Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

From the reaction of the Silver Moon Guard, we can see that although Bard had previously promoted his "heresy" among the mountain people, he actually did not reveal the information of the "Ember Cult" itself.

It is like just casting a wide net and giving benefits, and it has not yet reached the stage of pulling people into the group.

As a pure passerby, it is always easier to convince people than to brag.

So when the crowd saw the performance of the Iron Guard, they did not let them think in the direction of another sect-this is also because the Embers Cult is an outlier among the many religious groups on the mainland. It is better to say that it is just a layer of skin and borrowed organizational structure.

Lu Meng specially asked the Iron Guard to come forward to verify this point.

The flame on the warrior's palm quickly extinguished, and the underground hole returned to its original appearance, shrouded in the light of the glorious lantern. However, if everyone could adapt to it originally, this time under the sudden contrast, it couldn't help but make people feel a little dim.

Then, Lu Dai took some small motors and machines from the pack animals and demonstrated them to the mountain people one by one. In fact, the mechanic apprentice was also very curious. She knew that the depression lagoon used to be an oil production platform, but unfortunately the reserves had long been exhausted. She didn't know where the Red King's team got so much fuel.

If it was all imported from the Black Desert, the cost could be said to be quite high.

It can be said that they didn't care about the cost.

The leader was relieved to see that what Bo said was true, and the other mountain people discussed it enthusiastically. They were called "mountain people" but they were not closed.

As descendants of the Ai Mine, they had more or less heard and seen those huge excavator furnaces. If they could be restarted, the mountain people could at least smelt metals by themselves and try to make weapons and armor, instead of using old goods that had been stored for decades.

In the ruins of the mining capital, there was no idea how much high-quality ore had been mined, but in the end, metals could not be smelted.

It was indeed starving to death while guarding the gold mountain.

For example, the moon blades of the Silver Moon Guards were fine, as they were all first-rate high-quality goods. However, long-range weapons such as crossbows with sophisticated parts would be difficult to use if they were corroded and decayed.

They could only be remade.

It was also for this reason that when they hunted cannibals, they had to fight in person and in close combat - so everyone's martial arts were well-trained. There were few other tribes in the world that grew up in such a tragic environment. I'm afraid only the Shak tribe, which was full of martial arts in the past, could be compared.

Now, even many of the Silver Moon Guards who had always been serious in guarding the captives could not help but join the discussion, which was enough to show that its potential impact was huge.

"Fire and oil..." However, only the man who listened to the report and seemed to be the leader of the Silver Moon Guards had a solemn expression. He looked at the arrogant captive lying on the ground, still remembering the other party's solemn "prophecy".

The first one is easy to say, and it does solve their current problem: Ai Mining Town originally had some fuel reserves, but after the Blood Rebellion, the suppression and plundering by the coalition forces, and the pure consumption of several generations, there is little left, and it is a bit difficult to use it to maintain the "blood pool", and it will not last long.

The preacher has ordered them, the top leaders, to find a way to find extra energy, but it is almost impossible to do so.

Under the circumstances of last resort, they can only break out of Ai Mining Town and go to other places - but how difficult is it to break through the blockade design of the coalition forces and break through the high wall shield?

Even if they succeed, it is unknown whether the entire mountain tribe of tens of thousands of people living in the underground mine tunnels will survive.

I am afraid that there will be only a small village left.

Therefore, when he heard that an outsider came to trade with a whole caravan of pack animals for fuel, he was happy and surprised and made an exception to contact.

But if the "oil and fire" one is realized, the remaining two prophecies may not be a good thing... The premise of their occurrence is definitely a disaster for the mountain tribe.

It was precisely because of the second one that the priests ordered Bard to be arrested, otherwise it would be just a daydream.

Now...

"Take them over, Mi Luo." At this time, a vicissitudes of life and hoarse voice sounded in the hollow, and an old man stood up from the ground. It was a woman. It turned out that she was not a captive. "All this is within the preacher's expectations."

