Douluo blood duke

Chapter 223 Tattaglia
On a mountain path leading to Tataglia, a team of hundreds of people is slowly moving forward. Most of the team are old, young, women and children. Although there are mature men, they are all crippled or without Hands, or no feet, or few ears.

They were holding and wearing damaged rattan armor and weapons, looking around vigilantly.

One of them seemed to be the leader of the group, looked at the silhouette of the city in the distance, and shouted happily to the team behind him.

"Everyone, work hard, Tataglia is coming soon!"

"Captain, let's take a break. We've been driving for a long time, and the child is exhausted and passed out."

"Yeah, my old arms and legs, I can't walk anymore."

There was a wailing sound from the team, which dissipated the excitement on the face of the leading captain. He looked at the group of haggard people, pursed his lips, lowered his head, and finally sighed: "Okay then, Rest for two hours."

After finishing speaking, everyone in the team dissipated the pent-up anger in their hearts, found stones or broken logs by the roadside and sat down to rest.

The captain also leaned on crutches, and dragged his remaining leg to a rock and sat down. After putting down the crutch, he looked down at the broken part of his leg, with a look of sadness in his eyes.

"team leader."

A young man with half of his hand approached, he carefully glanced at the resting team behind, whispered to the captain, and said worriedly: "Captain, you said that Lord Ramke would accept us, and they .”

The captain glanced at him, frowned, and scolded: "Don't talk nonsense, why would the city lord not accept us."

"But we left with them a month ago, and now those with missing arms and legs are back, and they are still with them, why don't we leave them behind, and let's go by ourselves, the city lord may still see us for the sake of being civilians in the city Accept us, after all, they are not citizens of Tataglia."

The captain stared with tiger eyes, grabbed the young man by the collar, and whispered, "You bastard, what are you talking about?"

He glanced at the people in the team behind and found that no one was paying attention to them, so he quickly let go of the kid, and said in a cold voice: "Don't forget, if it weren't for us, why would they be like this? If you say such things, you still have Conscience?"

The young man looked at his severed palm with stubborn eyes and wanted to speak, but under the fierce eyes of the captain, he bowed his head submissively and said unwillingly: "Yes."

The captain snorted coldly at him, picked up the crutches, shook off the arm of the young man who was about to help him, stood up with difficulty, and shouted to the team behind him: "It is enough to rest for a while, we must return to the tower before dark." Thalia City, otherwise you will be attacked by monsters at night, let's go."

His voice was not loud, but no one dared to pretend not to hear them. One by one, they hurriedly cleaned up and prepared to move on.

Under a tree, an old man with thinning hair, wearing a luxurious but messy robe, with his back leaning against a big tree, his eyes closed, and his eyes were closed. Judging from the appearance of his clothes, he should not appear here, because his Clothes have indicated his identity, sacrificial priest.

Stark led his troops to attack the city, and in every city, he used the brilliance of the gods to make the civilians in the city recruit young and strong, plunder money and food, and cleanse the officials, but he did not dare to move a word against these sacrifices.

"Master Sacrifice, wake up, it's time to go."

A woman came over, respectfully pushed the priest and whispered.

The priest opened his eyes, looked at the woman, nodded his head, and stood up nimbly, which made the woman's caressing hand come to nothing. The woman was even more surprised, looking at the priest whose aura had changed drastically back.

Except for the woman, no one noticed that the aura of withering on the priest's body disappeared, and a bright and sunny aura emanated from his body, affecting those people standing around him, and the woman was After a short period of surprise, she didn't bother anymore and went back to her own affairs, so she didn't see a golden light shining in the priest's eyes.

A group of teams, after going down the mountain, walked towards Tattaglia.

And when there were still a hundred meters away from Tattaglia, several figures descended from the sky.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot, your own people!"

After the captain saw the decoration of the falling figure, he quickly waved his arms and said to the people on both sides.

Before he joined the Holy Expeditionary Army, he was also a member of the City Guards, so he naturally recognized his identity.

"Hey, isn't this from the Holy Expeditionary Army? How did it become like this? Why is your Pope treating you badly?"

Behind the captain, a voice mingled with resentment and anger came.

The captain hurriedly turned around, stared at the person who spoke, and said excitedly, "Cass, it's you!"

The middle-aged goblin named Cass was stunned for a moment when the captain called his name. He glanced at the captain with wide eyes, and then exclaimed, "Miike, why did you become like this?"

"Cass!"

"Mike!"

Although they haven't seen each other for only a month, the longing for their friends between the two goblins makes them feel that they have been separated for a long time.

They hugged each other excitedly, and the soldiers of the other city guards also put down their weapons when they saw this.

"Mike, how did you come back, and your legs."

After embracing for a while, the two separated. Cass looked down at his friend's broken leg and asked holding his breath.

Michael smiled bitterly and said: "Don't mention it, Cass, think about it, you are so lucky, you were left in the city back then, those of us soldiers who followed that fellow Stark to fight in other cities, all those with broken limbs, They were all kicked out of the team and abandoned."

"However, we are also very lucky. Many goblins died on the way back. We arrived, and fortunately, we ran into you."

Cass smiled happily, and looked back at the team behind Michel. Seeing that there were women, children, and old people inside, he asked strangely: "Michel, who are they?"

Michel's face sank, and he said in a low voice: "Cass, they are ordinary civilians who were beaten up by us to live in peace. I couldn't bear them to stay in the ruins of a blank city, so I brought them back. Cass, can you accommodate me and let them follow us back to Tataglia."

When Cass heard this, he understood what the old friend meant. He smiled, patted the old friend on the shoulder and said, "What are you accommodating? The city lord has already ordered that no matter which city the civilians come from, as long as they are good elves and don't make trouble, Those who are willing to stay and help rebuild the city can enter Tataglia."

"Are you willing to stay and help us build Tataglia?"

He asked the refugees behind the Michel.

"Yes, we will."

The people replied excitedly.

"In that case, come with us."

"Come on, Michael."

Cass supported Michael and said.

"Thank you, Cass."

Tears flowed from Michel's eyes. He hadn't shed tears for a long time. He didn't even shed tears when he woke up from a coma and knew that he had broken his leg and was abandoned by the army. But at this moment, he couldn't help it. .

Cass smiled and shook his head at him, saying, "Don't thank me."

"If you want to thank, thank the city lord and Tataglia."

Michel looked up at his old friend, looked at the damaged but crowded city wall in the distance, with shining eyes, and secretly recited it twice in his heart.

"Tatalia, Tataglia!"

(End of this chapter)