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War in the Wasteland 219 Prelude to the Dead Part 1

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    The vast wilderness of continuous dry grass is dotted with large and small caves and paths.

    The last spring rain left precious clear springs in the low-lying areas of the wasteland. The weeds that had not been eaten away by livestock sprouted out of the soil with the perseverance of the last spring rain.  The animals that were immersed in eating were interrupted by their owners, and long sticks defined their path.

    Driven by the slaves, the herds of Yasha beasts and fat antelopes were driven into the fortress.  Although the grazing has not ended yet, all the livestock in the wilderness have been driven back.

    The slaves¡¯ shouts broke the inherent tranquility of the wilderness.

    A group of god-like giants carried maces and sat on the mounts that had been prepared. Their heavy bodies made the huge Komodo beasts groan.  Circles of clearly visible subsidence appeared on the hard and thick soil. If it were soft soil by the river, the monster's stone-mound-like thighs might have sunk in entirely.

    In front of this giant cavalry, two tufts of hair of different colors are extremely eye-catching in the wasteland of the same color.

    Both Laeran and Alice put on rare military uniforms. Although they were both priests and knew nothing about fighting, they still embarked on this path without hesitation in order to save their lovers.

    They left the wasteland two days later than Yang Dashuan, and they only brought less than 300 people with them.

    ¡°After all, this trip is not to start a war. The role of slave warriors is only to intimidate and Maple Leaf Fortress still needs slaves to protect it.  If all the slaves are taken away, Xiangshuai will kill another carbine and occupy his own territory. I'm afraid it will be a lot of trouble to take it back.

    Looking at the sun rising on the eastern horizon in the distance, Lairon and Alice looked at each other, their eyes revealing perseverance.

    Although the sunshine of the first day was not so dazzling, it still had eye-catching colors reflected by the patterns painted by the mirror craftsmen inlaid on the church walls.

    A large bronze bell from the last century is hung on the tapered bell tower. The hunchbacked old man habitually rings the bell when the sun shines on the mirror of the bell tower.

    This time of day is a time for believers to make pilgrimages and pray.

    A large number of believers will flock to the church to offer their most devout prayers to the priest in charge of the day, and listen to the goddess¡¯s wisest declaration.  It is said that John is the one who leads the prayer in the church today - this is His Majesty the Pope, the only person qualified to crown the kings of the three empires.  He is the spokesperson of the goddess on the continent, and he is also the person with the highest wisdom on the continent.

    If they can participate in the prayer ceremony hosted by him, there will be no problem even if they are asked to see the goddess immediately - this is an honor that even previous kings have not had.

    Devout believers had occupied all the seats in the cathedral a day before the news came out. Not only were the seats in the 3,600-square-meter cathedral full, there was not even a corner seat left.

    As the bell rang, the long-awaited believers stood up from their seats excitedly and cast their extremely expectant eyes towards the end of the red carpet. Someone might come out from behind the veiled bead curtain at any time.  silhouette.

    There are no guard knights and no guard priests.

    There was not even anyone to maintain order A row of open space was made in front of the Pope's seat covered with python robes. With the sound of "tat-tat-tat", countless eyes turned to that place at the same time.

    It seems to be the first time to see His Majesty the Pope in such a dress - in fact, in their memory, the believers in the Holy City have never seen the Pope, this is the only time.

    But after seeing him, everyone discovered that the pope was a little different from what they had imagined, because he looked too old.  With his neatly combed hair tied under the papal crown, Old John holding the scepter walked slowly on the red carpet, meeting the burning eyes of the believers.

    Stand still.

    Just when the Pope stood in front of the throne and was about to take his seat, the solemn and sacred prayer ceremony was interrupted.

    The extremely low sound of the horn was like an uninvited guest that broke in suddenly, interrupting the sound of the bell.  The sound of the horn was too intense and too ferocious. Compared with the sound of bells that gurgled like a stream, it was more like a hungry beast!

    The believers who were looking forward to it all turned their heads in unison.