The old woman was wearing a dark red robe. Before, whether it was the noisy captives or the arrival of Lu Meng and others, she did not react. But this time, when she stood up, all the mountain people, including the Silver Moon Guards, bowed deeply to her:

"Blood Moon Priest."

The Shak captive on the ground looked at the old man, the fear in his eyes became more obvious, twisting and trying to struggle; the soldier bee on the other side was also tied up, but his body was obviously more flexible, and he had quietly blocked in front of the Shak captive, opening and closing his mouth.

But the sound of "ah, ah" was a hollow and leaky sound.

The soldier bee's tongue had been cut off.

The Shek captive glared at him, but calmed down as if he was comforted.

Hearing the words of the Blood Moon Priest, Bard, who was still gagged, showed a playful and sarcastic look on his face. The Silver Moon Guard saw it and gave him another spanking.

The old woman was oblivious to everything around her. She just looked at the leader of the Silver Moon Guard, clasped her hands upside down and put them against her chest to salute, saying: "The preacher wants food, so we have food; he wants peace, so we have peace... Now he wants fire, so someone has sent fuel."

"Isn't all this exactly what Vicher wants?"

"That's what the priest said." The Silver Moon Guard called Mi Luo hurriedly said.

The rest of the mountain people also suddenly realized.

It was the Blood Moon Priest who solved their confusion with one sentence.

Besides, since the priest said so, wouldn't it be disrespectful to her... or even the entire sect to refute it?

Lu Dai was glanced at by the old woman, and he was a little flustered. He quickly put away his things and hid behind Lu Meng, poking his lower back and whispered: "Are all you believers like this?"

"Not always." Lu Meng put his hands behind his back and flicked her fingers away, "People always tend to explain everything with the worldview they already have. Sometimes this is also a kind of wisdom and protection."

Similarly, it can also be used.

This mine tunnel is empty and branches into multiple passages: the tunnel on the left is full of rubble, with only a gap wide enough for one person; the middle passage is flat and has a tool rack on the wall; the right side leads to a steep slope with a capstan and pulley fixed on the top... The humid air is filled with the smell of rust, mold and blood.

The tools left by the miners in the past are scattered everywhere: broken iron picks, rusty shovels, and broken mining lamps.

It is not surprising that it is similar to the isolation valve of the mountain dwellings. Whether it is the captured captives or the hunters and guards returning from outside, they arrive here first.

If there is no guidance, you don’t know where to go.

It is very likely that there is a dead end in front of you, and if it is blocked from behind, you can only be buried underground.

Because of this buffer, it doesn’t matter what happens outside.

Mi Luo is the leader of this Silver Moon Guard, but the real person in charge is undoubtedly the Blood Moon Priest.

The Blood Moon Priest dispelled the doubts of the believers with just a few words, and brought their thoughts back to the right track of Vicher. At this time, he couldn't help feeling a little proud.

The old woman swept these outsiders with her already dim eyes, but what made her frown was that these outsiders always looked quite indifferent, as if they didn't think that Vicher was anything great.

'They are all boys who disrespect the truth... There seem to be more and more such people. '

The Blood Moon Priest thought to himself, and at the same time confessed his sins in his heart.

In this case, let them see what the true great creation and cycle of nature is...

"Take everyone." The Blood Moon Priest waved his hand, and the Silver Moon Guards began to act, not against Lu Meng and the others, but to take the remaining captives away, and at the same time, the mountain people picked up the clay pots in the corner of the cave.

The guards opened one of the tightly guarded entrances. The passage suddenly became narrow, and even two pack animals could not pass side by side. If it was Lu Meng's iron bull or Xiao Gu, who had transformed into a white wolf, they would definitely be stuck here.

"You are behind." Lu Meng took out something and threw it to Lu Dai.

The mechanic apprentice took it and saw that it was a breathing mask for a swamp ninja.

She was a little confused, but she still put it on obediently, coiled a braid and put it at the end of the team.

Xiao Gu was unusually irritable.

This time, going inside, it was still winding, but not going down, and even had the intention of climbing towards the ground.

