Griphook returned home carefully, locked the flimsy door, and then walked into the empty inner room. He prostrated himself on the ground and shouted with great respect.

"Lord Purson!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure in a golden and red robe appeared in front of him. An aura of majesty enveloped the entire room, making it so oppressive that it made people feel breathless.

"No one followed you today, or noticed anything wrong, right?" Purson asked solemnly.

"No, although those wizard minions check very strictly, they will never attack civilians without reason." Griphook answered fearfully.

Purson's tense expression relaxed a little, and he continued to ask, "Did you get any useful information?"

It has been five days since he arrived at the capital through the secret passage, but he has been lying in wait without taking any further action.

This was undoubtedly a correct choice, because after investigation, Pulson found that the security in the royal capital was much stricter than he had expected. There were musketeers guarding each city area, and the two teams looked after each other, making it difficult to defeat and remove these sentries one by one.

Under such circumstances, Pulson didn't even dare to use his magic easily, otherwise he would probably be detected.

Fortunately, they were lucky. Not far from the area connected to the ancient well, they found a more devout believer. After some inspiration, he became their eyes and ears, responsible for gathering news from the outside world.

"Reporting to my lord, according to the information I have obtained, the wizards' minions have captured the five downed Griffin Knights and are now detaining them in the prison set up in the XC area." Griphook said with his head down.

"It seems that Arno has indeed been caught..." Purson thought to himself. With the opponent's strength, even if he could not escape the lightning net spreading over the royal capital, he would not die on the spot. Since he did not cause any trouble in the royal capital, he was most likely caught.

Purson recalled the map of the royal capital and realized that the prison where he was being held was not far from here.

Although he didn't like the arrogant Arno very much, he was a colleague after all. Saving him would increase his chances of winning the battle in the royal capital.

"And... when I went to the market today, I heard those devil's followers say..." Griphook hesitated, not knowing whether he should speak.

"What did they say?" Purson frowned.

"They say the Bible... the Bible contains many errors." Griphook stammered.

For example, the geocentric theory in the Bible is actually wrong. In fact, the continents beneath their feet are rotating around the sun because of something called gravity.

For example, the continent is actually round, not flat, because when you stand on the sea and look at the distant watchtower, you always see the top of the tower first, and then the tower body... There is also the phenomenon of lunar eclipse, which is that the planet rotates to the center of the sun and the moon, and the lunar eclipse they see is the projection of the continent under their feet...

"Those wizards even said that they calculated the circumference of this continent, which is 43,200 kilometers..." Griphook said with a slight tremor.

"How ridiculous!" Purson was immediately amused. These followers of the evil god were simply daydreaming. How could the continent under their feet be round? Wouldn't they all fall off?

And how did they calculate the circumference of 43,200 kilometers? Did they measure it with a ruler? Those wizards actually tried to deceive the believers of God with such ridiculous words. It was totally unreasonable! Griphook paused and did not continue to speak, because the other party also conducted some strange experiments on the spot to prove these conclusions that sounded counterintuitive.

The kid from the hunter family next door whispered to him that he understood and could even replicate the experiments. The continent under their feet might really be round, but he himself was completely confused the whole time.

"It seems that these wizards have been bewitched by the devil and their minds have become seriously disturbed." Pulson said with a sneer, and then asked about the mansion with the most strict guards.

Griphook shook his head. That place was guarded all the time and there was no way for him to get close.

"In that case, you should go and rest first." Purson had no intention of making things difficult for Griphook. He waved his hand and let him fall asleep.

At the same time, black shadows gradually became real and emerged in this small room. A secret guard in the lead stretched out his hand and handed over a secret order.

Purson took it solemnly, and after reading it, he immediately set it on fire.

The time is tonight!

…

At midnight, on the eastern wall of the royal capital, Ham was standing guard in front of the watchtower with a musket in his hand. Waves of sleepiness kept attacking his brain, making it a little fuzzy.

Although there were shifts every night, and it was even divided into two halves, he was over fifty years old and his energy was not the same as when he was young. He could not hold on after a few hours.

Get some sleep. The enemy won't attack in the middle of the night. Besides, there are other people helping to watch over you. One more or one less won't make much difference.

Such thoughts kept flashing through Ham's mind, but when he thought of his responsibilities, he forced himself to do it again.

Just hold on a little longer, it will be time to change shifts in just a short while...

Hazy and dazed, Ham fell into a state that was half dream and half awake. He vaguely felt that the ground was shaking violently, and the shaking was getting stronger and stronger.

"Wake up everyone, enemy attack!" At this moment, a loud roar came from another lookout tower.

Ham shuddered suddenly and subconsciously placed his musket on the city wall, but it was pitch black in front of him and he could only vaguely see the silhouette of a person in the distance through the fierce bonfire on the lookout tower.

Fortunately, the wizards stationed on the city wall also reacted. Hundreds of dazzling fireballs flew into the sky, and the flames illuminated everything in front.

Ham and the others couldn't help but gasp. In the distance, tens of thousands of enemy troops lined up had crossed the two-kilometer cordon and entered their attack range.

Standing in the front row were priests and bishops dressed in white robes and with solemn expressions. There were more than a thousand of them. They prayed in unison, and the loud hymns could be heard clearly even from two kilometers away.

"Damn it, they are about to launch a general attack!" Sanchez, who was in charge of defense, said with a serious expression.

You have to know that in the battle a few days ago, these priests watched from afar those cannon fodders rushing over to die, but now they actually took action first.

Sanchez immediately realized that this was no small test.

This is... the decisive battle! (End of this chapter)