Chapter 162 Gathering
"Have you ever seen the high priest before?"

Reinhardt is asking the villagers.

He had learned the approximate location of Laming from the priests in the city not long ago. Those priests kept their mouths shut, and Reinhardt and his party spent most of the day, and even used a little force, before they learned the approximate location of High Priest Laming from them.

When Reinhardt left, the priests did not look happy, as they were busy treating their own injuries.

Reinhardt's attack was quite restrained, and the priests only suffered minor injuries, with no real casualties.

If there were any casualties, the priests would quickly notify the church, and Reinhardt's name would appear on the wanted list.

Although this wanted order will not attract anyone who can pose a real threat to Reinhard, it will still cause him some trouble. Although the towns in the human kingdom dare not attack him, they will also refuse him entry. At least without using force, he will not be able to move around in these towns well.

"The High Priest has indeed been here before, and it seems that he will go to the vicinity of Green Abyss Town next."

The villagers recognized Reinhardt. When they were waiting for Lemming to return, Reinhardt and his companions did not stay in the hotel doing nothing. Although the city was in decline, it still had the Adventurer's Association.

Reinhardt accepted many quests, most of which were issued by poor villagers who pooled their money from the entire village. The money was not much, and the difficulty of the quests was not particularly low. Adventurers who were serious about making money from quests would not even look at these quests.

These tasks that had been piled up in the Adventurer's Guild for a while were cleared by Reinhardt in just a few days. This gave Reinhardt a good reputation among the villagers, which was why the villager in front of him was willing to tell him the whereabouts of the high priest.

"Reinhardt is a good man, and the high priest is also a good man. Good people will not harm good people."

This is the simple understanding of the villagers.

The villager turned around and pointed the direction of Green Source Town to Reinhardt, and then Reinhardt saw a flare slowly rising in that direction.

It looked like Reinhardt didn't need anyone to show him the way.

"Thank you."

But he still took out a gold coin, threw it into the villager's arms, and then rushed to the direction where the flare was rising.

"We found the trace of the high priest."

The resistance fighters who were searching the surrounding area also saw the rising flares and quickly rushed in the direction of the flares. Along the way, these search teams gathered together to form larger forces.

Another flare rose into the sky. Even if these search teams were expanded in size, they were no match for a tenth-level priest and his followers.

However, these larger teams could also delay Lei Ming for more time. Even though Lei Ming was a level ten warrior, he did not dare to expose his back to these resistance fighters.

Lemming was a priest, a profession that was not good at defense, and the resistance fighters had weapons that were enough to cause him harm. This forced them to spend time completely defeating the resistance forces they encountered before they could continue to move forward.

"We expect to be able to stop him in this area."

The power of a level 10 warrior is not unlimited. As long as they continue to attack and block, even a force composed of "weaklings" can stop Lemming from breaking through the next blockage. "Put the reserve here, and then set up defenses along the road leading to this area to block possible church reinforcements."

The resistance sergeant beside him accepted Lisabel's order, turned around and assigned tasks to his men.

"By the way, release that villager and remember to give him more compensation."

Lysabel called to the sergeant.

Regardless of whether the attack on Lemming was successful or not, Lisabel's resistance force would leave the area without stopping. The pursuers had already left the mountains and were rushing here. They did not have extra time to organize another attack.

In this way, they would not return to the previous village, where a villager was lying half dead in a room in the corner of the village. Those who resisted were not good interrogators, they only used the simplest and most violent methods to make the other party speak.

The villager is now half dead, and even if he survives, he will suffer many permanent disabilities.

At least I can forget about doing serious farm work in this life.

In such a territory, the loss of the most basic ability to work means that he probably won't be able to survive the coming winter.

Lisabel wanted to give the villager some compensation before leaving.

"Yes, my lord."

The soldiers had no objection to this. Those gold coins were of little use to them. It would not be a big deal to allocate a small portion of them to compensate the villager and make the commander of this army feel better.

The only effect of this compensation was to make Lisabel feel better. Even if the villager received this compensation, which was equivalent to his three-year income, it would not be able to restore his body to its previous state.

The villagers who lost their ability to work would spend all the compensation in two or three years, which was still a good result. The worse situation was that the sudden wealth would attract the attention of some people, who might come to take over the compensation one night. The seriously injured villager had no ability to resist.

Lisabel actually knew what would happen. When she was in the Church of the God of Nature, she would often follow the priests to the village to pray for the growth of crops.

She knew very well what many farmers who usually looked simple and honest would do when they saw a piece of fat meat that had no ability to resist. The actual purpose of this compensation was only one, which was to give her the illusion that she had paid something, as if the consequences of her orders had been compensated, so that she could feel at ease.

"That's not good."

Laming looked at the flare above his head. This was the fourth team he had eliminated. The priest next to him already had a lot of wounds on his body, and Laming himself could clearly feel that the strength in his body was being consumed.

In order to break through these obstacles, he has borrowed power from the gods he believes in three times.

If he didn't take a good rest and pray a complete prayer to restore his chances of borrowing divine power, the remaining chances to borrow divine power would not be enough for them to break out of the blockade of the resistance.

"If there had been no external help, we would have failed this time."

(End of this chapter)