Chapter 146 A New Round of Pursuit Begins! (First Update)

"What? Metternich is dead? Four of the pursuit team were killed and two were injured?!"

Red-robed Bishop Hawke was shocked and angry. A thin face turned blue and white, white and blue again, and the pointed bald head was about to puff out——

Hawke couldn't help but be shocked and angry. Although the army he leads has ten thousand people, it does not mean that he can use these ten thousand people at will. In fact, with just ten thousand people, there are already several forces, all mixed up and twisted into a ball:

The Holy Knights of the Holy See, the Black Riders of the Inquisition, the armies of the Carolingian Kingdom and the Rhine Kingdom, the private armies of local lords along the way...

Everyone has his own thoughts and his own background.

The Royal Army always wants to preserve its strength;

Among the local lords, there are always a few boys hanging around the Radiant Saint;

The ascetics care nothing but the glory of God;

From time to time, the Inquisition would arrest someone to kill...

As the commander-in-chief of the army, he has to mobilize the army according to the strategy decided by the Holy See in advance, but he has to do some things that are not particularly public - such as arresting some heretics for execution, such as hunting down the group of heretics who sunk their ships and blocked the river, To save his face as the commander-in-chief...

To him, Metternich's team was already a rare sharp and very useful knife.

Moreover, Gordon Metternich himself is still a level 9 knight, only one step away from being promoted to a grand knight. If he couldn't find this place, it would be like having someone slap him in the face.

"The majesty of the Lord of Glory cannot be desecrated! Paladins who dare to harm the Holy See must pay the price in blood!" In just a moment, Hawke made up his mind, stood up majestically, and his red robe rolled:

"Please come over, Master Taranto! Please come over, Lord Filmer! Please come over - Deputy Judge Lucerne!"

Master Taranto arrived first. He was the one who flew to pray last night. On a cold day, his feet were still bare. He was wearing a white burlap robe with no hems and a ring of thorns on his head. He lowered his head and twisted a string of wooden beads in his right hand, looking like he didn't care about anything.

Only when he saw the charred corpse of Gordon Metternich did the rosary in his hand stop for a moment, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes:

"pagan?!"

"Brother Metternich was massacred by heretics." Red-robed Bishop Hawke saluted respectfully: "Master, please tell me what kind of evil method he died under."

Master Taranto looked down. Standing next to him with his head lowered was a knight's squire who had escaped, muttering and recounting the tragic situation of the captain's murder. Master Taranto seemed oblivious, looking intently, even lowering his head and touching the edge of the twisted armor.

Not long after, the armor was clanging, and the Grand Knight of Filmer and the Vice-President of Lucerne came hand in hand. The great knight of Filmer entered the door and said immediately:

"What else are you looking at? Isn't it just an evil magician! If you ask me, knights shouldn't pay attention to this - the army came ashore, and with one charge, many of them were trampled! By the way, when will the channel be opened?"

"I think we need to check." Lucerne's deputy referee retorted in a cold voice. His expression was dull, and his eyeballs moved a little slower than others. Just looking at it made people feel that the temperature in the room dropped a few degrees:

"I asked about the team that came back, and there were servants of the evil god, people who disturbed death, and evil magicians. These are evil people who blasphemed the glory of our god. I suggest collecting intelligence on the other party and joining the wanted ones of the Inquisition. List.”

"This is your duty." Red-robed Bishop Hawk lowered his head in agreement. The deputy referee of Lucerne nodded slightly, and the knight of Filmmer snorted coldly and turned his head. Master Taranto had been watching the corpse as if no one else was around, and suddenly said:

"Dragon Breath Technique."

"Dragon Breath Technique?" the other three said at the same time. Master Taranto nodded affirmatively:

"That's right. Brother Metternich is a level 9 knight with strong physical strength. Within 30 feet, a cone of flames burned him like this in an instant... It's only the Dragon Breath Technique, it can't be anything else." Seeing everyone's surprise, Answer, continue to explain:

"Dragon Breath is a level 4 spell, which means that the opponent is a magician of level 7 or above..."

"Doesn't that require dragon scales?"

The deputy referee suddenly interrupted. A flash of fire suddenly flashed through Zombie's eyes, as if a quiet corpse suddenly turned into a man-eating zombie:

"They got the dragon scales?!"

The red-robed Bishop Hawk glanced at him quickly, then turned his head and pretended not to notice. Master Tarantuo really didn't see it, and said leisurely:

"Those evil people who have played with magic have a long history and often make deals with the devil. Some evil dragon scales are also normal."

"The evil magician must be purified!" Bishop Hawke's red robe stated sternly. He looked around at the three people in the room and said proudly:

"Masters, please send your fighting force to safeguard the dignity and glory of our god!"

"The light of my god should not only shine on one person." Master Taranto said calmly. He glanced at the charred corpses on the ground, crossed the threshold, and walked away. His bare feet stepped on the wooden deck, kicking and tapping, making a sound like dead wood hitting each other.

"I'm going to supervise the training of the knights." Lord Filmer also said goodbye and left. Just kidding, Metternich is not from the Knights, why should he send someone here!

The glory of the Knights Templar is on the battlefield, turning back to the shore, charging in formation, bulldozing the pagan army, and occupying their territory. That is what the Knights should do! Let the tribunal do the hunting, trapping, arresting, seizing, etc.!

Hawke sent them away politely and looked at the Lucerne deputy referee expectantly. Sure enough, the senior executioner of the tribunal adjusted his cloak and said grimly:

"It is the duty of the Inquisition to purify heretics. Brother Metternich was martyred for the glory of our Lord. His unfinished business will be taken over by the Inquisition's Black Knight!"

"Thank you, chief referee!" Hawke said happily. He personally escorted Lucerne out. Halfway through, the deputy referee suddenly turned a corner and held down the golden compass on the shelf by the wall with one hand:

"..."

Hawke instinctively felt a little hairy.

The deputy referee looked at him steadily, his eyes not moving for a long time, and the figure of the red-robed bishop was reflected in his red pupils.

The two of them were alone facing each other. Lucerne's voice became colder and colder, as if his vocal cords had been buried in the soil for twenty years and had not been dug out yet:

"The exorcism compass. Give it to me...I will use it to detect evil waves and find those heretics."

...This is my personal thing! It was so easy to kill a magician and steal it! The red-robed bishop's heart twitched. However, facing the cold eyes of the deputy referee, thinking about the consequences of having a bad relationship with the opponent and losing face, he still pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty:

"I'll lend it to you for three days. ... It should be easy to find a magician above level 7."

Three days later, the army will land anyway... If you find it when you find it, you will find it. If you can't find it, the other party will definitely return to the team. No matter what the situation, the things can be recovered.

"Thirty days!"

"Is three days enough?"

"Two months!"

"Okay, thirty days is thirty days!" Ma Dan, this compass, I will use it to hunt down magicians after I get ashore! This is to meet and share half of it!

Lucerne nodded silently, took the compass and left. He returned to his ship, ordered twenty teams of black knights from the Inquisition to go ashore to search for him. After arriving at the place where Gordon died, he activated the compass and looked intently...

“Level 7 mage…no.

Level 6...no.

Level 5...still not there.

Level 4... This is 20 miles away! Cowardly devil! Chase me! "

The horse's hooves were like thunder, rolling away.

Gretel and others huddled in the mountain col: ...Who are you chasing? Us? Are you following the wrong direction?

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