"That badge...is Ankar."

Squinted his eyes and stared at the flags flying not far away, Moya soon recognized which country it belonged to.

Ankar, the ancient country second only to Farion, has a good relationship with the Church of Light, but...even if this is Ankar's border, why is there a Knights of the Church of Light? The church has always been closed and ignored the border issue.

The golden armor represents the Templar. In the Eastern Continent, such a team can be regarded as the highest knight order in a country. It is really intriguing to run to the border.

It seemed like a group of knights belonging to the church, Moya knew that she would no longer have to launch the Ring of Passion.

Although Laxis' power is far better than them, the power of light just restrains the power of death. Especially the exiled gods, although ordinary weapons cannot cause harm to the body of the lich, the light spell can resolve the spell of death.

Moreover, those blessed weapons can also pose a certain threat to the body of the lich. Laxis should also know this. His greatest threat is not me, a priest who also believes in the dark gods, but those light knights in the hostile camp.

If they fight... maybe I can take advantage of it.

Just as Moya was watching the wall, and when the fight between the two sides started, the lich stopped releasing the aura of death on his body.

"Hmph... The minions of the Church of Light have indeed come. The plan to raid the temple has failed again. I'd better return to Gilcook for the time being." The lich, who was still talking to himself, glanced at Moya, who had already escaped from the magic circle, and used his hoarse voice to make everyone cover their ears; "Next time we meet, be sure to be prepared for death."

"I will give this sentence back to you intact, Laxis."

"Haha, I haven't seen you for a while, you are so confident... I will wait and see. Next time, without the interference of the Church of Light, you will know... the power of death is far better than other gods." Amid the crazy laughter, the lich disappeared from everyone's eyes.

There was no expected battle, nothing, leaving only a magic circle that had lost its function and flesh and blood all over the ground.

The attacking lizardmen and their masters disappeared from the cracks on the border of the Three Kingdoms.

"The Dark Magician just left like this?" Sistale was obviously amazed that the lich gave up easily.

Leading an army of tens of thousands to the border should have some purpose, why did you retreat after a little setback? With the strength of the Black Magician, even without the help of those lizard men, you can easily settle this knight order.

"Indeed, even if Laxis cannot fully display his strength in front of the Church of Light, it should not be difficult to win the final victory. After all, he was a magician. I think his biggest concern should be something else besides me." I can't guess what made this powerful former magician so cautious. He could kill this team of the Church of Light directly, but he retreated in the face.

"Does it have anything to do with... that red dragon?" Sistaer remembered the red dragon that had been following in secret.

"No... although it was ordered to protect me,... this guy would not appear until the critical moment. After all, it is the former Dragon King, and it also has its own self-esteem. Moreover, according to the second law, as a dragon clan, it cannot directly intervene in disputes between me and humans or other hostile camps. In my opinion, this may be related to Laxis leading the lizardman to the border. What exactly does he want to do?"

The minions of the Church of Light have indeed come. The plan to raid the temple failed again...

Raid the temple...raid the temple...shock the temple...

Could it be that his purpose is the same as mine?!

After suddenly remembering the words of the lich before Moya woke up.

"What did you think of?" Seeing Moya's expression on his face, Sistaer couldn't help but speak.

"This old guy has the same purpose as us, and he is going to Domiar."

"You mean...the temple where the second seal is?"

"Shh... the people from the Light Church are here." Seeing that someone is approaching behind him, Moya quickly made a gesture of silence.

"Excuse me, do you know the lich just now?"

Hearing the young voice, Moya and Sistale also focused their eyes on the knight who had just used the Holy Light Technique.

"I can't tell you who will be related to the lich? I just encountered it before." Moya tactfully explained that he had nothing to do with the undead.

Just kidding, whether it is the Eastern Continent or other places, it will definitely be no good if you only need to be involved with the undead. Of course, Moya would not be stupid enough to admit that he has anything to do with the undead.

Recreating an identity requires a lot of time and energy. Whether it is the current reputation of Blood Thorns or the role of "Croatia", it is very suitable for what she is about to do. Even if she leaves the Eastern Continent and goes to other continents, she will not have a more suitable identity than a mercenary leader.

"Is that? Although I really want to believe a lady, you obviously lied to me." The knight who took off his helmet had a young and handsome face. Like most Anka people, the man, who was less than thirty, had flax hair and radiant pupils.

However, the knight with the delicate facial features of the elves was full of anger. Even the fool knew that he was obviously not a good-tempered person. The inscription of the church on the armor suddenly reminded Moya of another church knight she knew, the same handsome young man was much better than the one in terms of personality and etiquette.

