Quadruple split.

Chapter 793 Talking on paper (22)

Dead?Who is dead?
The high-ranking priest Carter was taken aback immediately, and looked stupidly at Lamoloch, who had a mocking smile on his lips.

"Don't worry, I'll just say it casually and keep reading."

The latter didn't seem to have any intention of explaining. He just stretched out his index finger and swipe across the table, distorting it into a topographical map with some unknown force.

A sand table is exactly the same as the sand table in the command room on the main peak of Sumir, except that the distribution of troops on the Sumir side is not marked, and the topographic map is even more detailed!
"Yes, my lord."

The high-ranking priest Card decided to concentrate, and then continued to read: "According to reliable information, the leader of the attacking force, High Priest Lucius Lestrange, discovered that the unknown The source is the mountainside on the east side of the main peak of Sumir. According to the feedback of a scout with aerial reconnaissance capabilities, there seems to be a highly suspected joint expeditionary force of the Holy Church stationed there. The number of people is about [-]. Knights and chaplains."

Lamoloch, who closed his eyes as if he was taking a nap, nodded slightly, and confirmed softly, "About a thousand people?"

"Yes, my lord, at least it says there are about a thousand people."

Carter glanced at the parchment in his hand again, and said sternly: "Furthermore, as confirmed by High Bishop Lucius, there are at least members of the Sun and Dawn sects in that team, and at least one epic priest is among them. "

Lamoloch had just added a touch of gold to the logo with the cursive words 'Sumir Main Peak' on the upper left corner of the desktop, but he narrowed his eyes thoughtfully when he heard this: "How did you get this news? "

"Well"

Carter looked down at the information in his hand, and after searching for a long time, he said slowly: "It seems that because the scout was shot down by a [Light Arrow] without any resistance from a hundred meters away, so after Lu According to the judgment of the high-ranking bishop of Hughes, the one who can achieve this level must at least be an epic clergyman."

"Concentrating light arrow?"

Lamoloch bent his fingers and raised his glasses, and it took only a second to remember all the information about this skill, and then he muttered: "It is possible to accurately lock and shoot down a high-level monster through this lowest-level basic magic technique." The knight, and there is still a distance of hundreds of meters in the middle, if he can really do this, why didn't he just immediately use [Holy Words·Light Waterfall] or [Sword of Holy Judgment] to kill the scout directly? ?”

Carter didn't answer the conversation. He knew very well that what Lameloch said just now, which seemed to be a question, had nothing to do with him. It is not good to give an answer that does not know the so-called.

Sure enough, after a few seconds, Lameloch suddenly laughed, raised his head and winked at Carter: "I think of the answer, how about you?"

"Subordinates are dull."

Carter gave a pertinent answer without hesitation. After all, in the field of strategy, he stood in front of Lamerlock, but he could bear the word "stupid".

"Actually, as long as we think about it from another angle, change 'the person who can knock down the scout like this must be an epic cleric' to 'why the epic cleric would keep the scout alive', the question immediately becomes simple and clear."

Lamoloch tapped lightly on the top left corner of the table representing the 'Sumir Main Peak', and said with a chuckle, "There are three possibilities. First, the person who shot down our scout was not an Epic Rank, or even It may not be a cleric of the Aurora Sect, the unfortunate air crash was just an accident, accounting for [-]%; secondly, the epic clergyman of the Aurora Sect wanted to keep the scout alive for some reason, so he deliberately showed mercy , accounting for [-]%, as for the third."

He let it go, and looked up at Carter with a smile: "What do you think?"

Carter didn't directly say that he was stupid this time, but said uncertainly after pondering for a moment: "Could it be that the scout's information is wrong?"

"A beautiful answer."

Lamelock nodded slightly, and looked at the other party with a half-smile: "You are very smart, Carter, and you also know how to use this intelligence to please others. This has nothing to do with the word 'stupid'.'"

Carter immediately shook his head with some trepidation: "You are too good, my lord."

"Oh, you say yes."

