In the hands of a politician, this kind of matter would require a lot of deliberation and discussion before making a decision. But in the village where swords and knives were clashing, it became an urgent choice that had to be made!
If the Holy Temple Guards chose to give up and leave, then they would no longer have the support of any believers in this area. If they could not even protect their own people, then what was the point of having faith?
However, just as the two sides were staring at each other, the captain of the guards, Wright, waved his sword and shouted, "Kill these bandits!"
The paladins who were enraged by the bloody scene in front of them immediately swarmed forward. The paladins were originally in the process of robbing the paladins, so they were scattered all over the place. When the fully armored paladins charged in, the paladins were either dead, injured, or ran for their lives, scattering like birds and beasts.
Similar scenes happened in different villages. There were always "impulsive soldiers" who took the initiative to attack when both sides were in a standoff, and in the end, it resulted in a large scale battle.
Although the Holy Temple Guards had never been on the battlefield before, their superior equipment and numbers allowed them to crush their opponents. Even if they were to charge forward with their exhausted warhorses, they would still be able to withstand the attacks of their opponents and slash the lightly armored "Holy Army" Knights to death.
And the "Holy Army" Knights who were slashed to death were naturally dissatisfied. There were only about three hundred of them who went out to "collect food", and there were many more knights in the camp. Why would they be afraid when it came to numbers?
So just as Roddy completed the three "custom skills", he saw a group of warhorses running back pathetically from afar …
He sneered and tightened the gray robe on his body. Then, he picked up the bag with the two bows and put the 40 energy arrows that he had just made into the quiver. He covered it with a piece of cloth. With that, he looked no different from before with his Epic-tier equipment.
He reached out his hand and rubbed his hair, making it look messy. When Zach and the others rushed into the camp, he asked with a confused face, "Knight Zach, what happened?"
"Damn it! Something big happened! Get up and call for help! Pack your things and follow me for revenge! "
"That bunch of bastards from the Temple, I will kill them all!"
Curses could be heard all around. Roddy noticed that two of the knights who went out did not return. It was obvious that they had suffered a great loss at the hands of the Temple Guards. As more and more knights returned, the originally peaceful campsite boiled like a pot of oil with cold water poured into it. The neighing of horses and running figures could be heard everywhere. Not long after, groups of people actually rushed out without any signs of being stopped.
"You idiot! What are you waiting for!? "
Just as Roddy was looking around, Zach roared as he mounted his horse. Turning his head, Roddy realized that she was talking about him. He shrugged his shoulders in confusion. "What do you need me to do? Knight Zach? "
"I've already said it! Pick up your weapon and follow me! "
Zach was exasperated and did not notice Roddy's gray robe that was propped up by the Dragon Scale Armor. All he could think of was to bring his men back to take revenge. Not only did he scold Roddy, but the rest of the people in the campsite who were slower were also scolded.
"Lord Zach, don't we need to wait for orders?"
When Roddy's voice sounded again, the veins on Zach's head almost popped out. "Do you believe that I won't cut you down right now if you continue to spout nonsense?"
"Ah, I'll go, I'll go."
Roddy raised his hand. He indeed needed to go to the Temple, so he was still playing his role. But when he mounted the frail warhorse, he looked up at the sky. High up in the sky, the Needle-Tailed Sand Cone spread its wings and hovered steadily.
"Follow me!"
Zach could not be bothered with Roddy. With a wave of his long sword, he led all the knights in the campsite. In the billowing dust, groups of Sacred Army knights broke away from control and entered a war that had nothing to do with them.
*****
"Who can tell me what's going on?! Why didn't they listen to orders and act on their own?! "
Count Milnor's angry roar could be heard outside the tent, but the fear in his voice was unprecedented. Although this politician was not good at war, he knew very well what would happen if the army under him fought with the Rose Cross Army.
If it was just a small conflict caused by some issues, Milnor believed that he could completely suppress it with his current power. But if it turned into a 'war', it would be more than just shooting himself in the foot … It would be like sending himself to the gallows!
So when he heard the adjutant report that the Sacred Army's unauthorized collection of rations had triggered a large-scale battle, he immediately panicked.
"Lord Milnor, the Sacred Army can't stop them at all … They said that we don't have the right to stop them. They said that it's their own actions …"
"Their own actions?! How can they say such nonsense!? "
Milnor's throat was sore from shouting. He pointed outside the tent and said, "Bring the guards to stop them immediately! At all costs! Stop as many as you can. Go! "
The adjutant received the order and turned to leave. But just when he reached the entrance of the tent, he saw the curtain of the tent being opened.
The adjutant's body tensed up when he saw a black robe. He knew that the tall and skinny man with a terrifying aura was the Cardinal Bishop of the Viper Cross. Not only was his position high, but his aura was also indescribably strange. It was as if he could feel a cold and gloomy aura standing in front of him.
"Ah, Count Milnor, forgive me for coming without an invitation."
Cardinal Bishop Dean looked relaxed. He greeted the adjutant as if he was greeting a good friend after he entered the tent. However, the adjutant who was about to walk out of the tent was stopped by him.
"I think you should tell me why! I'm going to attack Efta, not the Holy Cathedral! Are you going to disobey His Majesty's order? "
Milnor's words sounded very imposing, but in Dean's eyes, it was just a show of strength. If he had a lot of troops and his power was not divided, as the commander of the army, why would he discuss such a problem with others? He would have suppressed it long ago when the incident happened. However, Milnor did not have enough military power. Secondly, he did not have personal strength that could convince the masses. So, he could only use the name of Charles II to scare people.
Unfortunately, Dean wasn't fooled by such tricks at all. He looked at Milnor calmly and sat on a simple chair by the side. He lifted his eyelids slightly and asked, "Count Milnor, would you like to know the reason? I can tell you in detail. "
The adjutant who was about to carry out the order felt that it was not appropriate for him to stay in the tent. He wanted to leave, but when he opened the curtain of the tent, he saw a white light in front of him.
"Pfft!"
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