The lords could not understand so much, and all they could understand was the "big elves". For a moment, everyone's fear was even more intense. Although there were as many as 30,000 soldiers gathered in the capital and fought to the death, they would not be unable to defeat a big elves, but their side would have to pay the same heavy price, and it might even shake the foundation of the country.

The priest who stayed in front of them saw the panic of the lords and comforted him: "Don't panic. The three of us are here, and we are not unable to stop the great elves. You can take the opportunity to attack and you will definitely be able to take them down."

The Duke of Brittany took the lead in reacting:

"Quick! The vanguard's troops launched an attack! The troops in the rear pressed up! Put the recruits in the front and consume the enemy's magic. Each lord sent his own knights to the rear to supervise the battle. If the retreater finds the Dharma, he will be rectified on the spot!"

Although the other two priests were far away and could not hear what the Duke of Brittany was saying, they could guess that they were probably going to cooperate with them. So they tacitly stopped their offensive against Movara Niga and confronted Amy across the air.

Although it was a confrontation, they knew in their hearts that they were not the opponent of the big elves alone. The priest standing on the left glanced at the cross that was still floating in the sky. At a critical moment, he needed to crush the cross himself to make Gregorian watch here.

Amy stood in the distance, motionless, only the fire burned around her.

This made the priest on the left more alert. He watched Amy closely, fearing that she would suddenly launch an attack when she was not paying attention.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Amy was still motionless. The fire surrounding her body had been extinguished. She closed her eyes and lowered her head, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep, and seemed to have turned into a stone sculpture.

The priest felt something was wrong - they were waiting for the support of the Duke of Brittany's army, what was the woman in front of him waiting for?

It was at this moment that the priest on the right suddenly let out a painful moan!

The other two priests were shocked and subconsciously moved their eyes away from Amy's body and swept to the right. They saw their companion rolling on the ground in pain, and his body gradually became charred as if it was burned by fire, but there was no trace of flame on his body at all. They closed their eyes and tried their best to sense it, and then they realized that the companion was being attacked with magic!

This is Amy's magic. This is incomplete fire, with only "dry" and not "hot". It does not appear in the form of fire, so it cannot be seen by the naked eye. Before the priest groaned, only the attacked priest herself was the attacked priest herself.

At first, the priest even went to call for help. He tried his best to resist Amy's magic. If he was distracted, he would be fatal. Until all the magic power was exhausted and his body began to dry up, he finally let out that moan. But it was too late. Before the other two priests could provide strong support, he had turned into a dark coke.

The priest on the left was frightened. He no longer considered the risk of alarming Amy. He waved his hand and let his cross fly back to his hand. Amy's sight flew over with the cross, which made the priest clearly realize that the next one was him.

Without hesitation, he used his palms to crush the cross in his hand. This was his signal to Gregory. A large number of nobles had been baptized in the Principality of Brittany. For Gregory, this was no longer a forbidden area. He could only come in one second, and as soon as he arrived, the offensive and defensive momentum would be immediately changed!

But until the priest's magic was exhausted, until his body dried up and lost his last trace of consciousness, Gregory did not appear for a long time.

There is only one priest left.

Although she had consumed some magic, Amy still had a lot of room for rest. She swept her eyes towards the last priest, preparing to kill the three priests here. But at this moment, several fireworks suddenly shot out from Movara Nijia's back, and three consecutive sounds in the air - this was the signal of temporary retreat from Ella.

Although he was puzzled, Amy still turned her body into a fire, shot high into the sky, and then landed straight on Movara Nijia's back.

"Your Majesty," she asked, "why are you asking me to retreat at this time?"

"The priests of the Abraham Church will soon appear, and there is no point in killing one. It is better to keep one and let him go back to report the message. In this way, the Abraham Church will focus most of its attention on the Principality of Brittany, and we will be more comfortable operating in the Federation of Almany." Ella said, "There is another point that the target of deterrence has been achieved--When the sun rises, I will go to negotiate with the Duke of Brittany after the sun rises."

"What about now?"

"Don't do anything, rest," Ella said lightly, "and let the Duke of Brittany have time to experience the fear of this evening."

It was not until this time that the lord of the Principal of Brittany adjusted his army and appeared on the battlefield. But seeing that the two priests had died in battle, Amy had returned, and the conscripted soldiers holding pitchforks and sickles were stunned again.

It was not their fault, because even the Duke of Brittany was at a loss at this time. On the contrary, the lords who were dissatisfied with their conversion saw the three priests retreating, although they took a breath, they were more gloating.

"Master, what should we do next?" The Duke of Brittany asked the last priest with a nervous look on his face.

"There are only two ways." The priest said, "First, we can continue to attack. My two companions have consumed part of the enemy's magic. At this time, the attack is to strike while the iron is hot. With mine, and with your assistance, there should be a chance of winning."

"Master, we have thirty thousand people here, and you only have one." A lord said with a sarcastic sarcastic word, "Is this what we help you, or are you helping us?"

The Duke of Brittany gave the lord a blank look and signaled him to shut up.

"The second is naturally retreat. The walls here have been broken. You need to evacuate to the inland city. Movara Niga cannot go deep into the inland." The priest looked down at his palm, and he also held a crushed cross. "There are several magicians in the church of Abraham who are much stronger than me. As long as I firmly hold them, I will invite them to destroy these enemies in front of me."

"How much time will it take?" asked the Duke.

"It depends on where those masters are, from at least one month to as many as half a year."

"One month? Then we must not retreat!" the Duke shouted, "When we attack the Earl of Ile de France during the day, we have offended the Federation of Almany. In a month, the Federation of Almany may send troops to us! We cannot resist the attack of the Federation of Almany when we lose our capital!"

"Duke, since the 'master' of men said they had a way to deal with this monster, then let's retreat." A lord said coldly, "When we make a conversion during the day, you kept saying that the church would protect us and destroy the demons. Now that we have converted, we have to rely on our own to save our lives to solve the demons. Then, isn't this trust changed in vain?"
Chapter completed!