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Volume 2 [Dark Tide] Chapter 527: Liberation of Villages Movement

It's those undead who blinded our eyes! We can't go on blind like this!

for freedom!

To no longer be enslaved!

Shouts sounded in a village on the edge of the Tasman. The hunters with hunting knives followed the man in the central square of the village and shouted slogans. The farmers in the village were a little unclear at first, but as people around them discussed The content gradually spread, and some of them began to shout slogans.

Hey, Sherlock, are what they said true? The lords are all puppets controlled by the undead? Are we all victims?

Whether what he said is true or not, what can you do in this situation? It is true that you will pay a lot less taxes... I have actually seen Barov upset for a long time.

That's right. The questioning farmer turned his head away, raised his arms and began to shout along with the crowd: Execute him! Execute him!

At this time, the one who was pushed out in the center of the square was the butler Barov that the farmers were talking about. He was tied up by the hunters and brought in front of everyone, unable to speak because his mouth was gagged, he could only look at the excited crowd around him in horror, struggling uselessly.

It was Kulka who took the lead in speaking - after the leader of the hunter was liberated in his village, he led other hunters to arm themselves, and quickly started liberating the surrounding villages and towns together with the undead Dasco's team. action. Up to now, the noble stewards and private soldiers of five villages have been directly taken down by them, and they have easily gained control of these villages.

At the same time, in order to gather people's hearts, Kulka also began to consciously promote a concept to everyone, which can be summed up in one sentence: Our cause is just!

Although the excuse sounds a bit blunt, I don’t know how many people really believe it,

But now it does have a positive effect - when Barov was beheaded by the crowd, the cheers of the crowd also proved this point.

Looking at the crowd in front of him, Kulka breathed a sigh of relief. At the moment, this village is obviously not guarded by necromancers belonging to the Tasman nobles, otherwise a fierce battle must be inevitable now. He turned his head and looked into the distance, the undead Dasco and his hands were not coming in the shadows, just nodded silently.

Kulka understands that now is not the time to let the undead and humans stand on the same front, and rashly telling the villagers Dasco's identity may directly lead to an unimaginable crisis of trust.

But now Kulka also has to face many problems: after the liberation of the five villages, the number of villagers under his control has exceeded 1,800, of which 200 are hunters and farmers with combat effectiveness. Although it sounds small and scale, in fact the organization is extremely loose, and the combat effectiveness is difficult to guarantee due to the shortage of equipment.

At the same time, because the two battles were affected by the necromancer, the villagers in two of the villages were forced to transfer, and this also caused a huge logistical burden-after all, they are not undead, and they all need to eat. The only way to maintain logistics is to rely on continuous expansion to meet the demand for food. Therefore, Kulka must act before the undead of Tasman have reacted, otherwise they will not be able to resist the suppression of the necromancer.

Lord Boqi has not noticed the changes in his territory, and this is the last time left for Kulka to consolidate his power.

So... it must be done as soon as possible.

Kulka took out a simple map, looked up at the gloomy sky, and pointed to the east in the drizzle—Rush to Tasker Village before dark! We must rescue all our compatriots as soon as possible!

yes!

Get rid of these undead scum!

The gathering of responses made Kulka's tense spirit slightly relaxed. He quickly arranged for his men to control the village, and then led more teams of hunters towards the next village.

Is it really possible to go on like this?

In the shadows, Takris the Awakened holding a bone staff asked Dasco, who had been silent all along.

As the supreme leader of the entire rebel army, Dasco already possessed considerable prestige at this time. Because not only did he let Kulka gather nearly 2,000 humans in a few days, but he also personally pulled the awakened ones he had been looking for for more than 20 years into the camp one by one.

These undead whose memories have not been erased call themselves awakened ones. They can become the target of transformation chosen by the undead, which means that these people are the best among the lambs, and after these years of accumulation, there are currently more than one hundred awakened including more than fifteen undead There are more than forty mages with extremely strong combat capabilities, and they are already a force that cannot be underestimated.

But Dasco knows that simply relying on the awakened and these humans to fight against Augustine is tantamount to nonsense. Maybe he can rely on the opponent's ignorance to establish some advantages in the early stage, but if Augustine really frees up his hands to deal with him, he really can send someone at random Members of parliament can lead troops to push these villages to the ground...

So to Takris' question, Dasco replied in a hoarse voice: We must get more people to stand with us as soon as possible, even if the other party agrees not to come and deal with us.

You mean the council guy?

Tarkris is one of the few necromancers among the Awakened, but he is still far from the level of a member of the parliament. However, he quickly agreed with Dasco's idea: Augustine's war this time triggered The fierce opposition from many members of the parliament, as long as my group of rebels can contact a few of them, it may be a sure thing to get support.

