On the East River, there are countless boats, densely packed with small boats, some with sails, some with paddles, and some going down the river. On the boats are yellow-faced, skinny, half-clothed human beings, including men, women, old and young.
, as if on the run.
Donghe is not a formal name. It refers to the river that flows into Zhuilong Lake from the east. The river is not wide, at most twenty meters.
The water level is not deep, and only various small and medium-sized flat-bottomed boats can pass. However, the road is not flat, and some places are too shallow and can only be towed by trackers or small boats.
If it is a medium-sized boat or a small boat with a canopy, it will be okay. There will be something to shade the sun under the scorching sun. If it is a small boat without a canopy, the people on the boat can only cover their bodies and heads with cloth, and then splash some river water to cool down.
Carry.
Repeatedly sprayed with water and exposed to the sun, the skin and flesh were all torn apart.
The medium-sized ship at the front is a sailboat, which is already the largest ship in the entire fleet.
A man in a black cloak, covering himself tightly, stood on the side of the ship, looking anxiously into the distance.
Behind him were several black-armored knights wearing black armor and dressed as knights. However, their knights' armor was a little faded, with pieces falling off here and there, making them look mottled and old.
One of the knights asked: "Sir, is there really food here? Food that can feed these tens of thousands of people? Why did I hear that the water in Falling Dragon Lake is salty?"
The cloaked man responded: "Of course, the terrain here is flat and the reeds are lush. It is theoretically possible to farm. As long as you find a village and see if they grow anything, you will know whether you can grow anything. Even if you can't grow anything,
The fish and shrimps in this river can also keep everyone alive, it is better than staying where they are and being bitten to death by insects."
Thinking of the insects that covered the earth, the cloaked man and all the black-armored knights couldn't help but shudder. This is why they chose to escape into the desert. Those insects couldn't go deep into the desert, and they fell into the desert halfway.
Gotta die in the sun.
Sure enough, after the fleet entered the desert, the bugs disappeared.
This was the right choice, but along the way, the scenery I saw was so desolate that it made my heart tremble. If there was no food, would these people starve to death in the desert and become exposed in the sand?
A piece of white bone?
"What if the people here are unwilling to accept us and have to drive us away? I heard that many of them have backgrounds as sand pirates." The black-armored knight asked distressedly.
Thousands of them are already considered refugees. No place can accommodate more than 10,000 people at once. If they can't spare enough food, they will definitely be driven away.
The cloaked man said angrily: "Is the sword in your hand for decoration? Whoever wants to drive us away, cut off one of them when you see them, cut off a group of them when you see them, kill them, and protect these people who trust and follow us wholeheartedly.
people!"
The cloaked man roared menacingly, and under his encouragement, the black-armored knight howled like a chicken.
After the ship docked, the black-armored knights mounted their precious war horses and swarmed onto the beach like crazy, bumping into Ange who was about to come over to meet the enemy.
The cloaked man paused the staff in his hand, and his voice spread far away: "Listen to the villagers in front, we came here to settle down and develop..."
Before he finished speaking, the cloaked man saw Ange's appearance clearly, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground: "Damn it, Lord Ange?! Ascetic monk Ange!"
When the black-armored knights beside him heard this name, they all softened, and some of them couldn't hold on and slipped off their horses.
Ange, who ran over with a scythe on his shoulder, tilted his head in confusion: "Who are you?"
The cloaked man lifted his head and revealed an old face: "It's me, Peleg, Peleg from Mara Town. I escorted you from Mara Town to Peleg from Keren Town. Do you still remember me?"
Seeing this old face, Ange remembered it and turned his eyes to those black-armored knights: "Them."
The black-armored knights cautiously opened their helmets, revealing a group of familiar faces. They were all the knight team that escorted Ange. At this moment, they were all timid and did not dare to look at Ange.
It's no wonder they were afraid. The scene when Ange chased Xia Mara and fled in embarrassment was still fresh in their memories, and now Xia Mara was a fallen angel that made people jealous.
Can you drive a fallen angel away? How powerful is Lord Ange?
However, Ange is still an ascetic monk, and they firmly believe in this identity. But what are they now? The polluted fallen apostles, bumping into the ascetic monks, Ange had to purify them on the spot.
