The victory of a religion in another world is so easy?

Now that the incident has occurred, Rand's purpose is easy to understand: he had previously taken her to experience the resort at the foot of the mountain, and then, under the guise of administrative punishment, made her do voluntary work introducing the facilities to later adventurers.

After getting her to know these adventurers, they accurately guessed her kleptomania and then placed the ruins map in such a conspicuous position in the sacrificial chamber.

And every now and then, in conversations with Ellie and Olena, they would mention that the map of the ruins recorded important treasures from the ruins.

Now things are really different. This does look like a treasure, but Elsa can only handle it temporarily. There will probably be a lot of trouble to come.

That wretched Rand, playing such a trick on me! Don't let Elsa find a chance to actually steal anything!

Rand was suppressing a laugh. He had seen the first event CG, and he knew Elsa's personality inside and out. He could guess what Elsa was thinking about stealing things to get revenge on him.

At this moment, the person beside Rand had changed from Lysa to Olena. She asked with some concern, "Is this really okay? Even though Elsa is only a high-ranking thief, it's still troublesome to have her constantly on someone's mind, isn't it?"

Rand, completely unconcerned, said, "What kind of person do you think Elsa is? Is she the kind of thief with no bottom line? Or a lawless outlaw?"

Olena had spent quite a bit of time with Elsa recently, and after thinking it over carefully, she said uncertainly, "It seems she's a good person?"

Rand nodded. She knew very well that Elsa just liked to steal, but she only liked the process of stealing. Most of the time, she would secretly put the stolen goods back after she succeeded in stealing, unless the person she stole from was a heinous villain.

She actually took the treasure map from the ruins this time because she guessed what Rand meant. She just wanted to compete in terms of methods. Even if she still had designs on her afterward, she wouldn't actually do anything evil.

Seeing that Rand seemed confident and in control, Olena didn't say anything more and went back to work on the documents with Ellie.

Land continued to look down the mountain. The first event of the game "Deep Moon" was the ancient ruins, which consisted of ten levels, each with different treasures and enemies.

Until the very bottom, the ancient forge.

Once the adventurers have cleared all obstacles, Rand will personally lead Ellie and Olena to forge the artifact that belongs to the White King as stipulated in the agreement.

However, before that, after discovering that this place is an adventurer's paradise, the Adventurers' Guild estimates that someone will soon come to him seeking cooperation.

Perhaps soon this place will become the entrance to a dungeon in the game, with adventurers everywhere looking for teammates to explore.

Rand seemed to see wealth rolling in, and with money, he could absorb refugees from the buffer zone and increase the population.

Chapter 59 Bloody Conflict, Morale, and Victory!

The conflict with the mercenary group to which Marquis Greenleaf belongs has been going on from day to night, with both sides suffering some casualties, but the river is still the dividing line, and the two sides are locked in a stalemate.

As expected, a truce was held at night, giving the Tan'er troops a chance to regroup.

Tonight, the messenger from the hideout risked his life to bypass the lines and brought a batch of clean gauze and disinfectant alcohol.

After carefully listening to the messenger's instructions on how to use it, Tanl began distributing it to his men. He also instructed the logistics department to start boiling water, as tomorrow was likely the decisive battle, and he wanted his men to try making some fruit juice.

So that I might die in battle tomorrow and never have the chance to drink the beverage recommended by the Divine Envoy of Land.

Boiling water was also a special requirement of the Rand Divine Envoy's doctrine. The Rand Divine Envoy strictly forbade drinking raw water when there was sufficient fuel. Tanl had heard of the principle, but did not quite understand it.

However, this did not prevent him from obeying the will of the messenger of Rand.

After the water boiled, Tanl began to arrange for the logistics staff to prepare the juice according to the recipe. Fortunately, it was already autumn, and there was still plenty of fruit available.

Once the ingredients are prepared, no special utensils are required; those with bowls take bowls, and those with cups take cups, and the ingredients are distributed to the subordinates.

