Chapter 717, Chaotic Contact, Rejecting the Orb

Author: Yuan Zhen’s Fish

Chapter 717, Chaotic Contact, Rejecting the Orb

Kil frowned and looked at the huge flames burning in the sky, while in his narration, several young male refugees who were soaked in water were picking up the hands and feet of the dead bandit's body in pairs, carrying the high-temperature flames of the fire.

, quickly approached, swung his hand vigorously, and threw the bodies of the bandits onto the fire.

In just a few seconds, the wet water droplets on their bodies will quickly evaporate into water vapor and dry up. They must return as soon as possible and let their companions pour the stream water on them.

Even though Kil was more resistant to heat, he couldn't get too close to the fire. He stood near the fire as a safety net, and directly lifted the bodies that were not thrown into the fire into the fire with a full-metal spear.

Do a job of checking for omissions and filling them in.

Not far away, Priest Batal was leading his believers to pray facing the fire that was emitting black smoke.

It's not about the bliss of the afterlife, but just words like prayers to cheer up all the young refugees. After all, the corpses burned at this time are all bandits. So many people died last night, how can the refugees treat the bandits?

They don't have a good look on them. At this time, sharing the same hatred is a good time to accept and recognize each other.

When everyone curses the bandits together, the relationship between them will naturally become closer, and Priest Batal stands in front of people and denounces the crimes of the bandits, which can also greatly increase his status among the refugee group.

This is what Priest Lothar Batal, who has been conducting church activities in villages for the past few years, is what he is best at.

Except for the first generation of immigrants from the empire, most of the immigrants from other countries and the descendants of immigrants from the empire do not have much quality and civilization. In rural areas, due to backward production and unused culture, the villagers in various villages,

I can't say how good the actual quality is.

Everyone often cares about each other, but because they are all from the same village, internal disputes are often more relaxed. But when facing outsiders, they will behave differently. This was explained by Bata, who first came to Changmai Village to preach in the village.

The priest knows this very well.

The simplicity and stupidity, unity and xenophobia of the villagers in the village made him suffer a lot.

Of course, later on, relying on the knowledge taught by the church, he quickly mastered the 'correct way' of dealing with the villagers.

That is, persuade them verbally.

Many people have lived and grown up in the village since they were born. They have very little knowledge. A trip to a nearby town is their biggest conversation piece in a year or two. So when facing young priests who have been trained by the church since childhood,

, they often cannot speak to the priest himself no matter how much they struggle with their words.

Clumsy-talking villagers often can only sit down on the ground angrily during the argument, cover their ears with their hands, and try to face the gushing priest Batar in this way.

The villagers who were somewhat eloquent could only use limited vocabulary and imagination to express their opinions repeatedly and monotonously, and were then verbally silenced by the priests.

Relying on his mouth, Priest Batal won over the believers of the God of Agriculture one after another. Only then did he truly realize the limitations of a single person's power.

It is difficult for him to build the Church of Saturn alone, but believers can do it if they gather together. You move the bricks and I build the tiles, and you raise the pillars and I support them.

At this moment, looking at the eyes looking at him, Priest Batal again thought of the familiar villagers and familiar believers who had been kidnapped.

His eyes were filled with tears again, and he had no choice but to turn his head and look at the raging flames, then pretended that his eyes were irritated by the flames, and then carefully tried to remove the tears from his eyes with the sleeves of his robe.

"Let the last traces of these bandits left in the world fade away. No one will remember them. Their ashes will be scattered into the rivers and mixed into the soil. But our lost friends and companions will be remembered by us for a long time.

Their souls will also go to the place where they should go, sharing endless peace and prosperity. We will each grab a handful of their ashes, take them to distant places, and move forward with us."

On one side of the fire were the bodies of the bandits, while on the other side of the fire were the bodies of the young refugees who died last night. They were both men and women, some of whom had been injured to death in the sudden attack by the bandits.

There were also those who were unfortunately killed while fighting bravely.

The young man who threw the corpse of his companion here was much more cautious in his actions, and there was no need for Keir to repeatedly move the corpse closer to the huge fire.

Not only are corpses being thrown in, but firewood that has been cut into small sections is also being thrown in from a distance by people around to increase the intensity of the fire. After all, there is a lot of water in the human body, and neither bandits nor refugees can accumulate much fat.

of wealthy people.

The only ones who were farthest away from the scene and didn't care about this matter were the businessmen and women who had been rescued from the bandits.

Since the refugees seemed unable to finish the weird shimmering food in their hands, these people gathered around their iron pots and fires, cooking pot after pot of wheat since dawn.

Porridge.

The first pot was cooked by the old businessman himself. It was naturally thick and thin and full of fragrance. The following pots were handed over to the young man he had been looking after for cooking.

The young man who was taught step by step carefully followed the steps taught by the old man and cooked pot after pot of wheat porridge, filling in other people around him who had been detained by the bandits for a long time.

They all seemed to have been tortured by hunger for a long time. No matter how many pots of fragrant wheat porridge the boy made, the others would drink one bowl after another and drink them all.

They also had no shortage of wheat grains for making wheat porridge. If they asked any refugee around the fire, they would be given handfuls of plump grains.

