Bloomfield's words were not as expected from Fitch. The Thunder Army came to the front line not to fight, but to implement the concept of losing people but not losing teams, demonstrating the strength and willingness of the church, but ultimately in order to be able to retreat decently.
This can also be in line with the state in the camp. Common sense, paladins and priests rarely cooperate in combat, especially when confronting and fighting with the lord's army in the field. Their combat experience is at most to eliminate some evil creatures, which cannot be applied to the battle formation. If they are training, then Fitch will judge that these people want to obtain something through battle, but they are meditating one by one, with swords and hard-headed hammers all aside.
Through meditation, they can also provide energy support for the magic circles in the camp, and can also detect the surrounding mana fluctuations. It is obvious that they are guarding against someone who can use illusions and teleportation to conduct raids, especially elusive. "It's quite interesting to see me as a terrible monster." However, it's a bit amazing to rely on a few priests who have never seen Feiqi to get a way to deal with Feiqi.
Feich continued to look in the camp through the Eye of Koktal, and wanted to hear what these people had inspiring ideas. Even if it was absurd, it might still be inspiring. But the facts disappointed him. The pastors of the Church of the Goddess of Truth, except for the unnatural Donde Mipp, still followed the "truth" standard and did not fall into arrogance.
"We got the latest news from the elves. He had been to the Elf Island through teleportation and had a little conflict with the druids there. Feich did not mean to hurt the elves, so he did not attack, but just dodges. The elves used bows and arrows and spells, but they could not hurt him. I don't think our camp would be stronger than the Elf Island."
"No, bows, thunder, these are used to deal with Feich, which will only make the situation out of control. He is very good at using fire. He has burned all the docks and docks of Pirate Island, and he can still walk away in a leisurely manner." Bloomfield scratched the beard on his cheek and shook his head and said, "Let's change our thinking. As long as he can delay Feich and make him busy doing other things after he comes and has no time to take care of our camp, that's enough. What does he like?"
A priest surrounded by a blue ribbon said: "In the past, Fitch liked women, wine and food, but his favorite was women. His lewd name was very loud in Tawugang City, and no noble did not know..."
"I know this, I'm asking him now!" Bloomfield interrupted the pastor's words, and he didn't care about his attitude and became cold. In the church, the Paladins obeyed the pastor's leadership as a whole, but when performing specific tasks, especially leading troops to fight, Bloomfield was the only commander.
"After becoming a saint, he did not reveal anything he particularly liked, except... except for... being the limelight." Pastor Blue Ribbon continued: "Rising flags in the arena to advertise, double champion... This person likes superior people no matter where he goes, and the magic that introduced him... The magic... It's not a kind thing to hear. The church should ban it as soon as possible while it has not yet developed, so as not to harm the world."
It turned out to be a priest who was hostile to magic. Feiqi said that he remembered his face. On the other side, Bloomfield shook his head: "Our main target is the King's Army, Feiqi is only part of the King's Army. It only takes a few days to hold on. If you cancel the magic, you have to wait until both sides withdraw your troops before you find a way. Don't drag me into the water."
"No, you didn't understand what I mean." The Blue Scarf Pastor said unyieldingly: "I have studied Feiqi's deeds, collected all the spells and abilities he exposed in front of others, and found a strange phenomenon. The magic he used has its effect beyond the records of classics. Everyone is familiar with divine arts, and the problem of rapid teleportation has not been solved. Among the spells in the country, including the secret spells of the elf druid, there is no similar ability. Instead, the devil in hell is proficient in teleportation..."
"The angels in the God Realm are also very powerful. Why don't you think about this?" Bloomfield shook his head: "I appreciate your determination to write a book about Shiji to Fitch, but have you ever studied how to attract his attention? Or how to safely prevent his teleportation?"
"Hmph!" The Blue Ribbon Pastor put his arm over and stopped talking.
