Chapter 623: The Return Journey, Young Villagers Wanting to Join the Warrior Team

The Villagers were the most numerous, so the various supplies taken from the Defeated Army Soldier Yingdi had to rely heavily on them to help transport them back.

In truth, Jier could have completely stored all these captured weapons and equipment back into the Lady's dreamscape, but previously he could have used his own carriage as a cover; now that his carriage was not by his side, he had no cover and had to let the Villagers help carry and transport them.

It didn't even take much; each person only needed to carry a little bit, a bow and arrow set plus two quivers of Arrow, or bundle up half a suit of Soldier Armor for the Villagers to carry on their backs. The Villagers also brought the small amount of wealth they possessed in the Mine—one or two Mining Pick.

The soldiers' tents were also dismantled and taken away; for those that were severely damaged, only the tent tarpaulins were kept, and the rest were discarded.

It was noisy, and the organization of the entire group was exceptionally slow. By the time the sun had poked its head over the mountain peaks and it had been bright for an hour, the entire group finally began to leave the camp one by one.

Some Villagers' family members remained forever in this place that had left them with terrible memories; they wailed loudly at the entrance of the Mine, and after grabbing a handful of soil from this place one last time, they turned and left.

Jier also took a look at the Mao Mao of the tribe that were still guarding near the wooden house, and seeing how excited and agitated they were because the Humans were leaving, he couldn't help but sigh.

These simple fellows still did not know what was waiting for them.

In order to clear himself of suspicion, Jier summoned the Spirit Dog Big Nose, who had been monitoring the Magic Tool cabin, and had it hold a note in its mouth to deliver to Yamila at the Magic Tool cabin.

He hoped that if Yamila wanted to do anything, she would wait until he and his people were far away before acting, and not be too impatient to act early, so as to avoid sticking some extra, unnecessary trouble onto them.

"Seriously! What does that guy Jier take me for? Am I that impatient of a person? Mimi, do you think I am?" Yamila looked at the note that had been delivered and threw a tantrum.

"Mi!" the Magic Tool cabin responded.

"What? You think I am? Fine, you disloyal fellow, it was in vain that I thought of ways to transport Magic Power for you and helped you find things to eat, and in the end, you are just like that Jier, saying in his mouth that he would send Human corpses over, but in the end, he still burned all those Human corpses! And he burned them right in front of me. You don't know how hateful he looked at that time! And you are still siding with the other party! Mimi, you have lost a huge amount of Magic Power recovery!"

Yamila stomped her feet fiercely, and because the entire Magic Tool cabin was a part of Mimi's body, as long as she stomped her feet, it counted as a small punishment to the Magic Tool cabin.

And when Mimi heard that Jier had burned the Human corpses that were originally meant for it, it let out another "Mi" in a low tone.

It seemed very disappointed, because Jier's previous act of bringing a wild boar had really made Mimi very happy, and it had thought Jier would send more biological corpses for it to feed on and replenish its Magic Power.

"That's right, that hateful brat, if I see him again in the future, I must make him look good! I'll give you, Mimi, a little revenge on him! Hmm, I'll just make some Magic Tool that look useful but are actually of no use at all, and sell them specifically to him, making him lose a large sum of money!"

For Yamila, who was short on money, losing a large sum of money was indeed a very painful lesson.

"However, he is really generous; what he took out for the trade was not coins, but large Silver Brick. Heh, could it be that there is a silver mine in his territory? I also want a silver mine of my own; that way, I could spend money however I wanted."

Muttering up to this point, Yamila finally realized why her teacher had put so much effort into this war; it turned out that having a mine at home really was a very wonderful thing.

Of course, Jier would not be so insane as to feed Human corpses to a man-eating Magic Creation; that was too crazy.

Even if they were the enemy's corpses, one could not do this; after all, if you do it today, others can do it tomorrow. If he defeated the enemy today and sent the enemy's corpses as resources to the man-eating Magic Tool cabin, tomorrow he or the Warrior and commoners under him might also end up being used by others after they died.

And even if he wanted to do it, he couldn't do such a thing with so many eyes watching; he also had his pride. Up until now, only he himself in the entire group knew of the existence of Yamila and the Magic Tool cabin she controlled. This advantage in intelligence was the greatest advantage he had in properly resolving the rescue of the Villagers this time.

Especially since he didn't let Yamila and the Knight Hartna join forces.

If he hadn't operated well before and accidentally let the Magic Apprentice Yamila and the Knight Hartna join forces to deal with him, then Jier would have had no conventional methods at all. Unless he could send all the Villagers into the Lady's dreamscape to take them away, otherwise, just by relying on the Knight Hartna, who had turned into a Lizardman and possessed Life Energy support, and Yamila, who controlled the Magic Tool cabin, Jier would not be a match for the two of them combined.

