Did the lord get rid of poverty and become rich today?

Qiao Yi had countless possibilities in his head, but he never thought that they would witness an extremely cruel massacre here.

A large group of shapeless refugees were chased away by more than a dozen cavalrymen behind them like driving cattle.

The war horse rushed into the crowd, the knife flashed, and the blood splashed in the night reddened by the torches.

The skinny man knelt on the ground, begging for mercy, and only the blade and iron hoof answered him.

The woman holding the baby was pierced through the chest from the back by the cavalry, staggered a few steps and knelt on the ground, curled up, embraced the child who was stabbed together, and screamed in despair.

Someone tried to flee into the woodland, but was overtaken by grinning cavalry, and fell to the side of the road.

There were also a few small children in the crowd who were dragged by the adults and ran away crying.

Just as the great court was coming, nobles flocked to the capital from all directions.

Maybe it's because it's not ordinary at first glance, the storm leader's team made the cavalry fight against the mouse.

They didn't take the initiative to provoke the storm leaders in the station, as if their mission was to kill these unarmed refugees.

The strong smell of blood that made one almost nauseated wafted over with the night wind.

Qiao stared blankly at the killing not far away, his head was blank, and he felt that everything in front of him seemed to be separated from his consciousness and became fragmented.

Growing up under the red flag, he has never seen blood, and the bloodiest scenes he has seen are just some R-rated movies that have been deleted by relevant departments.

It was the first time he faced the killing at such a close distance, and the stimulation of sight, smell and hearing shattered his sanity into pieces in an instant.

His body was shaking, and his whole body was overwhelmed by great fear and unreasonable anger.

It was as if a large amount of sand had been stuffed into his throat, and he was suffocating harshly, but his body was so stiff that he couldn't move, he couldn't even blink.

It's like the soul has lost control over the body.

A warm hand covered Qiao Yi's eyes, blocking the hell in front of him from sight.

Lando embraced Joe in his arms, and patted him on the back gently, "Don't look."

On the side, the women turned their heads and couldn't bear to look at it, covering their mouths and crying.

The men's eyes were bloodshot, watching the killing over there, but they did not act.

Their duty is only to protect their lord, and anything that would bring danger to the lord must be excluded.

Joe stood there stiffly, his face pale.

He shook his lips, his voice hoarse and dry as if sandpaper had been worn.

"There are children there."

"They're just kids..."

In that group, there was also a little girl, almost as old as his sister.

Qiao Yi's eye sockets were sour and a little blurred.

"Do you want to save them?"

As soon as Joe heard Lando ask him.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Yes, he thought.

But he couldn't throw his people over there to die in vain, they also had wives, children and families.

They were no match for cavalry on horseback.

The desperate cries were close to his ears, and Qiao Yi clenched his teeth, feeling extremely sad.

"I see." Lando touched the top of Qiao Yi's hair, and put a soft kiss on the end of his reddened eyes: "Leave it to me."

Then he let go of Qiao Yi and turned his back to the blood: "Stay here. Don't look back."

The warmth from behind pulled away.

As soon as Joe had time to touch a piece of Lando's clothes, he heard the horse's hoofbeats suddenly became chaotic, and at the same time there was the neighing of the war horse.

It started raining again.

The battlefield behind him did not know when it quieted down, only the faint cries of the wounded and the suppressed cries of children remained.

Qiao Yi's body was still shaking slightly.

"Don't be afraid, it's over."

A hand touched Qiao Yi's head.

As soon as Qiao Yi turned around, he saw a blond elf standing not far away with a sword in his hand, his porcelain-like cheeks were stained a little red, and his rusty-silver white robe was soaked with blood.

No injuries.

"Don't come here, I'm dirty..."

Before the elf finished speaking, he was hugged by Qiao Yi who rushed over.

The pungent smell of blood lingered in his nostrils, and mixed with the fragrance of plants and trees on the opponent's body to form a weird smell, but Qiao Yi hugged the person in front of him even more tightly.

Lando opened his hands and stiffened for a moment, then threw the long sword that was still dripping with blood on the ground, stretched out his arms to hug Qiao Yi, and gently patted Qiao Yi's back comfortingly.

Although the people in the storm collar have long been accustomed to the intimacy between the two, they still couldn't help but quietly drifted over to look.

As soon as Joe, who had calmed down slowly, noticed their gazes, he began to feel embarrassed, and let go of Lando with his red ears.

