Wow, wow, wow!

Amid the three consecutive horn sounds, the complex and bloated convoy immediately became panicked. The civilians and wealthy businessmen in the convoy looked behind in horror.

The only thing that is thankful is that the knights who were passing by on both sides of the convoy quickly suppressed such panic.

After quickly following the command of the knights, the convoy turned into a simple fortification, the woman knelt down on the ground with her children and prayed to the gods they believed in.

The men took up their weapons and acted as the last dam.

The prayer quickly spread to the entire convoy.

The panic disappeared quickly.

All that remains is peace and expectation.

People firmly believe that their gods will not abandon them.

Just like taking them out of the city of Navia at first.

This time, they won't be disappointed!

Faith is so wonderful.

It always obscures something that can be seen but is unwilling to believe, but not everyone can "survive" by faith.

At least Etraina is not.

The lady's belief can be imagined from the time she was able to plan theft of the "Holy Grail of Thorns" for her priesthood.

She looked to the rear of the convoy with a sad face.

The knights accompanying the temples had already gone to meet the enemy, but she did not feel happy at all.

Because, she knew very well that this was just a sign.

A sign of a convoy being caught up by a monster and launching a continuous attack.

She could even imagine the entire fleet being eaten up step by step.

"Aileen, are you okay?"

"Did you think of him again?"

"Don't worry, he will be fine."

Lilith looked at her friend worriedly.

Etrina's expression obviously gave the priest of the Temple of Love to have a certain misunderstanding, and in the face of such misunderstanding, Etrina did not explain.

After all, this is what she should be showing now.

Without the support of that man, the only thing she could hold on was the legacy left by the man. Doing so would at least make her live a little better in the days to come. You should know that the other party is one of the few people who can take the initiative to leave to fight against the "Devourer".

And, it's the strongest one.

The sword that seemed to be about to break the sky was enough to shock everyone even when I think about it now.

If there was no such sword, the result of that battle would probably be a big reversal.

them?

Don't say you're escaping.

Death will be a gift.

pity……

A man who could cut such a sword was dead.

Etraina still can't figure out the other party's choice.

"I obviously have a chance to leave."

"But we have to fight."

"Sure enough, are men just fools when they are passionate?"

Etraina muttered to herself softly.

"His Excellency Ryan is not a fool."

"yes……"

"hero!"

Lilith heard such a soft voice and emphasized.

However, the sound is very soft.

She was unwilling to sprinkle salt on her friend's wounds.

Etraina looked at Lilith and shook her head. For this girl she could make friends with, she knew very well that the other party was in simplicity in some aspects, otherwise she would not have become a disciple of the high priest of the Temple of Love, but this meant that she could not tell the other party the truth about some things.

But even if it is said...

I'm afraid no one believes it?

Etrana had said of the people around her, and the eyes of these people looking at her were respectful.

It did not come from herself.

But because of that man.

"The monster was defeated!"

"The monster was defeated!"

The cheers swept away the solemn atmosphere of the convoy.

Aitrina and Lilith breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately, Aitrina's face darkened.

She saw many injured knights.

More than she guessed.

More than this, they were killed in battle.

Without any hesitation, Etraina picked up the medicine box that had been prepared long ago and walked towards the injured knights.

Having that man's legacy does not mean that everything is good.

She still needs to work hard for some things.

Lilith is much simpler.

The priest of the Temple of Love only hopes that no more people will die.

After the war, work was opened in an orderly manner, and the meeting on the carriage continued again.

"The enemy is very strong."

"Only people at the Knight level can cause damage to them."

The high priest of the Temple of War was the first to speak.

He looked at the Temple of Thorns, the High Priest of the Temple of Hunter.

The topic seems a bit biased.

But it implicitly warns: going apart ways in front of such enemies is definitely not the best choice.

"The oracle cannot be violated."

The high priest of the Temple of Hunter said in a deep voice.

"The hardships of fate are like thorns, but we need to...slash the sharp edges!"

"I believe Ms. Winesha can't be wrong!"

Ederson insisted too.

Faith has long been deeply rooted!

Choice is inevitable!

"I wish you all... peace."

The high priest of the Harvest Temple stood up and said to everyone present.

"Peace."

After everyone looked at each other, they said goodbye one after another.

It is both an old friend and a blessing.

Because, they all know very well in their hearts that it will be difficult to meet after this time.

Ederson sighed and walked out of the carriage.

The older new high priest adjusted his mind and summoned all the people belonging to the Thorn Temple.

“We will go north.”

"Go and tell Ms. Winesha's believers that they will be tested by another fate."
To be continued...