Doron raised his head and saw a gloomy sky, with many crows roaring, as if indicating death.

After Hoffman's death, a terrifying plague instantly swept the entire town. Some people say that it was a curse that the mage put before his death.

Whether Doron believes it or not, it is true that this plague has caused death in every household.

Even his friend and best friend, Mickey, who had just returned from the county town, died unfortunately. Even Doron was not spared, and was infected with the terrible plague and even reached a verge of death for a while.

"Thanks to the gods, I saved my disaster from being returned..."

Doron couldn't help but prayed devoutly.

If the priest from the town had just happened to come back, he would have to go directly to the underworld to report.

This must be the will of the gods! Doron believed in this, otherwise why would Pastor Rockefeller, who had left, just come back and cast his magic tricks for him for free?

It is a pity that it suddenly left its hometown and left its own hometown.

"Listen, in the name of the Church of Gods and the Lords... all the residents of the Black Forest Town must move to the county town and wait for the next order..."

A lord's knight ran past, still shouting commands loudly.

Doron looked around and around his cart, scattered residents carrying thick luggage, gathering into a trend like ants.

This is the Lord's order, and the main work of the Reverend Rockefeller's return.

All believers will be moved to the county town. When Doron heard this order for the first time, he almost thought the lord was crazy. Do they still have enough houses and bread to accommodate them?

There are facts, and this is also guaranteed by Reverend Rockefeller.

With the beginning of the plan to relocate the gods, urban residents must have taken the lead, and the remaining villagers and townsmen will be ordered to concentrate in the city and carry out unified relocation.

"Wuwu... Master, look at the wheat ears in this field... how good they grow... Let Old York harvest the wheat before leaving..."

A man who looked like a farmer was pulled from the field by a knight and begged with the knight's legs.

"If you say it, it's not OK. Do you want to violate the lord's order?"

The knight in armor kicked the opponent away with one kick and said impatiently.

In fact, he was also incredible about the lord's decision. After all, his manor and fief are also here.

If it weren't for the double order from the Kingdom and the Church, and the other party promised to compensate him for his losses, he wouldn't have agreed.

"Even so, I'll have to be at least twice as big as I am now!"

The knight thought hard, and the sound in his mouth became louder. A slight dissatisfaction would lead to scolding and whipping.

"Come one by one and be inspected by the priest..."

At the entrance of the town, a long row of carts carrying the elderly and the young, carrying a large amount of supplies formed a long row with the carriage.

Rockefeller, the priest of the God of Fellowship, led a group of young priests and pastor apprentices, stood at the intersection and carefully checked the faces of each freed person to see if there were any common plague symptoms such as fever and coughing up blood.

Those who are diagnosed will be taken to the quarantine area on the side, while those who pass will receive a small portion of potion that is said to be able to add luck. As long as you drink it, you will not be caught by the sick palm.

Fear of plague and death! This is also the reason why the townspeople are urged to stay away from their hometown.

After these measures are taken, if there are still free people who want to die, neither the lord nor the priest will care about them anymore.

"Sir... it has been counted. There are 4,382 residents in the Black Forest Town, more than 1,000 people died in the plague, and our transportation volume reached 2,900!"

Next to Rockefeller, dressed in a pastor, an apprentice was holding a quill and parchment, and had a pair of round glasses on his nose. He looked a little funny and was reporting seriously.

"Are you close to three thousand believers? Very good, keep doing it!"

Pastor Rockefeller nodded and said in praise.

"All believers who fully believe in our Lord must be moved away!"

Rockefeller looked at the long rows and made up his mind secretly.

After the meeting of the gods in the Pantheon, moving believers into the kingdom of God became the top priority for every church.

Distinguishing believers and assisting in relocation has become a terrifying issue with the extreme workload.

Even the gods are lamenting. This large-scale migration is simply impossible to complete without hundreds of years.

The wizards obviously would not give them this opportunity. The increasingly severe plague is constantly attacking, wantonly depriving ordinary people of their lives.

