Keir frowned and looked at the huge flames burning in the sky, while in his narration, several young male refugees drenched in clear water were picking up the hands and feet of the dead robbers in groups of two, carrying the high-temperature flames of the fire , After approaching quickly, he swung his hands vigorously, throwing the corpses of the bandits into the fire.
In just a few seconds, the wet water droplets on their bodies will quickly evaporate into water vapor and dry up. After returning as soon as possible, let the companions relay and pour the stream water on them vigorously.
Even though Kiel is more resistant to heat, he can't get too close to the fire. He stands near the fire, just as an insurance, and directly throws the corpses that are not thrown into the fire with a full-metal spear and throws them into the fire. Do a leak-checking job.
Not far away, Priest Batar was leading the believers to pray facing the smoky fire.
It's not something like going to bliss, but just using words like prayers to cheer up all the young refugees. After all, the bodies burned at this time were bandits. So many people died last night, and the refugees didn't have a good look at the bandits. At this time, it is a good time to accept and recognize each other.
Everyone cursed a few bandits together, and the relationship between them naturally became closer, and Priest Batar stood in front of the people and rebuked the bandits for their crimes, which would also greatly increase his status among the refugee group.
This is what he is best at for Priest Lothar Batar, who has been carrying out church activities in the village for the past few years.
Except for the first generation of migrants from the empire, most of the migrants from other countries and the descendants of the imperial migrants do not have much quality and civilization. Because of backward production and culture in rural areas, the villagers in various villages, The actual quality can't say how good it is.
Everyone tends to haggle over every detail, but because they all belong to the same village, internal disputes tend to be more relaxed. But when facing outsiders, they will be different again. This point, the priest Batar who first came to Changmai Village to preach in the village had a lot of experience.
The simplicity and stupidity, unity and exclusion of the villagers in the village made him suffer a lot.
Of course, later, relying on the knowledge taught by the church, he quickly mastered the 'correct way' to deal with the villagers.
That is, persuade them verbally.
Many people have lived and grown up in the village since they were born, and they have very little knowledge. A trip to a nearby town is the biggest personal talking point in a year or two. Therefore, in the face of young priests who have been trained by the church since childhood, no matter how hard they struggle with words, they cannot speak up to the priest himself.
The dumb-mouthed villagers often had no choice but to sit on the ground angrily during the debate, covering their ears with their hands, trying to face the eloquent priest Batar in this way.
And the villagers who can speak a little can only use limited vocabulary and imagination to express their opinions monotonously, and then they are verbally defeated by the priest.
Relying on one mouth, Priest Batar won over the believers who believed in the God of Saturn one by one, and he truly realized the limitation of a single person's power.
It is difficult for him to build the Saturnalia Church alone, but the believers can do it together. You move the bricks and I build the tiles, and you move the pillars and I support them.
At this moment, looking at the pair of eyes looking at him, Priest Batar thought of the familiar villagers and believers who were taken away.
His eyes were filled with tears again, so he had no choice but to turn his head to look at the raging flames, then pretended to be irritated by the flames, and then carefully tried to remove the tears from his eyes with the sleeve of his robe.
"Let the last traces of these bandits in the world perish. No one will remember them. Their ashes will be scattered in the rivers and mixed in the soil. And our friends and companions who have passed away will be long remembered by us, Their souls will also go where they should go, sharing endless peace and prosperity. We will each grab a handful of their ashes, take them to a distant place, and move forward with us."
On one side of the fire were the corpses of the bandits, while on the other side of the fire were simultaneously burning the bodies of the young refugees who died last night. They were male and female, some were injured to death by the bandits' sudden attack, and some were unfortunately killed during the heroic battle.
The young man who threw his companion's corpse here was much more cautious in his actions, and there was no need for Kiel to repeatedly pick the corpse into the huge fire.
Not only the corpses are constantly thrown in, but also the firewood that has been cut into small knots is also thrown in by the people around to increase the fire. After all, there is a lot of water in the human body, and neither bandits nor refugees are wealthy people who can accumulate much fat.
The only people who were farthest from the scene and didn't care about it were the businessmen and women who were rescued from the robbers.
