Chapter 313: Can't sweep clean

The Wulasha Pass is the border between the Duchy of Uss and the Duchy of De Luo Sa. It has now become a refugee camp, with as many as 30,000 refugees crowded in this area, waiting for relief.

The temperature at night in the mountainous area is very low, and the wind at the pass is even more fierce. Every morning, refugees are frozen stiff and dragged to the back for treatment.

Calling it treatment, all the refugees know what the fate of those dragged away is. It's highly likely they are thrown into a mountain ditch to feed wild wolves. However, everyone is in no mood to sympathize with those people, because it's very likely that on the next night, they themselves will become the icicles dragged away.

This morning, more than a dozen icicles were carried out of the camp again. Two of them were tightly hugging each other. The larger one was a boy of sixteen or seventeen, tightly holding a little girl of about ten in his arms. They were probably siblings.

The scavenger carrying the corpse sighed: "They were good children. The clothes were all wrapped around the sister. Sigh, unfortunately, it was still too thin. If there were a bonfire, it would be good. Let's pull more firewood back later."

The young scavenger pulling the cart in front also sighed: "Pulling more is useless. These children can't compete with the adults in the camp. In the end, the ones dragged out are all children and women."

"Do your best, what else can you do? Pull more, maybe you can leak more to them," the old scavenger sighed.

As scavengers, besides sweeping the streets, their most common part-time job is collecting corpses. Logically speaking, things like sympathy should have been worn away long ago.

But after the refugees flooded over, in just one month, they had already cleaned up hundreds of corpses. And this was just the result of their group. There were too many human tragedies, many of which happened to those children and women. Even without sympathy, it would be suffocating.

The young scavenger kicked the gravel on the ground hard and said angrily: "Why not just let them in? Why block them at the pass? Find a place to shelter from the wind and then accommodate them, wouldn't that be better?"

The old scavenger slapped him on the head: "Are you crazy? Do you know how many Uss spies are hidden in there? And from the back of the pass to the capital, it's all accessible in all directions. If you let them in, you can't block them. Do you want your family and friends to become refugees like them?"

The young scavenger rubbed his head and said with insufficient confidence: "It shouldn't be that bad, right? Hasn't Uss always had a relatively good relationship with us?"

"Pah, these refugees were driven over by them. Good relationship, my ass. Don't say such unreliable things in the future, or I'll report you to the officer," the old scavenger scolded.

The vehicle turned to a mountain forest, and some strong men and women in white robes flooded over, carefully transferring the corpses on the cart to stretchers, and said politely to the two scavengers: "Alright, leave it to us now."

After speaking, they added solemnly: "Please be a little lighter when moving. If the wounded are damaged, it will be more troublesome for us to treat them."

The young scavenger didn't take it seriously and was about to refute something, but was blocked behind by the old scavenger, who hurriedly replied: "Yes, yes, officer, we will pay attention."

Turning back, until they couldn't see those people in white robes, the young scavenger said unhappily: "Treat what? They are already stiff. They don't even blush when lying."

The old scavenger shook his head, as if he were an inexperienced junior: "You, who said that if they are stiff, they can't be saved? Have you seen a corpse that is still talking with maggots falling off its face, talking while maggots fall off and leaking air? There are many things in this world you haven't seen. Don't be nosy, and don't be too curious, or you won't live long."

Unfortunately, the self-righteous old scavenger guessed wrong. These stiff 'corpses' were moved into the cave by the people in white robes, placed on clean beds, and then one by one stepped forward: "My Lord Ang, please grant me power! Cleansing!"

A holy light shone on their hands.

The light wiped over the bodies of the pair of siblings, and the originally somewhat cyan skin color gradually returned to normal.

After casting two holy lights, the first person in white robes was a bit tired and retreated. The second person in white robes followed, until the pair of siblings completely recovered.

At this moment, another person in white robes stepped forward, pressing hard on the brother's heart, with such force that the chest cavity was pressed flat, and then he shouted: "My Lord Ang, please grant me power! Rebirth!"

Under the power of rebirth, the entire chest cavity bulged, and the heart also tightened sharply, and then resumed beating.

With the flow of blood, color returned to the brother's face, and he breathed steadily, soon opening his eyes.