Lamoloch didn't insist on praising the other party, but just shifted his gaze to the topographic map beside him, chuckled and said, "By the way, I didn't say you guessed it right."

Carter froze for a moment, then put on a look of listening attentively, and looked at Lameloch respectfully.

"Actually, I am more inclined to the conjecture that 'the scout's intelligence is wrong'."

Lamoloch tapped lightly on the location of Sumir's main peak, and playfully expressed his third conjecture: "The scout itself has a problem, a very big problem, and this possibility accounts for [-]%."

"There is a problem with the scout itself?!"

Carter, who never thought of this possibility, widened his eyes and stared at Lamerlock dumbfounded: "However, my lord."

"Of course it is, my dear Carter."

Lamoloch interrupted him gently, and said leisurely: "It is true that in most cases, everyone including you will unconditionally believe in our 'Lord' after the first 'baptism', no matter how much you have in mind. Selfishness, and will never commit any act of betrayal, and since that scout can be accepted into the main line of the attacking force where Lucius Lestrange belongs, at worst he must be a baptized quasi-religious believer, so it stands to reason The chances of him turning his back on our Lord are low."

Carter listened to Lamoloch's almost blasphemous exposition, and whispered while sweating wildly: "Then why did you say that, my lord?"

"Because the vast majority of cases is not 'everything', and the probability is very low is not 'zero chance.'"

Lamoloch shrugged, and then raised his finger to himself: "For example, outsiders like me will not be interfered with by any form of thinking, and some people who are born with a strong will can also to a certain extent Resist this kind of "tampering of three views", such as Tom Lestrange, who can't even be controlled by Archbishop Eden. back."

"Big, my lord."

The high-ranking bishop Carter, whose back was almost drenched in cold sweat, swallowed hard, and said dryly, "Who are the 'outsiders' you mentioned?"

"Stop pretending."

Lamoloch waved his hand impatiently, and said indifferently: "I don't believe that the person who sent you to assist, monitor and investigate me will hide this matter, so it's better to just make this part clear, so that everyone Can be a little easier, or say."

He opened his eyes that were always narrowed into two crescent moons, and the undisguised brutal desire in his eyes that made Carter's legs weak was as calm and violent as the bottom of the deep sea.

"You intend to insist that you know nothing about my situation?"

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A few seconds later, Carter, who saw himself drowned in the sea of ​​blood in a trance, suddenly woke up, and said in a trembling voice, "I'm sorry, Lord Lamorocco."

"You don't have to feel sorry, after all, this level of deception doesn't make me unhappy."

Lamoloch waved his hand, indicating that Carter can relax a bit, and said lightly: "Now let's continue the game on paper, and analyze the speculation that I personally think has at least [-]% probability, that is, the epic-level strongman The reason why the scout deliberately left the scout alive~"

Carter looked at Lamerlock in a daze, and couldn't help asking: "But my lord, didn't you just say that there might be something wrong with that scout?"

"Yeah, there is a one-tenth probability that something is wrong."

Lamoloch raised his eyebrows indifferently, and said in a calm tone: "If I were the commander of the mountain attacking force in the Northeast Diocese, I would naturally dispose of all the information that the scout had investigated. Or use him to make some targeted arrangements, but the problem is that Lucius Lestrange is not Lamorlock, so we can put the whole problem on hold for a while and concentrate on considering those more likely speculations."

Carter shivered, and couldn't help thinking of the days when he and the man in front of him were in the northern border of the Griffin Dynasty
When this gentle-looking man appears on the battlefield, no matter what position he is in, whether he is commanding a soldier or an army, everything will dance under his baton that is as sharp as a sword , The blood and wailing will be carefully woven into vicious notes one by one, composing a symphony called "Victory", resounding on the earth piled up with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

He might nibble away at everything outside the enemy's field of vision, and show his fangs at a certain ordinary moment, and send those who have already been marked with death to where they should go.

He might pull the tempo to the extreme at the very beginning, singing despair loudly with a series of cold orders, crushing everything that dares to stand in front of him, until the last poor man who dares to raise his weapon to resist penetrates into the earth.

