Reckless Through The New World

While Panda and Gerald were chatting privately, the poor farmer whose whole family was killed by the robber had finished his tragic experience.

After listening to his self-report, everyone in the audience sighed one after another, and some of the young and vigorous even showed a look of righteous indignation. If the group of robbers were in front of them, maybe they would rush to fight.

But at this moment, an old preacher walked over and asked in a voice that was not very loud but enough for everyone to hear: "Why do you think this happened to you?"

The farmer thought about it and said, "Because our village is too far from the city and lacks protection?"

The old man shook his head: "There are always villages far from the city."

"Then...because there are no good retired adventurers living in our village? Because our self-defense force is not strong enough?"

"How many villages in the world are so powerful that robbers dare not provoke them? This is just a delusion."

The farmer thought about it again and said, "Because our Molai lords are not effective in suppressing bandits?"

"You are not the lord's relatives, why should he risk losing his own army in order to help you suppress bandits?" The old man still shook his head.

The farmer looked blank: "I really can't think of it."

The old man sighed and said, "Actually, the reason is very simple, bad luck."

"Unlucky?"

"That's right. There are a lot of robbers in this world, and it often happens that robbers loot villages, kill people and steal goods. This time it's you, next time it's someone else... As a civilian, how can you resist the robbery of robbers? Bad luck."

"Just 'bad luck'?" The farmer's voice rose a little.

The old man nodded: "It's just 'unlucky'. There are always lucky times and unlucky times in life, but sometimes things are small, and sometimes things are big. When you are lucky, some people can meet adventurers and monsters who perish together. Bai picked up a fortune that would allow him to eat and clothe himself in the second half of his life; when bad luck, how many villages were swept into ashes by the fire of war, there are also some."

"You have probably heard that Thrace and Molai have been fighting in the past few years, and many people have died on both sides. Those who died on the battlefield, do they have any reason? The lords want to compete for territory. , what's the matter with them? But the lord is still alive, but they are dead."

"Last summer, the Thracian army carried out a massacre in Norma, **** blood. Why were the civilians killed? Just bad luck. And why did the Thracians commit massacres? Because their army suffered In the landslide, the marshal's son and many soldiers died in the landslide, and they want revenge. But can they still take revenge on the mountain? They are just unlucky."

He sighed again and said, "That's how people live, lucky and unlucky, there are no rules, and I don't know when it will happen... In this world, we are all just little people worth noting, and we are like dust. As soon as the wind of fate blows, I don’t know where it will go, I’m busy like an ant, but I don’t know when I’m trampled to death by a big thing passing by.

"There are many unfortunate people in this world, and we are just a part of it. Unfortunate people like us have been in the past, there are now, and there will always be in the future. It's not worth mentioning."

The old man's voice carried a strange rhythm, causing strange echoes in the air, and the words of "unlucky" kept reverberating, deep and full of weight, and reverberating in the hearts of the lower-class believers.

So the believers became depressed, they were downcast, and their faces were full of despair. A low and depressed atmosphere slowly spread, making them more and more lethargic.

Then, other believers came to the stage to introduce their own misfortune and accept the "enlightenment" of these preaching elders.

Little by little time passed, it was getting dark, and the torches were lit, illuminating the small pulpit. Under the beating flames, the figure swayed, filled with a disturbing and eerie aura.

As the atmosphere became more and more depressed and desperate, the light of the torch seemed to be more and more gloomy, and the swaying figures were also shadowy.

Panda noticed that more than one believer had turned pale, his body was trembling, and he was so trembling that he could barely sit still.

At this moment, a tall and strong senior believer came out and said loudly: "So I want to pray to the great Majesty Ocasas! As long as I pray to him sincerely, I can be reincarnated into his body after death. Inside. There is no disaster, no danger, and no bad luck of all kinds. I can live in peace and stability until He wakes up completely and devours the world—and then I can invite my relatives to reunite , help them also reincarnate in the body of His Majesty Okassas, and enjoy a stable and happy life together!"

"Compared with a happy future, what is the bad luck and pain in front of me? I am not unlucky, I am lucky, because I am fortunate to have contact with the correct belief, and I will get a glorious future!"

He looked down at everyone proudly: "Blessed are you who have the same faith as me! The great Ocasas promises all those who believe in him to receive this blessing. You are like me, as long as you pray sincerely, you will be blessed. Such a good result.”

As he spoke, there seemed to be a rumble of thunder, which washed away the dust and swept away the atmosphere of low despair. Even those ghosts and ghosts also dissipated in the thunderous words, and the preaching field echoed with passionate voices. atmosphere.

"Come and cheer with me, we are blessed!"

A "lower religious" stood up, raised his hands and shouted, "Blessed are we!"

Other low-level believers also stood up, raised their hands and shouted: "Blessed are we!"

"Praise the great Okasas!"

"Praise the great Okasas!"

...

Panda raised his hand and shouted, looking very excited, but he was secretly sneering in his heart.

A cult is a cult, and he had seen such a method in the anti-cult propaganda film.

The low-level believer who cheered first was clearly a "child", and the swaying figures just now were clearly summoned by a few magicians not far away.

It's just... something surprised him a little bit.

This Ocasas sect, in addition to the fireball and lightning self-destruction qualities, actually knows the necromancy.

Could it be... they are also related to the undead forces?

Or maybe they are simply a peripheral organization of the necromancy?