When these five people escaped from the mansion, they took away everything they could, including coins and a variety of gold and silver utensils.
Under the command of the man, after leaving this temporary village, they followed the road directly to the next town.
Coincidentally, this town is holding a blood sacrifice to please the Lord of Suffering and to bless the successful completion of the giant tower far away.
The priest of the Temple of Misery, he stood on a high platform, with a group of slaves gathered underneath, looking at a young mountain fortune teller tied to a pillar in front of him.
The man looked at the young man who had been subjected to blood sacrifice. He was blindfolded and his mouth was gagged. The priest raised his ceremonial scimitar and slowly cut open his belly, chanting scriptures and consecrating him while cutting.
Cassel stared at these, seeing such cruel scenes for the first time.
However, those slaves obeyed the priest's orders, knelt on the ground, and collectively begged the Lord of Suffering, turning a blind eye to the death of the young Qingshan fortune teller.
The tall Keck stared at this angrily, his clenched fists trembling.
The man just said: "We need to find people who are as angry about this as we are. There will always be people who won't give in."
After the whole blood sacrifice was over, the slaves went about their duties.
They randomly found a house and found out that the entire village belonged to the priests and that they were all slaves of the priests.
The slaves of that family were very attentive and careful towards them, and did not dare to slack off. They shouted "Master" one after another, treating them as nobles passing by.
Since they escaped in time, they also brought the noble attire from the mansion with them, plus the three horses they brought out, so no one regarded them as escaped slaves.
"Who is the young man who died?" the man asked.
"Sir, this is Abdul Ladef," the slave bowed.
"Does he have any siblings?"
"Yes, although he is a patient with tuberculosis, he has a young and strong brother, also named Abdul." The slave answered truthfully.
"Why sacrifice his blood?" Keck couldn't help but ask.
"This tall gentleman, because he is a tuberculosis." The slave replied in surprise, not knowing what was wrong with this question.
Keck held back the anger that surged into his trachea and throat.
"Take me to his brother," the man said to the slave.
The slave led them obediently and didn't feel anything was wrong. He led these people through the field ridges and over the guardrail. At the edge of the village, nestled in a corner under the bridge, he found Abdul, the young man. Man's younger brother.
The man looked at him and saw him staring intently at the temple where the priests lived in the village.
After sending the slave back, the man walked down the slope and came to Abdul.
"Your brother is dead."
Abdul twisted his head and stared at the man angrily.
The man convinced him with just one sentence.
"Let's go, we will take you to revenge."
It's dusk today.
Six men broke into the priest's temple, carrying several ready-made wood-cutting axes and two long swords.
Before the priest and his servant could react, they fell under the sudden sword.
Abdul raised his wood-cutting ax over and over again and struck the priest from his head to his belly.
The five people looked at the angry man silently.
"Where are you going?" Abdul said slowly, with blood all over his body, "Take me with you, I will be your slave."
To Abdul's surprise, the man pointed at the priest and said, "You are not a slave. Your shackles have been cut off by yourself."
Abdul looked at the man blankly.
"Come, follow us,
We bring people who are as angry as you,
We go to awaken those souls that refuse to surrender. "
That night, they grew stronger, and when they left the village, they were already a team of eight people.
at night.
They were far away from the village, and the men sat on the grass around a campfire.
The man sat between them and opened the diary, which recorded verses and sentences, as well as his summary of each time.
"The Lord says: 'I am everywhere and I am everywhere.'"
"The Lord also said: 'Hell is not hell, and the world can still be recreated.'"
After the man finished speaking, he began to explain the scriptures to these people.
As he does every night, men understand that in order to be saved, they must abandon their original god who encourages people to suffer and accept a new faith.
"Nongtou...if hell is not hell, what is it?" Colvin asked in confusion.
"It can be the human world." The man said, pulling up a grass on the ground, "Look at this green grass, there is water and wheat here, it is no different from the human world. We can recreate the human world here.
We will smash the statue of the hero and overthrow King Andri in the palace. "
Except for Cassel, several people present couldn't help but feel extremely shocked. The first half of the sentence was already a heinous crime. To overthrow King Andre? How treasonous that is.
Colvin asked carefully: "But, Farmer, what should we do without the king?"
"The Lord saw the first king in the world and was tortured in hell." The man stared at him, "The Lord said: 'Thinking that people want to have a king is the biggest mistake.'"
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Three months later, the men's team grew rapidly.
From the five people brought back from the farm at the beginning, to three months later, they had gathered more than 60 people, all of whom were from those who had suffered all kinds of hardships and oppression, but still did not lose hope or surrender.
The man preached the Bible almost every night, and the Lord of salvation has been deeply engraved in everyone's heart since then.
After the team grew, they began to rob the nobles. Almost everyone hated them, and because they were inspired by men, there was no reason why they couldn't do it.
Men will use most of the plundered wealth to buy food, weapons, and armor, leaving a small amount for spare use, and none of it will be used for enjoyment, even if there is someone to persuade them.
Facing the few people who were bewitched by money, the man said: "Do you want me to be the one who oppresses you and your family?"
Those few who attempt to induce or are unable to resist temptation will be severely punished once discovered - men have established several rules.
There will never be a time when food is insufficient for this team.
Another reason why so many people gathered in such a short period of time cannot be ignored:
Wherever this group of people went, they distributed food.
Along with them, there is also a faith that is different from the Lord of suffering, the Lord of salvation who says "I am, I am".
When the entire team was about to grow to a hundred people, the men realized that the wealth gained from robbing nobles alone was no longer enough to maintain the entire team. They must have their own territory.
In order to ensure that he could continue to develop stably, the man kept unfolding the map for nearly half a month and discussed with his companions. Finally, they chose a borderland on the edge of the desert, a barony called Salar Territory. They inquired and found out that there was an old castle there, but it was left vacant because the baron preferred his farmhouse to the dark and cold castle.
Moreover, after their inquiries, they found that due to the obedience of the slaves, the baron did not even plan to promote guards or knights, and even the training of guards was often left vacant.
On a prehistoric boulder, the man and Cassel were sitting there, with a map in front of them that they had found from a nobleman's carriage.
The man pointed to Salar Territory, which is located in the southeast corner of the entire map. It is estimated that when he reaches there, the huge tower in the distance will disappear in the heavy clouds and mist.
"It should have a new name." Cassel told the man. "Chief, we are going to capture it. We should give it a name to symbolize our new life."
"Well said, Cassel," the man smiled at Cassel.
The man immediately felt that the curve of the corners of his mouth was unnatural and very stiff. Looking back, he had not smiled for a long time.
"Name it, my friend, for our Lord," said Cassel, "overthrow Queen Andry, and I will write a long poem to record these days."
“That would be an epic.”
"Absolutely." Cassel paused, half joking and half serious: "The epic begins today."
"No, not today." The man stared at the candlestick at his hand, "It was many years ago."
"Think of a name. No matter what day it starts, today will be an important chapter."
About the new country that is about to be born, the Shanbu people.
The man faced the map, and after a long time, stared at the candlestick.
With indescribable emotions, he spit out a real Awen name:
"Alan will do it."
That is the name recorded in the scriptures. It belongs to a saint. He is famous for wandering around all over the world and curing diseases for poor people. He brings his faith wherever he goes.
Many years later, when Cassell is old, the consul who has written countless long poems will recall the nameless man, the man who has tasted all the suffering in the world, when he is dying.
Kassel would recall that borderland and the sunrise and sunset in the desert. At that time, he could always see men walking among the crowd.
Among all the Shabu people who have cut off their shackles, Aylan will have a new meaning.
The city where hope begins.