"I have an idea," said another pastor. "Feige Hall's name has a word holy in the middle. He is still a saint of the church, not a bad person. Maybe you can talk to him to retreat from this battle, at least not take the initiative to attack the church's camp. This should be OK, right?"
"Ha, will he obey your orders instead of his father and brother? And his brother is His Majesty the king, and the army opposite is named after the king! Even if he agrees, just..."
"As long as he can agree, it's better than not." Bloomfield said: "Compared with other methods, there is no risk of intensifying conflicts when talking to him? You, go outside now, send a message with spell, and say I want to talk to him."
Feiqi frowned and then quickly sootheed. Shani pointed to the crystal ball and said, "Although you can see him having a meeting, this is a trap, you must be careful."
"I don't want to talk to him, nor can I meet with him," said Feiqi. "I am not the commander of the King's Army, nor Andrew. How can I make a promise on behalf of the King? I can see that Bloomfield really wants to talk. Ending the confrontation and ending the conflict are also the result of his hope. However, as long as I meet him, it means that we are discouraged first. Isn't this conflict with my initial deterrent target?"
Shani thought for a while and said, "That's right. If you talk to them, it's hard to explain if this matter is spread. But you have to be careful that the other party uses this method to make a fuss about your saint's name. For example, you like war, don't like peace, or something."
Feiqi also had the same concerns, but if he could know what the Thunder Army was doing in advance, he could think of countermeasures in advance.
"They called me with spells, probably some kind of image that transmits voice or text in a large range...the image is more likely." Feiqi pinched his chin: "Shani, if they really use images, I want to reply with images and directly hit the conversation to the sky so that everyone can see."
"This is a good idea. Everyone can see it, so no one can wrong you. But what are you going to say?"
"Please think about it for me. Let them know the determination of the King's Army, and at the same time let them know the cause of the whole thing and attack their fighting will. You prepare first, and I will also manipulate the Eye of Koktal for reconnaissance."
"No problem, I thought of a line that Qiao Duo used to fool people, and it can be used after changing it." The snake's eyes flashed, and Shani took out a pen and pen from the space bag to start writing.
Bloomfield was also preparing for negotiations with Feige. He brainstormed and recorded them on paper, but Feige read all the words clearly. The targeted answer was soon released, and Shani was processed and polished to ensure that the Thunder Army could be speechless. At this moment, a messenger entered the camp and handed a sealed reel to Bloomfield.
"It's the letter from the sect." Bloomfield looked at the seal of the scroll cylinder and confirmed that the seal on it was intact and had not been tampered with by anyone. Then he asked the messenger to rest for a while. After the dusty messenger left, he said to the others: "It's a bit strange, why do you use expedited letters instead of the divine art of transmission?"
"Long-distance divine magic is very troublesome, and it requires many priests to cast together to complete it. If you don't know the hard work inside, don't guess randomly." After the Blue Scarf Pastor said, he found that his resistance was a bit too obvious, which made his colleagues around him frown, so he went back and said: "Only when it is the most urgent, you will use laborious spells. Maybe it's not that urgent, but it may be just ordinary practice rather than military orders, or it may even be... Well, for example, can that Feiqi block the divine magic message? After all, he can also use divine magic."
Yes, he also has magical magic, magic, and is also very good at magic. The source of magic is a mystery - Bloomfield has heard too many such words, but no one can tell him why a saint like Feich did not stay in the church, why did the Archbishop have a conflict with Feich's brother, and why no second person in the church can catch up with Feich's spells!
Bloomfield sighed slightly and took the sealing mud completely with a knife. He had participated in many battles, as an ordinary camp soldiers, as a charge paladin, as the commander of the partial army, as the commander of the entire battle. He had participated in hundreds of battles, fought with evil lords, ferocious beast-turned people, terrifying man-eating spiders, etc., and gained experience through victory and failure, and gradually learned the truth of war. But even the ogre army that had surrounded him and his group of 800 people on the lonely mountain, which had a strong body of more than 2,000 and five or six meters high, enough to smash the rocks, had never given him any timidity or hesitation. No, Feiqi did not make him timidity or hesitation, he only brought a deep sense of powerlessness.