In the end, the gods opened the pantheon several times and finally decided to divide the parishes and take responsibility for each.

A small town like Black Forest, which only has the faith of the God of Passion is the easiest place to achieve results. No wonder Pastor Rockefeller, who had escaped before, rushed back in a hurry.

"Woooo... Pastor Rockefeller, why... I serve the gods so devoutly, but my two sons and daughters are dead...woooo..."

At this time, an old man in linen rushed out of the crowd and fell to his knees in front of Rockefeller and burst into tears.

"Damn it!"

The church wizards and apprentices on both sides were furious. This behavior was strictly enough to be a blasphemy.

"Authentic... the great God of suffering wants us to endure suffering and endure suffering..."

Rockefeller waved his hand and asked the surrounding warrior to retreat, while he helped the old man up affectionately.

"But appropriate sorrow is also allowed... God is kind and tolerant and will forgive your small mistake..."

As a formal pastor of Rockefeller, he has the highest status here, of course, whatever he says is what he says.

"Oh... God, I'm guilty..."

The white-haired old man cried even more fiercely, making Doron next to him feel sad.

The hunched figure always reminded him of some unbearable memories. He shook his head suddenly and finally continued to push the cart forward, while Rockefeller's voice still penetrated into his ears.

"This ordeal is not the pain given to the world by the gods, but the beginning of the end of the world!"

"The End of the World?" Doron was shocked and stopped unknowingly.

"Plague, war, famine, death... This is what has been recorded in the deity's Scripture..."

Rockefeller's face was covered with a golden light, making him look even more sacred.

"The last days are coming, and evil in another world is about to invade, and only the most devout believers can obtain redemption and obtain eternal life in the kingdom of the gods..."

Rockefeller was reading the content of the "eschatology" produced by the church working overtime, and the horror scene described in it immediately scared Doron and others.

It turns out that the plague they experienced before was not the end of everything, but the beginning of a catastrophe.

Under the guidance of this propaganda, coupled with the threat of plague and death, both the free people and the tenant farmers obediently obediently and rushed to the main road of the county town.

Rockefeller's propaganda continues: "Those evils will invade the world and plunder all of our lives, flesh and blood, and even souls... They are the end of everything, the messenger of the unity of all things, their real name is... a wizard!!!"

After a long period of time, the word "wizard" forbidden word finally began to be re-mentioned in the world of the gods, indicating the arrival of the twilight of the gods!

...

Black Castle County.

This is where Mickey was internship, and it was only a day and a half away from the town of Black Forest. Doron had also walked through it.

But this time when he saw the tall bluestone wall, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He never expected that the journey would be so long.

Doron looked around with lingering fear. At this time, the residents were covered in dust, and some were injured, just like a group of refugees in a famine.

Such a messy marching can't walk much in a day, and even Doron is forced to abandon many useful things.

In particular, with the chaos brought about by the great migration, there were many more robbers riding horses next to the road. Even with the protection of the lord guards and priests, their number was still too small to be taken care of.

One time, the horse thief charged directly in front of Doron. Doron never wanted to experience the feeling of facing death at close range.

"After you get here, you can go to the kingdom of God of God and gain eternal life, right?"

I have to say that Rockefeller's previous boast about the Kingdom of God was the only motivation for Doron to persevere until now.

But he soon discovered that he was thinking too much.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A large number of secular troops were guarding the county town, and sharp spears formed a formation, giving these refugees a deep deterrence.

"Listen... Because there are too many people gathered, we need to queue up. First, there are nobles, then free people with status, and the others are temporarily outside the city..."

Many knights riding horses galloped back and forth, announcing orders.

At this time, there were already a large number of tents outside the county town, which looked like a huge refugee camp, and from time to time there were priests who distributed potions and performed magical techniques.

Temporary temples rose from the ground, emitting a slight golden light, protecting the surroundings of the county town.

If it weren't for this kind of protection, with the nutritional level and population density of the refugee camp, the plague would have taken away every life here, and the gods' plans were completely lost.

"Okay...nobles are preferred!"
Chapter completed!