-----!!"

When the five bishops saw the images projected on the screen in front of them, they almost couldn't help but gasp. In the image, countless worms were wandering around in the wilderness, with terrifying spine needle reptiles and spore reptiles everywhere, plus the anti-blind eye demons swaying in the air and various nest spires, paired with a crimson-like fungus blanket, it looked like a scene of demons dancing around.

If you don’t know, they all believe it to be hell!!

"After the expeditionary forces were wiped out, these terrible monsters appeared in the border areas."

At this moment, the fortress commander also said to the five bishops with a sad face.

"They are hundreds of thousands... and maybe even more! What's important is that now we have almost no way to fight these monsters. They will lurk underground to launch attacks and have long-range firepower. What's more, these monsters are not afraid of death. Unless they are killed, they will never retreat..."

Speaking of this, the commander sighed.

"We have nothing to do."

“……………………………”

Looking at the scene in front of him, Bishop Carl was silent for a moment, then he looked at each other with the four bishops and nodded.

"Please immediately let us meet with those survivors and those who have first come into contact with these... creatures, we need more detailed information."

"Of course, no problem."

The Fire Country was also extremely cooperative with Bishop Carl's request. Soon, the survivors who had been attacked by the swarm appeared in front of everyone and began to tell their experience with lingering fear.

"………The bugs suddenly emerged from the ground!! They have never shown this kind of characteristics before! Those damn monsters are as cunning as the devil! They are deliberately numbing us, damn! damn!"

“………Are you sure you didn’t rashly break into places like their habitats?”

Looking at the mage in front of him, the dwarf bishop asked, and the mage glared at him fiercely.

"How is this possible? We were not attacked as soon as we entered! When those monsters attacked us, our army had completely penetrated into the hinterland. I was at the end of the team. They surrounded us and completely cut off our contact with the central army! Then they launched a fierce attack on us! We had no support. If I didn't run at that time, there would be only a dead end! Those cunning monsters! Damn it! Damn it!"

As he spoke, the mage teared his hair and showed a painful expression.

"They are all dead, they are all dead..."

“……………………I was the first one to lead a team to an unexplored land.”

The sheriff sat listlessly on the chair, staring at his hands.

"I can't forget now that my contact with those monsters... those terrible monsters, they killed my subordinates, my entourage..."

"You are lying."

At this moment, the Orc Bishop suddenly slapped the desk. He stared at the sheriff's guard, and the holy light in his hand emitted a dazzling light.

"In front of the goddess of order, you must keep your awe and do not deceive us with lies!"

“……………………………”

Perhaps because he was frightened by the orc bishop's roar, the sheriff was also shocked and nodded quickly.

"Yes, I'm sorry, maybe I remembered it wrong... Let me think about it... By the way, I was competing with the Iron Shield family to see who entered the unexplored land first, and then my horse suddenly stopped, and it was like I was frightened and dropped me off the horse... Yes, yes, I wanted to see what happened, and at that time, I felt someone patting my shoulder..."

Speaking of this, the sheriff seemed to recall that scene and became bloodless.
To be continued...