And due to their different identities, they were both young refugees working in the village. When they gave grains of wheat to the hungry rescued businessmen, they often smiled and spoke with happiness and even pride.

Do this emotionally.

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The rescued people who were also in the open space on the roadside of the business, far away from the fire, were the first to spot an approaching donkey cart.

The businessman, who only cared about filling his never-full stomach, didn't pay much attention to a donkey cart coming from nowhere at first. Only when the old businessman looked over, he immediately knew something was wrong.

No one dared to cross this trade road where bandits frequently ravaged with just a donkey cart that couldn't run very fast. It wasn't the empty refugees from various places, nor the extremely stupid businessmen.

The old businessman, who noticed something was wrong based on his experience, stood up suddenly and carefully looked at the donkey cart that was gradually approaching from the west.

The young knight and the young refugee dealt a heavy blow to the bandits. It happened last night. How did the direction of the White Stone City Wall checkpoint know about this?

When the old man saw the strangely dressed church priests on the simple donkey cart, even he frowned and couldn't figure out the purpose of the visitors. (The old businessman had never seen the church with the church of the God of the Dead.

A special divine robe for divine protection. This kind of robe with built-in protection is different from the robes of ordinary priests in appearance and material. He cannot recognize it.)

Ms. Fenia noticed the old businessman who suddenly stood up, and turned her head in the direction he was looking. Only then did she notice a donkey cart and several priests wearing strange clothes.

Moreover, she saw one of them sitting in the front take out a bright sphere as big as a human head from behind when the donkey cart was far away from them.

She was instantly fascinated by that beautiful thing. She swore that it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her life.

A complete spherical shape, transparent crystal or a spherical shell made of glass? And inside were colorful and complex luminescent gems, far more colorful than the most beautiful bouquet she had ever seen.

Not to mention that compared to flowers, they are luminous gemstones and jewelry.

'Oh my God, how much is this thing worth?'

This was her most important thought later.

The old businessman frowned tightly. Although he did not recognize the Rejection Orb held in the arms of the leading priest, the other party stopped the donkey cart at this moment and lined up several priests with the person holding the orb as the center. How?

It doesn't look like he's approaching with good intentions.

He lowered his head and patted the young man who was still working hard to make porridge, said something in his ear, then tidied up his dirty and smelly clothes and walked straight towards the priest.

The young man simply put down the wooden spoon, first sneaked away from here, and then quickly ran towards the crowd surrounding the fire not far away with their backs to them.

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The priests of the God of the Dead, who formed a four-sided battle formation, of course saw the crowd of refugees gathering in the distance, and also saw the huge corpse-burning fire surrounded by those people.

But that doesn't mean anything.

It is still unclear what exactly happened here last night, where so many corpses came from, and whether the person leading the team is good or evil.

To be cautious, the leading priest still took out the treasure he was carrying this time - the Orb of Rejection.

With the existence of this thing, they can at least be invincible. No matter whether it is the large number of young refugees who have been brainwashed and deceived by the members of the Evil God Church, or the brutal bandits who are surrounded by them and controlled by them, they can't do anything to stop them in the orb.

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The Orb of Rejection will repel all unauthorized natural and supernatural forces. Even the divine power and magic of the priest of the God of the Dead cannot invade even a single point within the scope of the Orb of Rejection without his permission.

Swords cannot reach you, arrows cannot come close.

Magic went around it, and he taught divine magic to avoid it.

Naturally, the wrath of heaven recedes and the curse returns to the giver.

With this treasure in hand, he dared to personally lead the other four priests and rush to deal with it as soon as possible.

"Who are you?"

An old man who had been gathering by the fire to rest and eat came towards them. The young priest in the front left of the square formation asked loudly.

After getting closer, the old businessman saw clearly the emblems and patterns of the Church of the Dead on the priests, and then confirmed the identity of the visitor.

The old man made an elegant and standard businessman etiquette and replied: "A few of you, the priests of the Church of the God of the Dead, I am Nobi Fentiga, a businessman from the deep Vita Kingdom in the south of your country. I don't know how many priests there are.

Why is Your Excellency making such a hostile gesture at this time? There are only businessmen and people rescued from the bandits, as well as many poor and helpless refugees."

After the old businessman got closer, he saw from the divine mark on the other person that he was from the Church of the God of the Dead, but it was also the short staff of divine power in the other person's hand. He had experienced a lot and knew that it was the magic in the hands of the nobles.

Dangerous things like weapons.

It is far more dangerous than a flashing sword, and most of the nobles only have one long or short magic wand, but each of these priests has one.

The purpose of these people's arrival was unclear, and he couldn't help but worry about how the young Knight of Kiel had provoked such a group of powerful armed priests.

"Get out of the way, businessman. We will examine and distinguish the identities of these people here and what you are doing now, so don't block the way."

The priest who led the team ignored the old businessman's words and did not drive him away. He led the team forward. As soon as he left, the four priests surrounding him also moved. The old businessman originally wanted to speak more, but his

His body was suddenly pushed aside by an invisible force. Although it did not hurt him, the force of repulsion could not be stopped at all.

The old shoes on his feet rubbed against the sand on the ground, and he was pushed sideways in a strange posture.
To be continued...