"What? Metternich is dead? Four of the pursuit team were killed and two were injured?!"
Red-robed Bishop Hawke was shocked and angry. His thin face turned blue and white, then white and green, and his pointed bald head was about to puff out——
Hawke really couldn't help but be surprised and angry. Although the army he led had ten thousand people, it didn't mean that he could use these ten thousand people at will. In fact, just ten thousand people already had
Several forces were mixed together and twisted into a ball:
The Holy Knights of the Holy See, the Black Riders of the Inquisition, the armies of the Carolingian Kingdom and the Rhine Kingdom, the private armies of local lords along the way...
Everyone has his own thoughts and his own background.
The Royal Army always wants to preserve its strength;
Among the local lords, there are always a few boys hanging around the Radiant Saint;
The ascetics care nothing but the glory of God;
From time to time, the Inquisition would arrest someone to kill...
As the commander-in-chief of the army, he has to mobilize the army according to the strategy set by the Holy See in advance, but he also has to do some things that are not particularly public - such as arresting some heretics for execution, such as hunting down the group of heretics who sunk their ships and blocked the river.
To save his face as the commander-in-chief...
To him, Metternich's team was already a rare sharp and very useful knife.
Moreover, Gordon Metternich himself is still a level 9 knight, and he is only one step away from being promoted to a grand knight. If he cannot get back in this position, it will be like having someone slap him in the face.
"The majesty of the Lord of Glory cannot be desecrated! Paladins who dare to harm the Holy See must pay the price in blood!" In just a moment, Hawke made up his mind, stood up majestically, and his red robe rolled:
"Please come over, Master Taranto! Please come over, Lord Filmer! Please come over - Deputy Judge Lucerne!"
Master Taranto was the first to arrive. He was the one who flew to pray last night. On a cold day, his feet were still bare, and he was wearing a white burlap robe with no hems, and a ring of thorns on his head. His head was low.
He lowered his head and twisted a string of wooden beads in his right hand, as if he didn't care about anything.
Only when he saw the charred corpse of Gordon Metternich did the rosary in his hand stop for a moment, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes:
"pagan?!"
"Brother Metternich was massacred by heretics." Red-robed Bishop Hawke saluted respectfully: "Master, please tell me what kind of evil method he died under."
Master Taranto lowered his head to look. Next to him stood a knight squire who had escaped, muttering and describing the tragic situation of the captain's murder. Master Taranto seemed to be indifferent, looking intently, and even lowered his head and touched the twisted
The edge of armor.
Not long after, the armor was clanging, and the high knight Filmer and the deputy chief referee of Lucerne came hand in hand. The high knight Filmer entered the door and said straight away:
"What else are you looking at? Isn't it just an evil magician! If you ask me, knights shouldn't pay attention to this - the army came ashore and charged, and many of them were flattened! By the way, when will the channel be opened?"
"I think we need to check." Lucerne's deputy referee retorted in a cold voice. His expression was dull, and his eyeballs moved a little slower than others. Just looking at it made people feel that the temperature in the room dropped a few degrees.
:
"I asked about the team that came back, and there were servants of the evil god, people who disturbed death, and evil magicians. These are evil people who blasphemed the glory of our god. I suggest collecting information about the other party and joining the wanted ones of the Inquisition.
List.”
"This is your duty." Red-robed Bishop Hawke lowered his head in agreement. The deputy referee of Lucerne nodded slightly, and Knight Commander Filmer snorted coldly and turned away. Master Taranto had been watching the corpse as if no one else was around.
At this moment he suddenly said:
"Dragon Breath Technique."
"Dragon Breath Technique?" the other three said at the same time. Master Taranto nodded affirmatively:
"That's right. Brother Metternich is a level 9 knight with strong physical strength. Within 30 feet, a cone of flames burned him like this in an instant... It's only the Dragon Breath Technique, it can't be anything else."
Answer, continue to explain:
"Dragon Breath is a level 4 spell, which means that the opponent is a magician of level 7 or above..."
"Doesn't that require dragon scales?"
The deputy referee suddenly interrupted. A flash of fire suddenly flashed through his dull eyes, as if a quiet corpse suddenly turned into a man-eating zombie:
"They got dragon scales?!"
The red-robed Bishop Hawk glanced at him quickly, then turned his head and pretended not to see it. Master Taranto, however, really didn't see it, and said leisurely:
"Those evil people who have played with magic have a long history and often make deals with the devil. Some evil dragon scales are also normal."
"The evil magician must be purified!" Red-robed Bishop Hawke stated his position sternly. He looked around at the three people in the room and said proudly:
"Masters, please send your fighting force to safeguard the dignity and glory of our god!"
"The glory of my god should not only shine on one person." Master Taranto said lightly. He glanced at the charred corpses on the ground, crossed the threshold, and walked away. His bare feet stepped on the wooden deck, kicking
The sound was like the sound of dead wood hitting each other.
"I'm going to supervise the training of the knights." Grand Knight Filmer also said goodbye and left. Just kidding, Metternich is not a member of the knights, why should he send someone here!
The glory of the Knights Templar is on the battlefield, returning to the shore, charging in formation, bulldozing the infidel army, and occupying their territory. That is what the Knights should do! Chase, trap, want, and seize anything.
Yes, leave it to the tribunal!
Hawke sent them away politely, and looked at the deputy chief judge of Lucerne expectantly. Sure enough, the senior executioner of the tribunal adjusted his cloak and said grimly:
"It is the duty of the Inquisition to purify the heretics. Brother Metternich was martyred for the glory of our Lord. His unfinished work, the Black Knight of the Inquisition will definitely take over!"
"Thank you, referee!" Hawke said happily. He personally escorted Lucerne out. Halfway there, the deputy referee suddenly turned a corner and pressed the golden compass on the shelf beside the wall with one hand:
"..."
Hawke instinctively felt a little hairy.
The deputy referee looked at him steadily, his eyes not moving for a long time, and the figure of the red-robed bishop was reflected in his red pupils.
The two of them were alone facing each other. Lucerne's voice became colder and colder, as if a vocal cord had been buried in the soil for twenty years and had not been dug out yet:
"Give me the exorcism compass...I will use it to detect evil waves and find those heretics."
...This is my personal thing! It was so easy to kill a magician and steal it! The red-robed bishop's heart twitched. However, facing the cold eyes of the deputy referee, he thought that he had turned against the other party and lost face.
As a result, he still twitched his lips with difficulty:
"I'll lend you for three days... It should be easy to find a magician above level 7."
Three days later, the army landed anyway... If you find it then, you will find it. If you can't find it, the other party will definitely have returned. No matter what the situation, the things can be recovered.
"Thirty days!"
"Is three days enough?"
"Two months!"
"Okay, thirty days is thirty days!" Ma Dan, this compass, I will use it to hunt down magicians after we get ashore! I want to share half of it when we meet!
Lucerne nodded silently, took the compass and left. He returned to his ship, ordered twenty teams of black knights from the Inquisition to go ashore to search, and after arriving at the place where Gordon died, he activated the compass and looked intently...
"Level 7 mage... no.
Level 6...no.
Level 5...still not there.
Level 4... This is already 20 miles away! Cowardly devil! Chase me!"
The horse's hooves were like thunder, rolling away.
Gretel and others huddled in the mountain col: ...Who are they chasing? Us? Are they chasing in the wrong direction?