The Great Conqueror

Zou Liang didn't want to be alarmist, "If the enemy's troops are limited, our mission to Duolan City this time is how to destroy these barbarians, or at least drive them back to the wild!"

Luman slapped his thigh: "Boss, I didn't say anything! I, Luman, want to tear those barbarians into pieces! Whatever you say, we will follow suit, and we must kill those bastards!"

Kalou also patted his chest hard, feeling that the blood was hot. However, this action caused his wound to open, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Captain, we are all Mengjia people, and we are temple priests. If you watch the barbarians slaughtering people and don't do anything, you will be ashamed of the glory of the war song priests! No matter the mountains of swords or fire, the war song priests will follow the captain!"

"Okay! Count us in too!" Kurt and Patrice were not far behind.

Ernest also roared to express his anger towards the barbarians.

For attacking the barbarians, everyone is in the same hatred and will never retreat.

...

In Dolan City, the consul Ayasen twisted his fat body a little uneasy, and listened to his subordinates report how many gold coins they squeezed out of those boring pariahs this month.

The barbarians have been making too much noise recently, making Ayasen, who has always liked gold coins, a little restless. I'm afraid that something will happen to the barbarians again.

A few years ago, the city guard was wiped out by the barbarians in a field battle, and the consul at that time lost his head.

Because of this, since taking this position, Ayasen has been honest and settled down a lot. He only cares about making money. As for the civilians outside, he has nothing to do with life or death.

Anyway, there are a lot of civilians down here, and they grow up fast. If one group is killed by the barbarians, another group will grow again. As long as this matter doesn't become a big deal, everyone will get along by paying a large amount of money to the higher authorities every year.

"Lord Ayasen, are you busy?"

City Guard Captain Kang En walked in under the leadership of his servants. Seeing that Ayasen was lying on a comfortable recliner while a beautiful Rabbit Rabbit girl was counting the gold coins for him, he couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Kang En has worked in Ayasen for so many years, so it can be said that he understands the consul's intentions very well: anyway, in the poor place of Dolan Scene, there is no need to make any political achievements, and the most serious thing is to earn gold coins from those untouchables.

To put it simply: I will collect your taxes, but I don't care if the barbarians come to kill them.

Fend for yourself!

In such a situation, it is no wonder that the people are completely numb to the consuls, city guards and temples of Dolan City. No shelter was provided to the people at all.

"Master Ayasen, it seems that you are in a good mood?" Conn nodded and bowed, with a flattering expression.

"Where, the barbarians have been making so much noise recently that I can't even count the money happily... I've been frightened for a while, and I'm always worried that something will happen." The fat on Kang En's face trembled. However, people always think on the bright side. Consul Ayasen couldn't imagine what kind of dangerous situation Duolan City is in now.

Anyway, the barbarians like to quarrel and quarrel at will, as long as they don't delay their own tax collection, don't come to the city, don't affect the rich people in the city, and have nothing to do with him as the consul of Ayasen.

"Hehe, Master Ayasen has a lot of things to do every day, and he still worries about his people." Conn looked at Ayasen's belly that was as fat as a six- to seven-month pregnant woman, and smiled flatteringly: "The things about the barbarians are nothing to worry about. Anyway, they have been making trouble like this for the past few years. These barbarians don't have the strength to attack our Dolan City. They can only act violently in the wild. By the way..."

Kang En was a little worried: "Master Ayasen, have you heard? It seems that a special envoy will be sent down from above, and our days may be..."

"Hmph, if that guy is obedient, I'll give him some money, if he dares to spoil our interest..."

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Fatty's eyes, he, Ayasen, had killed many people to be able to sit in this position.

...

Temple of Dolan City.

The chief priest, Monaco, was carefully wiping the various silverware on the altar, muttering in a low voice: "I hope the god of beasts will bless all the civilians and barbarians in Dolan City. Let me stay safe until I retire..."

He's always been a nice guy with a weak character. Seven years ago, the former priest of the temple and the Knights of Order fought against the barbarians outside the city. Together with the city guards of Dolan City, they were wiped out after the first battle.

Afterwards, it doesn't matter if the guy doesn't kiss, the uncle doesn't love, and it doesn't matter, the good old Monaco was kicked here by the top.

There is no other reason, it is nothing more than seeing that Monaco is honest, has no background, and no one wants to come to this shitty place, just you.

In recent years, the power of the consul Ayasen has grown stronger and stronger, and the temple system, including the priest Monaco, has been suppressed to death.

The only hope for Monaco now is to survive a few years safely and retire early and return to the safe central part to enjoy the happiness.

"Officer, are you there?"

Outside the door, the temple priest Yeluf trotted in all the way, "My lord, there is a message from above that a special envoy will come down in the next few days. It is from our temple."

"Huh?" Monaco stopped wiping the silver lamp, and his heart trembled: the special envoy of the temple? The consul of Ayasen is a person who can't rub the sand in his eyes. If the new special envoy doesn't know people... well, misfortune and fortune are unpredictable!

