It was bright at noon, but looking at the bodies of the civilians on the ground, Bren Hill felt a cold that could not be dispersed in his heart.

The city gate is open.

Refugees holding white flags came from outside tremblingly.

There are only twenty or thirty people in this team, each of whom looks pale and thin. After entering the city, he looked around with a terrified look.

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

This is most common for people who farm in the wind and sun.

If animals do not gain weight by eating, it is because they have parasites in their stomachs.

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

Among the crowd, an old man was headed. He looked about fifty or sixty years old. He was wearing a shabby felt hat on his head and a thin work clothes on his body. He was trembling all over. He was holding a piece of shabby white cloth in his hand and supported it with a tree branch.

The hand holding the crutch hard was not a palm as red and round as a nobleman, but was as thin as a chicken's feet, with blue veins exposed.

After entering the city.

The surrounding Holy Sect soldiers immediately surrounded them with a fierce expression and stepped forward to search for their bodies.

"Let them come."

Bren Hill stopped the actions of the Holy Cult Army.

Even among the crowd, Bren Hill was the most dazzling one. The light on her body was dazzling, and anyone seemed a little small in front of her.

The Holy Cult Army spread out like clouds and took the initiative to make way for a road.

Those people came to the Valkyrie with fear and anxiety.

Valkyrie is so beautiful that it exudes some invisible aura, so that when those people are still fifty meters away from Valkyrie, they stop and stop moving forward.

The old man showed a happy and desolate expression on his face, and his lips squirmed, but he couldn't speak.

Until someone around him coughed twice impatiently.

The old man put down his crutch and knelt down at the Valkyrie with his protruding body, saying in a bad common word: "Curris, I have seen His Highness Valkyrie!"

While the old man kneeled down.

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

Bren Hill had a lot of things to say in his heart, but for some reason, after seeing these farmers, he suddenly thought of what happened that night. Those words were just lingering in his mind and could not be said.

"You bold slaves!"

At this time, the city lord Decathon had already spoken first, and he scolded: "You are murderers and executioners. Because of your laziness, you have violated the laws of the Holy City and dared to appear in front of Valkyrie. You should be roasted into charcoal by the scorching sacred fire!"

As Decathon cursed, the nobles and farmers around him also shouted and cursed.

Because of the uprising of these peasants, it is estimated that it will be difficult for them to have a satisfactory harvest this year. The appearance of Valkyrie also made these nobles full of courage. They just wanted to catch all the rebels and torture them hard, so that all the peasants would be like slaves and would never dare to resist again.

It turns out that in their eyes, I am also a creature like them... Bren Hill realized this a little sadly.

In the Holy City.

She, Brenshire Akales.

The direct heirs of the Knights and Saints’ families are almost the pinnacle of all nobles.

"oops!"

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

"Shut up!" Bren Hill said seriously.

Seeing the Valkyrie angry, the nobles and farmers around him no longer dared to make noises. Everyone shut their mouths, and the farmers were still lying on the cold floor.

"Get up."

Valkyrie's command is absolute.

The people stood up from the ground one by one.

The old man in the head barely stood firm from the ground with the help of the middle-aged man beside him.

"Well, why are you rebelling?"

The Valkyrie's words made the refugees who had finally gotten up from the ground and stood firmly almost kneel down again.

"To be honest." Before the old man spoke, his voice was already choked, "We really had no food or clothing. In addition, the legend of the dead in the forest, we really couldn't survive... But we are still willing to obey the law of the church. We are not sinners!"

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

Decathlon, who was blown away by Valkyrie before, actually stood up again.

He limped to the Valkyrie, pointed his stubborn finger at the refugees in front of him, and shouted: "How dare they say such blasphemy? What do you think of Valkyrie as, fool?"

He turned around, bent down at the Valkyrie, and pointed his finger at the ragged farmers.

"Sir, you don't know that those farmers are the most cunning guys. They hold food privately and secretly develop crops in the forest. When the tax officials come, they say they have nothing. They farm on our land and dare to store food privately. Aren't these guys thieves?"

"It's already kind to us not have the Holy Clan kill these guys right away."

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

Speaking of the latter.

Decathlon was already trembling violently due to his anger and his cheeks were red.

That look was as if this landlord and nobleman had suffered great grievances and were severely oppressed by the ragged peasants in front of him.

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

"We gave them food, and they were not only unhappy, but also attacked us, violating the law of the church. They were the most cunning, cowardly, and the worst-hearted guys!"

With Decathlon's lead.

The great nobles behind them began to agree and accused loudly.

Decathon's accusations made the farmers tremble with anger. They blushed and wanted to fight against these nobles.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Next to the old man, a relatively thick and short man retorted angrily: "You treat people as animals! And what we eat is not as good as animals, and the taxes are getting heavier every year!"

"A few years ago, it still collected 70% and then 80% and this year it collected 90% and a half%! How do you let us live!?"

Bren Hill noticed the first time that the man was wearing the training suit of the Holy Cult Army.

"Lieutenant Gruth, as a Holy Sect, you betrayed your faith and mingled with those hateful rebels. It seems that you are quite proud of it!" A nobleman sneered in the crowd.

"Pooh!"

Gruth cursed mercilessly: "I just don't want to be the minion of you vampires!"

"Vampire!?" Decathon confronted, "Have you seen that vampire willing to give you food?"

"Food, when will you give us food?"

Gruth's face turned pale, and his tone was filled with anger that was almost crying, "You always go to snatch food and burn houses. You force them to work as a coolie, and kill people if you don't obey! You also open a casino in private and lure those self-cultivated farmers to gamble. When they lose all their money, they lend money and rob their fields. During natural disasters, you also raise prices and lend money, and raise the price of farm tools to more than ten times!"

"Damn it! Damn it! You vampires dare to lie in front of Valkyrie!"

While scolding this.

Gruth's teeth were clenched, and his voice almost squeezed out from the cracks of his teeth. After saying these words, he seemed to have taken time to take all his strength, sat on the ground, pounding the ground hard, leaving bloody fist marks beside him.

Bren Hill appeared in front of him, frowning and a heavy face.

"You said, they have not sent any relief food."

“Some, some.”

Decathon hurriedly said, "They are just lying. They are all greedy, and the words of the farmers are the most unreliable."

"Shut up!"

Bren Hill turned around and shouted at Decathon.

"What they sent was not food at all, but a dumpling with a small amount of plant rhizomes. Under the radiation of the red moon, the wild plant was originally toxic. My wife and daughter died because of eating the kind of relief food..."

When he said this, Gruth, the strong man finally couldn't help but sobbed in a low voice.

Bren Hill thought of the kind of dumplings he had seen before.

"Damn! You are lying!" Decathon screamed again, "You have eaten so much food, but you are lying. You are also trying to attack the trading city-state of the Holy City. This is an ironclad fact. Valkyrie witnessed these things with his own eyes! You should all die, and you should all go to hell!"

"I, I..."

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

Everyone's eyes were focused on him.

He gritted his teeth, and a determined look revealed in his muddy eyes, and then he suddenly took out a sharp knife from his crutch. The surrounding Saints soldiers touched their weapons one after another, aiming at the black muzzle.

However, what no one expected was.

"Puchi!"

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

"You!" Bren Hill was stunned. She saw thick blood flowing out of the huge wound on the old man's abdomen, and the air filled with a strong smell of blood, which penetrated into her nose.
To be continued...