Chapter 320 Innocence

The sun was bright at noon, but looking at the corpses of civilians on the ground, Brunhil felt an unbreakable coldness in his heart.

The city gate opens.

Refugees holding white flags came tremblingly from outside.

There were only ten people in this team, and everyone looked sallow and thin. After entering the city, they looked around with frightened eyes.

Most of their faces have turned dark yellow and have deep wrinkles, their eyes are narrowed into a line, and the surrounding areas are swollen and red.

People who farm the land are exposed to wind and sun, and this is generally the case.

If animals don’t gain weight just by eating, it’s because they have parasites in their stomachs.

And farmers are hardworking but not rich, perhaps because they are not hardworking enough.

The leader of the crowd was an old man. He looked about fifty or sixty years old. He wore a shabby felt hat on his head and only a thin layer of work clothes. He was trembling all over and holding a piece of shabby white cloth in his hand. , propped up with tree branches.

The hand holding the cane hard was not a red and round palm like a noble's, but as skinny as a chicken's claw, with blue veins exposed.

After entering the city.

The surrounding Crusaders immediately surrounded them with ferocious expressions, and stepped forward to search their bodies.

"Let them come over."

Brynhildr put a stop to the Crusaders' actions.

Even among the crowd, Brunhil was the most dazzling one. The light on her body was so dazzling that everyone seemed insignificant in front of her.

The Crusaders spread out in all directions like clouds, taking the initiative to clear a path.

Those people came to the Valkyrie with fear and uneasiness.

The Valkyrie was so beautiful and exuded some kind of invisible aura that made those people stop and stop moving forward when they were still fifty meters away from the Valkyrie.

The old man's face showed a look of joy and desolation. His lips moved, but he could not speak.

Until someone around him coughed impatiently.

The old man put down his crutches, knelt down towards the Valkyrie with all his body prostrated, and said in broken Common Tongue: "Kuris, the sinner, I have met His Majesty the Valkyrie!"

While the old man knelt down.

The farmers who came with the old man also knelt down.

Brunhil had a lot to say in his heart, but for some reason, after seeing these farmers, he suddenly thought of what happened that night. After all, those words just lingered in his mind and could not be spoken.

"You audacious slaves!"

At this time, the city lord Decathlon had already spoken first, and he scolded:

"You are murderers and executioners. You violated the laws of the Holy City because of laziness, and you dare to appear in front of the Valkyrie. You should be roasted to charcoal by the scorching holy fire!"

As Decathlon's curses sounded, the surrounding nobles and farmers also began to curse.

Because of the uprising of these peasants, it is estimated that it will be difficult for them to have satisfactory harvests this year. The appearance of the Valkyrie has also filled the hearts of these nobles with courage. They just want to catch all these rebels and imprison them. The cruel torture in the cage made all the farmers like slaves, and they no longer dared to resist.

It turns out that in their eyes, I am the same creature as them... Brunhil realized this sadly.

In the holy city.

She, Brynhil Akales.

The direct heirs of the knight and saint family are almost the pinnacle of all nobles.

"oops!"

Decathlon's fat body flew out and landed on the ground like a ball, then rolled in pain.

"Shut up!" Brunhil said seriously.

Seeing that the Valkyrie was angry, the surrounding nobles and farmers suddenly no longer dared to make loud noises, and everyone shut their mouths. The farmers were still lying on the cold floor.

"Get up."

The Valkyrie's orders are absolute.

Those people stood up from the ground one by one.

With the help of the middle-aged man beside him, the old man who was the leader managed to regain his balance on the ground.

"You guys, why are you rebelling?"

Valkyrie's words made these refugees who had finally gotten up from the ground to stand firm almost knelt down again.

"It's true."

Before the old man could speak, his voice was already choked with sobs.

"We really have no food, no clothing, and there are legends of undead in the forest. We really can't survive... But we are still willing to obey the laws of the church. We are not sinners!"

"Your Highness! Your Highness! They are lying!"

Decathlon, who had been blasted away by the Valkyrie before, actually stood up again.

He limped up to the Valkyrie, pointed at the refugees in front of him with his stubby fingers, and shouted loudly: "How dare they say such blasphemous words, what do you take the Valkyrie for, are you a fool?" ?”

He turned around, bent towards the Valkyrie, and pointed at the ragged peasants.

"Sir, you don't know something. Those farmers are the most cunning guys. They hide food secretly, cultivate crops secretly in the forest, and when the tax officials come, they say they have nothing. They farm on our land, and they dare to Aren’t these guys thieves who cheated on relief food?”

"We would be merciful by not letting the Crusaders kill these guys right away."

"However, I never expected that these guys are not only greedy, but also dare to spread rumors in front of you. This is really true!"

Speaking of the back.

Decathlon was already shaking violently with anger, and his cheeks were red.

It looked like this big landowner noble had been greatly wronged and had been severely oppressed by these ragged peasants in front of him.

"Yes, yes, those farmers are the most greedy guys!"

"We gave them food, but instead of being grateful, they attacked us and violated the laws of the church. They are the most cunning, cowardly, and bad-hearted guys!"

With Decathlon taking the lead.

The big nobles behind him began to echo and shouted loudly.

Decathlon's accusation made the farmers tremble with anger, their faces turned red, and they wanted to fight these nobles to death.

Next to the old man, a relatively stocky and short man argued angrily: "You use people as livestock! And our food is not even as good as livestock, and the taxes are getting heavier every year!"

"In the past few years, it was still 70%, then 80%, and this year it is 95%! How do you expect us to survive!?"

