Chapter 382 Deliberately letting go of the church reconnaissance team, and tracking the main force
In the quiet and deep early hours of the morning, the peaceful little mountain village was ruthlessly destroyed. After a night's rest, Kashin and Sendi left in a carefree manner.
However, not long after walking out of the valley, Night Owl Angel keenly sensed that the situation had changed. She saw a group of figures rushing towards them. They turned out to be the vanguard scouting force of the church's armed forces.
Kashin reacted quickly and hid in a secret corner. He had no intention of killing them at the moment, but had other plans in mind, and wanted to use this group of people to lead the way for him to find the large church armed forces.
"Seniors, please hide well and let them come and go freely. When the enemy's large force approaches, you must act accordingly."
"Okay, brother Kashin, make the decision! We got there first last night and cut off the enemy's food supply..."
"Everyone serves his own master! There are no rules in war, winning is the rule..."
After all, since there is a village of believers here, a large army will surely follow. Kashin just took action first.
The five men were in a hurry, busy on their way. In fact, they had already noticed the tracks left by the wolf and saw the rising and lingering smoke in the distance, but they were eager to complete the task and had no time to track and explore.
When this exploratory team stepped into the small mountain village and saw the devastated scene, flames of anger burned in the hearts of each of them.
When the vanguard exploratory troops of the church armed forces stepped into this small mountain village that had become a ruin, everyone was stunned by the tragic scene before them.
The captain's eyes widened, and his originally resolute gaze was now filled with shock and anger. His breathing became rapid and his chest heaved violently.
Some soldiers stood there in a daze, as if they were under a spell, their mouths wide open, unable to speak; others covered their mouths unconsciously with trembling hands, their eyes full of fear and disbelief. "This... This is simply the act of the devil!" a soldier shouted in a trembling voice.
The "skinny assassin" turned pale, his legs softened, and he sat on the ground, muttering to himself: "How could this happen? How could this happen..."
Another soldier clenched his fists, gnashing his teeth and roaring, "Who is so cruel? These innocent villagers!"
Everyone's eyes moved back and forth between the burning house, the corpses lying all over the place, and the blood on the ground, and the anger in their hearts grew stronger and stronger.
The entire team was overwhelmed by grief and shock. The air seemed to freeze. Everyone was immersed in great pain and anger and didn't know what to do for a moment.
"Captain, someone is killing people here with methods as cruel as beasts and demons. How can we collect food in such a horrific scene?" said the thin assassin with a trembling voice.
"Oh no! Someone wants to starve us to death! We have been wandering around in this mountain for several days and have not found any trace of the enemy. It turns out that the enemy has set an ambush here! Go back and report quickly. I always feel that danger is imminent!"
The captain is tall and strong, with a full beard and visible traces of time. He is obviously an experienced and veteran hunter.
"Captain, when I came here, I found the footprints of a warg. Its four claws are obviously much larger than those of an ordinary warg. Judging from the situation at the scene, there are at most traces of two people. There is also a strange kind of footprint that I have never seen before. It looks like a bird but not a bird. The footprint is much larger than a human's foot. Could it be the work of the devil..."
The captain frowned and said in a deep voice: "Come on, take me to see..."
They carefully explored the scene for more than half an hour, but found nothing. In desperation, they realized that the thief had already gone away and it was futile to continue searching, so they had to choose to return the same way.
They followed the same path they had taken to the west, climbed over a hill, and trudged for more than ten miles along the rugged mountain road before finally arriving at the temporary camp.
In the camp, a leader who was also a paladin was waiting for them. He had a slim figure and a sturdy physique, and was a strong hunter.
After listening to their report, the commander's eyes widened with rage, unable to suppress his inner anger at all, and he immediately reported the emergency to the senior pastor.
The priest in a white robe slowly walked out of the slightly old tent.
He stretched lazily and looked around, as if looking for a suitable corner to meet his personal physiological needs.
Finally, he found a relatively secluded place not far away and hurried over. After finishing his personal affairs, the pastor walked towards the camp kitchen with heavy steps.
He skillfully picked up the exquisite silver basin he carried with him and carefully scooped a bowl full of steaming broth from the pot.
This bowl of broth did not look very appetizing. There was only a fist-sized piece of wolf meat floating in it, with a little wild vegetables and mushrooms as garnish.
The pastor came to the tree with the soup and sat down, then took out a few pieces of dry food that had become hard from the cloth bag beside him.
He first blew gently on the hot steam on the surface of the broth, then took a sip carefully. However, after taking a sip, his brows slightly frowned. It turned out that this so-called broth really didn't taste good at all. Apart from a light salty taste, there was almost no other taste.
Moreover, the piece of wolf meat was cooked very tough. Due to the lack of necessary seasoning, it was extremely difficult to chew and swallow smoothly.
Nevertheless, in order to continue to survive and to bring a glimmer of hope to this already troubled army, the priest still endured the discomfort and tried hard to put the food into his mouth.
At this moment, more than a hundred mounts had to be slaughtered every day to barely meet the army's energy needs. Due to the severe shortage of food, the morale of the entire army was getting lower and lower, and everyone's face was shrouded in a lingering haze.
The white-robed priest was quietly enjoying his breakfast. After putting down his cutlery, he slowly stood up and carefully took out the heavy scripture from his arms.
For him, this scripture is not only a spiritual sustenance, but also the key to his unique method of cultivation.
He gently turned the pages of the book and began to recite scriptures in a low voice, as if the whole world was left with only him and those sacred words.
As the prayers sounded, an invisible force gradually gathered around him. This was the way he used to enhance the power of his faith.
However, just as he was about to immerse himself in the pious inner state, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly broke the tranquility.
The general from the Vanguard Camp was named Olivari. He usually had a serious look on his face, but at this moment his expression was unusually heavy, which made the white-robed priest's heart tighten. He instantly concluded that there must be some bad news.
"General Olivari, may God bless you!" The white-robed priest hurried forward and bowed slightly.
"Mr. Church Clerk, something terrible has happened!" General Olivari said anxiously, panting.
"General, please sit down first. There is no need to panic. I believe that under the protection of the Lord, any difficulties will be solved. Let's take our time and explain things clearly."
Although the white-robed priest himself felt very nervous, he still tried to remain calm and comfort the general in front of him.