Heh... This is the so-called political correctness.

Takris shook his head, thinking that this kind of thing is really absurd and weird. However, he quickly suppressed this emotion, and seemed to think of something: By the way, we encountered a group of 'foreign species' in the forest to the south yesterday. Do you think it is necessary to contact them?

Alien...

Dasco has seen alien species, but without exception, they were all captured. For as long as I can remember, these guys have been wanted throughout the country and can be exchanged for rewards. So it never occurred to anyone to communicate with these humanoids. And now...he thought about it, then shook his head and said, Even if we want to contact, I'm afraid we won't get any response. Some hatred cannot be resolved, and these guys don't have much fighting power, just ignore it.

clear.

Takris nodded, no longer caring about those purple-skinned alien species.

*****

Under the rain, Rody's team walked in the mud with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Although fully prepared, the poor terrain on the mountain road after crossing the valley still brought difficulties to the horses. It's useless to be anxious in this situation, I can only be patient and move towards the established goal, and at the same time rely on various spells to cover up to prevent exposure of whereabouts.

Thanks to Nata's previous all-round investigation, the comparison in memory and the support of Houdini's prophecy, Rody's understanding of the Tasman is now extremely detailed. Therefore, even if he has never been to the Tasman before, his current performance is enough to be called a qualified ground guide. Although the road was difficult, Roddy was not idle. He used the convenience of the sound-proof barrier to explain the internal composition of the Tasman Kingdom, giving Merlinsera and others a general impression of the country.

According to what you say, isn't the human being in Tasman very sad? The most terrifying thing is not the hardship of life, but living in a well-planned deception from beginning to end, even without realizing it until death.

Merlinsera used to be a member of the Shadow Dragon Clan, but she didn't have a detailed understanding of the specific composition of the undead world. Most of her knowledge about undead is general and general discourse, and more about the description of undead spells. Hearing what Roddy said now, I can't help feeling a little emotional.

Whether it's sad or not is relative. In fact, no one can confirm whether they are living in a scam. Think about the high elves who were close to reaching the peak. Why did they say that they died? In the current world, isn't it Or maybe it's just a fantasy created by a certain god when he was bored?

Roddy also expressed his feelings. As a modern person, the endless inferences and ideas have already spread to the public level. In his world, middle school students can talk about quantum mechanics and a brief history of time, let alone inferences such as sims and brain in a vat?

He has always had unspeakable doubts about the meaning of his existence, but obviously this kind of question can only be used to express a few words, but he can never discuss it with anyone.

Is it a dream of a god?

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the heart. Akasha on the side suddenly became a little confused when she heard the words. Looking at the rain and mist, she suddenly felt that she had always regarded such a happy life as a dream. While she was happy in her heart, she was also afraid that this dream would suddenly shatter—this is the thought that people who have experienced pain for a long time must have. So after hearing what Rody said, she held the platinum scepter in her hand with some worry...

Never lose such a life, even at all costs!

She secretly discovered this oath in her heart.

The things you said have never been brought up before. Melinthra was once at the top of the power level, so she has a deeper understanding of seemingly simple words, The gods have now become symbols, and all we have The strongest person I can see is just a 'half god', but this is very different from a real 'god'. No one knows how powerful a god will be. Create the world? Destroy the world? Or just create A dream?

She frowned and thought for a while, but then smiled: Forget it, this kind of problem should not be considered now, you guy always has some weird ideas in your mind.

Luo Di smiled and didn't say anything else, but felt that the tense atmosphere became more relaxed with Merlinsera chatting by his side. But as the team gradually left the range of the Gondola Mountains, the first scheduled village would appear in Rody's sight.

It's time to get down to business.

To deal with the undead, Roddy has prepared one set of methods after another, the principles are simple and easy to understand: win over one faction, suppress one faction, and appease another faction. Surrounding the enemy's country, it is impossible to kill as much as when entering the grassland - the orcs have no room for compromise, but the existence of the Tasman Kingdom is extremely special, and Roddy does not want to use a lot of force resources to solve problems that can be solved with the brain to solve.

The longbow was wrapped in waterproof demonized fish skin. Rody locked his eyes on the outline of the village that could be vaguely seen in the forest in front of him, thinking about how to get in touch with these lambs, but not long after, the scouts ahead But he brought a piece of news that surprised him...

There was a battle in the village just a day ago, and now there is no one except for the dead body?

Rody blinked his eyes, and repeated to make sure he had heard correctly. Countless question marks popped up in his mind: This is really different from the expected scenario!

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