Chapter 203 Another Resistance

The village was burning with flames. The flames did not harm the villagers, but were enough to scare them out of their hiding places and then they were controlled by the priests.

Shackles formed by divine magic were formed on their bodies, and then they were dragged out of the village.

"What are you doing? Our village has converted to the Sun God. You can't..."

A middle-aged man who was dressed slightly more decently was struggling. When he passed by a priest bound by chains, he tried to stop the priests in the name of the God of the Sun.

"That's even better. The believers of the Sun God should devote everything they have to Him."

The priest clenched his hands and the chain around the middle-aged man's neck tightened, preventing him from uttering a single word.

These villagers can only pin their hopes on the lord's army. The lord here is a newly appointed nobleman of Lannia. Although his ability is only average among that group of nobles, he is still conscientious and maintains a sufficient army. On weekdays, he can also wipe out the monster nests that threaten villages and towns when he is fully prepared.

If the armies of those nobles could arrive in time, they might be able to force back these frenzied crusaders.

The villagers can only hope so.

But when they left the village and arrived at the meeting point designated by the priests, they saw the soldiers.

They were stripped of their weapons and, like the rest of the villagers, bound in chains made of divine magic.

"If it's not enough, the more sacrifices the better."

An acolyte was the commander of these crusaders. He glanced at the villagers and finally shook his head.

"Sir, the villagers from the surrounding villages are all here."

The priest at the side was a little hesitant, but still told the deacon in front of him the truth.

“Besides the villages, there are towns, and it is their honor to give all they have for Him.”

The Crusaders took action at the order of the deacon.

"They attacked the nearby villages, looted the entire population, and are now heading towards Bucktown, apparently intending to attack there."

The guard beside Moralich spoke softly, but there was no doubt that Laming could hear what he was saying.

"It looks like those Skitarii have completely lost control."

Laming could only nod helplessly.

Seeing that neither Morarichi nor Laming had any scruples about this, the guard stopped hiding and continued to speak.

"Also, it seems that preparations for a sacrifice are underway in the camp."

Moralich observed Laming's expression, and the flash of nervousness caught his eye. It was obvious that he had more bargaining chips.

"It looks like we need to reach an agreement quickly without further delay."

Laming didn't know what else to do except nod.

The elves were already waiting in the church, and they had apparently received news from their fellow elves.

"We still have one day."

Obviously, the actions of the Skitarii also forced the elves to speed up their actions. These missions only have one day left, after which, no matter what the outcome, the elves will take action.

"It looks like time is even shorter than I thought."

Moralich was accompanied only by his adjutant. As for the professional diplomats, the messengers should be calling them out from their respective offices. "Are you willing to agree to our proposal?"

The elves are waiting for Morari's answer. Although his answer will not affect the outcome of the elves' goal, it will more or less affect the process of achieving the result, and perhaps, will also determine the fate of hundreds of thousands of people.

"Overall, the proposal is not unacceptable, but we need to work out some details to make it enforceable."

The elves nodded, and had no objection. In their opinion, their work would not affect the results, and no matter what Moralich asked, they were willing to listen.

"Yes, but we have to hurry. We only have one day. Tomorrow's sunrise is a good time for believers of the sun to hold a sacrifice."

Lemming coughed twice, but the elves obviously didn't understand what he meant.

"No matter what, we will start the action before sunrise tomorrow."

Morari also became serious. Both Leming and the elves were very nervous about the so-called sacrifices of the Crusaders.

"Plan No. 2, pass the order on."

The adjutant beside Moralichi trotted out of the church. After Lanya's order arrived, Moralichi placed most of the principality's mobile forces not far from the Crusader Army, so that they could reach the departure position within a week. Plan No. 2 was to mobilize the troops with the best combat readiness, and directly enter the departure position without waiting for other troops to be ready, and only wait for the final confirmation order before taking action against the Crusader Army.

There were a few more carrier pigeons flapping their wings in the sky above the capital of the principality. Around sunset, the troops would be able to take up their departure positions.

"Well, I just want to make a minor amendment to the terms before the professional wordsmiths come."

The resistance fighters are in the forest, waiting for their prey to walk into the trap that has been set long ago.

These resistance fighters no longer need to consider the threat from the principality's army. The nobles of this territory help them and block the principality's pursuit troops.

Restricted by the laws of the principality, those troops could only stop at the border of the territory.

Although the troops established by the nobles in this territory took some effort, there was still a big gap compared to those troops of the principality in terms of discipline, personal strength, and heavy weapons.

These resisters were easy to deal with.

The battle was over quickly. The morale of the noble troops who fell into the trap was low. As soon as the resistance attacks fell on them, they abandoned their weapons and baggage and fled.

"With this level, they still organized a siege."

This is already the fourth large-scale encirclement and suppression organized by the nobles, and it seems that the result this time will be no different from the previous ones.

"That's right. These noble lords deserve a taste of their own medicine. Next time, I'll go to their castles and have some fun."

The person who spoke was a new resistance fighter who had joined the organization not long ago. His words made the commander of the ambush frown.

The quality of these new resistance fighters is much lower than before.

“I just hope I can teach them better in the future.”

The captain didn't have time to think and pointed his bow to his side.

"Who?"

Then he saw an elf appear in front of him.

It was almost dark and there was almost no light in the forest, making it difficult for him to see the face of the elf in front of him.

"Please take me to your leader. I have something to tell you."

(End of this chapter)