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Chapter 280 Trap, evacuation?
It's not that the believers didn't resist. They also organized a team to attack, but these guys don't know why. They have been operating here for so long, but they didn't prepare armor for the believers.

Even the weapons are mostly crude and low-quality cold weapons. What's even more outrageous is that some powerful fanatics don't even like to wear clothes, let alone armor, so they dare to charge like this.

What age is it?The fucking White Lotus Sect knows that it is unreasonable for such an idiot to not die by stuffing steel plates in his chest to block bullets.

Of course, the ancestor didn't care about their death, even their bloody death was the result that the ancestor wanted.

"I'll leave it to you here, I'll go to the tunnel to have a look."

Lance didn't know the Ascension Sect's system, but he had searched the church. There shouldn't be only one small leader here. The so-called deacons should only be in combat, and there are other people who manage this town.

The flames had already been extinguished, and the smoke that once filled the passage also dissipated over time.

The tunnel is low and narrow, and every other section is blocked by a wooden plank, and there are places for inserting torches on the side.

And in this kind of place, all that is left is the tragic scene after the fight, just like the abyss hell, where one step on it is either someone's corpse, or a blood-filled depression.

The air was filled with the ugly smell of burning, and of course the strong stench that was hard to hide.

Lance sacrificed all the way, which made the passage blocked by the corpse a little looser, but the spirituality that kept flowing into his body did not make him feel happy, on the contrary, it became heavier.

No matter who saw this scene, they were somewhat emotional.

These are all people, at least they used to be real people, they just wanted to live but were twisted into cultists, and now they have become like this again.

For what?
Just for the twisted and evil plan of the ancestor?

"Damn it, it's unreasonable for you not to die, old man..."

Lance cursed as he went deeper, he had already accumulated a lot of resentment, and this made him even more upset.

Finally, Lance found the real person in charge, because the clothes on his body can't deceive people, and neither can dead people.

The scene was very chaotic, and it was difficult for even Lance to reconstruct the situation at that time, but he could also see that the corpses around him seemed to be crushed by something.

Half of the bones on his body were shattered, and the lumbar spine was directly crushed and broken, as if something rolled up the waist and threw it out.

There are also some corpses that were slapped on the wall with a blood mark, and the body was hit so hard that they were dead and could not die again.

Moreover, these corpses are more or less stained with traces of corrosion and damage, which is completely beyond the scope of human power. It is difficult for Lance to imagine what caused the current situation.

As for the priest's body full of proliferating tissue, the hand holding the staff was even connected to the staff, but his head was crooked, his neck was broken crisply, half of his head was bloody and corroded, and his skull turned soft. mud.

Lance looked at it and felt something was wrong. Could it be that he killed himself with this thing?
He didn't bother to care about the ghostly appearance, so he sacrificed directly.

After turning around below, Lance came out and let out a long breath. The situation below would be crazy for another person.

"Report, the inventory has been completed."

The soldiers on the side reported the situation. After hearing about the "bacon", Lance didn't have much hope for the ancestor's tribute.

But it was soon discovered that bacon was only a small part of it. After the inventory of the warehouse was completed, the materials in the town, such as steel, cloth, and grain, were urgently needed hard currency.

Of course, there is also a batch of spiritual materials, these are what the Ascension Sect really needs, and they rely on these to hold ceremonies or create anything.

But this is not the most important thing. What really made Lance's pressure drop was that more than 40 horses and more than 20 horse-drawn carriages were found in the whole city.

These discoveries finally made the depressed Lance laugh. In this era, horses are more expensive than people. Two-legged people are everywhere, but four-legged horses are not easy to find.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be worth a million but could not even bear a horse.

I have to say that the ancestor's tribute is fragrant!

"Take away the wounded and supplies, and leave here."

"My lord..." The people on the side were quite puzzled, why did they give up this place?

Since it is not occupied, at least it must be destroyed. Isn't staying here just leaving trouble?
"The location here is too important and they won't give it up. It is unrealistic for us to occupy this place, because we need to face the harassment of those cultists all the time.

And those guys come and go, no one knows their specific location and number, but as long as we are here, we can wait for them to gather by themselves. "

It is very simple for Lance to do this. If there is too much pressure to occupy this place, the number of troops stationed here will not be able to fight. If there are too many people left, Hamlet's development will be restricted.

Similarly, it is difficult for him to find the gathering place of the cult, but as long as he stays here, those guys will run out by themselves.

At that time, they can be gathered and wiped out as long as they fight again, just like today.

To put it simply, it was fishing to make nests, and he waited for those guys to take the bait.

"Then we will blow down the city wall?"

"Hmph! The Musketeers and Pikes are here today, and the Artillery will be here next time. These earthen walls are just a joke, but their cage." Lance was full of confidence, and he wouldn't really think that he came from Tort. The gunsmith brought back by Nice has nothing to do, right?

His guns strategy has been advancing, just waiting for the right time to emerge.

It actually took less than an hour from the start of the battle to the end, but the follow-up processing took a lot of time.

However, Lance was very satisfied to see the goods piled up on those twenty cars.

"Let's go back first. You must be careful of the Ascension Sect's attack on the way. The news here may have been passed on."

"Aren't you going back, my lord?"

"There is still a camp that needs to be investigated. Geralt is leading the team. Boudica, Junia and I will go to confirm the situation."

Lance directly recruited troops to form a small team, and the target was the other camp mentioned by Geralt.

At this time, the army was exhausted, and there were still many wounded soldiers, which made it impossible for him to drag the army into the wilderness, but with the team's flexibility, it shouldn't be a problem.

Although Disma and the others also want to go, the lord's order has his reasons, and they just need to execute it.

"Okay!" Boudica was quite happy. Although she killed a big guy, she didn't want to go back to jail like this.

