Chapter 438: Isn't it common sense that you can't move during a cutscene?

Under the guidance of Saintess Kalian's oracle, a team escorted by one thousand Salvation Army soldiers left Quemubao in a grand manner,

and set off toward Wheat Field Village.

This team was mostly composed of villagers from Wheat Field Village, nearly nine hundred households, about five thousand people.

Because the refugees in the camp had been divided into areas according to their identity numbers in advance, living together village by village, this team did not cause any disturbance when they left.

Even when they left, it was the busiest morning time in the refugee camp.

It is worth mentioning that when they first heard the Salvation Army soldiers asking them to return to their original villages, the vast majority of people were unwilling to go back.

For one, everyone wanted to be closer to Saintess Highness, and for two, there was visible wheat porridge in the camp, while the situation in Wheat Field Village now was unknown, maybe they would go hungry again after returning.

Facing this group of uncooperative villagers, even Bulunnan felt tricky. Now they were no longer the Green Forest Army, he couldn't just wave his hand and let his brothers drive people over like sheep.

Fortunately, the merciful Saintess Highness stood up again and persuaded them with an "oracle."

"This is the will of the gods, saying that Wheat Field Village will usher in an unprecedented harvest next year."

It has to be said that an oracle is really a very useful thing.

Even Bulunnan couldn't help but believe that God had really said this sentence, so much so that the team escorting the refugees home became a popular job within the Salvation Army.

After all, which rebel army that rose up wasn't composed of peasants?

Most of these people no longer had a home to return to, nor did they have families, the kind without any worries.

Since the gods had said that the land would usher in an unprecedented harvest, it was naturally a good place to settle down.

Old Hanke was very lucky.

He used to be a villager in Wheat Field Village, and he was so familiar with the situation there that he could exaggerate and say he even knew the name of every tree, so naturally he was included in this first batch of returning teams.

He could no longer remember how many years it had been since he left that place. The Count of Quemubao had just left a few days ago, but the barons, knights, and...

knights had long moved to Twilight City and didn't come back, otherwise the Earl wouldn't have hidden in the castle like a fox.

Those guys who betrayed their oaths had some simply run to the Royal Capital, or Lei Ming City in the Campbell Principality to the south, taking the property they had scraped from the territory.

Nobles were usually not bound by land, only cattle and sheep would be bound to the land at their feet.

Of course, this situation would not exist in the future.

They would no longer have nobles.

It was still the oracle announced by the Saintess, Shengxisi's son pitied the suffering on this land, allowing them to establish a kingdom without nobles, the Salvation Army would not be loyal to any secular King, only loyal to all the people who were pious on the land of divine blessing.

From now on they were all free people, anything they grew belonged to themselves, only when selling to merchants did they need to pay a tax, instead of handing over all the output except for rations to the lord like before, only the vegetables squeezed out of the "inter-field" truly belonged to themselves.

Because the tax was collected directly from the merchant, it was equivalent to not paying money!

Old Hanke was full of confidence in his future life, and the wind blowing on his face along the way felt sweet.

He didn't have to worry about his next meal, didn't have to be woken up by hunger in his sleep, and didn't have to fear those soldiers who used to be arrogant.

It was strange to say.

Those Salvation Army soldiers escorting them, many of whom were the "Green Ghosts" that people talked about with fear a month ago, had now become a group of people with faith, and Old Hanke even liked these young guys a little bit.

They no longer spoke foul language, replaced by the Saintess's teachings.

They would even take the initiative to help the elderly pushing wheelbarrows, the women who were physically exhausted, hand water bags to the thirsty children, and chat with the returning refugees about their longing.

There was longing for the past, and also for the future.

". Still remember when I was a child, the best years, the soil by the Torrent River was black and shiny, a handful could produce oil! The potatoes planted in spring could be dug out in a nest before autumn! Each one was as big as a fist!"

"A, a nest?! Why can't our hometown do it—it's a blessing to harvest seeds in autumn." Looking at the old partner bragging,

the young soldier couldn't help but swallow his saliva, revealing hard-to-hide envy in his eyes.

The old man smiled and continued.

"This is nothing in Wheat Field Village! Have you seen raspberries as thick as two thumbs? We used to be able to bring out a big basket after strolling around the forest! Couldn't finish eating at all!"

"Then, then you just eat raspberries and potatoes?"

"How is that possible! When autumn comes, the mushrooms in the forest can't be picked up, every household is busy smoking pork, stuffing sausages, and then stuffing cabbage into jars... wait until winter, after the first snow falls, our family sits around the fireplace, stewing a pot of sauerkraut and pork knuckle soup,

paired with freshly baked black rye bread—hey, I dare to bet, even Saintess Highness hasn't tasted that flavor!"

