Belief In The Kingdom of God

Above a small town, hundreds of people slowly walked through it on the ground.

Because of the prisoners and the large amount of trophies, the group of people did not move very fast, but the queue was very tidy and looked orderly. At the front of the team, Artis rode a horse and walked slowly in front, with Nadir accompanied by several priests.

In front, several people came out to greet him, and the leader was an old man.

The old man dressed decently and looked very serious. After seeing Attis, he quickly brought people forward: "My Lord Sir!"

Seeing these people, Artis nodded and got off the horse.

"Barton, you lead someone to count the trophies."

In front of him, an old man named Patton nodded and said yes, and then looked behind Attis, where hundreds of soldiers were pushing wooden carts and boxes of trophies.

Seeing this, the old man made it open on the spot.

As the boxes were opened, the materials inside gradually exposed, including cloth, grain, some weapons, and various coins and other materials.

There are various coins, and there is no unified dynasty in this world. Even the royal court ruled many city-states in name. Therefore, each city-state has its own coins with different styles, some of which are real gold houses. Casting, even mixed with a small amount of magic crystals, some of them are simple shells and the like, which is very shabby.

Finally, there was a box opened. There was very little content in it, but it exuded bursts of light, which was coveted.

This is the magic crystal of Warcraft, contributed by the Warcraft encountered along the way.

Seeing this, Old Barton's face was overjoyed: "With these, as long as a group of people can be organized to go to the south, at least 100 people's weapons and leather armor can be purchased."

But then, he shook his head somewhat regrettably: "The harvest is so rich, if we can come again a few times, our finances will not be so strained."

In response, Artis shook his head: "This trip has almost wiped out all the bandits and monsters near our territory. Next time I want to come, I'm afraid I will have to go to the territory of other lords."

This is a taboo. Seeing this, the old Jetton on the opposite side felt a pity, but he stopped talking.

"How is the situation lately?" Artis turned around and asked the other person.

It was a thin old man with muddy eyes, as if he was dying. But looking at this old man, beside Atis, Bill and other priests bowed their heads slightly to show respect.

He looked at Artis with a respectful look on his face: "My Lord Sir, according to the news that our believers responded, in the north, the king of the Brook City-state is dying. It is said that he has not seen his house officer for dozens of days. Rumor has it. The princes are preparing to hold a huge sacrifice, hoping to restore the king's body."

"At the same time, in our city-state, all the nobles seem to have received some news. They are trying to recruit soldiers and labor in their own territories, and the atmosphere is very tense for a while."

Attis nodded, deep in his heart, silently sensing his own luck.

Above his head, a trace of white gas gradually gathered and condensed into red. This was the luck that was brought by being the heir of a viscount family and the direct territory of a town. Above, a thick layer of Qi Luck emerged and turned into a layer of cyan. This is the Qi Luck brought by the birth of a **** and the hope of millions of believers. It is extremely heavy and even faintly carried. Purple meaning.

Just this layer of air luck is no longer inferior to the main city-state.

And in the deepest part of the world, there is a layer of purple energy slowly condensing, faintly carrying a huge power. This is the favor of heaven brought about by the son of the world.

Seeing this luck, Artis knew it, and at the same time he felt the slight restlessness of the purple Qi, and his heart moved slightly.

In the next few days, Artis didn't do anything else, but silently trained his private soldiers, and at the same time took out some suitable secret skills for these people to practice, so as to increase their combat power.

The practice of training private soldiers to impart combat skills was naturally a taboo in ancient times. But in this world of the Lord's enfeoffment, it is okay. Although the teaching of fighting spirit is also a taboo, it is no problem to only teach some combat skills.

Most of these combat skills were made by Attis himself. As gods, there are many proficient combatants among millions of followers. The insights of these people are spread to Attis through faith, and the accumulation of time is enough to make them Other than otherworldly, it is natural to create some combat skills.

Just a few days later, outside the town, a few uninvited guests arrived.

"Is this the territory of Sir Adys Narba?" Outside the town, one person looked at the clean scene in front of him, as well as the wheat fields that had been opened up, and asked in surprise.

"I'm afraid there are thousands of acres here!" He sighed, looking at a busy leader outside, with deep envy in his eyes.

"Yes!" someone behind him said with a sigh: "This town originally had only a few hundred people, and the land was no more than 1,000 acres. Now, within a year or two, there have been nearly 10,000 people. Tens of thousands of mu of land."

"It's amazing." He paused and couldn't help sighing.

After chatting for a while, they went in and came to the place where Artis was.

On a wide training ground, a guard stepped forward and announced: "My lord, some people who claim to be king's heralds are asking to see you!"

Seeing this, Artis nodded: "Let them in."

Then several knights walked in, and after seeing Attis, they came up with a message: "Sir Attis, the king has ordered, please lead a troop of at least one hundred people to Sisi after January. Under the city."

Hearing this, Artis nodded calmly: "No problem."

On the opposite side, hearing Adis's reply, several people breathed a sigh of relief, and they couldn't help but feel a little good for Atis. But afterwards, they looked at Attis, hurriedly bowed to him, and hurriedly went out, seeming to have to walk a lot of places.

After they went out, on one side, Nadir came out: "My lord, are we really going to take people?"

Hearing this, Artis smiled mysteriously: "Of course I am going, not only I am going, but also fast."

"Nadir, how many people can we use now!" He suddenly stood up and said.

As he got up, behind him, a strong and heavy fortune suddenly gathered, faintly combined with a star under the dominance of a purple qi, an aura radiated out, with a very noble **** Sex, one dare not look directly at it.

In front of him, sensing this momentum, Nadir couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring, and seriously responded: "There are currently 500 people directly under the army, and 50 guards who are in charge of the town’s security at ordinary times. At the same time, the men in the town are free. There is training at all times, and when necessary, troops of nearly three thousand people can be drawn out."

Attis nodded, and at the same time looked at the person behind Nadir: "Carter!"

"Yes!" This is a burly man in a leather jacket, with some thick hair on his body, watching Attis respond loudly.

"How many people can your tribe produce!" Attis asked, looking at him.

Opposite, the big man thought for a while, and said: "If all the adult men in our tribe are pulled up, then under the call of the great **** of nature, we can produce at least a thousand people. A powerful fighter in combat."

"Five thousand people? Almost enough!" Adis thought in his heart, and then looked at the last person.

It was an old man wearing a green-gold sacrificial robe, just standing quietly by the side, without saying a word, the divine power fluctuating on his body was extremely powerful, and he was a high priest.

Sensing Attis' gaze, the old man lowered his head slightly with a respectful expression: "Dear Sir Narba, our tribe obeys your will."

Seeing this, Artis smiled and nodded. In the induction of the sacrifice in the audience, a powerful divine power gradually emerged from him, slowly waking up.

"My god! Are you finally waking up?" In response to this divine power, the old man prayed piously in his heart, and an inexplicable throbbing hit his heart.