After finishing his third prayer in his room, Corniger sat at the table.

The matter from Oren City has been repeatedly confirmed, and the Archbishop is dead. The greens destroyed the city, and almost all the high-level priests who were originally in Oren City died in battle. If the church is compared to one person, then the person's head has been cut off.

Fortunately, although Oren City is the center of the church, it is not all. There are many church organizations everywhere performing various different tasks, such as the excavation site where Corniger is located at this moment.

With the death of the Archbishop, church organizations in various places have fallen into a state of independence and are still calm for the time being, but Corniger knows that this is only temporary. The reason for this is that almost no one remembers what the church before Archbishop Carl was like.

Perhaps all other high-level priests were like him, looking through religious books day and night, wanting to find the basis they needed. Cornig thought a little self-deprecatingly. The fall of Oren City and the news of the Archbishop's death came. His first reaction was that he was disbelief, and then he was shocked. Finally, he realized that a throne of power had already appeared. The list of candidates was too long - all high-level priests were qualified to participate in this competition.

Archbishop Carl, who is immortal, was killed by the green skin. If this is the will of the gods, then what do the gods want? There is no doubt that the gods are tired of Carl and want a new archbishop. Of course, it may not be the gods who are tired of Carl, but also those who are extremely dissatisfied with his decaying private life.

Corniger himself was a very pious and observant person. After knowing the news of the Archbishop's death, he paid more attention to this. The most important question at the moment is who will organize such a gathering with all the high-ranking priests to elect a new archbishop and reunite the dispersed forces of the church.

Organizers will naturally enjoy many benefits, but on the other hand, it is inevitable that they will be attacked by the enemy by the public.

It was already very late, and in fact, the night was over half past. But Cornig was not sleepy. He was flipping through an ancient book in his hand while pondering important issues. In terms of basis, he had found at least three records, including the activities of the early church. At that time, the Archbishop, the supreme leader of the church, was elected, and all the high-ranking priests gathered together to have a fair secret ballot. Each participant had the power of two votes, but had to vote for different people. In the end, the one who received the most votes became the next Archbishop.

He also looked through the story of the late Archbishop Carl. To his surprise, the records about Carl were vague and unclear. There were only a few records that he seemed to have won the throne of the Archbishop in a certain election, but there was no record of Carl becoming a high priest. If we understand these scriptures, either Carl's relevant records were not preserved, or he fell from the sky.

Of course, that is impossible. In fact, even for the church, this kind of old antique and insignificant record is common and not surprising. Especially, Konig is not a real book collection center.

A party of high-level priests must be held... but places like excavation sites are obviously inappropriate, and there are risks to go to other places... By the way, why not go to Oren City! After being completely robbed and destroyed by Greenskin, the Shem people took over it without any resistance. Greenskin has been defeated, so the reconstruction of the Shem people has begun... Although the new Archbishop may never have the chance to rule the city like in the past, it should be okay to have a place... After all, this city is a holy city...

The scars on Konig's face turned red with joy. He realized that an opportunity was already in front of him, and the gods were smiling at him. Without further ado, write a letter immediately...

Someone was knocking on the door.

Cornig briefly grabbed the magic wind, then hooked his fingers towards the door. The door immediately opened, and one of his young apprentices stood outside, and there were several guards. All of the guards were neatly dressed, with a look of panic on their faces.

"What happened?" Counig asked.

"Master," cried his apprentice. "A big incident happened, and the prisoners...all fled."

"Everything fled?" Konig was shocked. "How is that possible?" He regretted it when he said that it was possible. In this heavy rain, even the movement that was close at hand would be covered up.

"That's right, Master, do you remember Eric? It was the officer sent by the Shem people... He betrayed him, and he organized the riot..."

"How do you know? Why don't you prepare if you know?" Konig did not yell because of his anger. He just pondered for a moment and asked.

"It's not what we know, it's the two escaped prisoners who came to report it!" the apprentice replied. "Then I asked someone to confirm it, and everything was as they said."

"Call those two prisoners here," asked Corniger. Several thoughts jumped into his mind. The Eric was sent by the Shemites. It is said that he was defeated in the war with Green Skin and was demoted, so he was sent here. And the fall of Oren City was more or less a contribution from the Shemites. Is there any connection between the two?

"No, no need!" Konig called out to the apprentice who was planning to execute the order, "This matter can be discussed later, let all soldiers set out to chase the prisoners... No, it is not to chase, but to reach the gate as fast as possible. As long as the gate is closed, then all that remains is a matter of time."

