Self-discipline is king in horse riding and slashing

The rat people were furious. For this alluring aroma, they spent a lot of effort digging upward tunnels, even using dangerous warpstone bombs, and dug continuously for more than a month.

Now that we have finally dug it through, those centaurs have actually escaped!

Even if he ran away, he actually took all the food away!

"Don't worry, they can't escape, I swear on the name of the Gray Prophet!"

An extremely confident voice came from below the cave, and with a flash of green light, a figure wearing a mage's robe and a horned helmet stepped on a round shield and "bang" came up from below.

Why do you say boom?

Quite simply, this Scrat stuffed a bomb made of warpstone powder under his shield.

He saw the elf sword in his left hand and the Sigma Mage Academy standard staff in his right hand, jumping down from the shield with great confidence.

plop~

He threw his face and grabbed the ground with great confidence.

"Master Prophet, are you okay?"

Although the rat people like to fight among themselves, they are still reliable to the people of their own clan, especially the gray prophets.

No matter how unreliable he is.

"Ahem, I'm fine, I just uh... stretch my muscles?"

Chuan Kuiluo quickly got up from the ground, stretched out his hand to straighten the horned helmet, and then explained seriously.

Just then, an accident happened.

Boom!

The vibration of the warpstone bomb caused the tunnel below the cave to collapse, and the cave was also affected.

hum~

A green light flashed, and the Gray Prophet appeared outside the cave.

boom!

With a louder roar, dozens of rat warriors in the cave, and nearly a thousand rat miners below, returned their souls to their crazy gods - the big and horned rats (yes, this chant is a sentence break) of).

"Ah...trust me, it was just an accident!"

After Chuanquluo was silent for a while, he explained loudly to the cave that was sealed due to collapse.

Tens of seconds later, the Gray Prophet appeared on the edge of the hillside and saw a huge golden font.

roll!

what does that mean?

Are you letting me go? !

"I won't! I want to go, but before that, I have to complete the task first!"

He screamed and glanced hard at the direction of Teldrassil City, then quickly ran down the mountain.

......

At the same time, Mattek City.

Matek City is not so much a city, but in fact, apart from its name, it has no characteristics that a city should have. Its only defensive facility is an extremely wide wooden wall with different heights.

Its height of 7 meters and width of 3 meters can also resist the attacks of some wild beasts and small legions. Compared with the three major cities once controlled by the Bretonnian Knights - Kofa, Zandiri, and Lashkar.

It's like one is in the sky and the other is under the earth.

The reason why it ranks fourth is entirely due to the fanatical Knights of Thean and the large population of Bretonnian free people who are forced to live here.

Why do you say forced?

Because they can no longer survive, and the Thean Knights can provide them with food and housing.

The price is to become a war servant of the Knights, accompanying the army during wartime, doing all the daily work, and not being able to leave at will.

Therefore, these Baator people who were forced to believe in the "Lady of the Lake" affectionately gave the Thean Knights a new name - Thean Jihad Army.

In the beginning, in order to survive, these Baator people could only try to maintain a fanatical belief.

But as time goes by, whether actively or passively, quite a few old farmers gradually integrate into the life of the Se'an Jihad Army, and their spiritual world is completely occupied by the "girls in the lake".

As a result, even though Balon Tegan, the leader of the Knights, lost contact with the army for nearly two days, there was not a single commotion in this simple city of nearly 50 people.

This situation is naturally not the result of how good the public security is in Martek, but the result of the civilian class Holy Grail believers taking the initiative to take to the streets to maintain order.

Any behavior that causes riots or forcibly leaves will be severely punished by this group of people. Their methods are so severe that even the bastards in the regular army will break out in cold sweats.

Although there is little hope, some people still want to rush out. They want to take advantage of this opportunity to go to Zandiri. Not long ago, they heard from the merchants who came here that an Eastern Duke came there. He recruited hundreds of free people, and The treatment is excellent.

"Commons, go back to your rooms, otherwise, you will be burned as heretics!"

Before this group of organized Baator people could get close to the gate, they were stopped by a group of Se'an people armed with sticks. Their tone was extremely cold, but there was a pair of extremely fanatical eyes on Muna's face.

The Baator man in the front row felt his scalp numb just after being glanced at.

"I want to go to Heka Territory, and I want to support Earl Baron!"

Just as the Se'an people raised their sticks on the human wall, a Baator man shouted urgently. He wanted to turn back, but the people behind him pushed him forward. During the crisis of life and death, there were many thoughts in his head. Such a sentence.

"Are you going to support?"

As the Baator man yelled, the rapidly advancing human wall suddenly stopped, and their eyes gradually returned to normal from frenzy.

"Yes, I'm going to support the Se'an Crusaders!"

Seeing that his words had an effect, the Baator man added another punch.

"Very good, then go over there!"

The Se'an leader nodded with satisfaction upon hearing this, waved his hand, and the human wall gave way to a passage.

"For the Lady of the Lake!"

The Baator man raised his hands and shouted. He passed through the passage safely and then disappeared outside the gate.

"We are with him, and we are also going to support the Se'an Jihad Army!"

Seeing this, the crowd behind also started shouting.

In the end, they got what they wanted.

"Phew~ I'm so exhausted, drink some water to calm down!"

The Bato man who was the first to leave Matek City ran a certain distance and sat down on the ground. He pulled out the cork of his water bag and took a big sip.

"Hey, why does it smell weird?"

He smacked his lips after drinking, breathed out into his palm, and smelled it.

"It stinks! Maybe I have a bad stomach. Maybe it will be better when I get to Zandiri!"

He stood up and looked in the direction of Zandiri, only to find a row of large golden characters floating in the sky in the distance.

"Food, shelter, and medical treatment are all included!"

so good? !

The Baator man was stunned for a moment, and he carefully recalled the location.

Isn't that where the Necromancer is?

The information in Matek City is very backward. Most of the time, people believe what others say. When the prophetess appeared to speak, the residents of the city thought that the Thean Knights were responding to the call to eliminate the vampire necromancer entrenched there.

Ok?

Why did it change again?

"Food, shelter, and treatment are included. The Duke of the East is here!"

The Baator man rubbed his eyes unconfidently, and after a few seconds he changed direction as if he had made some important decision.

At this moment, due to the successful departure of a wave of people from Matek City, a large number of Baator people shouted "support" but carried all their wealth on their backs. They gathered into a large wave and rushed towards the north gate.

This naturally attracted great attention from the defenders, and a large number of Thean people followed the call to maintain order.

But in this way, Matek's already collapsed city defense was completely turned into a decoration. Except for the defenders at the south city gate who did not move, all other surveillance posts were ineffective.

"They left..."