They held up various things in their hands that could be called weapons, their eyes revealing inexplicable fanaticism.
"Ahhhh, what are you doing! You damned peasants, get away!"
A sowhat obese nobleman, dressed in luxurious clothing, scread in terror.
The controlled soldiers around him pressed him down firmly and dragged him over.
This was a square.
The controlled soldiers and city residents gathered here, raising their torches high.
Behind them was a sea of fire.
At one statue in the square, a blood race Tailor stood there.
The controlled soldiers weighed down this nobleman from the harbor city.
"What do you want to do? Let go, the Kingdom will not spare you."
He was sweating profusely, his face still revealing fear, but even at this ti, he was still threatening.
The blood race Tailor looked down at him.
"Inferior creature."
Seeing the tailor’s deanor, the nobleman seed finally frightened.
Seeing the situation around him, he seed to think of sothing and quickly shouted loudly: "Forgive , let go, I am willing to worship your god!
I will spread your faith, and provide funding. Do you need sacrifices? As many as you need, I can provide."
However, this Tailor seed unmoved.
"Really, believe , I am a scion of the Twain Clan, my father is the City Lord of Vitra City! He’s a Count!"
His voice abruptly stopped.
His head was chopped off.
As this scene unfolded, it was as if sothing had been ignited among the surrounding soldiers and those commoners. They scread madly.
More people were dragged out, those with strong wills who were not influenced.
They included soldiers, peasants, the elderly, children, and even nobles.
"Sacrifice! Welco the Apostle of Our God!"
...
The logistics camp at the Gray Rock Fortress.
In a huge tent lit from within, a eting seed to be taking place.
Dozens of Night Watchers waited outside the tent.
Inside the tent.
All the living commanders of the Gray Rock Fortress were here, of course, along with the very important Prince.
Besides them, the only unfamiliar faces were Blake, Getai, and Bobo.
"Blake? Aren’t you supposed to be following His Highness, what are you doing here?" His father, Ichard, was also present at the eting, as well as the Count.
The strength demonstrated by the two in the fortress in recent tis qualified them to participate in these etings.
Blake didn’t expect that he would actually see the Count and his father at this ti.
"His Highness ordered us to co; we gathered so important intelligence at a camp outside Sea Cape City.
This critical information concerns all of you, so His Highness sent to report it to you."
"Where is Kana?" the Count asked.
Given the situation, why didn’t Kana co in person? Or was sothing wrong on Kana’s side?
"His Highness is busy, but will be here in a few days. We ca ahead as the intelligence is urgent."
The Prince, Anistar, sitting at the head, watched the three finish their reunion and then directly asked, "What kind of intelligence is it?"
Blake nodded and said directly, "The intelligence shows that a large number of Blood Race mbers and cultists are sailing to attack Vitra City.
They plan to take over the city and perform sacrifices there!"
Upon hearing this intelligence.
Everyone’s expression changed, and they imdiately frowned and began to think.
The Bishop, dressed in religious robes, asked, "Are you sure? Is it cultists?"
Blake nodded seriously and said, "Of course, we are Night Watchers. We vow to protect this world, and these cultists and their evil god are enemies that must be eradicated."
With these words, those present couldn’t help but glance at each other.
So even couldn’t help showing smiles, but these were not smiles of relief, nor joy, but ridicule.
Only Ichard and the Count remained serious, believing in this point since they had truly received the Blessing.
If the Blood Race were destroyed, and they survived, they would surely join the Night Watchers.
"Hey! What are you all laughing at? Is this funny?" Getai was dissatisfied with their attitude, being a Gray Mountain Dwarf himself.
Furthermore, he had fought alongside Kana many tis.
And they had just been invaded by the damned demons and cults not long ago; if it weren’t for the Night Watchers, there would be no more Gray Mountain Dwarves.
"Haha, sorry, my dwarf friend, it’s just... I’ve never heard of the na Night Watcher before."
A recently chuckling officer laughed, shaking his head, his smile still laced with mockery.
"Let’s set that aside; it must be said that Vitra City is near the fortress, and if attacked, we can provide support at any ti.
Furthermore, to attack Vitara City from the coast, they would have to seize Ironstone Harbor and then cross the patrol line.
That wouldn’t be so easy, would it?" An officer couldn’t resist saying.
The logic was very sound, which is why they had transported most of their wounded there believing in Vitra’s security.
Another officer couldn’t help but chi in, "In addition, there’s a Holy Light Cathedral there, and shouldn’t there also be so Holy Knights and Priests now?"
He said, looking at the Bishop.
The Bishop nodded as well.
"If it’s cultists, they will protect that city and will also root out those cultists."
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