Because of the weird shimmering food in the hands of the refugees, it seems that they can't finish it, these people gather around their iron pots and fires, and they have been cooking pot after pot of wheat since dawn. Porridge.
The first pot at the beginning was cooked by the old businessman himself. It is naturally thick and thin, and the fragrance is overflowing. The next few pots were handed over by the old businessman to the young man he had been taking care of for cooking.
The young man who was taught by hand, carefully followed the steps taught by the old man, boiled pot after pot of wheat porridge, and filled it with other people who had been imprisoned by bandits for a long time.
It seemed that they were all tortured by hunger for a long time. No matter how many pots of delicious wheat porridge the young man made, the others could drink one bowl after another, and drank them all.
They are not short of wheat grains for making porridge, and if they ask for it from any refugee near the fire, the other party will give them handfuls of plump wheat grains.
And because of the difference in their identities, the young refugees who used to be farmers in the village often smiled at the corners of their mouths when they gave the grains of wheat to the hungry rescued businessmen with happy and even proud expressions. Emotions do this one thing.
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In the open space by the side of the commercial road, the rescued people who were far away from the fire were the first to discover a donkey cart approaching.
The businessman, who only cared about filling his stomach and would never be able to fill his stomach, didn't care about a donkey cart coming from nowhere at first. Only the old businessman knew something was wrong when he saw it.
No one dared to cross here with a donkey cart that couldn't run fast on this commercial road where bandits frequently ravaged. It's not the refugees from all over the world with nothing in their bodies, nor is it a businessman who is extremely stupid.
The old businessman, who noticed something was wrong with his experience, stood up suddenly and carefully looked at the donkey cart approaching from the west.
The young knights and young refugees dealt a major blow to the bandits, or what happened last night. How did the direction of the Baishi city wall checkpoint know about this?
When the old man saw strangely dressed church priests on the simple donkey cart, even he frowned, not knowing the purpose of the visitors. (The old businessman has never seen the divine power robe with divine power protection from the Church of the God of the Dead. This kind of protective robe is different from the robes of ordinary priests in terms of image and material. He can't recognize it.)
Ms. Feneya noticed the old businessman standing up suddenly, so she turned her head in the direction the other party was looking at, and then noticed a donkey cart and several priests in strange clothes on it.
Moreover, she saw one of them sitting in the front, when the donkey cart was far away from them, he took out a bright sphere the size of a human head from behind.
She was instantly fascinated by that beautiful thing, and she swore that it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her life.
Full sphere, clear crystal or glass spherical shell? And inside are colorful glowing gemstones, far more colorful than the most beautiful bouquet she has ever seen.
Not to mention that compared to flowers, they are gemstones that can shine.
‘My God, how much is this thing worth? '
This was her next most important thought.
The old businessman frowned tightly. Although he didn't know the Orb of Refusal held in his arms by the leading priest, the other party stopped the donkey cart at this moment and discharged several priests with the person holding the orb at the center. It doesn't look like they approached with good intentions.
He bowed his head and patted the young man who was still working hard to make porridge, whispered something in his ear, then straightened his dirty clothes, and walked straight towards the priest.
But the young man left the wooden spoon directly, first sneaked away from here, and then quickly ran towards the crowd not far away, their backs turned to them, surrounding the fire.
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Of course, the priests of the God of the Dead who formed a four-sided battle formation saw the crowd of refugees gathered in the distance, and also saw the huge pyre of burning corpses surrounded by those people.
But that doesn't mean anything.
What happened here last night, where did so many corpses come from, and whether the leader is good or evil is still unclear at this moment.
For the sake of caution, the priest leading the team still took out the treasure he was carrying this time—the Orb of Denial.
With this thing, they can at least be invincible. Whether it is the large number of young refugees who are brainwashed and deceived by the personnel of the Church of the Evil God, or the brutal bandits around them who are controlled by them, they can't help but stop them in the orb five.
The Orb of Rejection will repel all unauthorized natural and supernatural powers. Even the divine power and magical arts of the priest of the God of the Dead cannot invade even a single bit of the range covered by the Orb of Rejection without his own permission.
