Chapter 331: Hidden Anger

Zou Liang didn't want to exaggerate, "If the enemy's troops are limited, our mission to Duolan City this time is to destroy these savages, and at least drive them back to the wilderness!"

Ruman slapped his thigh: "Boss, I didn't say anything! Ruman, the barbarians, wanted to tear them apart! Why do you say we will follow us? We must kill those bastards without leaving any armor!"

Kalao also patted his chest hard, and felt that the blood was hot. However, this action made his wound crack and the corners of his mouth twitch.

"Captain, we are all Mongjia people, and we are temple priests. If we watch the barbarians kill their people and do nothing, we will be ashamed of the glory of the War Song Priest! No matter how many swords and seas of fire, the War Song Priests Group will follow the Captain!"

"Okay! It's our share!" Cote and Patrice were not willing to fall behind.

Onister also roared aside to express his anger towards the barbarians.

When it comes to attacking the barbarians, everyone is united in hatred and will never retreat.

...

In Duolan City, the consul Ayasen twisted his fat body with some anxiety, listening to his subordinates' rewards for how many gold coins he had squeezed out of those boring pariahs this month.

The barbarians have been making trouble so fierce recently that Ayasen, who has always liked gold coins, is also a little restless. He is afraid that the barbarians will cause something again.

A few years ago, the city guards were destroyed by the barbarians in the field, and the consul at that time lost his head.

Because of this, Ayasen has been much more honest and steady since he took this position, and only makes money. As for the civilians outside, life and death have nothing to do with him.

Anyway, there are many civilians below and they are born quickly. If they are killed by the barbarians, they will grow one more. As long as this matter is not serious, and if you pay a lot of money every year, everyone will have to just live it.

"Sir Ayasen, are you busy?"

The city guard captain Kang En walked in under the guidance of his servants. He watched Ayasen lying on a comfortable recliner, and a beautiful Ripper Rabbit girl counting gold coins for him, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Kangen has been working in Ayasen for so many years, and he can be said to have a very good understanding of the consul’s intentions: anyway, in this broken situation, you can’t think of any political achievements. It is the main thing to earn gold coins from those untouchables.

To put it simply, I want to collect your taxes, but I don’t care about the barbarians coming here.

Let's live for oneself!

In this situation, it is no wonder that the people are completely numb to the consuls, the city guards and the temples of Duolan City. They have not provided any shelter to the people at all.

"Sir Ayasen, it seems you are in a good mood?" Kang En nodded and bowed, looking pleased.

"Where? The barbarians have been making too fierce recently, making me not even happy to count the money... I was so frightened that I was always worried that something would happen." Kang En's face shook. However, people always think about the better. The consul Ayasen could not imagine what dangerous situation Duolan City was in now.

Anyway, the barbarians like to make trouble, as long as they don’t delay their tax collection, don’t make trouble in the city, and don’t affect the rich people in the city, and they don’t have any relationship with him, Consul Ayasen, for half a cent.

"Haha, Lord Ayasen is busy with everything and is so worried about his people." Kang En looked at Ayasen's belly that was as fat as a six or seven-month-old pregnant woman and smiled flatteringly: "The barbarians are not worth worrying about. Anyway, this has been so troubled in the past few years. These rude barbarians do not have the ability to beat our Duolan City, so they can only act fiercely in the wild. By the way..."

Kangen was a little worried: "Have you heard about it? It seems that the superiors are going to send a special envoy, and our lives may be..."

"Hmph, if that guy is obedient, he will give him some money. If he dares to ruin our interest..."

A trace of murderous aura flashed through the fat man's eyes. Ayasen also killed many people if he could sit in this position.

...

The Temple of Dolan City.

The main priest Monaco was carefully wiping the various silverware on the altar, whispering: "I hope the beast god will bless you, all the civilians in Duolan City, and the barbarians, let me survive until retirement..."

He has always been a good man with a weak personality. Seven years ago, the former priest and the Knights of Order of the Temple were trapped outside the city to fight against the barbarians. He joined the city guards of Duolan City, and was destroyed after a battle.

After that, the good old man Monaco, who didn't kiss, his uncle didn't love, and it didn't matter, was kicked here by the above.

The reason is nothing more than to see Monaco being honest and without background, no one wants to come to this broken place, you are the ones.

In recent years, the power of the consul Ayasen has become increasingly greater. The temple system, including the main priest Monaco, has been suppressed to death.

Now Monaco's only hope is to survive a few years of peace and retire early and return to the safe central area to enjoy a happy life.

"Master Priest, are you here?"

Outside the door, the temple priest Yeluf jogged in all the way, "Sir, I'm sending a message from above, saying that a special envoy will come down in the past few days. He is from our temple."