At the same time, several aristocratic families in Duolan City, as well as various commercial families that circulated in the north and south of the empire, all received news from their own channels. In the current tense environment, what is the purpose of this special envoy who came from afar?

What variables will be added to the turbulent situation?

Many people are guessing and worrying in their hearts.

...

"come here."

Zou Liang beckoned to a young Bir who was near the fire in the distance. The young man looks like a tiger-headed tiger-headed boy, exuding a kind of honesty and cuteness. A pair of eyes are very bright, revealing the innocence and ignorance of the world.

Seeing him, he couldn't help but think of himself and Ernest when they were young.

"What's your name?" Seeing the little Bill in front of him, he stood up with some surprise and worry, and walked up to him, Zou Shengun reached out to touch his head, but the boy hid him.

"Lu Lu." The boy lowered his head and took a peek at Zou Liang: "My name is Lu Lu."

"Okay, Lulu, I have something to ask you, okay?" Zou Liang took a piece of delicious barbecue from Emma's hand and handed it over.

Although the elderly and adults among the survivors have changed their attitudes toward priests like themselves, the long-standing suspicion and distrust cannot be eliminated in an instant. For example, like Father Barron, although they would speak in detail when they asked about the barbarians, when they asked about other things, especially about the city, Father Barron seemed hesitant, as if he was worried about something.

The young Lulu was a little hesitant, but he couldn't help it when he smelled the delicious smell of barbecue at a close distance.

Their family was very poor, and my father could only eat some wild vegetable soup for himself during his lifetime. During the Chinese New Year, he could only catch some small fish to make fish soup and add some grains and dried fruits to be the greatest enjoyment.

He snatched the barbecue, took a bite, and looked at Zou Liang worriedly. Seeing that he had no other reaction, the boy felt relieved, and immediately wolfed it down.

The flatbread that the priests distributed to the boy before was not as fragrant as the barbecue.

"Okay Lulu, shall we chat?"

Zou Liang stretched out his hand and patted the young man's shoulder. This time, although the other party's body flickered, he didn't make any big evasive movements.

Hearing Zou Liang's question, Lu Lu nodded vigorously, but still ate hard without raising his head.

The people on the border of Duolan City have eaten their last meal and never stopped, and they will be killed by barbarians at some point. It's better to be a full ghost even if you die.

"How many villages are there near Dolan City? Has it always been this chaotic?"

"I don't know how many, there are more than a dozen villages in the vicinity... Barbarians come every year..."

Lu Lu swallowed with difficulty, his cheeks moved up and down, making an indistinct sound.

"However, it has already been here in the beginning of spring this year, and this is the second time."

Zou Liang's heart moved, "Are there many disasters this time?"

"I don't know, the dozen or so villages nearby are gone..."

"Is there anyone from the guards and temples in the city to help you?"

Lulu looked up at him, doubts flickering in those eyes. Gradually, some transparent liquid gushed out from the eyes of the young Lulu.

The rest of the barbecue in his hand fell to the ground.

The boy knelt on the ground and cried.

"No...no one to help us, Dad...Mom...all dead...dead..."

The sound of sobbing and weeping came far away in this cold night. It was a broken heart.

The original hustle and bustle in the camp suddenly fell silent, and everyone stared at the boy kneeling on the ground crying, feeling inexplicably sad.

When did the proud Mengjia people end up like this?

Is this still the land blessed by the beast god?

shameful! !

This is a disgrace to every warrior, especially priests, and a disgrace to all Beast God believers!

Thinking back five hundred years ago, the Mengjia Empire was at the top of the mainland, hundreds of nations came to court, and all people were subject to them. Who would dare to kill the people of Mengjia like this? Who dares to treat the followers of the Beast God like this! !

The flames crackled and danced, and the old people, women, and men in the village burst into tears.

All the priests were also silent, with silent gasps, like a typhoon brewing, howling lowly.

"Luman, Kalou!"

In the silence, Arthur's calm but resolute voice came out.

"team leader!"

"Tonight, give up all the tents we prepared to the villagers, and everyone will work harder, spend the night by the campfire, and... hurry up at dawn tomorrow, and we must arrive at Duolan City as soon as possible."

"yes."

No one doubted Captain Arthur's words. They only knew that what the captain said was right, those poor villagers really needed a better environment to rest than the Warsong Priests.

When they saw that the members of the Warsong priests really gave up all the comfortable tents for the injured old people and children in the village, these villagers couldn't believe it.

Although I heard that they were special envoys, and that the special envoy was the beast god warrior with the highest honor in the legends, but they were willing to give up their own interests and make the villagers receive better treatment than the members of these envoys.

What envoy and priest can do this?

Unknowingly, when the old people looked at these young people who were about the same age as their own children, their eyes changed a little. They really realized the difference between the priests in front of them. They were sincerely giving and respecting the suffering villagers.

Some changes have quietly occurred in the hearts of the villagers.

(I was blown away by the typhoon, I asked for a recommendation ticket with the wind~~~)