Silver gives an assessment of the current situation.

Simply put, it is a dragnet.

What Apodel and Miss Imon had said before was absolutely correct. Emiya’s strength was not enough to qualify her to join this battlefield.

The splitting of the blade grants him strength, but does not grant him the vitality of his original owner. He will simply become a sharp but fragile sword.

Moreover, although Pastor Gund of the Silver Shield Family was considered an enemy at this moment, his attitude was clearly wavering.

It is precisely this group of people who form the perimeter of the security perimeter.

Priests are the most alert people in the world, and Silver Shield Mansion is their territory, so they are very familiar with the surrounding terrain.

At this moment, the three of them were hiding at one of Imoen's observation points in Baldur's Gate. This veteran Harper was probably quite wary of a certain faction within the city. This was the bell tower in the upper part of Baldur's Gate, from where they could see most of Silvershield Mansion.

The guests in the front yard of the Silver Shield Mansion had clearly realized the unusual red cloud above their heads and had begun to try to ask the nearby Silver Shield family for permission to meet with the Grand Duke of Silver Shield in the backyard.

Such matters naturally needed to be handed over to the Church, the Council of Four, or the Flaming Fist. With the principals of the former two already at the Silver Shield Mansion, there was no need for them to go far away.

Anta II had hurriedly walked in front of the crowd.

Sig held up a telescope and read his eldest son's lips. "Please be at ease. Lord Adrian and Grand Duke Silver Shield have already begun discussing countermeasures. Please wait a moment! Please trust Silver Shield and Lord Adrian!"

crunch.

Hearing such excuses, Emilia couldn't help but clench her fists.

In this way, the guests in the Baldur's Gate forecourt became virtual hostages.

Now, everything that Grand Duke Silver Shield and the Devil had done was sealed off in the backyard, and the other guests, separated only by a wall, were completely unaware. However, the arquebuses in the backyard were waiting in full force, and anyone who rashly teleported in would be instantly shot to pieces.

If he were to force his way in head-on, he wouldn't only have to face Silver Shield, but also the unsuspecting pastors of other churches...

He had never acted under his true identity in Baldur's Gate and was unable to gain the trust of anyone in Silvershield Mansion.

But, not bad.

Emiya raised her head slightly.

The raindrops began to fall slowly from the sky at some point.

The whirlwind is approaching.

His support has arrived.

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In the front yard of the Silver Shield Mansion, dissatisfaction was slowly turning into noise and anxiety.

Everyone realized that the current situation was very wrong, but those present still had some expectations for the Silver Shield Grand Duke.

The whirlwind from the east of Baldur's Gate is indeed ill-intentioned. If the Grand Duke of Silver Shield does not take action, they will have to return to their own church and prepare for the believers and the church.

At this moment, everyone present raised their heads and looked at the sky in astonishment.

The stagnant red clouds in the sky were slowly moved, weaving into a common language in the dim light and shadow.

"Baldur's Gate funds the Shadow Druids. This is the revenge of the Sharptooth Forest."

After the words became clear, everyone present couldn't help but repeat them again, and then froze in place.

This spell is called Write into the Air, and it can be used by both druids and mages. It is not a very difficult spell in itself.

But the meaning behind it is intriguing.

The visitors present all looked in unison towards the hurricane in the east, then said goodbye to Anta II at the same time and rushed out of Anta's mansion frantically.

The biggest difference between a druid and a cultist is that a cultist knows they are doing something bad, but they are proud of it. A druid is also proud of his cause and feels he is righteous.

When mad, a druid is more dangerous than a cultist!

The most a cultist does is sacrifice and kill people, and there's a certain process involved. When a druid goes crazy, he's just out for the killing itself!

"When the hell did Sharptooth Forest have druids? What's the deal with funding Shadow Druids?"

"Hurry, hurry, contact Cloak Forest! Contact Green Garden and Harper!"

Cloakwood is a forest southwest of Baldur's Gate. The druid circle here has been established for a long time, and its relationship with Baldur's Gate is actually not good either - but at least it has not issued a criminal declaration like the Sharptooth Forest.

The original anniversary celebration could no longer continue. No matter how important the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate's anniversary was, it was not as important as his own church and its followers.

While the front yard was in chaos, the planners in the backyard were also looking at each other in confusion.

The Silver Shield Grand Duke and the Red Robe Mage were now on the same side, collectively attacking Raphael: "The Sharptooth Forest?! Declaring war on Baldur's Gate? What are you doing?!"

Before Raphael could answer, the crackling sound of raindrops had already arrived quietly, falling on their faces without any mercy, as if slapping them in the face.

