After leaving the town of Pierrefonds, Griffiths led the squadron to Teutoburg. They moved along the border road, which was in very good condition, sometimes by car and sometimes by stagecoach. To the left of the road, a majestic fortress stands among the undulating mountains, as if an ancient beast is lurking here, ready to drink blood at any time.
This solid fortress made of black rocks dominates the southern exit of the Jingze River Valley, giving people a strong sense of security.
Here is a nail embedded in the river valley, where human armies and clan alliances have fought fiercely for many years. Relying on this solid stronghold and the developed road system in the rear, the army can obtain sufficient logistical support without worrying about its retreat. Even if they were defeated occasionally, the remaining defeated generals could retreat to the safety of the castle to lick their wounds.
Relying on the strong national power, Beyelan fought repeatedly with the orcs here, and finally exhausted the orcs' courage and blood, and pushed the defense line bit by bit deeper into the valley.
Along the way to Teutoburg, Griffith heard countless disturbing news. Giant beasts roam the fields and devour innocent farmers, the dead rise from the graves to absorb the souls of the living, and dark wizards bewitch the fragile hearts of mortals.
The clouds of war have enveloped this place, and a large number of residents are migrating to the safer south. Believers of the Holy Light along the way prayed devoutly for protection.
After observation, Griffith discovered that Teutoburg was not an isolated stronghold. Together with the border to the west and Fort Meyer to the east, it forms the smooth northern border.
The western border is where the fighting broke out a few days ago. It is blocked by mountains and mountains. The army may be able to cross the border through small roads, but the difficulties of roads and supplies make it impossible to assemble a strong army to launch an attack.
The three thousand orc army that attacked Krista was truly unexpected. They conceived a strange plan to ambush the Saint of Anjou, emerge from the mountain road and launch a surprise attack. If Beyelan and Odessa's mobile forces did not react quickly enough, it was really possible for them to succeed.
Of course, in marching operations, we cannot expect that this kind of conspiracy will succeed every time. All the energy of the orc army is focused on besieging Krista, and there are no wolf cavalry that can be used for reconnaissance and warning on the road. Griffith marched 600 miles in five days with about a thousand reinforcements. After meeting, he eliminated this lone army in one round.
The castle of Duke Meyer in the east is located on the bank of the Tierne River, separated from Teutoburg by the mountains on the east side of the valley. It was a fortified area composed of many fortresses and defense lines that Griffith passed through when traveling along the River Tirne in the summer. The Duke who guards there is a great nobleman, a good comrade and close comrade-in-arms of King Bijerland.
Griffith looked at the invisible dukedom and thought that this big man was everywhere.
Although I don’t know him, I attended his ball, and the peach juice was so delicious; I also used Meyer Bank notes, and as a member of the military committee in Raven, I accepted bribes from the logistics company under the duke’s name, ah bah , donation. There is also the weapons smuggling trade in the dukedom and the orc territory...
"Griffith," Krista, who was riding her horse slowly on the side, patted his arm, "Why are you smiling so stupidly?"
"I'm thinking about Duke Meyer over the mountain. His company sent bribes to Erza and me. Oh no, donations!"
"Ai, Lu, Sha~" the girl said in a long tone, "I used to call her captain, but now, okay, kiss, kiss."
After leaving the large number of Holy Light believers, Krista hummed slightly like an ordinary girl. Griffith was stunned for a moment, ready to say something quickly.
"Is Erza married?" Krista suddenly asked.
"no."
"Then you still have a chance," the girl lowered her head and looked at the road.
"My focus just now was Duke Meyer!" Griffith gritted his teeth.
"Well," Krista gently stroked the hair beside her ear, "Who doesn't like a mature and beautiful big sister?"
"Krista!" Griffith hurriedly pointed to the town on the roadside, "Come on, let's go to a nearby tavern to have a chestnut cake!"
Teutoburg is the most important fortress in the north and a large border city located at the intersection of rivers and roads. To the west of the city are the Loire and Bey rivers, with bridges on the rivers. To the northwest and northeast of the city are rolling hills, and to the north is an ancient fortress.
In times without war, the city under Teutoburg operated border trade with the clan alliance, and nearby towns prospered.
Krista was about to agree when a horn sound suddenly sounded in her ears. Her pretty face suddenly became tense, she adjusted her military uniform and cast her gaze towards the road to the south.
An army appeared. Although it is difficult to tell that this is an army from the appearance and momentum.
They wore messy civilian clothes, no armor, and simply wore gray burqas over them. They wore leather or cloth hats and held long spears. Some of them also carried wooden shields inlaid with iron sheets.