With a strong body, superb martial arts, and Life Energy sufficient for a battle, it would be very difficult for Jier to defeat the Knight Hartna. Not to mention that there was also the Magic Tool cabin that could release Magic attacks to assist from the side; Jier would have even less chance of winning.

Thinking of this, Jier felt that the prophecy of Dashu Bi'ao had really helped a lot in a subtle way, giving them a reminder in advance and not letting them encounter the worst-case scenario.

Thinking of this, Jier slowed his pace in the Forest, retreated from the middle of the group to the Priest Bata'er at the end of the group, and said to the Priest: "Luosa, do you still remember the prophecy that the wise Dashu Bi'ao left for us when we were at Big Tree Village?"

The Priest Bata'er saw Jier retreating from the front of the group and thought something had happened that required the two of them to solve together, but in the end, Jier started by asking about the prophecy they had received earlier.

The Priest actually valued and trusted the Priest Felina of Big Tree Village herself, as well as the wisdom of the mysterious Dashu Bi'ao. If the big tree gave them any advice, he would of course take it seriously, but the big tree gave them several prophecies, and the prophecy about rescuing the Villagers was even more outrageous, which made the Priest, who hadn't seen any dangerous situations or enemies on this trip, couldn't help but doubt whether the prophecy of Dashu Bi'ao was accurate or not.

So the Priest indicated that he remembered, but the prophecy didn't seem accurate.

Jier twitched the corner of his mouth: "Is there a possibility that the prophecy was very accurate, but it was precisely because of the prophecy that we avoided some unfavorable situations?"

"The unfavorable situation you speak of? What does that mean?" the Priest Bata'er asked.

Jier had to explain that around the Stronghold Yingdi, there was a female Magic Apprentice who could turn invisible and controlled a Magic Tool cabin: "She was the 【Messenger of Fire】 in the prophecy. The reason she didn't appear was because I discovered her in advance and thought of some ways to stabilize her, made some deals with her, and excluded her from the event. Of course, I secretly replaced those Defeated Soldier and completed the mission she needed to come and finish herself, which is why she was excluded from the matter. That is why you haven't seen this person from the beginning to the departure, and don't know of her existence."

The Priest Bata'er was shocked, and he didn't know how to control the expression on his face: "Is there really such a person? Just like what was said in the prophecy? You're not lying to me?"

Jier smiled: "If it were a joke, this joke shouldn't be told at this time, right? It's already late. So this is a true story. If it weren't for the prophecy making me understand that there was such a person in the dark, who knows what this matter would have evolved into? It wouldn't have gone so smoothly, you know?"

"I understand this point; thanks to you, Jier. Looking at it this way, Dashu Bi'ao is truly amazing. Big Tree Village is a long distance from here, it takes about four or five days to walk, so how did it know all this in advance? I can't figure it out..." the Priest muttered.

Jier couldn't figure it out either, which was why he told this to the Priest Bata'er, whom he trusted, to let the Priest understand what complex things had happened behind the seemingly smooth trip.

Everything went smoothly, not because the enemy was weak, and not because there were no forces hidden behind the scenes, but simply because Jier and his group had the advantage of intelligence in advance and were mostly in the dark, out of expectation.

The Knight Hartna and Yeluba and others, including Yamila, did not think at the beginning that other forces would come looking for them; their mutual guarding and scheming were far greater than their vigilance against the outside. This gave Jier and his group, who came from the outside, a possibility to intervene and solve the problem easily.

Subsequently, the two discussed in low voices what the rescue of the Villagers would have turned into if there had been no prophecy from Dashu Bi'ao.

The return journey was not easy to walk; the dark and dense Forest, the thick humus ground where one step was deep and another shallow, and the plant roots that blocked the way from time to time all made the movement speed of the entire group quite slow.

Not to mention that the Villagers had suffered a lot of torture in the Mine; hunger, despair, and fatigue were squeezing every bit of their muscles and spirit. At this time, even a short journey through the forest made every Villager exhausted.

This was still the performance after eating well for two consecutive days and having a certain accumulation in their bodies. Jier didn't even dare to think that if he had urged the Villagers to return immediately after taking down the enemy's stronghold, how many people would have died on the road.

"Everyone, keep an eye on your family! No one is allowed to leave the group without reason. Anyone who leaves the group will be temporarily regarded as a Monster in the mountains and can only be dealt with by me and the Priest Bata'er! Remember this clearly, don't be emotional, and stay alert!"

Jier's loud warning echoed back and forth in the hundred-meter-long group. Many people were worried and afraid at first because of these warnings, fearing that the situation Jier spoke of would really happen. But after more than an hour passed, there were no other unexpected situations in the entire Forest except for some bird calls overhead, and everyone realized they had worried for nothing.

So, while moving, everyone began to relax their minds, talking to each other familiarly, or chatting with the fully armed soldiers under Jier's command beside the group, asking about the other party's situation.

