Chapter 22: Land of Redemption
George nodded and thought in his heart: 'Johannes is considered the easternmost side of this Black Pearl Valley, and that Wingwind City in the east is the last fortress before my door. As long as it is there, the whole valley will be much quieter...'
This news raised some hope in his heart.
Before the House of Adeline claimed its vassalage, it had been the king of the Western Realm. After claiming vassalage, they became the guardians of the southwest border of the Rodunk Kingdom.
His land was vast, the plains in the south were rich in grain, the pastures in the north, and the valley of the Black Pearl, which was famous for its wine, silver and precious stones, in the west of the city of Rongfeng, was his backyard that provided him with a constant supply of 'gold'.
The Duke's city of Rongfeng is actually the largest city fortress in the entire Western Realm, guarding the main transportation routes. Once during the war, the southern vassal states came from the south several times with great force, but they all ended up sinking before the city of Rongfeng.
The fortress of Rongfeng City, with the Duke's 'Iron Wall Knights', is very famous.
This is an impenetrable fortress of steel, as long as it is still there, the most western part of the kingdom will be there. And no matter who sits on the throne, the status of the Adeline family has never changed in a thousand years. So for successive dukes, all that changed was their identity - a constant shift between King of the West and Guardian of the West.
George suddenly remembered that many of the monsters came from the east, and the king's capital was also in the direction further east of Ariadne. So he hurriedly asked another follow-up question, "When you were fleeing, did you encounter any refugees from the king's capital?"
"Yes, sir. At that time, there were refugees everywhere. There were monsters on the road. I heard that the situation in the royal capital was also very bad..." The old blacksmith shook his head and said, seemingly recalling the scene when he fled, a trace of despair came from his gaze: "The Black Year of the Blood Moon is finally over, the black tide has temporarily faded, and hopefully it won't come back..."
'Listen to his meaning, it seems that the black tide has not been the first time to come. And this fog, it's not the worst?' George suddenly frowned, the cathedral he was practicing in was in the middle of the royal capital. But he didn't remember such a thing at all. Even words like blood moon black year and black tide were the first time he heard of them.
Above the diary, apart from the 'last words' that he had written with his own hand yesterday, further on was the account book...
He couldn't help but ask, "How long have you been here?"
"I can't quite remember the number of years. You know, who still keeps track of the number now... But we've seen five big snows here, so it must be almost four or five years, right?" Speaking of which, the old blacksmith suddenly sighed: "It's the year of fog, I don't know when the blood moon will come again..."
'Five years? The time I went to 'St. Verlake's Cathedral', that's seven or eight years!'
George suddenly felt some confusion in his thinking, his heart puffed and puffed, how can not recall those missing memories.
He felt some bouts of dizziness, a gray and gold stars in front of his eyes, his head buzzing inside, for several days to suppress his banging heart. After easing over, he found that old Duke and several young men were holding themselves on their horses, asking concerned questions.
"My lord? My Lord? What happened to you?"
"Nothing, nothing... I just heard the voice of God..."
These words made the surrounding crowd look surprised, and they excitedly gathered around wanting to ask in detail what the gods had actually said. Yet the lord had already spurred his horse away - just like those great magi, very mysterious.
In the last part of the journey, George had used the scroll to stop encountering any zombies. Yet there were some wolves that began to hang behind the group.
They seemed to be following the corpses of those zombies seeking over.
''These cunning things are smart as hell. Seems to be able to distinguish between the old and the young, the sick and the disabled. Probably treating these villagers as two-legged sheep!'
But there were not only sheep in the group, but also sheepdogs.
George found that the hunters in the village, although they were very wimpy in the face of the bandits. But when dealing with the wolves, they were no less than those bandits. After finding the wolves, they took the initiative to follow the escorts into the mist with their crude javelins and bows and arrows, and dragged back the bodies of several wolves in no time.
For those hunters, he observed them carefully.
The bows in their hands were poor, but the javelins were well thrown, and they were at the same level as the squires. Although those wolves were very nimble, ten or so javelins skimmed together, and the unlucky ones were stuck in the body and could not escape, while the other wolves, because they had not gathered in a pile. Faced with so many people, they all ran away.
It seems that one thing is really one thing. Alexander dealt with seven or eight wolves so effortlessly. But these hunters, who together could not beat Alexander with one hand, were able to easily finish off those wolves to.''
The Rodunk Kingdom is in the north, and javelin throwing is a skill that the mountain people are very skillful at. Because of the fog, the effect of the crossbow was weakened, and the clear sight distance of 50 or 60 paces was the best range for the javelins to work!
After the squires and hunters went a few times, the wolves behind them stopped hanging around. It didn't take long for the team to get rid of the peepers.
It wasn't until the sky was already about to darken that the residents followed the lord lord and returned to his Johannes.
As they entered the confines of the shelter, the lords were amazed to find it much brighter than outside, and without any mists!
It was as if there was a big hole in the clouds, spilling that golden sunset alone!
They had long been accustomed to that hazy fog and gloomy sky, and had never seen such light in these dark and chaotic times.
This strange sight was like a miracle in their eyes!
"Holy Land! O Holy Land!!! The place of our salvation! ~" I don't know who was the first to yell out (sounded a lot like Martin), and then there was the first person in that dazed and dumbfounded in the hands of the things put down, fell to the ground and worshiped.
Then said some people clattered in the noise of shouting put down their things, hands together and fell to the ground.
They called out the name of God, began a devout prayer and pilgrimage, confused George did not know what to do.
He looked at the shelter not far away, with the sunset in the sky, and suddenly his heart was also a sudden shock: "It is too fucking pushy."
The timing of this can be said to have done just right, he saw the light yesterday when he returned with the escort, but not such a shock!
The scene was a bit chaotic, and George tried everything he could to get these to stop this behavior and get into the shelter quickly. Even shouting that there were wolves behind them didn't work.
Even those escorts are crazy! Thinking that it was that the gods had manifested and they had ushered in salvation!
Only that Alexander slapped the back of his head and stood there wondering.
Seeing this scene, George was dumbfounded: "Is it so charming? It's not like it's fucking *** and gold!"
"This motherfucker, hurry up and get me inside! In a minute the wolves and corpses are coming over!"
He grabbed his hair and shouted, looked up around for help, yet found that in addition to himself and Alexander, and a female madman at the end did not kneel down, seeing this scene, he knew that he could not point to anyone again.
Suddenly he suddenly had a bright idea, raised his whip and spurred his horse in front, pointed toward the center of that shelter, and yelled: "Look! God is calling His people! He's telling us to get in!"
That's what brought those people back to their senses.
Then there was even more confusion!
The crowd ran past in a hail of shouts...
"Get the stuff!!! I'll be fucking kidding!!!"
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