The old man said with nostalgia, making the group of young guys around him drool, and the wheat porridge in their mouths didn't smell good anymore.

However, when saying this, the old man's face was also full of melancholy,

that was a long time ago.

In a place where even people couldn't eat their fill, where could you see pigs, let alone cattle and sheep, even the dogs that helped hunt were almost extinct in the Twilight Forest.

Listening to what the old man said, Old Hanke was also hooked by the gluttony in his stomach, couldn't help but miss the taste of the meat soup, feeling that his rusty legs and feet had strength again.

Having been hungry for too long, he almost forgot what it was like to live like a person.

However, soon, his newly raised energy was beaten to the bottom of the valley by the reality that followed.

They arrived at Wheat Field Village.

What came into view was not the hometown he had been thinking about day and night, but the broken walls and ruins.

Thorns and weeds half a person high crazily swallowed every inch of land, and on the black scorched earth, the foundations left after the houses were burned could be vaguely seen, the idyllic scene like poetry seemed to exist only in dreams.

The refugees passing by here ate everything they could eat, and what couldn't be eaten was also stripped away as firewood, and what could survive were only the bones and thorns that even wild beasts felt were cutting to their mouths.

"Is this Wheat Field Village?" Standing at the edge of the village, the young man in the returning team said to himself in a daze, the hope in his eyes gradually replaced by despair.

He had confidently thought that he was familiar with his hometown, but didn't expect it to have become Hell.

Old Hanke didn't speak, squatted down and grabbed a handful of soil, rubbed it with his rough fingers, and then let out a sigh.

The land had been abandoned.

As an old farmer who had dealt with the land all his life, he knew better than anyone what this meant.

To replant on this land, they must first pull out the weeds half a person high, dig out the stubborn grass roots, and then use animal power—oh no, they had no animal power, they could only grab hoes with human power and turn the rock-hard land over bit by bit.

Then they could scatter the seeds.

This was not work that could be completed in a month or two, usually they needed to save three years of rations before reclaiming new wasteland.

Although repairing these farmlands wouldn't be as difficult as reclaiming wasteland, it was by no means something that could be completed in a short time.

"Too late—"

The old man who had previously described the sauerkraut and pork knuckle soup also sighed, looking at his hometown close at hand and muttering to himself, "If we had started preparing from last autumn, maybe we could still make it."

The Salvation Army soldiers' mood also sank to the bottom of the valley last autumn...

At that time, they were still besieging the city, whether they could survive was an unknown, who would think about next year?

Especially what made them feel heavy was that they thought of another oracle that Saintess Highness had told them before leaving—"You will live with the returning villagers, you must treat them as your brothers, and clear all obstacles for them. If you miss this year's spring plowing, the harvest promised by the gods will not only not happen, but we will also face more severe problems than this year."

Everyone felt the heaviness on their shoulders, at this moment they were carrying not only their own destiny, but also the destiny of everyone beside them and even behind them.

No one wanted to return to the Hell of a few weeks ago, whether it was refugees or soldiers, just as everyone fell into silence, a movement suddenly came from the forest in the distance.

It was a group of people wearing dark green cloaks, hoods covering their faces, making it impossible to see their identities.

The first to discover them was a sentry, he was confused about what they were doing, and then saw them take out vine-like canes from their arms and point them far away at the sky.

"Stop, who are you!" The Salvation Army sentry shouted, just about to walk up to see what was going on, when he saw the sky change color.

". —. Flame spirit dancing above the molten flow, I pray to you for the rain of fire descending from the sky—"

The mysterious person at the head seemed not to see him, raised his slender arm, and spat out ancient and obscure incantations from his mouth.

That was Elvish.

The next moment, the gray sky suddenly became darker, countless sparks descended from the sky, just like burning arrows sprinkled toward the weed-grown land!

The sentry was startled, running toward the back as if his life depended on it, while shouting "Enemy attack."

He thought he was dead for sure, but something unexpected happened!

Those burning arrows were like they had eyes, accurately avoiding the path he escaped, and instead fell into the weeds, thorns, and bushes!

The arrows didn't just avoid him, they even avoided the crowd not far away, the boiling flames were like a hot giant sickle, wherever they passed, all the withered old things were burned to nothing!

The returning refugees let out terrified screams, thinking the end of the world had arrived, and the uneasy crowd was about to run away.

The centurion leading the team drew his sword and shouted loudly to the panicked people behind him, "Don't panic! They are elves from the Torrent River, friends of Saintess Highness, divine messengers sent by God-child 'Flame King' to help us!"

"Their flames won't hurt you! They are here to help us!"