Brunhil immediately noticed that the man was wearing the training uniform of the Crusaders.

"Second Lieutenant Grus, as a Crusader, you betrayed your faith and got together with those hateful rebels. It seems that you are quite proud of it!" A nobleman in the crowd sneered.

"Pooh!"

Gruss cursed mercilessly: "I just don't want to be a pawn of you vampires!"

"Vampire!?" Decathlon argued, "Have you ever seen that vampire willing to give you food?"

"Food, when will you give us food?"

Grus's face was livid, and there was an almost crying anger in his tone.

"You always rob food and burn down houses. You force them to do hard labor and kill people if they disobey! You also open casinos privately and trick the farmers into gambling. When they lose all their money, you lend them money and rob them. When there is a natural disaster, you still drive up prices, make loan sharks, and raise the prices of farm tools to more than ten times!”

"Damn it! Damn it! How dare you vampires lie in front of the Valkyrie!"

While scolding this.

Grus clenched his teeth, and his voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

After saying these words, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and sat down on the ground, beating the ground hard, leaving bloody fist marks around him.

Brunhil appeared in front of him, his brows furrowed and his face as dark as water.

"You said they didn't distribute relief food."

"Yes, yes."

Decathlon hurriedly said, "They are lying. They are all greedy. The farmers' words are the most untrustworthy."

"Shut up!"

Brunhil turned around and yelled at Decathlon.

"What they handed out was not food at all, but a kind of dumpling made of mud mixed with a small amount of plant roots. Under the radiation of the red moon, that kind of wild plant was inherently toxic. My wife and daughter ate it because of it. He died after eating that kind of relief food..."

When he said this, Gruss, this strong man, finally couldn't help it and began to sob in a low voice.

Brunhil thought of the kind of dumplings he had seen before.

"Damn it! You are lying!" Decathlon screamed again, "You have obviously eaten so much of my food, but you are lying. You are also trying to attack the trading city-state of the Holy City. This is an ironclad fact, female The God of War has witnessed these things with his own eyes! You all deserve to go to hell!"

"me…"

The old man next to Grus moved forward tremblingly and stood out from the team.

All eyes were on him.

He gritted his teeth, his cloudy eyes revealed a determined look, and then he suddenly took out a sharp knife from his crutch. The surrounding Crusaders all reached for their weapons, raising their dark muzzles to aim.

However, what no one expected was.

"Puch!"

The old man suddenly thrust the dagger in his hand into his abdomen, then roared and pulled to the right.

"you!?"

Brunhil was stunned. She saw thick blood flowing out from the huge wound in the old man's abdomen. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, seeping into her nasal cavity.

"S-Sir."

The old man's legs were shaking, but he gritted his teeth and held on.

He reached into his abdomen and pulled out a piece of intestine.

The old man's legs were shaking, but he gritted his teeth and held on. His forehead was covered with violently beating veins, and the loose skin became tight as a result.

It is conceivable that the old man was enduring such terrible pain, but he actually endured it, held his intestines in his hands full of blood, and brought it to the Valkyrie.

"You, you see... there is not... a grain of food here."

After saying that, the old man fell back.

Those people screamed and hurriedly reached out to help him.

The old man stared at the sky with his turbid eyes. His face, which was full of wrinkles and dirt, showed a deep sadness. After his chest rose and fell for the last two times, he became motionless.

"What...why is this?"

Before that.

Brunhil has experienced cruel wars and galloped on battlefields where blood and flesh were everywhere.

But the scene in front of her still shocked her deeply, and she even forgot to breathe. It took a long time to react.

She saw that the huge white wolf appeared in front of her again at some point. He originally wanted to make a few words of ridicule, but such a tragic tragedy is enough to make everyone with a little kindness in their hearts feel sad.

He opened his mouth and said silently: "Look, this is the people you protect, and this is the path you choose."

"Contain his body."

Brunhil tried to calm down and told the farmers, whose faces were as pale as corpses, "They have chosen to lay down their weapons, so they are no longer enemies. You have to find a place to place them in the city. Provide them with clean water and food, and I will supervise you."

Then, Brunhil turned around and said to the desperate refugees:

"I already know the situation here. When I return to the Holy City, I will report this matter to the church. I promise you with the glory of the Valkyrie that you will be treated fairly."

"Thank you, sir, thank you!"

The refugees knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

The farmers also hurriedly agreed. They found that Valkyrie was not in a good mood. At this time, no one dared to offend this adult.

"By the way, I heard you talk about the undead. Now can you tell me what happened in the forest?"

Details that flashed through the conversation were noted by Valkyrie.

At this time, it was mentioned again.

"Sir, let me do it."

Groot, who was once a Crusader, stepped forward and explained: "The undead were first discovered in the huge rain forest under the Silvia Mountains. We will go there to cut trees in the right season and collect some edible bacteria. kind."

"It was at that time that we discovered traces of the undead on the outskirts of the originally quiet rainforest..."

"Those are walking skeletons, creatures that blaspheme glory, with unclean flames jumping in their pale skulls. Just seeing them makes me feel fear filling my chest, and I feel like I can't breathe."

"Then how did you survive?"

Brunhil had also heard news about the undead, but the source of the news was unreliable.

However, in her impression, the undead were powerful and ferocious creatures. If they were discovered by the undead, it would be difficult for the thin farmers to escape from the rainforest alive.

"The undead discovered us and attacked us, but they seemed to be stopped."

"Stopped, who is it?"

A shocked look appeared on Grus' face. He raised his head, his eyes became hollow, and recalled: "That was a huge white wolf, taller than the mountains."