Is Eric? Well... is it from personal motivation or is it due to a certain force? Konig suddenly laughed and wondered what the use is this? Even if everything goes well in this heavy rain, no more than half of the prisoners escaped. Even if some miracle happens to allow them to escape, then for the excavation site, it is just a matter of putting the excavation work on a few months. For this excavation work that takes "ten years" as a unit, it is just a small delay.

He turned around and returned to the table and started his own letters.

...

Fei's hand was pulled by the other party and ran wildly in the rainy night.

She tried to struggle twice, but Ashu Rufate grabbed her very tightly, making her unable to break free. However, she must admit that she saved half of her strength when she was pulled by Ashu Rufate, and her speed was much faster. At the same time, Ashu Rufate could surprisingly identify the direction correctly. This kind of rainy night is very easy to lose direction, so Eric has been walking firmly on the road, but Ashu Rufate has now left the road and moved straight forward. It would be impossible without having a strong sense of direction.

The heavy rain and darkness have narrowed the human vision to the limit. Fei has actually lost his sense of direction and cannot tell where he is. He is just so simply being pulled forward by Ash Rufat.

"We're here." Ashu Rufate finally stopped. However, Fei only saw darkness and could not tell whether he was approaching the gate.

"They are not on duty." Ash Rufat continued. This surprised Fei. Could it be that he could see clearly in such a dark rainy night? But after walking a short distance, her doubts disappeared. This place was indeed the gate, and they had actually arrived at the steps of the upper wall. A small number of rain-proof lights were hanging sporadically, providing faint lighting for the place.

"Well, there is no duty or patrol, our matter is very simple." Ashu Rufate slowly walked forward and stepped onto the ladder. "You are here to guard me, I'll go up and deal with that broken gong!"

It seemed easy to complete this task. After a short while, Ashu Rufate got down from the city wall. Due to the sound of rain, Fei didn't hear any sound, and the sleeping guards were even more inaudible.

"We have to open the door," said Ashurufat. The door was made according to the specifications of the fortress and opened and closed through a winch.

"But pulling up the door...it will definitely wake people up." Although it was raining heavily, even if it was properly maintained, the sound of the iron cable pulling the hanging door was still very harsh, but there was a high possibility that it would be heard. If you say that you would still be regarded as an illusion when you heard something, you would not be mistaken for this harsh metal friction sound.

"Yes," Asu Ruffat agreed with Fei's opinion this time. "You can't just pull it up, you must think of a solution..."

"Do you want to go for a sneak attack?" Fei pointed to the house in front. At this time, the guard should still be in his dream. Although there were dozens of them, it would not be impossible to touch them quietly and cut their throats with a dagger one by one, killing them all.

"No, there is no need to kill so fearlessly." Ashu Rufate pointed to a canopy in front. "Did you see that?"

With a rainproof lamp beside the cannon, you can see two cannons placed under the cannon. In addition to the cannons, there are corresponding shells and powder barrels. This is really a common field cannon in the army. This is a reserve defense force - the city defense cannons with fixed positions are already installed on the city wall. These two field cannons are reserved as reserve forces.

The cannon was big and strong, and the terrain was slightly higher than the surroundings, so even in such heavy rain, the soil around the cannon was very dry. On the edges of those powder barrels and shells, there were cleaning brushes and other artillery tools, and even a few muskets.

Ashu Rufate had never loaded ammunition for cannons, but as the saying goes, he had never eaten pork and saw pigs walking. It took a little time for the two of them to load the cannons with gunpowder and shells, and pointed the muzzle at the door of the house. After doing this, Ashu Rufate brought the rain light beside the cannon and lit the ignition rod easily.

"This is for you!" Ashu Rufate handed the ignition stick to Fei. "Looking at this place, there is no need to say what you want to do. Just look at the fire gate a little." He picked up the muskets, checked them, and confirmed that the guns had been filled.

"You want me to fire?" Fei took the musket and ignition stick and asked in confusion.

"If you can, it's better not to fire the fire." Ash Rufate replied. "If they insist on us firing, then they can only do it. If they come out and shout first, it's better to get them back to the house peacefully and pretend that they didn't find anything. If it doesn't work, fire the fire. If it doesn't work, then they can only fire the fire."

Fei looked at Ash Rufate, bit his lips, and nodded vigorously.
Chapter completed!