Nigris flew over with a flutter: "Hey, it's you? Why are you here? An... who didn't say that you have been contaminated by Shyamala, and formed a group of fallen legions? What's the matter?
Are you, the Fallen Legion, ready to occupy this place?"
Negris projected onto Ange and had seen them before, but they had never seen the Brass Dragon.
As soon as he saw Negris at this moment, a flash of light flashed in Farrar's mind: "Brass baby dragon! Assassin! Are you the ones who assassinated Nicholas!?"
All the knights were collectively confused. What? Lord Ange, who possessed the power of pure holy light and drove the fallen angels away, was actually the assassin who assassinated Nicholas?
Although this fact is absurd, when it becomes a hypothesis, all problems can be explained. Why can't anyone find the assassin? There are many obstacles on the road, but no clues can be found.
It was these people who escorted the assassin out emotionally.
Oh oh oh, my God, people like me have become tools to cover the assassins’ departure. Lord Ange is an assassin and an enemy of the light. What should we do? Will he kill us to silence us?
Hey, wait, people like myself seem to have become enemies of light. Isn't it just right that Ange is not a real ascetic monk? Otherwise, he would have to purify people like himself as soon as possible?
Farrar and the knights looked at each other, realizing this, as if... this is the best result? Will these people like them die?
Farrar, who breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly thought of the sound that Nigris blurted out just now, and said in shock: "Master Brass Dragon, you just missed a sound, An? Who is that? Anthony? You really did
It was Anthony who ordered it!"
Nigris chuckled and didn't bother to explain. Anyway, Anthony will take the blame even if he doesn't take it. It doesn't matter if he takes a few more.
"What happened to your armor?" As he spoke, Nigris noticed the armor of the black-armored knights. The paint on their armor had peeled off and the surface was mottled and old.
A knight buttoned up the patent leather with a wry smile: "The original knight's holy armor was later painted, but the quality of the paint was not good, and it became like this after a long time."
"Tsk, tsk, this is really ugly, I might as well not brush it." Nigris said.
"Lord Peleg said that we are all contaminated. If we don't paint them to distinguish them, then the Church will attack us and the Fallen Legion will also attack us, which will cause trouble." The knight smiled bitterly.
While everyone was chatting happily, Ange suddenly let out a cry and rushed away. He saw the fleeing people getting off the boat and saw the rice fields swaying in the wind at the first sight. They all wanted to go to the rice fields like crazy.
Li Chong.
How could Ange let this happen? With a shout, a bunch of guys rushed over.
There are Titan giants that shake the earth when they run, there are bone dragons that spread out their double fans to cover the sky and the sun, there are silver dragons that fly and swish like lightning, and there are lightning bolts that run like lightning.
Of course, there are also the little zombies carrying two hoes and the little angels with wings spread out. Looking at their posture, they can push all the refugees who have rushed to the shore into the river in one wave.
"No! No! Please be merciful, please be merciful. No one is allowed to move! Don't move! Anyone who moves will be beaten to death!" Farrar was so anxious that a black light appeared on his body, and as the black light flashed,
, his voice spread throughout the audience like thunder.
"Huh? Fallen Holy Light? You are quite skilled in using it." Nigris said in surprise.
Peleg smiled bitterly. There was still time to take care of this at this time: "Master Brass Dragon, please be merciful. Please be merciful and don't kill them."
Nigris smiled: "Don't worry, they didn't touch the rice fields, they will be fine."
Peleg turned around and looked. Sure enough, the humans who had just landed were excited and rushed into the rice fields. When they saw a bunch of Titans and giants coming up, they were frightened and backed away faster. However, it was easy to get off the boat and difficult to get on.
Many people fell into the river or huddled between the boat and the shore, crying loudly.
There were a few people who were drowning, but the Titans had to reach out and fish them out, otherwise they would surely die.
There were no casualties. Peleg breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head, and said to Negris with a grimace: "Sir, we people who fled here are hungry and thirsty. I wonder if you have any extra food? Sell some.
Give it to us, okay?"
"Okay, of course it's no problem. Let everyone settle down first," Nigris said.