Tanl didn't discriminate among the soldiers transferred by Earl Black Brown; everyone received a small amount of the mixed juice.

It's no easy feat to win Ellie and Olena's approval with such a flavorful juice.

Ellie, being a blood relative of the White King, has lived a life of luxury since childhood, and Olenna is not from an ordinary family either.

However, they still approved of this kind of flavored juice.

As for these soldiers who were originally just ordinary villagers or ordinary citizens, they have never had the opportunity to taste luxury goods since they were born.

For ordinary people in this era, the most basic necessities for survival—water and food, clothing and firewood—were somewhere between luxuries and everyday necessities.

As for true luxury goods, just hearing about them is already quite an achievement.

After Tanl distributed the juice, the soldiers were somewhat confused, but since their commander had said so, they all took their share. They only began to taste it when Tanl gave the order.

In fact, because the juice was made with freshly boiled hot water, the quality of the fruits varied, and the juicing and preparation skills of the logistics staff were far inferior to those of Rand.

But it is still the best drink these people have ever tasted in their lives.

After tasting it, many people either remained silent, whispered among themselves, or even burst into tears.

Humans have between eight and ten thousand taste buds, and their sense of taste, which had been dulled by coarse food in the past, was finally partially activated.

Tanl sat in front of the campfire, the firelight casting a faint metallic sheen on his silver and black armor. He also poured himself a small glass of mixed juice.

The portion allocated to Rand was actually only enough for a little over a hundred people, but Tanl intended for everyone to have a taste, so the portion for each person was reduced.

It's reduced to half a cup per person, but it's still fine to taste it.

Tanl was also born a commoner, but he was very talented and was discovered by the bishop of the Torch Church at a young age and taken to the headquarters for training. However, as a commoner, he experienced some pain and numbness when he was young.

He later became a paladin of the Torch Church, but never truly experienced luxury.

After silently finishing his drink, Tanl once again opened "Reference for the Use of War Tactics," a strategic booklet written by the Rand envoy that he had memorized thoroughly and thought he would never need to open again.

Turning to the title page, there was the familiar phrase: "The best strategy is to subdue the enemy without fighting; the next best is to subdue them by attacking their alliances; the next best is to subdue them by attacking their army; and the worst is to attack them by besieging their cities." This text was written in a language that Tanl couldn't understand.

In their subsequent correspondence, the messenger from Rand sent a translation of this text, but Tanl could only say that he understood its surface meaning.

But now, he seems to understand some of it.

With clean gauze bandages applied, the mortality rate of the wounded was effectively reduced.

In addition, the juice was served and tasted.

Morale is something that seems invisible and intangible, but Tanl could truly feel the rise in morale at this moment.

"Alright." Tanl ordered his adjutant, "Those on night patrol, continue as usual. The rest of you, rest. Tell them that there will still be plenty of drinks left after we win and return. There will be many more opportunities to enjoy them in the future."

As the night passed, at dawn, the morning light illuminated the stream between the two high slopes. The stream still flowed gently, but because it was covered with pieces of corpses and flesh, even after a night, it was still stained with a bloody hue.

The soil on the high slope was still somewhat flattened by footsteps. Tanl put on his helmet, which was inlaid with a magical ruby, and looked across.

The Greenleaf Marquis mercenary group's camp has sounded the horn, clearly preparing for a general offensive.

The sky was still a clear blue, and the surroundings were lush with green grass. However, due to the standoff between the two sides, there were signs of destruction everywhere, turning what should have been a beautiful natural landscape into one of the grimness and bloodshed of a battlefield.

Tanl picked up his sword, descended the slope, and came to the riverbank.

At this point, the details of command were no longer of much significance. Faced with the mercenaries' all-out attack, Tanl decided to personally confront them alongside his soldiers.

Tanl couldn't understand why the enemy's morale hadn't collapsed despite such bloody attrition.

