Four hours ago, near the military camp.
[ The Dark and Heavy Secret ] was running wildly down the road, followed by nearly a hundred Holy Crusaders with bloodshot eyes, their running posture almost evolving into that of a demon.
Unlike the soldiers who chased Duma last night, the Holy Crusaders were not putting on a show this time.
The members of the Second Order of Knights Holy Crusaders Fir City were furious!
Last night, someone tried to break into their camp, but was successfully discovered by the guards.
Knowing that his goal was impossible to achieve, the man ultimately resorted to arson in a depraved act!
Because of the location of the military camp, the firefighting was not very fast. As a medieval fantasy world, there were naturally no established fire safety rules here.
So the fire was not completely extinguished by dawn, and by the time the firefighting was finally over, half of the military camp had been reduced to ashes.
No one knew whether they had successfully extinguished the fire or whether the fire had burned everything it could and eventually died down on its own.
In short, none of the members of the Second Order of Knights slept a wink all night.
But there was always good news. The newly arrived legion commander heard about their plight and expressed his deep sympathy. He sent someone to offer his condolences and inform them that a new camp would be set up for them southeast of Fir City that day.
They didn't even need to express their gratitude for such treatment, because the entire Second Order of Knights were already part of the Legion.
The Holy Crusaders were naturally very pleased with this consideration, and they quickly arrived at the new planned location of the military camp with their valuables. This place was not only more open than before, but there was also a tributary of the river that flowed into the city next to the camp.
Now they no longer have to worry about arson...
Is that right?
The members of the Second Order of Knights were busy with relocation matters all day, bringing the remaining supplies and other important materials to the new base. The members of the Tree Worship Church began to show off their talents.
For these well-trained Holy Crusaders, building a camp primarily constructed of wood did not require cutting down a single tree; each person simply needed to be responsible for a portion of the Directed Alienation.
However, Directed Alienation also consumes one's own energy, physical strength, and nutrition. The group worked until nightfall and finally built the new camp according to the legion commander's design.
By this point, these poor members of the Second Order of Knights had not slept for a full thirty-six hours.
Just when they thought they could finally get some rest, the arsonist's mother came again!
Moreover, this time the arsonist even upgraded his equipment!
Perhaps feeling that yesterday's flames went out too quickly and weren't exciting enough, this time the arsonist, while using Oil Vine Incendiary Bomb to set the fire, also Blood-Drinking Thornbush thorns around the fire.
The first wave of Holy Crusaders attempting to put out the fire almost all had their feet pierced by caltrops hidden in the darkness. Their screams and the resulting intimidation greatly slowed down the firefighting efforts. Everyone moved forward in small, hesitant steps, fearing they would be the next to have their feet pierced.
Amidst screams, the Holy Crusaders ' rage grew, finally finding an outlet when they heard the sentry's password that the enemy had been spotted.
Even if they die today, they will tear [ the Dark and Heavy Secret ] to pieces!
The group ran through the streets of Fir City until three tall figures appeared before them—
Three Treant Hunter!
[ Dark and Heavy Secret ] He had been killed by the Treant Hunter several times before, but he had never looked forward to the opponent's arrival as much as he did now.
Great! The Tree People are here! Quickly, start a dogfight with the Holy Crusaders! Hurry!
The Treant Hunter began their advance, while the Holy Crusaders ' irrationality, lost in rage, began to rapidly return to their minds.
[ Dark and Heavy Secret ] Seeing that his attempt to instigate the fire had failed, he couldn't help but feel worried.
He turned to look in the direction of the Holy Crusaders and shouted:
"A bunch of cowards, you think you're so tough...?"
A sharp branch pierced his chest, Treant Hunter casually tossed it, sending the Soul Returner's body flying like a withered leaf, finally landing on its spiky head.
Feeling as if a thousand arrows pierced his body, [ The Dark and Heavy Secret ] finally understood what it meant to "pick the softest persimmon."
Compared to a large group of fully armed Holy Crusaders, he was obviously nothing.
But even a small shrimp is still meat, and he eventually became the Treant Hunter ' dessert, and the kind served before the main course at that.
A Holy Crusaders witnessed this and turned to his companions, shouting:
"The arsonist has been killed by the Treant Hunter."
"Okay, let's get out of here!"
"Hurry, hurry!"
As reason returned to their minds, they realized the power of the Treant Hunter. These individuals, rumored to be the Archbishop's private soldiers, each possessed strength approaching that of Middle Tier warrior.
Three Treant Hunter began their pursuit of those who violated the rules, the Holy Crusaders scattered and fled, and the treants began a playful chase.
In their panic, the two Holy Crusaders scrambled into an alley, but their familiarity with the Fir City residential area was even less than that of the nocturnal Soul Returner.
Supreme stone wall came into view that the two realized they were in a dead end.
Behind the two, a treant with a corpse (the player) stuck in its head was closing in step by step.
"We... we're comrades!"
One of the Holy Crusaders said, and another quickly echoed:
"Yes, yes, the rebels are our enemy, don't get it wrong."
However, all that answered them was the tree-man's unpleasant Whisper:
"Violation of curfew will result in immediate execution..."
The thick, blood-stained branch thrust forward, but failed to pierce the two young Holy Crusaders as expected.
The expected excruciating pain and death did not come. The two opened their eyes in disbelief and saw three withered branches extending from three directions, together locking the bloodstained murder weapon, which was carrying tremendous force, less than a foot away from them.
"Alright, stop fooling around."
The gentle voice came from the side, yet it carried an unyielding air of authority.
The two Holy Crusaders turned their heads and saw that a tall, slender young man had appeared in the alley at some point.
The man was dressed in the classic white robes of the Holy City, and clutched a yellowed copy of the Holy Scripture in his hand.
His face looked very kind, and his glasses, framed by withered vines, gave him a strong scholarly air, making him look every bit the young bishop from the Holy City.
The three withered branches that withstood the piercing of death grew from his body, and on his shoulder was a last, shorter withered branch, on which stood a black bird resembling a falcon.
The young man reached up and gently pushed up his glasses, looking at the two people and the tree in front of him:
"Wandering is not something God desires to see."