Led by some priests and squires, the army formed six columns and marched, holding the banner of the Holy Light and the six-pointed star emblem, like a gray tide, slowly coming through the open road.
The leading priests cheered happily when they saw Krista here. The army behind them was also like a surging wave, and their tired faces were first filled with confusion, and then were replaced by ecstasy. They stood excitedly on the road and looked at her with admiring eyes.
"Praise the Holy Light! Look, that's the Saint of Anjou!"
Krista's face became solemn and solemn, and the girl's playful look was completely gone. She raised her sword in greeting, and the followers of the Holy Light immediately cheered her with almost crazy devotion.
Among the team were Bishop Kelian, whom Griffith had met, and even Bishop Horus Osiris, the Word Bearer whom he had met in Revan. The latter was not a local promotion, but he also came with an army.
The two bishops arrived in front of Krista in a hurry, knelt down humbly on one knee, greeted the girl and offered their blessings:
"Saint of Anjou, those who love you are coming to follow you!"
Griffith sighed, turned around and ordered: "Ace, take someone to understand the size and composition of this army. Ace?"
He found that Gilles de Ace, who was born into a noble family, had subconsciously turned over and dismounted following the movements of the two bishops, and was at a loss when he heard the order. The situation of the few people in the team who believed in the Holy Light was similar. They were infected by fanatical emotions and their eyes were filled with enthusiasm.
Even the always smart and proactive Lanzada and the gentle Joshua were affected and stared in the direction of Krista.
Griffith couldn't help but marvel at the powerful charisma of the saint walking around the world. From this point of view, it is reasonable for the saint system to be abolished after the person who was punished with the record erasure was eliminated. Most of it was restrained by the secular power of Beyelan and other Holy Sees.
With the Saintess of Anjou's reputation reaching this point, it would be unbelievable if a large number of forces within the Holy Light Church did not take advantage of the situation.
…
This army was discovered in the direction of Teutoburg, and a regular army was quickly sent towards this side.
These soldiers wore half plate armor, iron helmets, large shields and conical armor-piercing guns, swords hanging on their waists, and their helmets were decorated with colorful feathers. They are the elite infantry of Bayeran, who are served by senior veterans. They are skilled in combat and specialize in fighting enemy cavalry and large monsters on the battlefield. They also often serve as the commander's guard.
Some of these elite soldiers organized the parishioners' armed forces to camp, while others found Griffith and Krista and they went to Teutoburg.
The castle has become a huge military camp, with more than 40,000 troops deployed.
Griffith and the others were taken to the headquarters in the castle, where they met Sonia and a group of nobles. The countess saw Griffith and ran towards him with joy. She took two steps, but felt something was wrong again, so she quickly changed to a steady pace.
The girl wore exquisite silver armor with the coat of arms of the Larmore family engraved on it. Her delicate face was highlighted in the warm sunshine, and her neat white cloak and gloves were spotless.
"It looks good!" Sonia came to Griffith, showing off her beautiful silver armor like a proud lark, "It is solidified with advanced magic shield, wind elegance, spell deflection and... Who is this……"
"Saint of Anjou, Christa," Griffith turned around and followed the countess' gaze and found that she was looking at Christa, "Christa, this is Sonia de... Larmour, my lord."
Krista walked by and said hello to the Countess in a very friendly manner.
"Thank you for your support, Countess. Without Griffith's assistance, Pierrefond would have been a tragedy."
"It's my honor to help you," Sonia said. "Have you met before?"
"She is my former comrade. (We are connected by fate.)"
"..."
Sonia was stunned for a moment.
Griffith glanced at Krista, who tilted her head towards him with a smile, and then turned to the Countess: "Destiny guided the knight to come to me."
Does this mean to praise Griffith for arriving in time? Griffith's rapid march was indeed powerful... Sonia felt a little strange, but the meeting was about to begin, so she didn't think about it carefully and nodded to accept the saint's kindness.
…
Griffith followed them towards the headquarters in the castle hall. The episode just now confused him, and he started thinking wildly as he walked.
Krista and I have a bond that spans life and death. I don’t deny it, and I don’t feel guilty at all. Even if the gods question it, I will admit it frankly.
My love for Galadia is not even half false. Even if I exchange it for the world, it cannot compare with my love for her.
Wait a minute, now, now am I not a scumbag who rides on two boats?
Griffith's expression suddenly stiffened. He was confused. This kind of thing has never happened to him before, and the more he thinks about it, the more headache he feels. The reality of the situation shows that he is a scumbag, but how real are the two feelings?
Was it me who was wrong? This is wrong! Fortunately, Galadia is not here, otherwise I really don’t know what I would do.