The sword cannot be attached to the body, and the arrow cannot approach.
Magic goes around it, and he teaches divine evasion.
Naturally, the wrath of heaven recedes, and the curse returns to the caster.
"who are you?"
An old man who had gathered around the fire to rest and eat came towards them, and the young priest on the left front of the square formation asked loudly.
The old man did a businessman's etiquette elegantly and replied: "Several, the priests of the Church of the God of the Dead, I am Nobi-Fantigar, a businessman from the deep Vita kingdom in the south of your country. I don't know how many priests Why does your lord make such a hostile gesture at this time? There are only businessmen and people rescued from bandits here, as well as many poor and helpless refugees."
After the old businessman approached, he could tell from the **** emblem on the other party that he was a member of the Church of the God of the Dead, but it was also the short staff of divine power in the other party's hand. He knew a lot about it, and knew that it was magic in the hands of the nobleman. Something as dangerous as a weapon.
It is far more dangerous than a shining sword, and the nobles often only have a long or short magic wand, but each of these priests has a magic wand.
These people didn't know what they were here for, and he couldn't help but wonder why the young Kiel knights had attracted such a group of powerful armed priests.
"Get out of the way, merchant. We will examine and distinguish the identities of these people here and what you are doing now, so don't get in the way."
The priest leading the group ignored the old businessman's words at all, did not drive them away, and led the group forward. As soon as he left, the four priests surrounding him also moved. The old businessman wanted to speak some more words, but his body was suddenly pushed aside by an invisible force. The force of repelling and pushing away is simply unstoppable.
The old shoes on his feet rubbed against the sand on the ground, rubbing the ground all the way, and he was pushed aside in a strange posture.
When his own body was level with the side of the person walking in the center of the formation, the force of pushing him disappeared, and the old businessman suddenly sat down on the ground, staring blankly at the priests of the Church of the God of the Dead.
He was a little dazed. Although many priests of the Church of the God of Wealth had received healing and blessing blessings from various divine arts in his life, it was the first time that he was pushed away so invisible by the other party.
"What kind of power is this?"
None of the priests answered him, and they all looked forward, because the young man passed the message ahead of time, at this moment the crowd around the fire opened a gap, and priest Batar was running towards him with small steps.
"Everyone, everyone, I am Lothar Batar, a priest of the Saturnalia Church. What is going on with you and what are you going to do?"
Priest Batar's hands were empty, and he didn't bring his amber metal staff, mainly because it was too heavy, and the metal staff was not suitable for burning corpses to appease the people at this moment.
He got dizzy when he saw the other party maintaining a fighting four-sided formation, because he had learned similar knowledge in the church, although he had never used it. This is when the other party treats them as enemies in the state of battle.
"The Church of the God of Saturn? Show us the divine power!"
As soon as the other party said it, Priest Batar's face was full of bitterness. All the divine power in his body was used up just now when he was trying to appease the wounded who was in an unstable condition. Although there is still a little bit left to prevent him from fainting, but such a small amount can't be shown.
He had no choice but to tell the truth: "I'm sorry, my divine power has been used to treat the wounded, and I really can't show it to meet everyone's request at this moment, please believe me, I'm telling the truth, God of Saturn, He is watching me. "
Although Priest Batar looked innocent, the blood on the robes of the Church of the Saturnalia and the believers of the Saturnalia who kept rushing over from behind with weapons all looked very suspicious.
"Who are you? Why should we wrong our priest!"
"It's the priests of the Church of the God of the Dead."
"So it's the priests who deal with the dead? So it looks like this."
The Church of the God of the Dead has not spread as far as possible in rural areas like Saturn or other gods. Most of them have established local churches in towns in the center of rural areas. Many young refugees who were villagers before are not familiar with these people.
If you are a person in a town, you may be more familiar with them.
"Did they come to help?"
"Stupid, do you think they are here to help with their attitude?"
The four priests around were all holding divine power scepters in their hands, and everyone was not blind or foolish, so they knew that the visitor was not good at a glance.
At this time, Keir pushed away the people blocking the way and strode out from the crowd. He came late, mainly because he was wearing armor and weapons just now.
