The Sims Evolved from Goblins

A lord expressed his doubts.

"Regent, why do we need to divide our forces to attack the Fort of Holy Song? The Fort of Holy Song is a tough nut to crack. It has experienced many wars and has withstood countless bombardments of Saint-level and Emperor-level magic. It is not easy to forcefully gnaw this hard nut!"

Doug Thomas looked at the lord who was speaking.

The deep voice continued to sound.

"Our goal is not to break through the Fort of Holy Song, but to make a gesture of not giving up until the Fort of Holy Song is broken. It is to cause panic in the Kingdom of Iliad and force them to increase their forces in the Fort of Holy Song. As long as most of the forces of the Kingdom of Iliad can be involved in the Fort of Holy Song, the purpose of dividing the forces will be achieved."

"Is it to reduce the pressure on the Fort of Brilliance?"

A lord asked.

"Yes!"

Doug Thomas did not hide it.

He nodded and replied with a serious face.

"Regent, who do you decide to send to attack the Fort of Holy Song?"

Another younger lord asked.

"Michelle Matt will lead the army to attack the Fort of Holy Anthem. The lords who have not arrived have already joined Michelle Matt. The army is heading towards the Fort of Holy Anthem. The battle there will start soon!"

Have the lords who have not arrived already joined the army of the Matt family?

The expressions on the faces of the lords at the long table were different.

No wonder many lords have never appeared.

It turns out that they did not fail to arrive at the Fort of Sunset.

But they led the army to join the Matt family.

"Everyone, the holy war is imminent, welcome the coming of the goddess of light!"

After the words fell, Doug Thomas exuded a holy light.

The pure white light quickly enveloped the meeting hall.

The lords bathed in the holy light looked intoxicated.

Their eyes gradually became fanatical.

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Dragon Kingdom.

North Coast.

Mont Village.

Mont Village is a fishing village.

The population is about 500.

The villagers make a living by fishing and hunting.

Although not rich, they are not poor either.

The sunset gradually set in the west, and Monte Village ushered in another night.

Before the last ray of sunset disappeared.

A team of adventurers appeared at the entrance of the village.

"Captain, is this the place?"

Senior glanced at the magic map in his hand.

"Yes, this is Monte Village, let's go, enter the village!"

Monte, a knight, led the way in front.

The other four followed closely behind.

This is a five-person adventurer team.

There are knights, warriors, magic archers, healers, and magicians in the team.

"Excuse me, where is the village chief?"

The village was quiet.

A figure flashed by the door of the wooden house on the left.

Senior hurriedly asked into the wooden house.

"Bang!"

The owner of the wooden house responded to Senior with the sound of the door closing.

Senior smiled embarrassedly.

The companions behind him held back their laughter.

At this time, the sunset set in the west.

The village quickly darkened.

The whole world became dim.

The five people had to continue forward.

It would be nice if we could meet a villager who opened the door to welcome guests.

"Captain, is it too quiet?"

The wooden houses on both sides of the village road were quiet.

It didn't look like a crowded place at all.

The magic archer suddenly squatted on the ground.

He grabbed a handful of slightly purple soil.

Put it in front of his nose and smelled it.

The pungent smell made the magic archer's face change slightly.

"Captain, it smells bloody!"

Hearing this, the four people looked at the soil in the magic archer's hand.

The five people looked at each other.

They were tacitly alert.

Sinier looked around.

Finally, he looked at the largest wooden house not far away.

"Let's go to the largest wooden house!"

Sinier strode forward.

The four people followed closely.

The five people soon arrived in front of the largest wooden house.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

Sinier knocked on the door.

There was no movement in the wooden house.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

Sinier knocked three more times.

This time, there was movement in the wooden house.

There were footsteps behind the door.

The next moment, there was a "creak".

The door slowly opened.

A white-haired head poked out from behind the door.

"Who... who is it!"

The old man squinted and looked at the five people outside the door.

Senior looked the old man up and down, smiling.

"Old man, we are adventurers who have accepted the commissioned task. How is the village? Is the monster still there?"

"It's an adventurer, come in quickly!"

When he heard that it was an adventurer, the old man's eyes lit up.

From the previous indifference that kept people away from him, he suddenly became enthusiastic.

The old man behind the door made way.

Senior glanced at his companions.

As if asking, do you want to go in?

"It's dark now, let's ask the old man about the situation."

This village is really too gloomy.

The therapist doesn't like this atmosphere.

She seems a little uncomfortable.

Her eyes kept looking into the darkness behind.

Senior nodded.

He turned and smiled at the old man behind the door.

"Old man, sorry to bother you!"

Then Senior did not hesitate any longer.

He walked into the wooden house first.

The other four followed him into the wooden house.

The village chief's wooden house was quite large.

The hall on the first floor gave people a very spacious feeling.

"Old man, are you the village chief of Monte Village?"

The old man in the hall bent his old body and lit more fish oil lamps.

As one fish oil lamp after another lit up.

The hall suddenly became bright.

"Yes, I am the village chief. You sit down for a while. I will get you some food."

As he said, the old man walked towards the kitchen.

The five people sat down at the long table.

"Captain, the blood smell is very strong!"

The magic archer lay on the table and smelled it.

Since entering the wooden house.

The magic archer smelled a strong smell of blood.

"Maybe we think too much. Monte Village is a fishing village. Killing fish will always leave some blood smell."

The warrior didn't think much about it.

He looked at the furnishings in the hall with curiosity.

The magician looked out the window with some worry.

This village gave her a very bad feeling.

"Don't worry too much. We are all high-level professionals. Even if we encounter trouble, we can get out safely if we are defeated."

Being too nervous is not a good thing.

Sinier had to comfort his companions.

This sentence still worked.

The four of them smiled.

Yes, since entering the village.

They seem to be too sensitive.

This won't work.

The magician stretched.

The towering chest made the warrior couldn't help but peek.

The magician who noticed the warrior peeking gave him a roll of his eyes.

The warrior smiled and crossed his arms.

It seemed to say, hey, not bad.

"I'm here, I'm here, sorry for the wait!"

After a while, the old man returned to the hall with plates of unknown food.

Don't look at the old man.

This is very neat.

Five plates were brought out at once.

It was like performing acrobatics.

Looking at the "food" in front of them, the five people looked at each other.

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