However, this is just the beginning.

Soon, the people present realized that this whirlwind brought much more than just raindrops.

A light pine cone was thrown a long distance by the rotating hurricane, and finally hit the roof of Silver Shield's main house with wet rain marks.

Such a fruit should not have any effect - but the protective spell of this main house was unfortunately caught up in the red-robed wizard's disintegration spell.

The fruit exploded like a grenade the moment it touched the roof. The destructive flames easily consumed everything in their path, even rocks instantly crumbling before the flames. Shards of the fiery pine cone, shattered and scattered in the flames, crackled and flew everywhere, instantly turning everything into a sea of ​​fire.

“…This power…!”

Silver Shield Grand Duke couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. While calling on other members of the clan to help, he glared at Raphael: "Didn't you say that this couldn't go wrong? This is the Druid's Fire Seeding Technique! And this power was wielded by the Archdruid himself! How could you support an Archdruid to the opposing side?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, another pine cone fell from the sky. A Gond man who was guarding with a gun happened to be standing where the pine cone was going, and his wide-brimmed hat blocked his view.

The power of pine cones was demonstrated in the most cruel way.

The heads of the Gond people turned into ashes almost instantly, and the overflowing high temperature easily ignited the bullet bags on the Gond people's bodies.

Thus, amid the deafening explosions and the crackling sounds of burning, a powerful priest turned into a ball of burning ashes before he could even scream.

“…………” Raphael’s face finally revealed a thoughtful expression at this moment, “I see…I see!”

He walked quickly to Apodel. Even though the druid's sea of ​​fire was falling from the sky, the paladin still sat on the ground.

The devil simply grabbed Apodel by the collar and said, "Those young men who saved the Friendly Arm went to the Sharptooth Forest... I don't know how they did it, but they defeated Korhal! And, let me guess, they are in Baldur's Gate right now... That little paladin named Mars is your student, right? Even the mess Baldur's Gate is in now is because of them..."

"right!"

Apodale breathed heavily: "That's not necessarily true."

"It may not be just Baldur's Gate that is disrupted by them."

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"…not just Baldur's Gate?"

Raphael's eyebrows frowned, he gritted his teeth and loosened his hand.

Since those little brats who haven't even grown all their hair dared to come, their next target would naturally be the devil's entire plan.

"You mean they can ruin our plan? They might succeed once or twice with luck, but I don't believe a few mortals who are only half your age can have any substantial impact on our plan!"

Apodel's face twitched slightly in pain, but he forced himself to maintain his tone. "I really envy your mentality. You can actually be so confident even in a low-level battlefield like Blood Battle..."

"Back when I was bathing in blood at the ruins of Halruaa, even if I went out to bask in the sun, I would see a Sel mage who could enslave a Pit Fiend."

At this point, Apodel coughed, glanced at the red-robed wizard Nickman, who was about to laugh, and said slowly, "Of course, you have made progress now and are qualified to cooperate with a marginal figure like Nickman who has been effectively exiled. Do you need the praise of a paladin?"

The damage caused by the druid's fire spell is still spreading.

The tiny pine cones were merely materials needed for the spell, and its true power came from nature and the magic web. Therefore, a tiny pine cone could easily burn through a dragon's body, let alone a house?

The walls are collapsing in the heat, and the ceiling is eagerly spreading its enthusiasm to every corner.

The screams of his family members were rapidly spreading throughout the main house—it was obvious that Grand Duke Silver Shield had not evacuated his family in advance. After all, the profession of Paladin was not known for its heavy damage, and according to the original plan, this ambush should have ended long ago.

Likewise, although church pastors are by no means a group known for their fear of death, it is impossible for them not to be alarmed by a completely unexpected death threat.

Grand Duke Silver Shield was silent for a moment, then immediately shouted, "Collect the body! After this is all over, I will ask my Lord to resurrect him!"

Meanwhile, Nickman, standing by, raised his eyebrows and shouted in discontent, "Raphael, I question the completeness of your plan... I don't care what kind of ruins Baldur's Gate becomes, but when will Apodel be completely transformed?"

As he spoke, he pointed his staff made of long bones at the old paladin: "I'll say it again. I don't care what you want from him, but he must die! If you can't guarantee this, then I won't tolerate you any longer!"

"...My simulacrum is destroyed... No, it's dispelled! Damn it."

"If you dare to do anything to him here, we will not hesitate to retaliate!" Raphael roared. "Now the only remaining sons of Baal are Apodel and the Grand Duchess. If Apodel dies here, Baal will be resurrected in the Grand Duchess's Mage Tower! Baal resurrected in this way will be very weak and will be destroyed instantly by the Grand Duchess's Mage Tower. Then Baal will return to the Kingdom of God and be resurrected again in a few days, free from everyone's control!"

