Plural Apostles

Until he was forcibly stuffed with a mouthful of steamed stuffed buns and fell asleep, and almost died peacefully.

The impression points are just dropping...

"...It seems that something is not right as expected."

Ji Zi frowned slightly, and looked at the area not far below. Judging from the situation in the city I saw before, the civilization on this planet should have developed to a certain level, but it doesn't look that way now. It’s the same thing, but it’s a combination of falling asleep and arriving here, the environment on the previous planet, those monsters, and demigod factors... I feel that any problem is possible.

Weeds covered the soil in a mess, with a little cold dew, and some fog that hadn't cleared around, but in this seemingly untied place, there was a camp, but it felt like a camp. It's too flattering.

All kinds of thick cloth pieces are propped up with branches, and the corners are pressed with stones, which is a small tent. Tents are next to tents. There are roughly twenty or so of them, and there are also some human-shaped wisdom. Life, in humble clothing, was looking for something in the surroundings of the camp.

Judging from various aspects of feeling, this group of humans gave Siegfried a very subtle feeling. From the observation point of view, these humans are physically weak, and from time to time they can hear gurgling bellies from the wind , the mental state also looks quite poor, giving him a feeling that this group of people are refugees.

It's just... In addition to these five senses on the material level, Siegfried also discovered that everyone below has a weak special energy in their bodies. Everyone seems to be a race born with some special abilities. But this particularity is relative to the standard human beings on Earth.

The special feature of intelligent life compared with ordinary creatures is that it possesses wisdom and thinking. Intelligent creatures also have special features for each other. The spiritual power is relatively strong, and it is only after the connection of most human spirits that the racial consciousness aggregate of the sky is born.

Although they hold the special energy that they were born with, it doesn't look any different. Mortals are still material creatures in essence, and they will die if they don't eat. At most, they can last a little longer than standard humans?

In Siegfried's visual feedback, the special energy in the bodies of these moving humans gathers in the stomach to maintain the operation of physiological functions, but it only allows them to live and have a certain amount of physical activity. If the thin special energy is exhausted and there is no food, then these human beings should face the end of starvation.

"Siegfried, do you want to get in touch?" Kallen asked for something, with three big characters "Go to Kangkang" written in her eyes, "Their situation seems to be very bad..."

"It's definitely going to go out, but I always feel that there is something strange about these humans, let's go and have a look first."

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Winter is coming, and a few days ago, a fluttering fine snowflake is a sign. After the fine snowflakes melt, the temperature in all places will start to drop, the river will freeze, the wild animals will disappear, and the plants in the mountains and forests will swallow their last breath. Rotting in the ground, with the bitter cold wind blowing, most human activities will come to a standstill.

The nobles will bring their servants into the castle and give them a little food to survive the continuous three or four months of winter, while the commoners huddle at home and wait for the winter to pass with their surplus food—if they have enough food to survive Words in winter.

The arrival of winter involves the lives of [-]% of human beings, but has nothing to do with other people, such as merchants, knights, mercenaries, magicians, nobles, etc... only related to civilians and slaves.

When winter hits, if there is not enough food reserves, it means that the common people have only two choices - either give up their freedom and sell themselves as slaves to the nobles, or leave the territory and go to the wilderness, and do everything possible to fight. To survive in the wilderness is to become a refugee.

Even if you become a slave and lose your freedom, you will not belong to yourself in the future. It is possible to work until you die suddenly, but it is the best thing to survive. Even if you become a slave, your descendants will always be slaves.

It's a pity that the number of slaves is limited, and the nobles are not willing to waste too much food on the slaves. The slaves only need enough. In this season, buying and selling slaves is also a difficult business, and there are not so many places that need it. Slaves go to work, why raise so many slaves?Too much money?

Freedom is worthless because you can't sell it if you want to.

Xina woke up, she wrapped her clothes slightly, and slowly left the tent which was slightly warmer than outside, a gust of cold wind made her shiver, an unhealthy blush appeared on her face, she clenched her hands slightly Holding a hatchet in her stomach, she concentrates her magic in her stomach, which doesn't satisfy her hunger, but gives her the strength to hunt and dig edible plants.

The only disadvantage is the hunger that always accompanies him before eating. There is no way to overcome it except with willpower.

I hope I can gain something... But be careful not to consume too much magic power, otherwise you won't be able to release even one of the calming spells...

Thinking of a few days ago, one of the refugees was too exhausted and forgot to release the calming spell on himself. As a result, he was swallowed by a nightmare. If the camp manager hadn't discovered it quickly enough, maybe none of the refugees in the entire camp would have survived. .

Xina was about to leave this simple camp to collect food, when she suddenly heard the shout of the manager, the people resting in the camp got up and gathered together in fear and nervousness, holding crude weapons, such as stones, in their hands.

Mercenaries or other refugees?No matter what it is, in such a difficult survival situation, those who do not maintain a vigilant attitude have long since died, or have been captured by some mercenaries with ulterior motives and sent as slaves—different from slaves who are generally defined as tools, but Is a consumable slave.

For example, the ending of the magician's experimental materials.

Xina rushed over with a hatchet in her hand. Her weapon was much higher-end than others. She stole it from a knight's stable when she was fleeing from her own territory. With this magical weapon, she was able to survive in exile. Life has been tough up until now.

Running to the destination, a large group of refugees crowded together, looking ahead with vigilance and fear. On the hillside not far away, a group of strangely dressed people came over. While waving, but no one will let their guard down when it comes to life.

"Uncle Cogne!"

Xina pushed through the crowd, holding a kitchen knife and looking quite intimidating. She ran to the front of the crowd and stared nervously at a middle-aged man who barely kept calm and looked rather weak: "Who are these people?" ? It looks like a nobleman with his wives? Uncle... what should we do?"

"I don't know... Anyway, let's take a look first."

Xina nodded, and stood next to Cogne trustingly, promising that if there was a fight later, she would be able to protect the other party.

"Cough cough cough..." Kogne coughed twice, looking at Siegfried and others who were gradually approaching outside the camp, "Stop! Who are you? What are you doing here?!"

The group of people stopped, and Xina remained vigilant, and then saw the man in the group say something to the young woman next to him, and then the young woman grabbed it out of nowhere A golden sword.

Made of gold?Sure to sell for a lot of money.

The middle-aged man next to him is obviously more knowledgeable than this little girl—space props?Magic equipment? !

Then they saw the young woman swinging her sword casually to the side, and a half-meter-wide gully appeared on the ground, spreading a thousand meters away.

Xina looked at the hatchet in her hand, swallowed, and given her a day, she couldn't dig such a ditch.

All the refugees were shocked.

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"Are you in charge?" Siegfried sat on a stool in the refugee camp, looking at Cogne in front of him, "I have some questions to ask you..."

Kogne sat on the chair, trying to restrain his ignorance, grabbed a handful of soil on the ground, and then a table and two chairs came out?Is it true that you are a magician?

Cogne, who has never seen what a real magician is like, frantically made up his mind, and nodded tremblingly, expressing that I must know everything without saying anything.

So a lot of questions came to his face.

Where are you from?What happened at home?Who is the person who usually manages you?What is the force in your body called?Which country or organization do you belong to?Cogne tried his best to use his brain to answer all kinds of strange questions, especially after he answered, Siegfried who got the information kept asking more questions, but there were some things that he, a refugee, didn't know that's it.

However, it is enough to have a general intelligence outline.