Medieval Reiki Revival

Human beings swarmed in the city, and the rest were shivering, wondering how long the food at home could last.

It may be that they were threatened by the murlocs before. The people in Pilsen usually store some food at home, which is enough for them to live for half a month.

But the gypsies won't give them time for this game.

Some wise men had sensed the danger lurking in the darkness, and they knew that the gypsies must be seeking a greater good in blocking Pilsen.

"They want to steal our money."

"Or worse, those gypsies want to take our wealth, and if we resist, they will be violent. I have long said that no gypsy should be allowed to settle."

"Is there a way to resist?"

A dark-looking man said: "They are very powerful. We are not opponents. There were many people who wanted to resist before, but they failed. Gypsy has changed."

"They are very powerful, and they are not afraid of life and death."

"Unless we can get everyone organized, there's no chance of winning."

"and"

The man's expression became darker, and the sky turned gray.

There was not even a flower to be seen on the grass, it was all rotting leaves.

Autumn, a world with withered life.

The tumbling mud is easily associated with another creature in Pilsen, a creature that is not yet known to the public, but has become a threat they must face.

"We can't beat the murlocs."

When it comes to this topic, everyone is a little gloomy.

The people who were so aggressive just now didn't dare to talk too much, and a layer of sadness was smeared on the faces of the excited crowd.

Those who still don't believe in the existence of murlocs are not worthy of living. They can gather together to discuss countermeasures, which shows that these people are already smarter than others.

"We all want to live."

"That's reason enough for us to do some crazy things."

"Guys, we all want to rebel, don't we?"

The dark man confirmed the matter again, and continued after seeing other people nodding.

"If we want to earn some chances of survival in danger, we must figure out what we should do and what we can't do. Maybe we don't want to escape like others, but we have to think about our opponents What are they thinking?"

"Maybe they're talking about killing us."

"What do you think, Snape?"

The dark man smiled. This laughter was full of contempt, which could easily arouse the anger of others.

Fortunately, everyone present knew his character more or less, so there was no momentum, but they expected Snape to give a different answer.

He had not found this humble gathering of rebels.

But when the rebels met, they all agreed that Snape's wit was necessary to defeat the gypsies.

Snape's voice was a little hoarse, but not purely hoarse.

He likes to bite the 's' hard when he speaks, like a poisonous snake spitting out its venom.

"One of the pilsners got very close to the gypsies."

"You mean."

Snape chuckled, "Obeid, the middle-aged man who runs the hotel."

"He must have known some news in advance, otherwise, why would he be so clever to send his wife and daughter to the outside world, leaving him here alone."

"Obeid was very close to the gypsies."

Others chimed in: "He knows a lot that we don't."

"That's the problem. If we can get the information out of his mouth, a lot of things can be solved."

A man with a rough appearance shouted: "Then what are you waiting for, let's go!"

"Fool."

"We have to be careful, don't we, Snape."

Snape smiled, finally a little brighter this time.

The place they took was not very large, surrounded by high brick walls, and outside there was a weedy place facing the direction of the Innsmouth River-near the brick wall There was an unusual handprint on a moss-covered stone pile.

That handprint does not belong to humans.

After walking a few roads, we arrived at the core residential area.

Across a square with a fountain, there are several public troughs for horses to eat around the square, and some handicraft workshop buildings built on the grass not far away.

No matter where it is, as long as there are people and society there.

Then there would be a universal truth.

The greater the oppression, the greater the resistance.

It must be admitted that the gypsy's exploitation of Pilsen was bloody. They threw ordinary residents into the Innsmouth River and let the murlocs torture, kill, and transform them at will.

If it weren't for the existence festival, maybe the whole of Pilsen would have turned into murlocs.

If Ivan were to control these murlocs, he wouldn't do any Rao Shizi Festival. He would definitely develop secretly until he made the whole city his own.

But there is no way.

Different thinking is difficult to empathize with.

They love to kill, and they love a grand killing party even more.

It is this kind of thinking that gives the human beings in Pilsen a chance to continue to unite.

Human resistance may be cleared, swept away.

But never stopped.

Ivan realized this very deeply.

He actively implemented a bloody and violent rule in Luz Pittburg.

But except for some people who have vital interests with him, everyone else is against him, and even his subordinates will secretly commit betrayal.

People's hearts are unpredictable.

We cannot master it.

And those who want to control people's hearts will pay a huge price.

This is also why.
Ivan was not surprised to see the hotel owner being kidnapped by other people. Judging from the weapons in the hands of this group of people, they must be locals, and some seemed to have been driven a little crazy by the cramped atmosphere in the city.

The dark man is not yet aware that he has been defined as insane.

"What do you want to do?"

Ivan patted the dust on his shoulder, and he came back from the outside.

The Moppers are already outside Pilsen.

"you you."

"you don't come"

Maybe fighting with a different kind for a long time, Ivan's aura is very amazing, even if he simply puts down his things and sits on a chair, he will be able to frighten the other party so that he dare not move.

There was a bead of sweat on Snape's forehead.

He didn't dare to move, he just felt that the air seemed to freeze.

"This guy."

"Who is it?"

The others swallowed.

A spider fell from the ceiling and died without a struggle.

The innkeeper looked at the dagger on his neck, and the hairs on his head stood up.