"Hmm?" Monaco stopped wiping the silver lamp, and his heart trembled: The temple's special envoy, the consul Ayasen, is someone who can't rub the sand in his eyes. If the new special envoy doesn't know what to do... hey, good fortune and fortune are unpredictable!

At the same time, several aristocratic families in Duolan City and various commercial families in the north and south of the circulation empire received news from their own channels. In the current tense environment, what purpose does this envoy come from afar have?

What variables will be added to the turbulent situation?

Many people were guessing and worried in their hearts.

...

"Come here."

Zou Liang waved to a Bill boy who was approaching the fire in the distance. The boy was so handsome that he showed a sense of honesty and cuteness. His eyes were very bright, revealing his innocence and ignorance of the world.

Seeing him, I couldn't help but think of myself and Ounister when I was a child.

"What's your name?" Seeing the little Bill boy in front of him standing up in surprise and worry, and walked to him. Zou Shenzhang reached out to touch his head, but the boy hid for a while.

"Lulu." The boy lowered his head and peeked at Zou Liang: "My name is Lulu."

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

Although the old and adults among the survivors have some attitudes towards them, the long-term suspicion and distrust cannot be eliminated in a moment. For example, Dad Barron, although they will say it very carefully when asking about the barbarians, when asked about other things, especially in the city, Dad Barron seems to be hesitant, as if he is worried about something.

The young man Lulu hesitated a little, but he couldn't help but smell the fragrant barbecue smell at close range.

Their family is very poor. My father could only eat some wild vegetable soup for himself during the Chinese New Year. During the Chinese New Year, he could only make some small fish for fish soup and add some mixed grains and dried fruits. It was the greatest enjoyment.

He grabbed the barbecue and took a bite. He looked at Zou Liang with some concern. Seeing that he had no other reaction, the boy felt relieved and immediately chewed it voraciously.

The bread that the priests gave to the boys before was less fragrant than the barbecue.

"Okay, let's talk?"

Zou Liang reached out and patted the young man on the shoulder. Although the other party's body dodged for a moment, he did not dodge his big move.

Hearing Zou Liang's question, Lulu nodded vigorously, but he still tried hard to eat without raising his head.

People on the border of Duolan City all had a meal but didn't know when they would be killed by the barbarians. They would be a fed ghost even if they died.

"How many villages are there near Duolan City? Has it been so messy?"

"I don't know how many, there are more than a dozen villages nearby... The barbarians come every year..."

Lulu swallowed with difficulty, his cheeks stimulating up and down, making a vague sound.

"However, this year has been here at the beginning of spring, this is the second time."

Zou Liang's heart moved, "Have you suffered a lot of disasters this time?"

"I don't know, there are no more than a dozen nearby villages..."

"Is anyone here to help you in the city guards and temples in that city?"

Lulu looked up at him, and doubt flashed in his eyes. Gradually, some transparent liquid poured out from the young man Lulu's eyes.

The remaining barbecue in his hand fell to the ground.

The boy knelt on the ground and hugged his head and cried bitterly.

"No...no one helps us, dad...mom...all dead...dead..."

The sound of sobs and sobbing came from afar in this cold night. It was a broken heart.

The original noise in the camp suddenly became silent, and everyone stared at the boy who was kneeling on the ground and sobbing, feeling inexplicably sad.

When did the proud Moncao end up like this?

Is this still a land blessed by the beast god?

shameful!!

This is the shame of every warrior, and it is the shame of the priests and all believers of the beast gods!

Thinking about five hundred years ago, the Mongjia Empire Zhayuan was at the top of the continent. A hundred countries came to pay tribute and the people surrendered. Who dared to kill the Mongjia people like this? Who dared to treat the followers of the Beast God like this!!

The fire was pounding, and the elderly, women, and men in the village were crying.

All the priests were silent, and the silent gasps were like a typhoon brewing and whistling low.

"Ruman, Kalau!"

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

"team leader!"

"Tonight, I will give all the prepared tents to the villagers, and it will be a little harder for everyone. I will only spend one night by the bonfire, and I will also... I will be on my way to Dawn tomorrow, so I must arrive at Duolan City as soon as possible."

"yes."

No one was skeptical of Captain Arthur's words. They only knew that what the Captain was right. The poor villagers did need a better environment and rest than the War Song Priests.

When the villagers saw that the people from the War Song Priests really gave up all the comfortable tents and gave them to the injured elderly and children in the village to live in, the villagers couldn't believe it.

Although I heard that they were the special envoys, and that the special envoy was the beast god warrior with the highest honor in the legend, he was willing to give up his own interests and made the villagers better than those of these missionaries. I have never even heard of this kind of thing.

Any envoys and priests can do this?

Before they knew it, the old people's eyes changed a little when they saw these young people who were about the same age as their children. They truly realized the difference between the priests in front of them. They were sincerely giving and respecting the suffering villagers.
Chapter completed!