The road looks difficult, but the victory of the God of Justice is the reason why we move, our people are pure, is one of the few in the entire continent that embraced as a single faith the supreme lord of the paladins, all the beliefs of the High Priest, those who preceded him and the people who have good relations with our people will be demonstrated here, We are dressed for the occasion, clothes of enchanted silk thread that resists stabbing wounds better than leather armor, not to mention its great magical resistance, but just in case something is missing, we are accompanied by the mass of brainless flesh that are the paladins.

The road is not long, on horseback we should not travel more than six days, changing horses so as not to burst them, however, when traveling with these brutes we end up doing the whole journey on foot, they know how to ride horses, they just prefer to temper their character before the adversity of distant routes, facing all the enemies that appear, even those that are not real enemies, such as the brothel cities. The pink city, located two days travel from our village, never represented a threat, every time we could we sent priests to try to convert them to a less rampant belief, but the city is huge, adapted to live all the experiences, our priests return happy but without having converted anyone, that does not worry our guild, we do it as a reward, so we prevent fanatical warriors go and destroy everything.

I am the warrior priest, that puts me at the level of the high priest without the legal attributions, I lead this platoon looking for evil, but I also do it to protect our armed wing, if they die we would be just a group of mages (the high priest calls us clerics but I know we have the same principles of magic) they are the terror of all mercenary groups more than two hundred km around, they go to battle like any berseker, The thick armor and the shields make them able to resist many attacks, but the most reckless of them is the faith, their famous temper is an ability to believe that they themselves possess some sort of sacred power that allows them to resist pain and even heal their wounds, at the same time they believe that by claiming they can increase their resistance to fatigue and even create some shields to protect themselves from physical damage. ... none of this is true.

As we were about to send another group of newcomers to Pink City, we received a message from a sister city, a letter sealed with the seal of the elves of Bloody Coin, a letter of such importance that the High Priest decided to read it publicly within our guild:

"Good day, brothers of the light:

I am sorry to come to you when you are fighting sin so effectively, but it is a matter of extreme importance, the Alcazar, which is located near our city and the sister city of Storm Hammer, has been taken over by an enemy of great power, a sign of which are its terrible forests of evil mushrooms that have corrupted the beautiful creatures that lived there, Among them are some defenseless forest elves who have abandoned their customs and lost all contact with the elven sensibility, they call themselves dark elves, but that is not the worrying thing, our forces are already working to eliminate these elven aberrations of our species, but the first attack we made had a strange consequence.

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Our armies are strong, but the party we sent (which could normally take out up to 30 people with ease) was defeated by a force we can only call evil, we suspect a black cloaked wizard or something much worse, given the nature of this problem we have asked for help from your army of holy warriors to help contain this dark magic while we take out those who have strayed from the good path.

Offering money to the lords of light is ridiculous, but I hope you will use the gift we have enclosed to continue the fight against evil, if you accept this mission go to the city of Bloody Coin from the prairie, there I will send you a message three days after you leave, if the message reaches your people I will know that you have refused my request for help, I would regret it very much because being great men of duty would help us greatly.

Sincerely yours:

Crimson Dawn.

King of the Elves "

While the letter was being read I could feel the warriors tense up their muscles, this is a feat, many of them have been waiting for this in small towns like this, the surprise was when a wagon arrived, it was protected by a retinue of mercenaries, they lowered some chests and left, the high priest opened these chests and took a silent step back, when I saw the contents I also took a step back.

Maces, axes, morning star in one of the chests, all of pure iron, the other chest contained rods and sticks of sacred wood with magnifying stones, all together should be enough to buy two or three villages without problems, when I saw the high priest I understood that we had problems, most of the warriors in droves selected weapons and were already testing them while thanking God, That night we talked privately, I agreed to take all the priests and healers with us, we cannot allow our warriors to die while they do not realize it, we must heal them even if they do not realize it, even if it means dying.

We are three days away from the rendezvous point, suddenly a reddish speck of light, like an ember or burning ash in the sky, quickly approaches my direction, before arriving in front of me it changes into a very weak skeletal bird, with much effort I recognize it as a phoenix, from its leg hangs a message tube, but before I can remove it the body of the bird begins to crumble, by the time my hand reaches the space where there was only the message and a feather, it fades away, I did not like this at all, even if the bird in question is not sacred, if it is a magical creature that does not attack without provocation and even if it only wants to be left alone, it is a bad omen, no one should kill a phoenix just for its utility, the note is a bit strange, it says that about three kilometers from the forest of the Zetas a dark champion has taken refuge that must be defeated before facing the wizard of the black cloak. ... it smells like a trap to me, but the warriors, despite their fanatical state, know how to read and add one plus one, they will read the message and then we will go, even if they kill us on the way.