"Let's go." Against the backdrop of the setting sun, the convoy moved slowly, gradually disappearing on the old road, and Lance led the team on this strange road leading to the depths of the wilderness...

As Lance said, the time when the wilderness town was breached was quickly known by the Ascension Sect. They did not rely on scouts to find out the news, but some mysterious and mysterious extraordinary power.

The death of the host of the epiphytic seed was not the first time. The death of the sheriff of another small town was just a plain notice in their mouths.

It's just that at this time, in the flesh-and-blood hall, around the cold black iron altar, those "they" shrouded in black gold robes can't be as calm as before. It seems that the location of the town is indeed very important to them .

Or the things behind the town are very important.

"Why did he find out where?"

"My Lord's plan cannot be interrupted..."

"The maggots failed to grow, and the flesh and blood couldn't be controlled. We can't bear more losses and leave that trouble to them."

"Agreed, flesh and blood will devour them."

"Agreed, more blood will be shed in Hamlet."

"agree……"

A meeting that no one knew about ended soon, and several people returned to that motionless posture.

But when they really took a closer look, they found that they were not worshiping the black iron altar in front of them at all, but were constantly eroding the power on the altar.

But no one knows all this, in this darkest dungeon...

The group of people who left the small town looked a little dignified at this time, because the road under their feet was broken, and it was also completely dark.

"From here, there is a mountain road behind. Should we set up camp and wait until dawn before going in or continue?" Geralt reminded, also asking for Lance's opinion.

"Go on, it will be too late if you wait any longer."

Lance formed this team because he had the confidence to walk in the wilderness after the night came.

Let alone him and Geralt, the strength of the two has already surpassed that of ordinary humans by far.

Boudicana grew up in the mountains and forests, and it is like coming home to the wilderness.

And Junia is not a fragile woman. On the contrary, eating and sleeping in the open is just a test on the road for her.

As for Wangcai, the wolf is destined to run in the wilderness, and the dog is trapped in the yard.

They continued to move forward without hesitation. Thanks to the simplification of the team members, the speed of the few people's progress was not slow at all, and they quickly found the camp that Geralt had mentioned.

There are no ancient buildings to rely on, just simple wooden tents, and some torches are inserted in various places, directly exposing the location of the entire camp.

The entire camp fully revealed the Ascension Church's philosophy of not treating people as human beings at all. It was even simpler than the fucking bandit camp, and the management was extremely chaotic. He seemed to see a refugee camp again.

But this is not the biggest problem, the terrain is the strangest.

After a quick scan, Lance didn't know why the Ascension Church chose such a place to build a camp, because it was a low-lying place.

It's not easy to defend but hard to attack, at least it's a dead end. Even a military rookie like him knows that he can't camp in this place.

"Boss, are they fighting?" Boudica couldn't help being a little curious when he saw the big mess going on in the camp.

"No, that's bloody blasphemy!"

Junia finally spoke. She had been so silent all the way, and no other circumstances were needed for her. The mere fact that she was a cultist was enough to bring her here.

She also witnessed the cruelty and bloodshed of those guys in the small town, but now seeing the chaotic scene in the camp at this time, she couldn't help frowning and gnashing her teeth to answer.

There is no beauty at all, on the contrary, it feels disgusting to normal people.

Lance and Geralt didn't feel anything, they had already seen it before.

"The number of people has decreased a lot. There were hundreds of people when I came here before, but now there are less than half of them left here."

Geralt observed the surroundings and quickly discovered the situation. At first he thought that the people were out on guard, but after a closer look, even the guards and patrols were gone.

"The situation is not right. Those patrolling and sentinels are gone."

Geralt had noted down their patrol routes and the positions of the sentries, but now he realized that none of them were there.

Lance was also observing the surroundings of the camp. Compared to Geralt's golden vertical pupils, he hadn't found any guards under his spiritual vision, so he had to complain.

"These people haven't left yet, do they really think that I, Lance, don't exist?"

"No~ they were abandoned." Combined with the current situation, Geralt quickly realized, "This is a trap."

The chatter between the two of them made the other two unable to understand, but the word "trap" still made them vigilant.

Boudica's gaze left the camp under the fire, but focused on the surrounding dark jungle.

Junia couldn't help feeling a little pressure in her heart, and worry appeared on her resolute face.

It stands to reason that after judging the situation at the scene, knowing that these people are bait, and the following is likely to be a trap, they should evacuate here decisively, so as to avoid long nights and dreams.

But Lance didn't say a word, just looked down silently.

Seeing that there was no response, Geralt couldn't help turning his head and looking at Lance.

"Withdraw?"

His words were already reminding Lance to make the right choice. Geralt knew very well that his mission would be completed after bringing people to a certain situation, and he was somewhat resistant to the next uncertainty.

Because it is not a wise choice to step on it knowing that it is a trap, and it does not conform to his impression of Lance.

"Look at those refugees who are tied up, they will be thrown into the pot later, aren't you asking me to come here to save them?"

Lance's words drew the attention of several people back to the camp. Sure enough, they could see a few dead fish-like people tied to the campfire. Their fate would probably be the climax of this "carnival".

Why was he silent just now?
Because he also knows that evacuating now is the best choice, but this evacuation may completely lose the clues.

The eerie ritual of the ghoul still weighed on his mind, and the results of Amanda's divination also disturbed him.

He doesn't like that kind of strong uncertainty, what kind of post bar trap, he is confident that he can deal with it with his own strength.

Did Lance really choose to break into a trap knowing it was a trap in order to save someone?
He himself didn't believe this. In his eyes, a few refugees were not important at all. This was just an excuse to do something, and at the same time dragged Gerald into the water.

Sometimes good people get shot at.

(End of this chapter)