Devil's Journey

Chapter 265
Autumn in the north has always come earlier than in the south. Although the mountains in the north block most of the cold wind from the permafrost, the autumn wind is still bleak and cold.

The serfs who were deprived of their rations were faced with the choice of death or rebellion. The Churches of Good God in various places tried their best to help the poor, and at the same time, they kept persuading the nobles to provide some food, but the effect was not very good.

A small number of nobles who were persuaded were not so harsh in taking all the food from the serfs in their territories, while those nobles who took all the food from the serfs scoffed at the persuasion of the priests.

The nobles who have mastered absolute force are arrogant from the bottom of their hearts. They don't believe that those serfs will choose to resist. broken.

The large and small castles all over the counties are nooses tied around the necks of serfs. Mobs that are not large enough to break through even the castles of barons, and once there are mobs making trouble, the support from other in-laws will soon destroy those The daring mobs were wiped out and all the mobs were hanged.

But this time the rebellion was different from the past. The famine that swept across the north made millions of serfs face mortal despair, but the aristocratic lords planned to suffer the serfs as before.

As a result, a large-scale serf rebellion took place as a matter of course. Logically, such a rebellion should have been crushed to death by the noble knights at the beginning, but this time it was completely different.

One, no, several dark forces caused the serfs' rebellion to expand rapidly like a snowball. Under the control of mysterious forces, tens of thousands of serfs passed through the initial period, which was also the easiest to be suppressed, and evolved into a huge torrent.

Angry and crazy serfs chanted all kinds of slogans, took sticks, forks, flails, hoes, sickles, axes and swept the village manors, stormed the towns and castles, recaptured the food, dragged the nobles and their families And the corpses of the dog legs in madness.

Afterwards, these serf armies raised different banners. Some of them were formed by cults, some were instigated by demons, and even half-dead and half-lived undead armies appeared.

As if in a blink of an eye, more than a dozen large-scale rebels were formed to wreak havoc in the northern counties of the Griffin Kingdom, and more scattered mob forces sprang up. They evolved from the most humble ants to the most violent The flood, even the citizens or priests who have not oppressed them, will be torn to pieces, and there will be no grass in its path.

The human skin banner was set up, and the hideous mob gradually degenerated in the killing, gained strength in the degeneration, and then lost in the extremely inflated power, like wildfire.

The nobles everywhere had to hastily organize armies to suppress the growing rebellion. At first, they won some victories and wiped out a few mobs, but soon these noble armies encountered unexpected enemies.

"It seems that we are not the only ones who want to muddy the water." Liya smiled contemptuously.

"It doesn't matter, the final victory will definitely belong to us." Leila's indifferent voice contained pride, and her cold eyes stared directly at a noble army opposite.

The commander of more than 3000 heavily armed noble private soldiers was a knight of the kingdom of gold rank and an earl at the same time. This urgently gathered army was not his family, but more than half of the nobles in the county jointly dispatched.

The confident earl didn't know that the commander on the opposite side was a powerful legendary existence. Although there were tens of thousands of mobs on the opposite side, with ten times the strength of his own side, the proud earl didn't feel that he would lose, and he didn't even feel that he would lose. How many casualties.

You must know that the more than 3000 soldiers he led were all standing private soldiers not inferior to the Kingdom Legion, and more than a thousand of them were his own private soldiers.

The soldiers all have the strength of the black iron ranks, all armor and weapons are available, all are equipped with infantry and cavalry, and the bows and crossbows are complete. Who can tell him how to fight against a group of rebellious serfs?

When the drums sounded, the soldiers on the battlefield also started to move. It was still a relatively traditional legion formation, but the traditions belonged to the traditions, but the combat skills could not be faked.

If they were facing those demons or other monsters, perhaps their inherent disadvantages might make these soldiers feel uneasy, but when facing those humble serf mobs, the soldiers were full of morale and confidence.

A small team of a hundred people marched slowly amidst the unique sound of piccolos in the Northland, spears and halberds were like forests, and the blade light was particularly dazzling under the somewhat dim sky.

Most of the melee soldiers wore mail armor or iron-inlaid leather armor, a small number of elites wore a layer of armor on top of the mail armor, and most grassroots officers wore plate armor. Although it was only ordinary plate armor, its defensive power was still high. The most powerful armor of the same level.

The knights are assembled accompanied by attendants, and they will attack at the most critical time as the decisive blow.

But for this battle, from the soldiers to the officers to the knights, they are extremely optimistic. Some knights even feel that it is impossible for noble knights like themselves to fight. The serfs were all beheaded.

Although the knights often looked down on those soldiers in the past, compared to the serfs who were not even regarded as human beings, they still had some confidence in their own soldiers.

Nearly [-] serfs really fell into panic when facing the noble army far smaller than their own, although they had already stormed several towns and castles before, hanged several noble lords, and abused their families to death.

But facing the army of nobles at this moment, the fear and servility passed down from generation to generation surged into their hearts again, and timidity gradually appeared on the faces of these serfs.

But the demon swordsmen hiding behind the serfs would not have any fear. These death warriors who seemed to have come out of the underworld also terrified the serfs.

Riding a full-body armored demonic warhorse, Liya held a blood-colored long sword, and her eyes behind the visor glowed with scarlet magic light. The demonic swordsmen surrounded Liya were holding two-handed swords and wearing demonic bones. A, the supervisor pressed the serfs and staggered towards the troops on the opposite side.

"You work hard to farm, the food belongs to them, you hunt at risk, the prey is still theirs, you fish, pick wild fruits, dig wild vegetables, catch voles, but it's all theirs, you want to live, you just want to be humble live, but they don't allow it!"

The cold voice spoke even colder words. Although the tone was not high, it spread throughout the battlefield, and all the serfs were aroused by the voice.

Yes, these humble ants-like pariahs have always bent their waists, living in a humble and wretched way. With superficial knowledge, they can only live as humble as their ancestors, and their biggest dream is to be with the ugly girl next door. Married, then gave birth to a thin child, raised the child, and passed on his poor family property, but...
"Not only do they not allow you to live, they also do not allow your parents, brothers, sisters, wives and children to live. They call themselves nobles, but they are just a group of greedy vampires." Leila continued indifferently, although she was once a vampire. Noble, but since being resurrected by Julian, she is just a demonized undead.

(End of this chapter)