Saintess Highness had told him about this "reinforcement," but he didn't expect the allies' assistance to be carried out in such a sudden way.

The mysterious person in the cloak glanced at the fleeing back and the noisy crowd in the distance, the corners of his lips painted with purple lip glaze curled up with a trace of mockery, and then continued to weave incantations with a cold expression.

Too weak—I really don't know why the Demon King wants to help them, is this level of ally really worth that adult investing time and energy?

However, even if his heart was full of many doubts, Helen Moonblade did not shirk the mission His Majesty had given her.

Thanks to that Majesty, she was able to break through the innate bottleneck and become a Gold-tier Night Elf not inferior to her father Tyrael!

The dancing rain of fire was still raging on the vast land, and the noisy heat waves were layered!

Under the joint chanting of 120 Steel-tier Night Elf mages, the vast withered yellow around Wheat Field Village faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was re-dyed with black traces!

After the flames swept through, the earth was pitch black, and the air was filled with pungent smoke and the smell of grass.

Without waiting for everyone to recover from this incredible scene, the Night Elves, who drank the medicine bottles in unison, took a breath, raised their magic wands again, and started the second round of spellcasting.

This time—they descended a torrential rain!

"—Water spirit floating above the atmosphere, I pray to you to turn into continuous rain and descend sweet rain on the earth!"

Purple lightning shot from the magic wand held high by Helen toward the sky, and a flashing silver dragon seemed to pass through the dark clouds.

Everyone seemed to hear thunder.

Not long after, torrential rain descended from the sky, catching everyone off guard.

The Night Elves were fine.

They were prepared, all wearing "raincoats."

In fact, those Salvation Army and refugees were also fine, what they were looking forward to most at this moment was undoubtedly the sweet rain descending from the sky.

The torrential rain extinguished the last embers on the ground, turned the ashes into muddy water, and seeped into the scorched earth.

That was not ordinary rainwater, but "carbon dioxide-rich rain" fused with air-element magic.

This was one of the masterpieces of the magic researchers in the Graveyard, they made the original ordinary incantations carry incredible effects through in-depth research on the so-called periodic table of elements.

After these rainwaters merged into the soil, they would release the gas contained in the rainwater, thereby loosening the hard land to a certain extent.

Although this could not completely replace hoes and plows, at least it could make reclamation work easier.

The spellcasting was over.

The land outside Wheat Field Village was completely renewed.

Helen took back the magic wand in her hand, nodded to her sister Shirley standing on the side, and retreated into the shadows of the forest with the Night Elves behind her.

They had practiced this spellcasting process countless times on the Janna Continent, and it was as easy as breathing to use.

Soon they would ride elk to the next village, and then repeat the same thing.

This was the task the Demon King had given them, they needed to represent the Graveyard and ensure that the Salvation Army's spring plowing plan could proceed smoothly "They're gone—" watching the direction the river spirits left, Old Hanke couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Elves on the Torrent River—he had always thought it was just a legend, didn't expect them to really exist!

Just when he was so moved that he couldn't help but shed tears, a clattering sound came from the forest again, as if bones were colliding together seeing the situation in the forest, the crowd who were immersed in joy a second ago, their expressions changed instantly.

Especially the centurion leading the troops, his two eyes widened, and he screamed out in shock.

"Un, undead?!"

Generally speaking, undead only march in groups when necromancers are nearby.

Usually they are mostly wandering unconsciously in the mountains and fields, and are not even as dangerous as jackals.

The centurion couldn't help but swallow his saliva, the undead walking out of the forest had a scale of at least two thousand, and many of them exuded extremely terrifying auras!

Even without considering the necromancers hiding in the dark, he didn't have much chance of winning against them.

Just when everyone was panicked, a small green-skinned thing suddenly jumped out.

He looked exactly like a goblin, sitting on a metal machine emitting black smoke.

When everyone saw him, he was waving his arms and shouting at them.

"Put down your weapons, don't point them at your allies! They are not undead! They... are holy spirits summoned by holy light! If you don't believe me, shine holy light on them and you'll know!"

The visitor was none other than Ouke of the Ouke Magic Workshop, a goblin bought by Miss Mi Ya from the slave market in the Demon Capital and given to the Demon King a long, long time ago.

However, because the purer the goblin's skin, the more noble it was, his gray skin made him an outlier, just because he understood rune technology, so he was sold more expensively.

Everyone was stunned, lowered their weapons, exchanged suspicious gazes, and looked at each other.

"Ho, holy spirits?"

"What is that?"

They had never heard of such a strange saying!

Of course, they were also seeing goblins for the first time on this land of the Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng, so much so that they couldn't determine whether this was a goblin.

