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Chapter 271 Tribes
Dum looked at the displaced people in front of him, some of whom he was quite familiar with.Time has left its mark on these poor gypsies, and although only ten years have passed, many look at least 30 years older.

He spotted a white-haired old man from the crowd at a glance.

"Boris?"

The old man froze for a moment, then timidly raised his eyelids to look at the man in armor wrapped in a cloak in front of him, pointed at himself hesitantly and asked, "Are you calling me, sir?"

"Of course you, Boris." Doom said, taking off his hood and reaching to remove his mask, "Remember me, Boris?"

The old man narrowed his eyes, as if he was trying very hard to match this handsome face with someone in his memory.After a while, his expression gradually froze, his mouth slowly opened wide, revealing an unbelievably exaggerated expression.

"How much is Vivek!?" he exclaimed in surprise.

The other gypsies also cast suspicious glances, and looked at the stranger in armor from a new perspective.

Victor?Which Victor?Could it be Victor von Doom?The son of that wicked witch, Cynthia von Doom?
Even after so many years, they will never forget.Whether people like him or not, Victor von Doom has become a legend among them.He has behaved differently from ordinary people since he was a child. He is a true genius, and he also has courage and courage that do not match his age.The period with Doom was the only time in the history of this small tribe that it could resist the army.Since Doom left, their living conditions have gone from bad to worse, and many people have died under cold guns.

But then there were rumors that he was involved in some accident and disappeared.Most people always thought he was dead.

"It's me." Doom confirmed their guess with a hoarse voice.He slowly raised his hand, put on the mask again, and said, "I left for a while, to learn the necessary knowledge, to seek the power to reverse everything. Now, I have found what I want. Now I I'm back, and I need you to follow my orders."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and no one said a word for a long time.

"Well, my master." Boris finally spoke first, and the old man asked, "Then what do you need me to do?"

"Call all families, call all people." Doom said in a low voice, "I want to show everyone the way."

News of Victor von Doom's return spread quickly throughout the small clan.The various families that had once been under his leadership quickly regrouped, and they sat around the dazzling bonfire in the dark, listening to Doom's speech nervously.

Doom cut his teeth straight, telling them of his plans and ambitions.He promises to bring their enemies down from the throne of this country, and show them all the way he has paved.

"Your idea is astonishing, von Doom," said the patriarch of a certain family, frowning, "but we must consider that... the king is not the baron he used to be. His power is not what it used to be, and now he has Russia He has countless guns in his hand, and endless soldiers. We can't"

"My wisdom is far beyond your imagination. When you are still worrying about your next move, I am at least ten steps ahead of you." Dum said coldly, "But I don't need all of you to understand me plan. I am here to tell you clearly what is going to happen next in this country. Latvinia will break out a revolution like no one has ever seen before, and we will succeed."

He put his hands behind his back in the cloak, and the bonfire cast his tall and hideous shadow on the ground.

"The weapons are ready, you don't need to worry about that part of the problem. Now I just need people. I need you to take up your guns, go to the battlefield and take back power from those who have oppressed us for generations. We will be in this land No one knows the plants and trees here better than you, and the terrain is our absolute advantage. Then I need some of you to act as messengers to convey my message to people all over the country."

"What message?"

"Dawn, gentlemen. My message is that the dawn is coming," said Doom. "The long night of Latvinia is coming to an end, and all who want the king's downfall will join me. I will give you some Weapons that I personally developed, some technology that the heads of state of this poor country could not have dreamed of. You take these weapons and let other people know what I am today and who I am. Of course they will Join us as they learn that freedom is within reach."

A bearded man who had been silent for a long time sat with his knees hugged, and finally stood up uncontrollably.

"The way I see it, Doom," he pointed at Doom, "I think you're just coveting the Baron's position. The Baron is a bastard, but I don't think we'll have any freedom if you rule."

Boris was taken aback, and quickly interrupted: "Tovat, you shouldn't talk to the master like that."

Dum waved his hand: "Let him talk."

Seeing that Doom didn't seem to mind, Torvat's fear and uneasiness seemed to be dispelled a little.He raised his voice and continued: "You abandoned us, Doom, you have no idea how we got here all these years. I don't know where you have been, what kind of experience you have. But if you think you can To come back out of nowhere, wearing this cloak like a madman, and expect us to work hard for you and recruit troops for you, you're dead wrong."

Dum's eyes were blank, and he asked calmly, "Are you finished?"

Tovat stopped, vaguely aware that something was wrong.

"very good."

Without extra nonsense or movement, the fingertips of Dum's right hand pierced with scarlet lightning, and hit Towat in the blink of an eye.The man's body was instantly scorched black by the high-voltage electricity, and a faint white smoke rose from his body. He fell on his back with round eyes, and died in a miserable state.

The women screamed, and even the men of the tribe were speechless.The way people looked at Doom suddenly changed, and turned into more pure awe and fear, as if they were looking at the incarnation of the devil.

Poor Tovat.Although he was not on good terms with the von Doom family in the following days, he also played violin music at Victor's parents' wedding.No one expected him to end up like this.

Doom folded his arms expressionlessly, as if he had slapped a fly to death.

"Now, are there any other questions?"

(End of this chapter)