He will even use a technique called "Ling Chi" to play tricks on his opponents, relying on his calculation that he will always be one step ahead of the opponent to firmly pin the enemy in one place, and then weave vicious traps one after another, using hope as bait , Countless times, those enemies who told themselves that they would be able to escape if they insisted on a little longer were wiped out, and after the latter lost their fighting spirit and even knelt down and surrendered, they did not hesitate to issue a lore order.

He is the last person in this world who should not appear on the battlefield, and he is also the most suitable person in this world to appear on the battlefield.

Carter has heard many theories similar to "kindness does not hold soldiers" a long time ago, but he can swear on his own soul that the man named Lamerlock in front of him is by no means as simple as "unkindness". In fact, Those cruel orders that are enough to crush anyone's bottom line, those cold decisions that have no meaning other than pain and despair, and those simple and effective but unreasonable killings are simply Lamoloch's deliberate efforts to please himself. induced results.

Whether it's the enemy or his own people, in fact, that polite demon doesn't care at all, all he wants is the pain of his own kind.

Because his bottom line is 'victory', he has never failed, which is why the Theocracy values ​​him so much.

But behind the series of miraculous and unimaginable victories, there are bloody answer sheets that are so dazzling that even Archbishop Moon Shadow dare not open them easily.

For the core members of the Southeast Diocese, every appointment of this divinely favored person is a deal with the devil, and it is completely impossible to measure whether it is a deal that gains more or loses more.

If the Griffin Dynasty really set off a war as Lamolock had expected, a war that could sweep across the entire southeastern continent, would the Presbyterian Council headed by Archbishop Moonshadow still hold back from using Lamolock like it is now?
The answer is probably no
The high-ranking priest Carter, who fell into extreme panic just because of Lamerlock's casual words, tensed up nervously, frightened by his crazy guess just now.

And Lamerlock didn't seem to notice Carter's fear, of course, he may have noticed it but didn't care, he just continued after a short pause: "Then, suppose the enemy deliberately left that scout alive , What is their purpose? This is also not a complicated issue, combined with that report, I can conclude with [-]% certainty that what the other party wants to achieve is nothing more than the word 'deterrence'."

"deterrence?"

Carter, who had finally returned to his soul, frowned, trying to keep up with Lamerlock's rhythm.

"That's right, it's deterrence."

The latter nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "The content of the scout report is that a large number of fighters under the command of the Holy Cult have appeared on the main peak of Sumir, and this is what they need to let Lord Lucius see. It is a deterrent, especially for those who are cautious and afraid of losing money."

Carter thought over Lamelock's words over and over again, and seemed to have a clear understanding, but he didn't fully understand it.

"Hehe, what a good move. If the commander of the opponent made this plan with reference to the Northeast Diocese's combat policy during this period, then this move is really wonderful, but...the opportunity...the opportunity What is it?"

Lamoloch stood up excitedly, put his hands on the table in front of him, stared intently at the map in front of him, and muttered
"It is very difficult for the Holy Church Alliance to transfer a large number of troops in a short period of time. Even if it is a thousand people, it is not easy to go around the main peak of Sumir through the monitoring range of the Northeast Diocese."

"Three dots. Three dots. Unrealistic. Does that mean it's fake?"

"What's the reason? If it's intentional, what's their reason for doing it?"

"Wait a minute, this terrain, if you draw a slash... such as through some clever means."

"A perfect split, but it requires a prerequisite. That guy is definitely not a reckless person. He can't do something with such a huge risk, so..."

"The key element, what prompted him to make up his mind, what made him suddenly confident, Holy Church Union? No, no, they should be the party that is about to be involved, so it can only be"

"Oh, it's obvious."

Lamoloch's right hand lightly pressed the position marked 'Churching Snow Peak' on the topographic map, he suddenly looked up at Carter, and smiled triumphantly: "This is it."

"what?"

"Reinforcements from the Northeast Parish have been spotted!"

Chapter [-]: End

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