When the soldiers talked about how they were originally refugees under Jier who turned into specialized soldiers, some young people among the Villagers became restless. They might have thought before that it was good to be a farmer, like their fathers, cultivating fields, accumulating wealth, and living a lifetime relying on their own hands.

But this unforgettable experience made some young people especially want to obtain the power to protect themselves and their families. Seeing the soldiers under the Knight Jier, who were also originally farmers fleeing from villages, they all started to have active thoughts.

They asked the elders in their families in low voices, if there were still elders in the family. Unexpectedly, there was not much expected resistance; many middle-aged people who were the heads of their families agreed immediately, letting them try to see if they could join the Knight Jier's group, get a set of those soldiers' weapons and equipment, and learn some fighting skills.

Many people were truly scared. Although the Knight Jier claimed that he was a Warrior of the Agricultural God Church, such a rescue still took a long time to arrive. How could it compare to having the fighting strength to resist the enemy's attack on the village from the beginning?

If their village had had dozens of Villagers who could fight, it didn't need to be many, just one-tenth of the four or five hundred Villagers being able to fight would have been enough. They could have relied on the village's own defenses and their numerical advantage to block the Defeated Soldier who attacked the village outside.

In this way, this incident would not have happened in the first place.

As long as they blocked the other party, the Defeated Soldier who did not have much food reserves would naturally retreat.

Thus, two hours after setting off, at a temporary clearing in a Forest, Jier heard many people consulting him about joining.

This temporary clearing in the Forest was of course not there originally, but was created after Mao Mao, who was scouting ahead, found a place with relatively open and flat terrain on the road and informed Jier. Jier hurried over in advance, cut down the few big trees in the middle with his weapon, and kicked away or threw out the tons of heavy trees by himself.

"Join us? Let me think..."

Jier was a bit troubled. It wasn't that he was short of people; he quite wanted to take more people to find the Kendall Army, which showed that his time-consuming action this time was not without gains. By then, these people under his command would all become part of his expanding voice in the army.

How much ability one has and how many troops one can command is one thing, and having a team that obeys one's orders is another.

Of course, the latter is more valued. Jier also wanted to be more valued.

But how to put it, the young people who came looking were all truly shriveled and thin, their bodies gaunt and weak, and their hair withered; it was clear that these days of being enslaved in the Mine had tortured them enough.

To absorb such people, to say nothing of anything else, wouldn't Jier have to first guarantee their nutrition and food intake?

Before these young people's bodies recovered to a normal state, Jier dared not give them even the slightest bit of martial arts training or basic physical training. These people's bodies were already too overdrawn, and it was hard to say whether some might be left with hidden physical ailments because of this, leading to things that couldn't be seen now but would actually induce illness and sudden death?

The more he thought about it, the more Jier felt that such things would likely happen, but with them gathered around like this, looking over one by one full of expectation, Jier also felt embarrassed to directly refuse.

He pondered with a serious expression, then thought about it; he would just find a way to screen some out, leaving only the strongest and most reliable young people. Just absorbing a few people wouldn't be enough to make his team of Warriors weak.

"Like this, I can absorb some people to join my team. But I also have requirements! You all listen well!" Jier said loudly.

Hearing there was hope, these young people who had come looking on their own tried hard to straighten their bodies and crowded over. Some Villagers nearby who had the same idea also subconsciously crowded over to gamble on a hope.

"First, those who are the only one of this generation in their family, with no other brothers to inherit the family property and the family's hope, please consciously withdraw. If you want to follow me, you will inevitably experience difficult battles and could die at any time. Moreover, leaving home to go out, it is inevitable that you will die outside for various reasons—mostly illness. If you are the only one in your family who can inherit the family's land and property, then please withdraw."

Jier said seriously: "You are not suitable; do not destroy your family's heritage for the sake of such a thing."

They were all Farmers, and everyone knew what Jier was talking about.

For a Farmer, the greatest wealth in the family is not money—of course, money is also very important—but the most important thing is land. With people and land, people can live and can stand firm on a piece of land.

To survive for a long time.

Others, such as houses, livestock, and family, are all possessed only after relying on the land.

In other words, if a Farmer family loses their land, then even if they have a house, have livestock, have a family, and some property, they will find it very difficult to survive in a Cunzi that relies on land for a living.

Land is the foundation. And the inheritance and cultivation of land naturally require people.

If the young people in the family who can work the land all run out to fight, then who will clear the land and who will inherit it?

Therefore, if you are the only one in your family who can inherit the land, it is best not to get involved in this kind of thing.

It is not suitable; go honestly farm the land.

Upon hearing these words, seven or eight people among the surrounding Villagers lowered their heads in disappointment and silently backed away.

Jier nodded; fewer people was a good thing. Let him come up with a few more conditions to screen these people.

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