holy flame

In the maid's room, the two men who were overly shocked before were talking secretly in the corner.

"Forget about whether that person is Samuel or not, I'm curious why it is so difficult for us to open space gates with other continents, but it seems easy for the undead and the dark camp?" The middle-aged man is obviously more worried about reality question.

"Is there anything strange about this?" The boy scratched his head.

"Isn't it strange?"

"Is it strange?"

"Crack!" A pimple appeared on the boy's head.

"If you know the answer, tell me!" the middle-aged man said grimly.

"You believers, have you ever prayed to the Holy Spirit to open a portal for you?"

"We..." The middle-aged man wanted to refute, but he couldn't find a sentence to refute.

"Don't be so bitter, I know what you want to say is the original meaning of the doctrine. The doctrine of the underworld is death, but on the other hand, several parts of the undead are still living. For the survival of the race, the undead must not stop. The teachings of the dark gods are wars. When their own people are finished fighting, these demon kings and demons will of course go to other continents. However, the lively and peaceful teachings of the holy gods make it difficult for the light believers on each continent to fight. The idea of ​​"going to someone else's house" came into being. At least in the hundreds of years of Crowleyn, the only time the believers of the Holy Spirit went to other continents was due to the instructions of the oracle, and they had no choice but to do so."

"I didn't expect that you, an angel, would say such a thing?"

"It is only because we are angels that we dare to say that we are all children of the Holy God. The father made a mistake. What the child should do is not to hide it, but to speak out loudly, lest the matter develop to an irreversible point." The boy rolled his eyes , "It's not like you guys who keep everything in their stomachs, who are loyal on the surface, but actually talk bad."

A few days later, some ordinary people witnessed the opening of the space door.Countless harpies came out first, and they flew out of the space door with the sound of sharp wind overwhelmingly. No one can count the number of these ugly ladies, followed closely by the bipedal dragon knight, bipedal The flying dragon is just a pseudo-dragon with a low load-carrying capacity, but it is enough to frighten these ordinary onlookers.Behind them are ordinary horned demon infantry, monitor lizard knights, dark elf archers and other troops. After leaving the portal according to the regiment's plan, they walked towards the arranged barracks.

"Regardless of their combat effectiveness, the military discipline of these demons is obviously good." In fact, it is more than good. The marching speed of the army is directly proportional to the quality of the military discipline. When they first came to a strange land, these troops can be so fast, quiet, and noisy without hesitation. Of course, there is a reason why Crowline's arrangements are appropriate, and more importantly, these soldiers have formed the habit of strictly obeying orders.And a well-disciplined army will generally not be weak in combat effectiveness.

The two looked worriedly at the increasing number of troops, which were becoming more and more powerful.Until, a golden figure appeared in the space door.He was riding an ordinary white horse, wearing a white knight uniform, a cloak embroidered with golden patterns fluttering behind his back, and his golden hair shone brightly in the sun.A black eagle rushed out of the space door behind him, heading straight for the depths of the castle.

He was the last person to leave the space door. After him, the space door sizzled twice and disappeared...

This person appeared too suddenly, but also too silently, until the space gate disappeared, and the man walked into the palace surrounded by all the civil and military officials of the Demon Race, and the human servants watching in the corner suddenly realized that the man might be the Demon King , After knowing it, they whispered to each other.

"Is it him?" The distance is too far, the middle-aged man can only see his blond hair, which doesn't look like that person from the hair color.

"His cloak has a high collar. From my point of view, the collar just covers half of his face. I can't see if it is, but he does have a strong light aura, which is stronger than I used to be." The young man Rarely serious, he frowned and shook his head.

"Valenthal, what happened?"

Although the middle-aged people didn't see the devil's face, they had already confirmed in their hearts that he was the devil.The army of the Demon Race is about to move out, and they are also looking for opportunities to leave the Demon Palace.

