But this is not the worst case scenario.
The faint sacred power on these so-called unbeatable 'Hallowed Knights' can only be big enough for this one wave of battle a day.
As for the so-called Light of Dawn, it can only be used once a day.
But according to the number of monsters gathered here to estimate, even if the various lords go all out, whether they can break through the most concentrated monster area in the south of that valley, I'm afraid it is also an unknown.
Like when Baron Daniel led more than one hundred and fifty knights and two thousand elite can not do this thing, now they have become blasphemers, and various lords in the hands of the weakened strength, just a dozen more white robed knights and more than twenty gray robed knights, will be able to purify that dangerous forbidden land?
Today, after seeing the degree of strength of the guards around these demons, and the soldiers fear of these blasphemers, George has some estimate in mind.
--when the knights that the sacred power is consumed, this group of extremely good at running away from the lords, will certainly be routed.
And this group of scared guys, in the future, no matter how clever he is in the tongue, acting superb. There will not be a second chance to gather together ...
At that time, the scourge of the south will be permanently unresolved...
And even if they are united as never before, I'm afraid the end will be the same...
''I'm afraid that all of this won't mean anything...'' These words suddenly rang in George's heart.
But the faces of those suffering people that he had seen in the past few days were constantly recurring in George's mind, and could not be dispersed.
He knew that with his own ability to manage this matter, there may not be any results at all. But the blood in his body, but slowly boiling up.
Before meeting the demon, no matter what, can not just defeat themselves first!
He suddenly came up with an idea, an idea that he might be able to try.
This idea made his heart beat wildly, making him hesitate a little, and even gave birth to a deep sense of guilt.
He did not know whether the plan would work, whether the decision was right or wrong. He didn't even know if he would be able to win even after the plan succeeded - and if so, he would simply be pushing everyone into the abyss.
He even began to wonder if it would have been better to have someone smarter, someone who could fight better, someone who had more strategic acumen, and many, many better notes!
But he was running out of time now.
The asylum, and indeed the entire valley, the entire West was running out of time!
Everyone was waiting for that miracle to appear, yet that miracle had long since been shattered at the hands of that ancient god!
They no longer had anything to fall back on, and they couldn't just wait here slowly to die. Someone had to step up and do something - even if it was a bad decision.
-- In the next battle, everyone will have their own duties and tasks!
Everyone has to step up to the plate! Even if it means dying for nothing!
And since these people are not paying attention, they all want to rely on others. Then their own lives, it is not up to them to decide!
George's eyes gradually coalesced. Looking at the eyes of that Garvey who had been staring at himself, he suddenly let out a helpless sigh - a sigh that made Baron Garvey even more puzzled.
"Sir Garvey, I'm not going to hide it from you..." After a moment of hesitation, looking at Garvey's wide-eyed eyes, he opened his mouth: "I am in Johannes, indeed there are still some people, and bring a lot of things - but we came here, but not for that little demon in the valley, but with a more difficult task... "
Said here, his gaze slowly from the face of the dumbfounded Baron Garvey, moved to the direction of the Eastern Court, the tone of his mouth with a still determined, but also with a touch of regret and helplessness: "- I granted the oracle to come here, the purpose is to open a light in the darkness, and I know that it is a big mistake to set up a land in an independent kingdom. But I'm sure what happened in the royal capital is known to you now..."
"As a subject of the kingdom, I am saddened." The Great Lord of Dawn's gaze suddenly became firm: "But as a God's spokesman, I can only take this responsibility!!!"
Baron Garvey looked at the 'Grand Lord of Dawn' in front of him with dumbfounded eyes, and his eyes gradually turned from that dumbfounded to blazing. It felt like his scalp was exploding!
Sure enough, he guessed it all!
And this Lord Bishop must know far more than they do!
At this moment, in Baron Garvey's eyes, George was like that in the midst of despair, suddenly appeared a light.
And this the only straw that he could see to save his life, also let his eyes can not see that all kinds of suspicious, incomparably convinced up.
He now has only one thought in his heart - must cling to this thigh!
"Lord! We will follow you to the death! The Valley is your most reliable backing!"
"Very well, Lord Garvey." George nodded and said, "That demon is nothing compared to what we will face after that. And what I brought was never meant for it."
Speaking of this, George touched the ancient holy book on his lap with the steel chain - on top of the steel chain, there is also a divine pattern of secret silver plating.
This statement cheered Baron Garvey, in his opinion, this young man who can drive the holy relics, he must be a holy son or God's family...
He quietly waited for the bishop's next words, and after the lord patted him like a child, he also slowly opened his mouth: "However, I have always had a very relevant question - that is, when the knights are fighting in the front, the rear will not be because of some The problem is that when the knights are fighting in the front, will the rear become scattered because of some small things. And if so, I can only agree with those people's plan..."
After hearing this, Garvey felt a little panic, he could think of what 'those people' were proposing - it would be to raid the valley hard and then defend the city together with Duke Adeline!
In the opinion of the Lord of the Valley, this kind of turtle defense behind closed doors is simply a traitor to the country!
Although he also had to admit that facing that irresistible enemy, purging the walled field, it is indeed possible that it is better...
"So, although I strongly support the other strategy. But there is also a lot of pressure, but the performance of the border river warriors today, but it gives me a lot of confidence... However, you do not represent all of them - in two days, I want to see how the warriors of the Valley really performed. And don't say anything about the knights to anyone else." George winked at Baron Garvey and said, "I don't have any holy relics, and the only people I have in my hands are these forty or so. Naturally there won't be any hordes of knights rushing out at the critical moment."
"As for the next plan you asked about - with our strength, naturally we will rob the wild wheat harvest."
"Tell everyone, willing to come, unwilling to come, I do not blame - after all, this action is not a tourist tour, it has risks, accidents are also as if that always untimely disaster." After the young archbishop said, patted the middle-aged man's shoulder, and then crossed the step and go. Only left Baron Garvey standing in place.
He struggled in his heart and knew he had to hold on to this thigh.
But if you want to always have a leg to hold, you have to wake up those selfish fools to do!
This is something that he has to let them all know...
Because, this will win the tourism drama, need everyone to cooperate fully, in order to play the Lord Bishop believe, and satisfied.
Otherwise, no one will be able to eat a piece of the so-called cake!
...
That night in the middle of the banquet, everyone was drunk, after all, after such a great battle, everyone extremely need the solace of alcohol.
What's more, the Lord of the Border River specifically explained that he wanted to get those people drunk. And that young bishop, also today let the knights make an exception... One intentionally poured wine, and one intentionally let everyone get drunk.
Some cried for their dead comrades, some prayed for these people (although that prayer was a bit strange), some were glad to be alive, and some had faith in the future.
At the end of the day, everyone was so oblivious that even the corridor, which was always patrolled, was empty today after the crowd returned to the room askew.
The two-hearted lovers embraced each other, and the bishop, at the very beginning, was helped into the room...
However, Baron Garvey, who was standing at the window, could not sleep well. He looked at the procession that was running out of the castle, expecting his nephew, the bard who was escorting him (singing a message), to be able to cross the fog and reach his destination...
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