The soldier withdrew his sword, and the monster's blood flowed on the ground, staining the ground red, and then seeping into the dirt again.

The priests are numb, they are all Imperials, and in them, no one else will eat the flesh of monsters unless they are really cornered on the border, and there are also many human towns on the border of the Northern Black Forest, where children need to learn how to distinguish monsters from other creatures from an early age, even the children of noble families.

But here, it's a different story.

Most of the civilians of the Windbreakers, especially the one called Overwatch, have eaten the flesh of monsters, and due to the influence of the Black Forest, the beasts of the Windwinds have a high chance of mutating into monsters.

The people of the aristocratic family did not eat much, but the commoners did not eat much.

The soldiers guarding them looked like ordinary humans, but they all possessed some 'bloodlines' in their bodies that they had never heard of—bloodlines created by benign mutations, which were somewhat different from what the average person knew.

However, such a bloodline is just as powerful, just three soldiers can easily deal with a powerful monster, and even if they haven't been injured at all.

The priests had heard from adventurers that Duke Black Dragon had led an army of five or six knights and more than three hundred soldiers to repel an invasion of the Abyss - they had thought it was nonsense, but now they could almost confirm that those adventurers were telling the truth.

"Since you're so powerful, why don't you clean up your territory......"

Seeing this scene, a young priest couldn't help but speak: "But let these monsters and beasts roam in the territory and harm the civilians?

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that the soldiers were looking at her with a very strange look, as if they were looking at some exotic beast.

Such a look angered her even more, and the young priest clenched her fists and said angrily, "Isn't what I said wrong?"

Knight Suman, who was also a woman, sighed and couldn't help but say, "That's not the case, Miss Priest. We won't waste our strength on such indifferent things, because with this level of monsters, the militia in the village can deal with it, and we don't need to do anything at all. ”

She looked at the young priest with a look that looked at the people in the city, and said with pity: "Miss Pastor, the Sorrowful Wind Leader is not an empire, our situation here is different from yours, the Sad Wind Leader has collapsed several times, and the old duke has led us out of the predicament several times, we are different here and you-"

"Please don't compare the Grim Wind Leader to your empire!"

There was immense pride in the words of the Suman knights, and many of the priests were stunned.

The not-so-beautiful but heroic female knight narrowed her narrow eyes, and her words revealed pride, and her eyes revealed disdain, as if the thousand-year-old O'Gordon Empire was not worth mentioning in her eyes!

The young priest blushed, but as a priest and a servant of the God of Radiance, she could not have the slightest gloom in her heart, so even if she felt ashamed, she could not refute the female knight, because what the female knight said was true.

This Suman knight, the knight of the Sorrowful Wind Leader, does have the qualifications to look down on the Empire!

The priests have never understood why a small duke can have so many extraordinary knights, and they don't know why they eat monster meat.

In the eyes of the priests, these people of the Sorrowful Wind are too strange.

After walking for a long time, a gray-white 'stone path' appeared in the eyes of the group, and the clergy couldn't help but wonder when they saw this path.

"W-what is this?" a paladin stepped on his feet and found that the stone, while not very hard, was not so easy to break.

Looking along this path, they saw the black line in the distance—the knight of the Sorrowful Wind Leader said that it was Wende City.

"This is the concrete road ......"

Cervantes glanced at the paladin with pity with the eyes of a hillbilly and sighed, "Almost half of the cities on the Mendez continent have begun to pave this kind of pavement, and the production method is still passed down from our Sorrowful Wind Leader. ”

The paladin looked at the black dragon for a few moments, then lowered his head with a red face.

He was from Moro, but he didn't even know anything like that...... So the church just let them learn this?

But what's the use of all this?

Is there any use in laying the roads outside the city?

The clergy didn't quite understand, but Bishop Pelonandi felt he had guessed one or two.

Roads are meant to connect two places, but can a smooth road shorten the distance between the two places? No, no!

But a smooth road allowed Bishop Pelonandi to see the order of the Sadwind Leader, which was also impossible to do in Moro.

If you only look at the 'road', this Storm Leader may be more developed than Lolandal, and this wide, straight and smooth road seems to symbolize the goal of their trip.

Pelonandi turned her head to look at the young people, except for herself, the church sent them this time were humble young people, who were more receptive to new ideas and new knowledge than old people like him.

He had already heard that the Sadwinds were more advanced than Lorandal in some respects, and he had been a little unconcerned, thinking that the Church had sent them just to let them learn how to build a school, and he had wondered why his team was full of young people, and if he was to learn to build a school, wouldn't it be better to send some more calm priests or priests?

But now he understands!

I am afraid that these people will have to stay in this sad wind for some time, for there must be much for them to learn.

Seeing the cement road, you can basically confirm that it is not far from Wende City, although there is a saying that 'Wangshan runs a dead horse', but the city wall of Wende City is not a few hundred meters high, and the speed of the team walking is not slow, and after about three hours, the team finally arrived at Wende City.

When they saw that the city wall finally appeared completely in front of their eyes, the priests breathed a sigh of relief.

Bishop Pelonandi was very old, so Knight Rodrigo gave up his horse to the bishop.

Bishop Pelonandi was not tired, but the young people in the study group were exhausted.

The young people living in Lolandal were pampered, and as clergy serving the god of radiance, their status was very high, where had they ever tried to travel long distances in the wilderness for days?

The people of the Grim Wind Leader have long since adapted to the environment here, but they can't, even the paladins are tired enough.

On the way, they also met the caravan bound for Overwatch, and they were just as surprised by the fact that the black dragon was so popular, as were the merchants and adventurers who came to the Windbreak for the first time.

Although they were a little accustomed to this black dragon with little arrogance, as a lord of a territory, as a duke, was he so kind to everyone?

Isn't he a black dragon?!

The young people's cognition was shocked, and they couldn't imagine that a black dragon could be very popular with humans—the fact that a black dragon could become a lord of a territory was amazing enough.

This surprise came to a head when they saw all the city guards slapping their chests on the black dragon in respect.

After the surprise, someone also noticed something.

The gate of Wende City in front of them was not a fence-type iron gate that could be put down, but a double door!

Those who observed carefully noticed that there was a row of wheels under the door panel, and a layer of iron sheet was attached to the heavy wooden door panel, and a row of wheels were installed under the door panel, so that it could have enough protection and at the same time be easier to open and close.

Such a design and a gate that requires a noose to be lowered or pulled up can only be said to be good in each way, but in this regard, it is enough to open the eyes of these young people.

This design idea was something they had never thought of!

"Is this the Sadwind?" muttered a priest standing in front of the gate, looking up at the thick gate.