Peleg made a sad face and said a little embarrassedly: "Uh, um, sir, there are a lot of us, I don't know..."
"Oh? How many?" Nigris asked.
"One... thirteen thousand... four... five thousand people." Peleg was too embarrassed to give the specific number.
Fifteen thousand people is a very large number. It is simply not something that the village in front of you can accommodate. The food alone is enough to eat up all the nearby villages. You can't let others give up your food rations. Then starve yourself?
Unexpectedly, Nigris was a little disappointed: "Only fifteen thousand? So little? How can you eat it?"
"Ah? Shao? Is there little food? Just a little is fine. Just sell us a little. After these few meals, let them go fishing in the lake without disturbing the adults. If it is inconvenient, let them go to another part of the lake. One side is fine." Peleg heard that there was a shortage of food.
This is normal cognition. As long as he has a sound mind, he will not think that Nigris means that there are few of them.
"Hehe." Nigris knew that no one would believe him if he said it. Who would believe that ten minutes ago, his biggest headache was what to do with the rice by the lake?
There is no one to eat it and it cannot be stored. The most likely thing is that it will rot in the ground. Who would have thought that the goddess of luck would bless it and send it a bunch of hungry people waiting for food on the spot. These people can not only consume the food, but also become laborers and believers. Jane is perfect.
"Let them settle down first and eat the food first. John, let people cook porridge for fifteen thousand people."
The refugees got off the boat one after another, and they were driven to an open space. Zigui was carrying a big stick and holding a loudspeaker rolled up with bark, repeating loudly: "Queue up, men on the left, women on the left." On the right side of the room, the person who is neither male nor female stands in the middle."
Following her words, a dozen eunuchs stood in the middle.
"Line in line and walk over. The adults will treat and purify you. If you have injuries, diseases, or parasites on your body, expose them in advance. The adults will take special care of you." Zi Ku shouted loudly while holding a loudspeaker.
Under her big stick, few people dared to explode and just kept their heads down and walked forward.
Ange stood on the stone, half a height taller than everyone else, and kept casting facial cleansing spells. He had done this kind of thing many times, and he was very familiar with it. He could even be distracted and used one hand in the Palace of Rest. While farming, the other hand kept moving.
There are too many cleansing spells, and the proficiency is off the charts. What is originally a level 1 magic can produce a level 3 or 4 effect. Almost all the minor injuries and dirt on ordinary people's bodies can be removed with one use. If that doesn't work, use two more. , not even a second.
After being hungry and exposed to the sun all the way, many people had skin and flesh cracked, burning pain, black, red and rough, and some people who loved beauty were afraid to see others.
As soon as I passed by Ange, my wounds healed, my skin became whiter, dirt disappeared, and even my clothes became clean.
The facial cleansing technique cannot purify parasites such as fleas, but it will destroy their living environment. After a cleansing technique, the hair will be purified cleanly.
Those fleas that were also cleansed crawled out blankly, took their belongings and started moving.
What is this? This is a miracle. At the end of the escape road, there is a person holding the holy light, who eliminates their pain and purifies their filth. This is to lead them to the legendary place where the ground is covered with
A paradise where rice fields and riverbeds flow with honey?
Some people kneeled down and started to worship subconsciously, and the pure power of faith surged out.
However, these powers of faith did not throw themselves at Ange, but slowly gathered into a group. When they gathered to a certain extent, they suddenly disappeared and went to an unknown place.
Ange tilted his head and jumped to the place where the power of faith disappeared. His hand that penetrated the world trembled and he inserted it fiercely.
The hand that penetrated the world disappeared into the air, and when it was pulled out again, it had already grasped the mass of faith energy.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Nigris flew over in a hurry.
"They want to run away." Ange pointed to the faith energy in his hand. Usually Ange is very casual. If others donate soul flames, he will return the food in equal exchange.
Just food.
But now, after I have finished healing, the dedicated soul flame wants to run away?
After listening to this, Nigris looked weird and said incredulously: "These people think you are a member of the Light Church. They made a mistake when they offered their faith to the wrong person, so they flew away. This is normal, but Ange,
You cut off these beliefs halfway, do you know what you did? You robbed the power of belief that belongs to the gods of light."