In the scroll barrel is a roll of parchment paper, with a slight ginger color and a tiny broken edge. This is the bishops like the holy light paper, affinity magic, with a strange fragrance, and it is self-evident at night. Since there are not many, only very important things will be used and will never flow out.
"It's a military order. Because I was worried that Fitch would interfere with the magic, I disguised myself as a letter and told us not to use the magic to transmit the magic array easily, so as not to be..." Bloomfield suddenly stopped talking, and his two eyebrows gathered in the middle, squeezing deeply together.
"The above requires that if we encounter a King's attack, we can surrender immediately in order to reduce casualties. The sect has secretly sent special envoys to Tawugang City, so the King's army will treat the prisoners well and do not have to worry about security issues - although the possibility of the King's attack is extremely small..." Bloomfield read it from beginning to end with an incredible expression on his face.
"Surrender? Although this can indeed prevent casualties, what are we going to do? Just to surrender?" A paladin gently pounded the table to express his dissatisfaction.
Pastor Blue Ribbon sighed and said, "If this is the order of the sect, then..."
"If this is the order of the sect, this one is very good if it is used." Bloomfield looked at the letter carefully again, and then slapped it on the table. "Fake, this letter is forged! Although it is made of good paper, the craftsmanship is also very good, and the handwriting looks real, it still has flaws!"
"Flaws? What kind of flaws?" Pastor Blue Ribbon reached out and Bloomfield hesitated for a moment or handed him the letter paper.
"I can't tell anyone what it is, but you can make your own judgment after reading this letter." Bloomfield returned to his seat for the first time and sat down slowly. He picked up the clay pot next to him, poured himself a glass of water, and slowly drank it while observing everyone's expressions.
Everyone came over to watch, but the person who had no discernment ability looked at it for a moment and sat back, looking at Bloomfield hesitantly, trying to get the message from him. When the letter was seen by everyone, the Blue Ribbon Priest asked it back. "I want to use magic to test the authenticity of this letter, is it OK?"
"Yes." Bloomfield put the water cup down and nodded.
Feiqi watched the priest performing magic through the crystal ball. It should be a prophetic spell, revealing the truth about the text on the paper. He was not good at prophetic spells, and like other priests and paladins, he could only watch the fun. Under the crowd's onlookers, the handwriting on the paper changed, and a paragraph of text at the end swayed and disappeared quickly. Then the other text disappeared one after another, and the seal at the end of the letter was finally gone.
"This letter is fake," said the Blue Ribbon Pastor: "What disappears first is written, and a real letter will not be written first with a seal and then the text will be written. And there are several words that disappear in a disorderly order, and this phenomenon will only occur when forged. This is obviously a carefully designed trap by the King's Army."
"King Army?" the priests talked: "Yes, it's only them. This letter wants to deceive us and let us surrender directly when we see the King's Army. This method is so vicious. Do you dare not even fight head-on?"
"But I'm very curious about how this letter was made, right..." Pastor Blue Scarf was talking and suddenly looked down. The letter paper in his hand shook wildly and emitted a small stream of black smoke. He shouted, but he raised the holy emblem, cast a spell, and used protective spells to form a golden ball with lightning on the surface, wrapping the letter paper. The moment he pulled out his hand, the letter paper exploded suddenly, and the flame emitted a dazzling red light and expanded rapidly, trying to squeeze through the protective ball outside. Pastor Blue Scarf was sweating profusely and threw the protective ball upwards with all his strength. It broke through the tent and rose into the air. With a bang, it turned into a ball of crimson fireball, and the gray smoke column rushed straight to the sky, fortunately it did not hurt anyone.
Chapter completed!