Although the previous back-and-forth resulted in casualties on both sides, Tanl, as the defender, had the advantage of the river, so his losses were naturally much smaller.

The opposing side lost at least a quarter of its soldiers in this bloody war of attrition, which contradicted the "War Strategy Usage Guide" that Rand had given him, which stated that an army with five percent casualties was likely to collapse.

Their morale is boosted by their faith in the Mother Goddess, Rand's humanistic concern, and the advantage of their terrain. What about the other side?

Is it because if they don't complete the mercenary missions and don't receive their commissions, they and their families will starve to death?

Tanl pulled himself back to reality; he was determined to defeat these people no matter what.

Moreover, he believed that his side would definitely win.

As the horn was blown again and again, its melodious and majestic sound echoed in the sky.

The mercenaries opposite, armed with only the most basic weapons, once again stepped into the cool, blood-tinged stream.

On the opposite bank were a forest of spears; they would need to use their flesh and blood to try and break through this line.

Tanl was also holding a spear at this moment; he didn't intend to be unconventional and take up a sword to fight during positional warfare.

With their commander standing with them, Tan's morale was further boosted.

The meat grinder-like positional warfare is a contest of which side has the highest morale, which side is more afraid of death, and which side collapses first.

As these people walked into the middle of the stream, arrows began to be sparsely thrown at them.

At this point, the arrow reserves were running low, and this was probably the last of the supply. After the archers had finished shooting, they picked up their spears under the command of their squad leaders and joined the battle line.

Soon, the mercenaries from the Green Leaf Marquis's side, who were at the forefront, crossed the stream and faced the forest of spears.

What Tanl and the soldiers around him had to do was simple: keep stabbing the people in front of them. When someone fell, someone else would take their place, until one side of the battle formation completely collapsed.

Chapter 60 This person is incredibly strong just by standing there.

Despite the losses, the enemy still outnumbered their own by more than double. Now that they were all pressing forward, Tanl, standing in the crowd, still felt himself being shaken.

They waded across the water, seemingly becoming one with the stream, washing over their own lines.

Tanl's armor is now dented in many places, and in many others it has been pierced through, leaving wounds on Tanl's towering body.

Tanl's blood was also bright red, but it was much warmer than others.

As the battle intensified, the temperature rose higher and higher.

Tanl is the highest-ranking paladin of the Torch Church. His body has been baptized and is far beyond that of ordinary people. The blood flowing through his veins can even turn into flames.

After the front line was torn apart and the two sides fell into a melee, Tanl drew his two-handed sword from his back and began to fight at close range.

Even the highest-ranking professional risks being killed if facing dozens of soldiers.

Even though the highest-level professionals can no longer be considered mortals, they are still flesh and blood when faced with arrows and spears.

Their bodies are certainly not as strong as metal, they will bleed, and they will die.

However, in the midst of battle, when both sides are caught in a melee and unable to concentrate their fire, the effectiveness of the highest-level professionals becomes amplified.

At least these soldiers would be killed in an instant by Tanl, who was as tall as an iron tower and wore high-grade armor.

As the battle continued, Tanl's silver and black armor was completely stained with blood, and his own blood was already emitting steam as it dripped down.

Some even turned into orange-yellow flames and burned before they even hit the ground.

However, it wasn't particularly noticeable; at least, Tanl himself hadn't noticed it.

Since becoming a high-ranking paladin, he has been sidelined because he has consistently questioned certain doctrines of the Torch Church.

He was well-paid and treated well in every way, but he wasn't given any tasks, which is why he had the idea of ​​going undercover.

Now that he has successfully gone undercover, he is unsure whether he can be considered an undercover agent or not.

Before going undercover, he had never imagined that he would have to fight on the front lines, but if he had to say whether he regretted it, he certainly didn't.

Blood seeped from the wound, flowing along the lines of the armor until it dripped into the stream.

There are nearly two thousand people here bleeding like him.