Because death hadn't exceeded twenty-four hours, and might not even have been an hour, neither the soul nor memory was damaged.

The brother who opened his eyes saw the person in white robes sacrificing holy light to treat his sister. Soon, the young sister also recovered her heartbeat and breathing.

Looking at the white robes and the holy light, the brother seemed to remember some legend and asked excitedly: "You... are you angels sent by the Light to save us?"

An elderly person in white robes turned his head and smiled kindly at him: "Hehe, yes, but we are not angels. We are just priestesses. Remember, my Lord's name—Ang."

Although Kebosi didn't know why Lady Lisha let them pretend to be priests of the Light, it didn't matter. What was spread was still the great name of my Lord Ang.

Kebosi was once a commoner in the City of Cold Ice, unable to eat his fill or keep warm, and couldn't even afford his parents' coffins, until the arrival of Lord Ang.

Lord Ang brought grain and the World Tree. Not only did they have enough to eat and wear, but occasionally they had beetroots to eat. When sick, there were people to treat them; when dead, there were people to bury them. Even his parents' coffins were taken care of. It was said that they were jujube wood imported from the human world.

Finally, they didn't have to search the wilderness for the remains of their ancestors. This was a prosperous age never imagined before. Since then, Kebosi became a devout believer of Ang, and through layers of assessment, became a priest in the Undead Temple.

All the men and women in white robes here were priests of the Undead Temple. They reported directly to Lady Lisha, but their direct leader was High Priest Ouke.

Now that Lady Lisha wasn't here, he could only go to report to High Priest Ouke.

Kebosi found the little boy who was seriously sweeping the floor in the cave and said respectfully: "High Priest Ouke, thirty refugees were admitted today, and basically all were saved. However, a few people have stubborn diseases. Our strength is insufficient, and we need you to take action personally."

Ouke scratched his head: "Okay."

Kebosi continued to report: "Among these recovered people, the vast majority are poor commoners. However, two or three were brought here because of the recurrence of old injuries. I checked their injuries, and basically, they were all knife, gun, and sword wounds. After curing them, I interrogated them, and sure enough, they were all spies from the Duchy of Uss mixed in with the refugees. I interrogated them, and this is the recorded confession. It has been cross-checked in three parties, and the inconsistent places have been marked."

After speaking, he was about to hand it to Ouke.

Ouke shook his head: "Can't understand. Give it to Lady Lisha."

Kebosi expected this would happen. After all, High Priest Ouke was famous for not managing affairs, just like their main god Ang.

After reporting some daily affairs, Ouke listened and then let it go, following Kebosi to the admission area.

Several caves nearby had been renovated, which were the resettlement area, the admission area, and the emergency area.

Those who didn't need emergency treatment but had injuries and illnesses would temporarily stay in the admission area, and then be transferred to the resettlement area after being cured.

After Ouke came over, several patients with stubborn diseases were cured one by one and transferred out one after another.

Finally, only one spy was left.

"This is one of the three spies. The other two were cured, but this guy has a hard lump in his heart. No matter how we treat it, the hard lump hasn't shrunk, and it has already pressed against his blood vessels. If not treated, he will die soon," Kebosi said.

Ouke leaned forward, sacrificed holy light, and pressed it on the spy's heart position.

This spy showed a mocking smile: "You Light running dogs, when did you become so kind? What's the difference to you whether you cure it or not? Back then, I knelt at the gate of your temple holding my daughter, but because I couldn't take out twenty gold coins, you had people drive us into a small alley. My daughter slowly turned cold in my arms. What kind of kindness are you pretending today?"

Ouke was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said truthfully: "It has nothing to do with us. We..."

He wanted to say they weren't the Church of Light, but was kicked by Kebosi. Kebosi interrupted: "You misunderstood. We are not saving you. It's mainly because the lord hasn't returned, and we are afraid you will die early."

"Sure enough, the Light's running dogs are always so cold-blooded. You have sucked blood from commoners for too long and have forgotten compassion and kindness. Actually, you say I am a spy, which is wrong. I am different from the other two. I have another name—Death Soldier. This is my fate!"

This spy (Death Soldier) said this, clamped his chest hard, as if crushing something. The Death Soldier's whole body tightened, blood vessels surged, and his eyes widened in anger.