The refugees who escaped from the claws of the devil obviously haven't recovered yet.

They knelt in the rain, staring blankly at the mess in front of them.

"... to save people." Joe said.

The leaders moved quickly with umbrellas and torches.

Qiao Yi also followed, and Lando grabbed his wrist.

"..."

Qiao Yi shook his head slightly as he looked at Lando, who showed some worry and distress.

He would tear down the tower on the hill, tear down the southern kingdom, and rebuild Stuart.

sooner or later he has to face these

In the face of blood, in the face of... death.

The heart of the battle is brutal.

Qiao Yi resisted the convulsions in his stomach and walked through the corpses all over the ground with his umbrella.

In the light of the fire, the blood was washed by the rain and merged into a black stream. The pale corpses and stumps were piled there, and the wounded and still alive were lying in the mud.

The girl with a big cut on her shoulder was sitting on the ground, surrounded by her father who had his throat slit open with a knife.

A clean hand stretched out in front of her.

The girl raised her dirty little face, blinked her dull eyes that were extra large due to her thinness, and looked at the owner of that hand.

The young man with black hair and dark eyes held an umbrella, bent over, and looked at her tenderly.

The thin fingers raised hesitantly.

Noticing the huge contrast between her dirty hand and the other's white fingers, she retracted her hand and wanted to take it back.

Then her cold hand was held by the other party.

The warm touch is like a warm current, passing from the fingertips all the way through every corner of the body, and finally converging into the sore eye sockets.

"Wow--"

As if her soul was suddenly pulled back to the real world from the torn space, she suddenly threw herself into Qiao Yi's arms, hugging Qiao Yi's leg and howling.

This cry seemed to open the emotional valve.

The people who survived the catastrophe suddenly woke up, and finally vented their accumulated fear and sadness.

Those who were not seriously injured quickly adjusted, and while thanking the leaders for their help, they carried their companions under the canopy of the station together with the leaders.

The women were busy around the campfire, heating hot water, washing bandages, and dressing the wounded with medicine.

Another group of men dug some holes in the woods and buried their dead companions.

All the bodies of cavalrymen who were killed by one blow were buried, and the horses were let go.

The dilapidated inn was quiet and busy in the rainy night.

As for the little girl, she seemed to be tired from crying, holding half a pancake in her arms, hiccupping and sleeping in Qiao Yi's arms, her little face was still stained with tears.

After a simple conversation, Qiao Yi understood the whole story.

A large-scale rebellion broke out in the Duchy of Doka. The rebels joined forces with the rebels from Pittsburgh to occupy the Duchy of Soros. The family of the Duke of Soros and the duke of the Duchy of Doka were all killed, and their heads were hung on the city wall.

The furious young king sent a large number of cavalry to strangle Soros' rebels, and the refugees who were displaced by the rebellion were also affected.

It is much easier to kill these unarmed refugees than to kill the rebels.

So the cavalry often killed the refugees and cut off their right ears, saying that they killed the rebels in exchange for meritorious service.

This is killing good people and taking meritorious deeds.

This small group here is from a village in Doka.

There has been a drought this summer, with little harvest, and now there is a rebellion.

The desperate villagers heard from a businessman from the north that there was a territory in the north that was recruiting a large number of laborers. As long as they worked hard, they would be able to eat and clothe themselves warmly, so they decided to try their luck there.

They decided to go north by boat from Baishuiling. Unexpectedly, they encountered cavalrymen who were going to suppress the rebellion halfway, and they were chased all the way here.

However, there are less than 200 of the more than [-] people left.

"The place you are going to is called... Storm Collar?" Little Robert grasped the point keenly.

He spent some time in Stormland.

In his opinion, the description of these people is exactly the same as that of Stormwind.

If there is a place on this continent that can really achieve "as long as you work hard, you will be full", it is the Stormland Territory.

When the villagers heard what Robert Jr. said, their eyes lit up: "That's right, it's called Storm Collar!"

"You know this place?"

"Is it really like what they say? If you work hard, you will have food?"

They were exploited too badly by their lords.They rented and planted the land of the lord, and had to pay extremely heavy rents and taxes.

Coupled with the growing grain that needs to be kept, even if it is a good year, you have to tighten your belt to live.

This year's drought really made the people lose their way of life, which led to the rebellion.

Little Robert squatted among the villagers, patted his chest and loudly assured that Stormcollar would not let them down.

He danced and danced, describing to the villagers the fertile fields and prosperous factories in Stormwind, which aroused the villagers' admiration and envy.

Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to expose Qiao Yi's identity.

In the eyes of the villagers, they were just going to visit relatives in the capital.

It was still dark when the rain stopped, but the villagers insisted on leaving after being grateful.

They didn't want to cause too much trouble to the Storm Leaders.

Here is not far from Baishui collar, as long as they enter the range of Baishui collar, they will be safe.

It's just that little Tasiya was a little bit reluctant, and her little head was buried in Qiao Yi's arms for a long time, and she refused to make a sound.But in the end, he obediently followed the villagers and left.

She lost all her relatives in exile, her father, mother, and two older brothers.She is currently being cared for by former neighbors.

After bidding farewell to the villagers of Doka, Storm led the crowd to set off again.

It's just that the atmosphere on the way is much duller.

They were going to pass through the edge of the Duchy of Soros and the Principality of Doka.

The road is full of wandering refugees and unclaimed corpses.

In the middle, they were also attacked by a group of hungry and red-eyed refugees. They wanted to kill the horses to eat meat, and snatch the dry food carried in the carriage, and even had evil thoughts about several women.

The long-term exile made them completely abandon their morality and bottom line. They just want to survive by whatever means.

Once people are not bound by the bottom line, chaos and disorder will follow, followed by riots, rebellions, conflicts, and...destruction.

Maybe it didn't take Joe's hand at all, and in a few years the kingdom would be rotten from the inside out.

The restlessness along the way did not subside until they approached the capital.

There are no more refugees and corpses on the side of the road, and the muddy road has become a solid bluestone road.

They could already see the white tower on Luojia Mountain and the magnificent royal city Olga at the foot of the mountain from a distance.

There are endless carriages and horses at the gate of the tall city, and many carriages carry brightly colored emblems of noble families.

There is a big fight at the gate of the city, and the guards guarding the city are collecting "slate tax" from the people who enter the city - the stone roads in the city will be damaged if they are stepped on by people entering the city, so they need to collect taxes for maintenance.

The nobles were no exception, and of course, the nobles didn't care about the slate tax of thirty copper coins—except for the old Stuart, the poor ghost lord.

In the past, old Stuart had to fight with the guards at the gate of the city for a long time every time, and finally paid the money and entered the city cursing.

Although this year's little Stuart didn't break up with the guards, he still entered the city cursing.

The reason was that Qiao Yi felt that the so-called "stone slab tax" was nonsense, and they even asked for an extra [-] yuan on the grounds that horse-drawn carriages were more likely to crush the road.

Qiao Yi felt his heart was bleeding.

Just like dime notes are money!Copper coins are also money!

The people who had been bumping in the carriage for many days urgently needed a place to rest. The hotels in the city center were too expensive, so Qiao Yi simply found a clean hotel on the outer edge.

Before that, they still need to send the dress that Mrs. Serrael ordered to the Wellington Mansion—yes, Mrs. Serrael is in Olga City, where every inch of land is expensive, there is!set!house!

But Qiao Yi didn't feel Lemon - because he was here to push the tower, not to live.

After a short rest at the hotel, Joe Yi brought a dress and some gifts, hired a coachman, and he drove to Wellington Mansion.

The Wellington Mansion is located in a golden area near the Royal Palace, and St. Alantoia's Cathedral and some monasteries are also in this area.

Green plants are planted in front of many monasteries and mansions.

Qiao Yi's eyes swept across those buildings aimlessly, but paused for a moment.

It was a small-scale monastery, with a large field of evening primroses planted in front of the door—but the flowers had all withered at this time.

Joe is sensitive to evening primrose.

The important information mentioned in the mission [Andy's token] that will give away golden legendary items is evening primrose.

[In the south of the south, at the sleeping feet of Mother Earth, if you see a girl who likes yellow primroses, please tell him: Andy is doing well in the north, please don’t wait for him to come home. 】Joe looked back subconsciously.

The door of the monastery just opened, and a nun came out pushing a wheelchair, and a serious-looking woman was sitting in the wheelchair.

And the reason why the adventurer Andy went to the north to find the holy lake was to heal the legs of his beloved girl.

Joe lowered his eyes and thought.

South of the South, at the sleeping feet of the Mother Earth—the city of Olga is located in the south, at the foot of Mount Luojia.

And this long mountain range where Luojia Mountain is located is called... Gaia Mountain Range!

Gaia - Mother Earth.

Everything seems to be on the right track.