"The whole army was wiped out! What are you talking nonsense!"

The atmosphere was gloomy on the main ship of the balloon airship fleet, like a storm approaching. The cathedral knights in gorgeous armor, the priests and elders holding the Bible, were all silent, wishing to curl up their bodies in the shadows. "≠,w▼ww.23wＥx.co≮m Only the knight who had just reported the latest battle situation had nowhere to hide, and fell to the ground and sweated heavily.

Archbishop St. John Louis, the highest in charge of the Knights of the Fire, looked as if the face of Archbishop St. John Louis, with a blush, smashed the heavy metal-edged sacred book in his hand on the table. This simple action caused the entire flying ship to suddenly sink down, as if the metal-edged sacred book, which was half a meter long and thick as a wall, weighed thousands of pounds.

After discovering his loss of composure, the Archbishop of the Cardinal immediately prayed silently and confessed his sins to the Lord of the Holy Light. When he opened his eyes again, his face became much better.

"Report me the details of this battle from scratch, and I don't want you to miss any details."

"Yes!" The commander Knight didn't even bother to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and quickly sent out everything he knew.

Half an hour later...

"So that's what... I have nearly one-third of my vanguard forces, and nearly one-third of the troops, were wiped out in less than an hour and a half, and the opponent was only those four-legged wild pagans, and the number was not as large as the multi-racial coalition we are chasing now. I think... what I know now is everything that just happened, shouldn't it be wrong?"

The commander nodded silently, and the heavy pressure had almost suffocated him. Fortunately, the Bishop did not seem to be intent on taking his anger on him immediately.

Although the bishop has completely recovered his calmness, the fear felt by the people around him has increased. This is not surprising. You should know that the Knights of the Holy Fire are no more than other legions. Even the lowest-level warrior recruits have deep backgrounds behind him, which is said to be big or small. Those backgrounds may become the power of the legion in normal times, but at other times, such as when the dead of the war appear, these backgrounds will become troubles. If only a few troubles appear, it is nothing for the Knights of the Holy Fire with a long history and special status. After all, the Knights of the Holy Fire is a real army, not a nursery or a foster base. It is normal to die a few people in a battle. But if one-third of the total casualties occur, it is definitely not a trivial matter, because the loss is not a civilian mercenary, but a real world noble.

Even if the subsequent battles were smooth, just the defeat of this battle would be enough to make the Knights of the Torch face the most severe accountability in history. Archbishop of St. Louis, who is the direct person in charge, will inevitably become the "instruction" given to the nobles by the Holy See. Even if he is not sent to the Inquisition with his noble status, his future will end here. This is recognized as a strong potential for this candidate who can ascend to the Cardinal before the age of fifty-five, and has a bright future. It is even more terrifying than being sent to the stolen stand.

The Bishop still cannot figure out how this battle will be like this. According to the information, only some old, young, sick and disabled people are left on the Blood Blade Peak. This time, the heretics who were focusing on King Solomon's treasure were running around and they were chasing them. It was because they were afraid of unexpected casualties that the Bishop sent the recruits with the least combat experience to the Qiannei Canyon. I thought they would accumulate combat merits and valuable experience smoothly under relatively safe conditions, but I didn't expect them to die. As a result, it was implicated on themselves. But by this time, regret had become useless. After all, even the Holy Light Theory of the Holy Light Book clearly records that "time can never take a step back."

At this time, the Bishop picked up the golden-edged sacred book from the table, which was no less than the tower shield of the warrior, as if begging for wisdom and guidance from the supreme Lord. After a moment, the Bishop let out a sigh of relief and said, "Although our devout knights suffered the greatest failure in that blasphemy land, I had heard the voice of the Lord before, where, in the Thousand Needles Valley, there was nothing we were looking for. We cannot be blinded by hatred and anger, and waste our precious time in that place."

Cardinal Dagama, who had been brave enough for a long time, finally stood up and said hesitantly: "Do we want to let that place go? In this way, we will never be able to explain to the Supreme Bishop and the Emperor after we go back. And according to the war report, there should be many people in the advance team who survived and are waiting for our rescue..."