"Although you are using some ancient language, I can still hear some of the conversation clearly." Miyale, an old man in simple armor, arrived on a horse, and his words made Sistaer cover his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Oh, since you can understand our conversation, you should know that I and the Undead cannot touch any of them." With their body blocking in front of Sistale, Moya's actions and calm answers all imply that there is no need to draw a sword.

"Miyale, what does she mean?" Without understanding the meaning of Moya's words, the Knight turned his head to the old man behind him.

"Hisser Duke... Although the language used by the Necromancer when he finally left was also an ancient language, it is actually a common indigenous language in the south of the Eastern Continent. It means that he will definitely kill the other party next time he meets. This can actually be regarded as a curse." The knowledgeable Miyalu quickly explained, which slightly relieved the anger of the young knight he called the Duke.

"Even so, the fact that she is involved with the undead cannot be eliminated. Regarding the undead, I must not let her go like this. Reth took this lady back to the Temple of Frantia, and the high priest personally decided." Turning around the mount, the duke ordered his subordinates to take Moya away, he waved his arms, and the cavalry, who had already arranged neatly behind him, immediately followed him and left in the direction they came.

"Your Highness... this is not very good." Reis, who followed Miyale and then rushed to hear that he was named, was about to persuade his superior to give up this idea, but he immediately shut up after seeing the warning look that the Duke turned around.

"Madam, please come with me." Looking at the middle-aged man with a embarrassed look at him with a requesting gaze. Moya shook his head at Sistale and signaled him not to stop him.

"Sis, go and settle Shius and the others. They have been rushing around these days." Once again, Moya stopped Sistaer's attempt to resist with his eyes.

Seeing that the elf seemed to draw his sword, Reis nervously placed his hand on the weapon around his waist.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of myself. Isn't it just going to the Church of Light, there is nothing to worry about." Moya stepped on the horse that had been prepared on the side, and he still said a few words and ran towards the direction where the cavalry left.

He looked at Moya who had already run away with surprise. Res and Miyale looked at each other and drove their mounts to follow.

Looking at Moya, who had already turned into a small black dot, Sistaer kicked the magic dragon still lying on the ground.

"stand up."

"Where is the boss going?"

"Shut up! Don't forget, Moya warned you not to speak." Upon the soft pads set on the dragon's back, Sistaer seemed a little unhappy to kick Luci again with his feet.

"Didn't you hear what she said just now? Don't be too slow and go back to the camp."

Knowing that he had been unconscious, Luci quickly stretched his wings and flew towards Saquin Camp not far away.

"Where is the leader?" Sius couldn't help but worry before seeing Moya come back with him.

"She wants to touch Domiar first to explore the specific location of the temple. I will go and meet her after I deal with your placement." He stopped the demon dragon outside the open camp gate and reported to the bloody mercenary coming up.

"It would be better for us to stay in this camp. There is enough space here to accommodate our entire regiment, and we can also inquire about some rumors about the border." Sius thought for a while, the largest city nearby was Domiar. After leaving Saquin, so many of them entered the city, it would inevitably attract the attention of the local lords. If Moya had any extreme actions, their subordinates would naturally be implicated again.

After spending more than a year with the High Priest of Dark Night, Sius had learned about her ability to cause trouble.

If you want to be crazy, let them both go. We mortals cannot withstand the toss and troubles.

One is a former paladin, and the other is a divine priest who holds two artifacts. If there is really a situation that they cannot deal with, it will be useless for us miscellaneous soldiers to join us.

After hearing Sius's words of staying in Saquera, Sistaer pulled the reins and asked Luci to chase after the cavalry as they left.

"You two commanders are really coming and going like the wind. Could it be that they rarely have their own subordinates together?" The two mercenary commanders Sur and Wick who surrounded him were surprised that the blood-colored thorny commanders left their subordinates behind.

"Haha, we would rather stay with them, and we will have a short life." Xius's words won the blood-colored thorny captains and kept nodding.

"That's right. I heard that your leader is very capable... well... causing trouble. It's really painful to follow such a boss." Wick of course knew what Sius meant.

"No need to be a taboo. She is not here, I won't mind even if you say you are so weak. Anyway, I have heard more than once. I admire the leader's ability to cause trouble. She can encounter trouble everywhere she goes." Even though Sistale did not say it clearly, Sistale was already sure that the high priest must have messed with something again. Otherwise, how could Sistale, who had always been inseparable, return to the camp alone?

"Okay, everyone, take off the heavy armor. The leader of the group is in trouble again, so we can rest for a few more days."

In Sius's declaration, the blood-colored thorny mercenaries cheered and untied their armor that had been worn all day.

"Let's go and celebrate. Although I don't know what the strange scene just now indicates, now the lizardman and the lich are gone. It's time to relax and tighten for a day." Wick pulled Suer, who was still staring at the distance, and walked towards the celebratory crowd.
Chapter completed!