Kebosi was shocked: "That's not a proliferative hard object, but an implanted thing. God, I checked it long ago and didn't find any implants at all. This thing is probably placed near the heart from childhood and fused with the heart after growing up, so it couldn't be discovered. This is a Death Soldier cultivated from childhood."

"You guessed right." The Death Soldier's body grew a circle, like a mad beast, and punched Ouke's head.

Although there was no weapon, looking at the power and speed of that fist, it was enough to blow a person's head off with one punch.

Ouke was like a thin boy under the beast's claws, but he didn't have any panic, and even took a step forward.

A black hole suddenly cracked open behind him, and a golden hand bone stretched out, steadily grabbing the fist smashed by the Death Soldier.

The second hand bone also stretched out from the black hole, but perhaps because it disliked Ouke blocking the way, it directly pulled him aside, and a golden skeleton crawled out from inside.

The Death Soldier was dazed. The one he wanted to kill was a Light running dog. Why did a skeleton pop out?

There was no time for him to think more. The Bone Priest inserted a palm into his chest and dug out the hard object. It turned out to be a crystal ball the size of a horse's eye.

At this moment, the crystal ball had shattered, and liquid was flowing out from inside. It was estimated to be a potion that stimulated the Death Soldier's potential and caused him to go mad and transform.

The hard object was on his heart. Being dug out, the heart was also broken. The Death Soldier wanted to struggle on his deathbed, but couldn't struggle, and then died with full of doubts, watching with his own eyes.

I clearly wanted to kill the Light running dog, why did a skeleton pop out?

The Death Soldier died, and the scene calmed down. At this time, Ouke and Kebosi discovered that the Bone Priest's appearance was not very good, and it was actually dirty, with various hard knots like bird droppings.

Ouke pulled at its bones a few times and asked in confusion: "What happened?"

The Bone Priest's hollow eye sockets moved to Ouke, silent for several seconds, before slowly saying: "You should have summoned me earlier."

It turned out that since killing the Insect God Hemuer, the Bone Priest had been staying in that cave.

Ouke tilted his head: "You said, it's the same everywhere."

The Bone Priest's tone was a bit frustrated: "Can't sweep clean."

The cave where Hemuer stayed was high and large, with too many sundries. Without the Insect God, some bats would fly in from time to time and poop in the air.

At first, the Bone Priest would use a soul shock to kill those bats.

But their corpses fell down, becoming bigger piles of garbage than poop. After sweeping them to the side, they would rot and grow worms, crawling all over the floor.

No matter how it swept, the cave couldn't be swept clean, which made the Bone Priest very anxious, and its head went bald.

"Oh, do you want to go back?" Ouke asked.

"Yes."

Ouke opened the summoning channel again. The Bone Priest stepped in, and when it appeared again, it was the familiar Undead Temple.

A chubby Tauren aunt was watering holy mushrooms there. Seeing the Bone Priest, she was very happy: "Good day, Lord Bone, long time no see, is your body okay?"

After greeting, the Tauren aunt carried the water bucket and left. Anyway, the Bone Priest wouldn't answer. Instead, she had to be careful not to let the holy mushrooms grow into the range of the temple, otherwise, it would chase you with a broom.

Not long after walking out, the Tauren aunt heard the sound of sweeping the floor in the temple again.

The priests of the Undead Temple arrived outside the refugee camp early. The army of the Grand Duke of De Luo Sa was naturally prepared early, just waiting for the Uss Duchy's army to throw themselves into the net.

The entire plan was formulated by Anthony, the acting Pope of the Holy Church. Duchess Mei Sha even saw this legendary figure with her own eyes.

That day, Duchess Mei Sha led the high-level officials of the duchy to hold meetings for several days to discuss the formulated defense plan and came to find Ang and Lisha, and saw a mysterious person in a cloak.

The mysterious person pulled off the hood and introduced himself: "My name is Anthony. Hello, I read your plan. To be honest, this plan is too cruel."

"I want to ask you a question. Do you want to block the Uss people outside the border, sit and watch the land of Uss being annexed by lords and nobles, commoners becoming refugees, continuously running to you, eating yours and drinking yours, otherwise dying within your territory?"