"Then we would be paving the way for Baal's resurrection! We will never allow that!"

Raphael spoke sternly, and Nickman showed no sign of weakness: "Then solve the problem! Either you go blow up the Witch Grocery Store now, or use your omniscient and unique power to do more!"

No matter which one, it is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Raphael was silent for a moment, then said, "Then how about we take Apodel to Little Calinshan?"

They originally chose to place the battlefield at the Silver Shield Mansion for two ulterior motives.

One was to let the Grand Duke of Silver Shield, who had always been friendly, come forward to make Apodile Adrian relax his vigilance and make him willing to come alone - if it were a different place, perhaps Apodile would refuse to go without hesitation.

Secondly, this was the Silver Shield family's inner sanctum, where a considerable number of innocent servants, young and old, lay helpless. Choosing this as the likely battlefield would inevitably involve these weaklings. It would be difficult for those on the good side to attack those defenseless.

But they never expected the druid to choose to stand against them! Thus, the situation suddenly reversed. The Silver Shield Mansion actually diverted the Silver Shield family's attention to a considerable degree. No matter how much the demon threatened, the Silver Shield family would never prioritize the demon's affairs over their own children.

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Priests aren't really that good at putting out fires...creating cold and manipulating the elements are the specialties of mages and druids. Priests excel at resisting the effects of fire.

The fire created by the druids quickly attracted the attention of more and more priests.

Silver Shield House was located close to the western side of Baldur's Gate's Upper City wall. Due to the Grand Duke's authority, this section of the wall was actually controlled by the Silver Shield family.

However, due to the fire, these Silver Shields were the closest group to the mansion. Many of them had family members living there. Upon hearing faint screams from within, they almost immediately rushed down the wall, without looking back, towards the fire scene.

The remaining guards could only look at the empty city walls and look at each other in confusion.

So much so that the slight commotion on the north side of their defensive position was not immediately noticed.

The Silver Shield Mansion fell into chaos, and the people around Apodale were hesitant.

And this is exactly the opportunity that Emiya and his group have been waiting for.

[Emmya, hurry up! They're taking Apodel to Little Calimshan!]

Imoen's message was filled with uncontrollable anxiety: "I don't have a handle on little Calinsan. If they take Apodel away from the Silver Shield family, it'll be troublesome!"

Emiya and his group did not choose to go through the front door at this moment. Instead, they were on the wall of Baldur's Gate and used the portal to go around to the back of Silver Shield Mansion.

The city wall north of the Silver Shield Mansion happened to be the Watchers' defense zone. Having been incorporated into the Flaming Fist's ranks and receiving orders from the Flaming Fist, they had already completely cleared out the Silver Shield family.

Acting from here, there is no need to worry even if something unexpected happens.

For Emiya, it would be a very troublesome situation if the devil suddenly chose to change the battlefield.

If you can separate others, why do you have to attack them when they are fully alert and huddled together?

Then, we need to make the people in the Silver Shield Mansion realize that little Karinshan is not safe.

"...Huh." Emiya didn't hesitate and sent a request to his last reinforcement, "Sir Karkoros, have you reached the Amnesia Mountain I mentioned?"

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"We're here. I knew this mountain existed. I used to think they were playing a trick on me." Karkoros stood atop the mountain, looking down at little Calinshan in the distance, and snorted coldly.

It's strange to say, but Karkoros, who has always maintained a constant mental shield, can of course ignore the influence of the mountain and know the existence of this mountain.

However, because this mountain was ignored by all the Flaming Fist mercenaries, Karkoros had never encountered an opportunity to formally discuss its existence. So much so that on the few occasions he encountered it, Karkoros had even thought it was some kind of mysterious folk custom.

Karkoros was more fond of arcane battles and was not very interested in this kind of magic. In addition, as the only mage of the Flame Fist, he was quite busy with his affairs, so he had not paid much attention to it for many years.

However, this is fine.

Karkoros shrugged—

Such a mountain that has been forgotten by everyone is the perfect place to be used as a fort.

He held out his finger.

This Amnesia Mountain was even higher than the red clouds. Standing on the top of the mountain, Karkoros could even smell the thick odor of sulfur in the clouds.

However, opaque clouds do not prevent a Grand Mage from remotely locking onto a fixed landmark.

"The lower plane," he whispered. "We'll have to blast the demons out of there first."

The range of a mage's spells is generally not very far. Many spells cannot even compare to the range of an archer.

However, there are a few exceptions.

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