In the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain range, ratmen and dwarves were the most common alien races, and there were lizardmen further toward the Campbell Principality.

As for goblins, they were common in the Luo De Kingdom, the Northern Wasteland where the Academy was located, and the New Continent and other regions.

". —Should we try with holy light?"

"Good idea, do you know how?"

"Are you kidding—if I knew that thing, would I come here and swing a hoe with you?"

Several Salvation Army soldiers exchanged gazes, whispering to each other.

Their centurion didn't speak, just stood in place with a strange expression.

Could the reinforcements Saintess Highness mentioned be these guys?

Holy spirits.

This sounded too weird.

Seeing that the humans still couldn't accept it, Ouke endured his temper and said.

"Alright, tell you the truth, they are your ancestors! They saw you were suffering, so they prayed to Lord God-child to let them return to the human world, don't let down their good intentions!"

"Anyway, don't worry about what they are, they will help us farm, and they will use machines!"

If it wasn't for the Demon King's request, he wouldn't bother talking so much to these humans.

An, ancestors?!

My grandpa??

Old Hanke was startled, and his eyes looking at the skeletons were instantly different.

He remembered his grandpa was also called Hanke, and his name was inherited from his grandpa.

That is to say, there is an old Hanke over there too?

Not just him.

The villagers around were the same, happy and afraid, happy that the ancestors' spirits still remembered them, afraid that these ancestors would fall apart while working.

That would be too blasphemous!

The centurion looked at the small guy in front of him hesitantly, always feeling that he looked like a goblin, but was too embarrassed to ask.

However, what was important now was not what he was, but what they were going to do.

He walked to the guy who looked like a goblin, stared at him and said in a low voice.

". This is a task assigned by Saintess Highness, can they do it?"

"Saintess?! Ah—no problem, can do, can do!" Ouke's mouth opened wide, shocked.

When did the respected Miss Partridge have another competitor, and it was a Saintess of the Church?!

But wait—the Demon King had even corrupted the Church's Saintess, doesn't that mean the Graveyard's corruption had spread to the Holy City?!

Ouke was instantly excited, even happier than hearing his own lady became the mistress of the Graveyard.

This was a great thing!

Looking at the not-so-normal little guy, the centurion, although hesitant in his heart, still nodded reluctantly.

There was no way not to nod.

The soldiers in his hands were okay against ordinary bandits, but he really wasn't sure about dealing with these undead.

And if they really had bad intentions, there was no need to talk nonsense with him, they should have done it just now.

"Since Saintess Highness knows about this, I won't ask too much—"

Ouke: "That's right, that's right, shut your mouth, human! You guys have so many questions! What you need to do now is let your people follow behind our tractors and scatter the seeds! Also, send some people to the riverside, our engineers have been waiting there for a long time! You should have arrived yesterday!"

The centurion was stunned, and it took a long time before he squeezed out a sentence.

"Trac, tractor?! What is that—"

"You'll know what that is soon! To be honest, the humans in Lei Ming County are much smarter than you!"

Ouke didn't spare his poisonous tongue.

As a pet weaker than Alakdo, he could only find superiority from these weaker humans, he didn't even dare to provoke Alakdo when he was in the Graveyard.

Just as he turned and was about to leave, the human centurion called him again.

"Wait a minute."

Ouke: "What's wrong?! What's wrong again?! Can't you humans finish your words at once?!"

Ignoring the noisy voice, the centurion stared at him suspiciously and asked in an uncertain voice.

"Are you—a goblin?"

Ouke widened his eyes.

Of course he was.

But the Demon King didn't allow him to be.

The first sentence that adult said when giving him the task was—you must never be seen through as a goblin by the Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng people, otherwise you'll have a good fruit to eat.

"Goblin?! Which eye of yours saw I was a goblin, I, I am a gnome!"

So it was a gnome.

The centurion breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the furious Ouke and smiled, apologizing.

"Sorry, I thought you were a goblin."

"Hahahaha! You're really good at joking!" Ouke laughed awkwardly, cursing the damn human in his heart.

"My name is Luke, what's yours—" "Ouke! By the way, your name is really ugly!"

Looking at this irritable little thing, the centurion's expression was strange.

There was no difference, just one syllable off.

Not far away, the undead sitting on the tractor yawned, looked at his good brother, and made a clattering sound.

"When can we start?"

"Don't know! I just hope these NPCs hurry up, don't dawdle anymore!"

Just when the two were communicating, another undead brother standing not far away cursed.

"Damn! Why can't my legs move?"

The old player standing on the side teased.

"Are you a newbie? Isn't it common sense that you can't move during a cutscene?"

"@%#!" ===== CHAPTER 439 =====