Devil's Journey

Chapter 277 Nothing

However, those serfs did not know the price. They only knew that the benevolent Lord of Destiny was willing to give all the brave serfs a chance, a chance to stand up and become masters.

Because of this, the faith of the Destiny Order spread rapidly among the serfs. Many believers in other churches, even the largest church in the Griffin Kingdom, the Justice Church, have converted to the Lord of Destiny.

Except for those fanatics, even many devout believers have changed their beliefs under temptation and threats, and fanatics are only a minority after all, and they can be killed.

The criticism of weapons is as sharp as ever, the body that carries the soul has been wiped out, how can the belief based on the soul be maintained.

After several days of heavy snow and strong winds, it seemed to be getting smaller.

The ragged serfs gathered in the simple and low shacks in the wind and snow. Some people died every day, and then the corpses were taken away, but they didn't know where they were taken.

The serfs didn't care much about the whereabouts of the corpses, they just wanted to survive. It would be even better if they could advance on the battlefield and become instructors, which meant that they could live in warm houses, have a full stomach, and get thick Clothes, but also real weapons and armor.

Although the Destiny Army has broken through many castles and towns, the weapons and equipment are still not rich, so naturally they cannot equip the weak serfs at will.

Therefore, most of the serfs are still wrapped in tattered clothes and holding all kinds of dilapidated farm tools. They are cannon fodder on the battlefield. If they want to get rid of their status as cannon fodder, they have to work hard and survive to have a slight chance.

There was a whoosh.

The serfs who were huddled in a simple shack seemed to have been awakened. The serfs near the door of the shack stretched out their heads, and saw a group of tall and evil demon knights teaching the soldiers in the snowy cold wind. Surrounded by people, they walked through rows of shack areas on mud and snow.

"The envoy has an order, send troops!"

The bearded sergeant with the bullhorn yelled at the shack, and then continued to move forward on the muddy road mixed with snow, but after walking two steps, the soldier wearing a thick leather robe, mail armor and breastplate The sergeant had to stop, scraped the mud from his cowhide boots on the fence by the side of the road, and then raised his head and cursed a few times about the damn weather.

There was a commotion among the serfs in the shack, and soon after, I saw serfs in twos and threes struggling to climb out of the shack, shrinking their necks, wrapping up their old clothes as tightly as possible. Filling such as straw or bird feathers.

"Hey, Bree, it's time to go, don't sleep." Stretching out of the shack, a scruffy and thin young serf shouted into the shack, but there was no response.

The young serf frowned. His name was Locke. Although he was young, his face was quite vicissitudes, and he looked ten years older than his actual age.

And that Bree is his friend from the same village, also a son of a serf, and also the last member of his family. A few months ago, Bree's father was hanged for stealing the Lord Knight's food.

Then the younger sister was taken away to make amends, and the mother died not long after, so when the demon knights from the Destiny Church came, Bree was the first to stand up and seek refuge with the demon knights who seemed to have come out of the world of death.

And Locke was the second one. His mother died of illness a long time ago, and his father died shortly after his leg was broken when he was serving the Lord Knight to repair the castle.

Locke had an older brother in his early years, but unfortunately he was unwilling to be a serf for the rest of his life. He secretly followed a passing adventure team and left. Now he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

To be honest, the serfs were generally numb to the suffering. If they couldn't live anymore, it would be difficult for them to muster up the courage to stand up and say no to the aristocratic lords.

Following the demon knights of the Destiny Sect to attack the manor of the knight master, these serfs could not imagine before, but hunger forced them to take risks, even if they devoted themselves to the devil.

In Lord Knight's manor, the serfs harvested a large amount of food and all kinds of exquisite utensils. The crazy serfs had no mercy, and they vented their fear and hatred on Lord Knight's family.

Even the young child of the knight master was killed by the serfs who fell into madness. The two sides reversed their identities at that moment, but the violence remained unchanged.

Bree did not find his sister in the manor. The fat-brained butler cowardly told Bree that his sister was sold to a passing slave trader, and then the butler was tortured to death by the serfs.

After joining the Destiny Church, Bree prayed devoutly every day. Apart from hoping to be promoted to a teaching soldier as soon as possible, he also hoped to find his sister, his only relative.

But when Locke found Bree in the dim shack, he found that he was already dead, and his body was still slightly warm. Locke didn't know the cause of Bree's death, which was meaningless.

Locke held Bree's hand, and his mind went blank. He seemed to remember that last night, Bree huddled with him, chattering about his sister's cuteness, and saying that when he found her, he would marry her to him. Locke as his wife.

"You bastard, you've gone back on what you agreed to do." Locke blinked, as if he couldn't shed tears, couldn't cry, Locke had to laugh and curse, and then wiped a mace on Bree's neck. He took off the necklace and put it around his neck.

"You reckless guy, I don't have to worry about you anymore, go to the god of death and wait for me. Maybe it won't be long before I will find you."

After finishing speaking, Locke was silent for a while, then lifted the pitchfork on the ground, bent over and walked to the entrance of the shack, and looked back hesitantly.

In the dim shack, curled up black shadows.

Unbeknownst to Locke, Bree's soul will not travel to Reaper, but instead will be drawn into a nearby demonic sculpture by a demonic pact.

If Julian is in Moyuan, the soul will be directly drawn into Julian's hands, but Julian is also in the material plane, and when all kinds of energy are suppressed, he can only rely on the statue to transfer.

The serfs gathered together like ants, and then more than a hundred people were formed into a team, led by two or three armored black iron rank instructors, and then more than a thousand people were formed into a battalion, led by one or two bronze rank soldiers. monks lead.

Flying high under the banner of Destiny, more than a thousand serfs like refugees staggered in the gray snow waiting for their meal.

There was no way, if the serfs who had one meal a day did not eat before departure, they would not be able to go far at all, and so many serfs actively came out, most likely because they did not miss this full-fledging meal.

After eating, these serf soldiers, led by the leading monks, will go to an unknown battlefield to participate in a life-or-death battle.

Whether they can survive, no one knows, but not many people care, anyway, they already have nothing.

(End of this chapter)