    I don¡¯t know why, but this horn sounds a bit creepy - even the legendary "Overture of the Dead" is nothing more than that.

    "Contrary to before, all the eyes focused on Old John couldn't help but move away as the horn sounded and fell on the closed door behind them - once the prayers started, the church doorIt will be closed, this is the rule!

    I don¡¯t know why, but everyone¡¯s eyes moved to this painted wooden door with black and gold patterns.

    The horn sound stopped suddenly!

    It was as if someone had strangled the throat, and it was cut off at the highest pitch of the sound.  This failure made everyone break out in a cold sweat. The rhythm of this horn was really weird. Even the weirdest composers on the mainland would not compose such a weird horn tune However, this is true.  The presence!

    "Boom!"

    The black gold door was suddenly opened, as fast as someone kicked it open unceremoniously.

    The nascent sunshine was blocked by the towering clock tower, and the shadow fell through the glass with angel patterns on the door.  There was also a person standing at the door, a face that many people would never forget once they saw it - the man who caused a night of bloodshed in the Holy City, how dared to be so disrespectful during a prayer ceremony hosted by the Pope.  broke in.

    Although it was already the season of early summer, the moment the door was opened, there was still an irresistible coldness that spread throughout the church in an instant, and the people in the church gasped in an instant.

    "Alsace? Rogge? Richard!" Some nobles among the praying crowd had already heard of Yang Dassuan's name, and couldn't help but exclaimed after seeing this face clearly.

    But in front of this man, no matter how scared you are, you will be suppressed to a minimum, and you will not dare to reveal it easily.

    And it seems that as the sound is transmitted, fear spreads crazily around like a plague.

    The cathedral, which was originally so crowded that it was almost impossible for people to stay, suddenly gave way to an alley. People who were originally on this road crowded into the seats around them, staring at the person who suddenly broke in.  .

    Old John frowned slightly.

    He had indeed heard from Keximi that Yang Dashuan had been to the Holy Capital two days ago, but he didn't know where he had gone. That's why he wanted to ask Lao Yang to come out by leading a prayer and 'talk' about that incident.  Something that Xiang Shuai also corrected.  After all, behind Xiang Shuai is the entire Elf Empire, and colluding with demons is not a trivial matter So even if he is the Pope, there is no way to excuse Yang Dashuan.  On the contrary, because of his daughter Jeanne's relationship, he was also put under house arrest by his brother who was in the trial court.

    But Old John always believed in the young man, because he would not do anything so outrageous.  Taking refuge in the devil, colluding with the devil to kill the 200,000 troops of the Principality of Edflang - well, if it was Xiang Shuai's words, he, Old John, would believe it.

    Narrowing his eyes, the ray of sunlight behind Yang Dashuan was a bit dazzling. He didn't know why the face that usually looked so familiar became so pale and weak at this moment.

    There are some differencesAs for those differences, Old John couldn't tell.

    ¡°Well, he looks a little more mature and colder than before.

    No!

    ??????????????????????????????????????????? Suddenly a strange thought came into Old John's heart that he couldn't believe - he was not the Alsace Roger Peter he knew at all.

    But are there really people in this world who look the same?

    I¡¯m afraid even the alchemist¡¯s ¡®disguise potion¡¯ can¡¯t do it!

    But if this guy is not him, then who is he?

    Old John is puzzled!

    It seemed that he was not used to being stared at by these believers, and the people at the door frowned out of habit.

    Gently pulling up the broad brim of the cloak, the owner of the cloak lowered his head, took a deep breath, and walked forward gently.  The cathedral, where tens of thousands of people gathered, was silent at this moment.  Although countless people wanted to see this face clearly again, they were never able to see it clearly because of the angle.

    "Alsace will kill his most respected elder with his own hands!"

    ?????????????????????????????????????? For some reason, the moment he saw Yang Dachuan pull down the wide brim of his hat, the words that Joan of Arc said to him at the beginning floated in Old John's mind.
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