Standing in front of everyone, Keir said loudly: "Masters, good morning. I don't know why you are here?" He turned his head to look at the flames that were devouring the corpse behind him, and said with a chuckle, "It can't be just Come to help us preside over the ceremony of burning the corpse?"
The leading priest of the Church of the God of the Dead flashed his eyes, and he asked directly: "Burning the corpses, how did so many corpses come from? Answer me!"
Kiel was also unceremonious. He lifted his steel mask and stared at the few people who questioned him. The anger in his eyes could even spurt out: "How did the corpse come from? Bullshit! Of course, human beings kill each other, and the living become corpses." , That's how it came!"
"Fighting humans? What are you and this Saturnian priest? What are your identities? Don't think that there are too many people around to cover up or get away!"
Kiel snorted and spit on the ground: "What are our identities? What are your identities? Do you want to see what are the identities of these people around? Tell me, how many of you know what their identities are?" ?"
The priest leading the team wanted to ask Kiel, a young man, not to evade the question, but a young priest in front of him said, "They are rural people who took refuge in the checkpoint, but you took them away from the Whitestone City Wall checkpoint and killed them here. , What is their identity? What are their thoughts? Folks, these two people are unknown, so don’t be deceived.”
But the young clergyman's impassioned speech was slapped in the face.
What he said not only did not make the young refugees who gathered around feel that they had seen through any deception and conspiracy, but on the contrary angered them.
"￥%￥, seeing that you are priests, we respectfully call you my lords, but you are all guys with ￥% in their heads!"
"Fart! If Master Kiel hadn't fought hard last night! We are already prisoners of bandits!"
"More than that, we don't leave that cannibalistic checkpoint, you ￥% come and give us a bite? Or the great **** of agriculture took pity on us, not only tried his best to raise food in the checkpoint to help us, but also showed a miracle to send Batar Priests come to our rescue!"
"Yes! Those of you who deal with corpses all day long, I didn't show up when my family was starving, but now I smell the smell and follow the smell of corpses, ha! They say we have been deceived? Lao Tzu￥%￥% ￥￥#￥."
The surrounding crowd was excited, but everyone was still afraid of the status of the priests of the church, and no one really dared to go up and do it.
After being insulted by the obscene language around them, several priests of the God of the Dead blushed. They were usually called lords, so how did they receive so much insults today.
Several people clenched the Death Grip Divine Power Short Staff tightly in their hands, and even held the protective statue on the belt and squeezed it tightly in their hands.
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It was the priest who led the team who had seen the big scene. He didn't intervene in the arguing amidst the chaotic noise between his subordinates and the surrounding people. Instead, he blocked the surrounding noises and concentrated his energy on observation.
There were traces of blood spray dripping in the clearing under their feet.
Having dealt with these things all the year round, he knew that the chaos and disorder, the bloodstains all over the surrounding ground, did not seem to be the result of an orderly ritual sacrifice and massacre. In that case, the blood should be concentrated and have some symbolic pattern in the dripping and splattering.
He secretly rubbed a piece of dried dark red and black blood with his foot, and he judged that it should have dripped last night.
He glanced at the most angry young refugees around him, and found that everyone was wearing rough animal skin clothes with blood stains and damage. This doesn't look like what the refugees in the checkpoint wore. If they were indeed the young refugees who left the checkpoint yesterday, then these rough clothes that didn't match their identity and attire should not be their original clothes.
Damage is the proof of the battle. It has blood stains, and the person wearing it is in good spirits, so it should be captured.
There was a battle last night, a large-scale battle, because there were a lot of clothes on the young refugees around, and there were so many enemies, so what about them?
The priest leading the team held the orb of refusal, feeling a little silent.
The orb can be manipulated according to his will, and the divine power gem within the spherical crystal is shining with the divine power of the God of the Dead, which is beautiful but dim.
The orb of denial works a little bit, but instead of building an outward protective barrier, it is a powerful barrier that prevents the attacking force from being poured outward.
The priests leading the team blocked the possibility of outward attacks by the priests under him.
I'm afraid that they are in a mess, because of anger, they have made actions that they regret for the rest of their lives.