The middle-aged man was ordered to clean the backyard of the Palace of Stars, but when he got there, he found that the young man also came in holding a fruit plate.This was the first time they met during non-break time after the Demon King arrived and were assigned different jobs, and the two of them had a bad feeling.

"Frank, Zoe, how are you?" Samuel smiled and appeared at the door of the backyard, beside him was His Excellency the Marshal in armor as usual.Compared with Samuel's charming smile, Eric's expression is much more complicated.

"It's okay." Frank threw the rag and said, "You found us a long time ago?"

"Julian's eyesight and hearing have always been the best of all of us." Julian discovered the existence of these two people on the first day, and after that, the two of them were really not suitable candidates for spies, especially Zoe. Well, the little guys are too easy to show their feet, and they can still live alive until now, it is the result of the three high-level demons letting them go.

"Why?" Why didn't you do it until now?Why not use them to spread some fake news to the light camp?

"They don't want to kill you, and they don't want to put you in danger, so our final decision is to ask you to stay in a safe place until all the dust settles."

"You talk about them? Julian and Eric, what about you? What do you want to do to us?" Samuel's answer made Zooey uncomfortable, and he couldn't help jumping out to intervene.

"Kill it clean."

"Samuel," Eric whispered.

"I'm telling the truth. In short, you choose. Either cooperate with us honestly, or tell me what you want to engrave on your tombstone."

"You!" Zooey obviously didn't expect Samuel to say such words. He jumped out and wanted to resist, but Frank covered his mouth: "We choose to cooperate."

"very good."

Several dark priests who had prepared earlier came in, and put on the reverse pentagram necklace, which seemed to be just a decoration, on the two of them: "Leave Eric 500 meters away, and your heads will be swallowed by the dark mist. "Samuel left the last sentence coldly, turned and left.

"Eric, is he really Samuel?" Compared to Samuel, Eric felt much safer to Zooey. In fact, except for the difference in identity and clothes, Zooey always felt that Eric Gram has not changed.

"Of course he is."

"Why has he grown so much?"

"Samuel hasn't changed." Contrary to Zooey's expectations, it was not Eric but Frank who answered him, "What kind of Samuel do you think is the same? Standing with us to fight against the devil? He is no longer a paladin, he is a demon king, an enemy of the light camp on this continent. It is already kind for him to treat us like this."

"But, look at his eyes... Doesn't he hesitate or suffer at all?"

"If it had been someone else, there would have been hesitation, there would have been pain. If it had been Samuel, he would not have. We were nothing to him from the day they left for Valenthal and we remained in Clorion. stranger..."

The author has something to say: ① This military discipline does not refer to the military discipline between the army and the people, which is similar to what Grandpa Yue said, "Don't demolish houses to death from freezing, and don't plunder to death from starvation", but the discipline that controls soldiers within the army.

Let me make a little digression: in fact, in ancient times, apart from a few troops led by famous generals who could be called benevolent and righteous troops, most of the troops who were good at fighting were also good at looting and slaughtering.The most representative is that the place where the sun shines on the Mongolian army ORZ has become their pasture.

Because most of the ancient soldiers went to war just to fill their stomachs, and most of these people were prisoners. This is better in China than in foreign countries. After all, they are professional soldiers. Foreign countries actually only have professional "knights", so-called soldiers It is the militia. When the lord's drums sound, the old peasants will go to the battlefield with dung forks and wooden shields.Therefore, knight duels are prevalent in Europe. Only knights will fight for the lord. If the knight is defeated, the soldiers (farmers) will surrender directly.This is why Europe showed its strength and strength for a period of time. It only said how many knights it had, not how many soldiers it had. If you want soldiers to fight to the death, on the one hand, it depends on the personal charm of the generals, and on the other hand, it depends on rewards.

In the case of insufficient rewards from the court, the generals could only plunder.Let the soldiers find rewards for themselves and vent the accumulated pressure during the battle.