"We have no time, dear Cardinal Dagama." The Cardinal coldly interrupted his loyal subordinates, and said with a cold and cruel murderous intent flashing in his eyes...

"The blasphemy instrument left by the great sinner Solomon may appear in the world anytime and anywhere, and the first thing that is most likely to discover is the group of blasphemy that we are tracking now. If we turn our direction now and fight to the Thousand Needles Canyon, which is completely opposite to us, if the sin instrument emerges at this time, then we cannot destroy it before the blasphemy, which will disappoint the great Lord of the Holy Light and betray his trust. After knowing this, Cardinal Dagama, would you still think that we should immediately turn the bow of the ship and find those dirty pagans to settle the score?"

"But..." The elderly cardinal wanted to say something, but was firmly interrupted by the Cardinal again.

"Of course I know what I should do, and I have never said that I would let go of the evil people who cruelly killed the Holy Knights. Their bodies and souls must be responsible for their ignorant and stupid behavior. Everything they will disappear under the holiness of my Lord..."

Looking at the terrifying cruel flame contained in the ice in the Cardinal's eyes, the elderly cardinal suddenly felt his soul trembling. He trembled with his teeth, Li Li trembled: "Oh my God, sir, you really want to do this, right... That! That's simply too... too..."

*******

A grand moonlight celebration is being held on Bloodblade Peak, which is a happy memorial to celebrate victory.

For the centaur warriors who had been huddled on the heroic high ground for a long time, this battle was as refreshing as the nectar after a long drought. If there were still people who were still unsatisfied, it was referring to those unlucky pillar peaks that had never landed. The soldiers stationed on it could only teach those bastards who dared to invade Amazon territory through the crossbows they didn't like very much.

This is an overwhelming victory. All the soldiers of the Knights of the Knights who have broken airships and fallen into the abyss of the canyon are alive. There is no better chance of falling to the top of the peak of the pillars. What awaits them are the hungry Amazon warriors. Only those who are lucky enough and timid enough will kneel down and abandon their weapons and beg for submission as soon as they see the enemy. After all, although Amazon Centaurs are bloodthirsty, they are disdainful to attack cowards who have no intention or combat ability.

There is no doubt that the Knights of the Holy Fire is not an army with courage and military spirit, so there are not a few captives captured in this battle. Those handsome and beautiful boys and girls will become slaves or voodoo materials. For the biggest hero of this battle, the planner and commander of the war, the strategic exporter of the enemy formation, Ge Long, the heroic highland, also showed the generosity and generosity he deserved. In addition to the golden gold coins, Ge Long also obtained a total of 100 slaves, including the equipment they wore and the items they held, belonging to Ge Long.

The most important thing is that Goron also has the right to give priority to slave selection. Although all the members of the Knights of the Holy Fire are children of nobles with wealthy families, they are divided into different levels, and the gap between a duke's legitimate son and a baron's son is not much smaller than that between a noble and a civilian. Similarly, even if all those who surrender are a group of cowards, there will be differences between excellent qualifications and mediocrity. As for the appearance and figure of the slaves themselves, there is no need to mention the level of equipment that match them.

Goron, who has the right to choose a hundred slaves first, can be said to have one person who monopolized more than half of the total spoils, which is absolutely impossible in wars of other races. After all, it is absolutely unacceptable for warriors and soldiers to ultimately fail to obtain the corresponding spoils. Only the fighting nation like Amazon Centaurs, which regards combat itself as the greatest praise and enjoyment, will despise their spoils in this way.

Goron's face looked very light, and he didn't seem to care much about what had happened recently, even though he had just led a brilliant victory and won a large number of priceless prisoners of war slaves.

This is true, and Goron was not very happy. After all, he just led the black-handed ogre's old enemy to defeat some enemies that had almost nothing to do with him. So where could he be excited...

Holding a wine glass carved from human bones, the slightly drunk Centaur General walked towards Ge Long, handed him the wine glass and said, "Our War God, I believe that you can bring us victory is the most correct choice I have made recently. But I am still curious about something..."

Goron took the wine glass, drank it all indifferently, and then responded casually: "What do you want to ask?"
Chapter completed!