The team moved slowly forward in the mine tunnel, the stone walls squeezed the shoulders on both sides, and gravel slid down from the top of the head from time to time. The footsteps echoed in the narrow passage, interweaving with the sound of dripping water into a strange rhythm, and everyone's breathing became heavy and rapid.

The rock layer occasionally made a low roar, and the vibration conveyed the restlessness deep in the earth.

It was like a giant beast was sleeping.

Finally, the ancient metal gate opened.

The blood and stench gushed out, and everyone who followed changed their faces except the mountain people.

In front of them was a big pit opened from the ground, as wide as a lake where you can cruise.

But it was not filled with water.

It was a sea of ​​blood.

Corpses of different degrees of decay were twisted and piled up in it, crawling with dense mosquitoes and flies.

Under the corpses, an unknown liquid accumulated and flowed, and even swirled, as if it was sucked to another place by something.

Stored.

There was also an opening above the hole to collect and discharge "waste gas".

"Welcome to... the blood pool..." The old woman began to cough violently, but her face was flushed with excitement.

The place where the group was was just the edge of the blood pool, the only cliff-like protrusion where people could stand. Even though the warriors of the Ash Cult were all strong, they still felt short of breath for a moment.

But the Silver Moon Guards were able to move freely.

They held the earthen jar, stood at the edge, opened the lid, and poured the contents into the blood pool.

It flowed out.

It was a mixture of blood and flesh.

"Blood is offered to the yellow sand..." Lu Meng had already understood it, and said softly.

This is fertilizer.

In the abandoned mining capital, deep in the secluded mountains, this stone land that has always been barren since ancient times, if you still want to avoid the fate of becoming a cannibal and cultivate normally to obtain food...

You can only water it with the "blood" of your own kind.

Those mountain people who met them went out to do these things.

Although the curse is terrible.

But there is still a way to avoid it.

But its essence is the same.

From the riotous and competitive wild people, to the cannibalistic city dwellers, and finally the mountain people who used corpses as fertilizer to cultivate the land...what happened in Aikuang Town has never changed.

Of course, the "preacher" who could think of this method can be regarded as a genius in a certain sense. No wonder the Witcher sect can be popular among the mountain people and rule them.

After all, if there were unbelievers, they would have turned into part of the blood pool fertilizer.

But on the other side, the Blood Moon Priest heard the prayers that Lu Meng recited, and her face was surprised. She turned around and looked at the leader who brought them in, only to see that the other party immediately shook his head, with the same surprise on his face.

Obviously before this, they did not mention the beliefs or scriptures of the Witcher sect when they met.

So how did this young man know about it?

Noticing the old woman's gaze on him, Lu Meng smiled at her: "Dedicate your body to the vultures, and your soul to the wind and sand... Nourish life with death, and breed new buds with decay... With the great power of the Lord Preacher, the light of faith of Viche must not only shine between the mountains and the land of this sad mine town, right?"

As Lu Meng spoke, the face of the Blood Moon Priest changed several times, from suspicion to surprise, and finally even a trace of joy appeared on his face, and he said repeatedly: "Yes, yes... That's the truth!"

This child...

has wisdom!

She brought these people to the secret blood pool of the Viche sect, originally wanting to shock them, but unexpectedly she also led them to enlightenment.

This time, the good impression doubled.

Moreover, the Blood Moon Priest vaguely felt that the unknown young man in front of him seemed to have some of their preacher's temperament...

Bard, who was escorted in the distance, had his mouth blocked and could only roll his eyes.

He is worthy of being the founder of the Embers Cult.

He was so good at pretending to be a god.

In this respect, even this bard could only admit defeat.

However, Bard was so calm, but the other captives were different. Except for the cannibals, the rest of them were already limp the moment they saw the blood pool.

How could they not know now.

The fate they were about to face.

In this 20-meter-square pit, countless corpses were piled up, squeezing and twisting each other... and finally sinking continuously under the heat of fermentation.

As for the thick silt deposited at the bottom, it was the final destination of countless corpses.

It was also the nutrient that nourished new life.

It was like a reincarnation cycle.