Netheril Glory Chapter 700: Holy Maid and Festival

General 　　 Fisk is the first general of the Redstone Empire. After all, considering that he is the only master of the entire Redstone plane, the position of the first general is none other than him.

　　 Of course, Fisker is not a kind of parallel general who simply hangs a name, and then the actual army command is handed over to the adjutant. This loyal master of the Redstone Kingdom still has some talents.

　　 For example... He knows at least some basic tactics that should be in war, and how to deal with a group of enemies in the canyon.

　　 That’s right, Fisker was the army leader who was ordered to clear the "Red Sands" cult, and this time he brought in the most elite soldiers in the Red Rock Kingdom.

　　Although the only two master priests of the "Red Sand God" on the Redstone plane have died, as a master of Fisk masters, they are enough to go to the altar of these cultists to kill them alone. To kill, but in order to ensure that all tens of thousands of Chisha believers were slaughtered, Fisk carefully ordered the army to block every exit of the Festival Canyon.

　　Because the task he received was "to kill all believers of the Red Sands", Fisker, who had a perfectionist plot, did not want to let any "thief" escape.

　　The elite work in the Redstone Kingdom is very efficient. Under the leadership of a few professional-level professionals, this "big army" approaching the canyon in all directions and orderly takes less than ten minutes to give Barricades were installed at every entrance and exit of Festival Canyon.

　　 These metal barbed barricades made of steel point to the inside of the canyon like a shield full of thorns, and in each hole above there are crossbowmen waiting to be launched.

　　 For ordinary people, this is already a terrible means of blocking. It can be said that as long as they are not professionals, it is impossible for ordinary communists to break through such roadblocks. A formal fighter guarded by a roadblock will be shot directly.

　　Professionals against professional, ordinary soldiers against ordinary soldiers, this may not be a very powerful tactic, but it is definitely the most effective tactics to intercept and slaughter the enemy.

　　 facts also proved the effectiveness of this raid. When the believers of Chisha Religion reacted, their canyon was completely closed, and thousands of communicators became birds in cages.

　　 "Report... Report to the high priest, subordinates, subordinates have important things... important things to report"!

　　On the high altar platform in the open air, a panicked priest suddenly kneeled in front of the old man he called the high priest.

　　 This priest is not a priest who is good at fighting. His main prayers are all used to detect messages remotely. He is also next to the high sand priest of Chisha to monitor these tens of thousands on the altar at any time. believer.

　　 And at this time, at noon the day before the festival began, while the old man called the high priest was praying solemnly, the "prisoner" pastor suddenly discovered that he had to report quickly. For this reason, he even interrupted the old sacrificial prayer.

　　 "It’s not good, it’s not good, great sacrifices to adults, kingdoms, kingdoms.........the army they sent, the leader was Fisker...it’s the champ".........

　　 "Quiet! Under the glorious light of the great **** of red sand, what does panic look like!"

　　 Didn't wait for the pastor to finish talking, and the old voice suddenly stopped the pastor's report.

　　The old priest is a formal priest who was re-elected after the death of two master-level priests of Chisha Religion. He can become a temporary high priest by virtue of his age, qualifications, faithfulness and majesty. This firm belief "There is nothing to panic. The **** of red sand will protect the devouts." Even if he knew that the pastor around him was anxious, he still said hoarsely after completing the prayer ritual step by step:

　　 "Okay, what the **** can I say".

　　The devoted palms of the hands, a slowly expanding formal aura of aura appeared around the old sacrificial aura. This aura with obvious shielding and probing capabilities only wrapped three old sacrificial priests, the pastor responsible for reporting, and …Her Majesty the Lady in a robe of fireworks.

　　 That is a beautiful girl with a stunning face, red pupils and fiery hair as pure as liquid rubies, wearing a flame-like dress, although petite, has a perfect proportion, frosted Against the background of the fiery red dress, the skin reveals a thrilling beauty, which is as gorgeous as the flame against the colorful butterflies, and as beautiful as the butterflies in the fire.

　　 "This............My Excellency............"

　　 freed from the gorgeous beauty that coexists with purity and purity, the priest looked up with some doubt, and looked at the "Halloween Lady" standing quietly beside the old sacrifice.

　　 He doesn’t think that the “holy lady” is untrustworthy. After all, what he wants to report will soon be known to everyone. He just thinks that this is enough to make any Chisha priest, who knows the news, tremble. Are cruel things really to be told to the "holy girl" of a little girl?

　　You must know that the "Queen" who is of high quality and sweet looks is one of the spiritual symbols of the church. If she behaves in a chaotic manner... The glory of the great **** of red sand will be clouded!

　　 I have to say that devouts are devouts, not to mention that the enemy has just hit the door of the house, even if the sword is already around his neck, it is estimated that their idea will only be how to die to ensure the "God" Glory lasts forever, as for what is killed...Crazy believers are not afraid of death. What the priest is more afraid of is not death, but the divine sacrifice.

　　The old priest also saw the pastor's concerns. He also understood what the pastor said for the first time.

　　However, the pious old priest did not show any confusion, nor did he answer immediately. He just showed Wu Jingwu a kind smile, and then leaned down slightly to face the princess with the ponytail. Said:

　　 "Holy Lady, the sacrifice of the gods is about to begin, but a group of arrogant blasphemers try to hinder the great blood sacrifice. In order to defend the glory of our Lord, countless devout "lambs" will sacrifice themselves, you... Are you afraid?"

　　 "No, sacrifice to grandpa, the great "God of Red Sand" is watching us, the glory of God is washing the soul of each of us, those ridiculous profans may be able to kill our bodies, but They never want to destroy our will"!

　　 The little white face is tight, and only the ardent flame is burning in the eyes of the "Saint Girl". Since childhood, he has been found a priest qualification, and then the little girl who was trained as a "Saint Girl" can be said to be the most red sand **** Absolute fanatics.

　　 "Very good"!

　　 The old priest touched the fiery red hair of the "Saint Girl" with relief, and then he also said to the priest in charge of the letter with determination:

　　 "Have you heard? We will not fear those who blaspheme~IndoMTL.com~ They cannot destroy our will! The festival will never stop for any reason, even if we are unable to resist, at least let the festival be completed! Now my Chisha theologian announced in the name of the high priest that the ceremonies started early and could die here

It’s an honor for me to wait on the sacred altar"!

　　 The sound of the old sacrificial sonorous is powerful, even if he does not need the reminder of the oracle, he can make the most pious decision.

　　 He is not afraid of death, no matter what the method of death is, he will come to this altar to make blood sacrifices. As a cult believer and knowing that the old sacrificial insider not only fears but also takes this Glory.

　　The only thing he was worried about was... after his death, those shallow believers and hypocrites would not continue the festival... That kind of words would certainly disappoint the great deity.

　　 Disappointing the gods is the most intolerable thing for fanatics.

　　So, after thinking a little, the old priest once again solemnly told the "Holy Lady" in front of the communications priest:

　　 "Gorya, my lord! My bad old man may be killed by Fiske at the beginning of the festival, but your little girl with apprentice strength has a chance to survive... At that time you must and must lead the believers to continue the festival, the great God of Red Sand is watching you and me!"

　　 "Well, Ge Lanya remember, Ge Lanya will definitely complete this festival"!

　　The lady named Golanya made a pious commitment.