The prairie barbarians invaded the border again.
This kind of thing is not unusual for the people of Harriman Territory, especially those on the border.
Those prairie devils living in the northwest of the Harriman Mountains try to bypass the Harriman Mountains every winter and rush in to plunder supplies and people.
It can be said: If you are lenient, you will follow the animals, because shooting and hunting animals is your livelihood, but if you are urgent, people will be accustomed to fighting and attacking to invade!
But the strange thing is that it is now the spring when all things are recovering. The grassland tribes should be busy chasing cattle and sheep to chase pasture. Why do they suddenly violate the border in large numbers
Moretz, the leader of Harriman, couldn't figure it out.
However, this has little to do with him.
His home is located in the hinterland of the Harriman territory. Although fleeing border residents occasionally come over every winter, under the protection of the great God of Darkness, it is impossible for those terrifying prairie barbarians to come over.
He firmly believes this!
As the sun sets, among the stacked buildings in the city, smoke pierces the sky, and the setting sun is like blood.
The old hunter Moretz sat in the yard, taking advantage of the afterglow to polish his hatchet.
"Dad, pack your things quickly, the prairie barbarians are coming!"
Moretz's only son, Charlie Mo, rushed into the yard with a frightened look on his face.
"What nonsense are you talking about? We are thousands of miles away from the Harriman Mountains. How can a prairie barbarian get wings?" Moritz scolded with a straight face.
"Dad, why do you need wings? They have a teleportation array? Do you know about the teleportation array? It is said on the Internet that Bronte has already fallen! If we don't run away, sooner or later we will be affected." Charlie Mo said quickly.
"What? On the Internet? You bastard is on the Internet again? Didn't you listen to what the priest said? That is evil magic. It will devour people's souls bit by bit and kill them. How can you go to heaven without a soul?"
The old hunter Moretz looked furious.
"Dad, that's not a magic spell. Everyone is using it. It's okay."
"You bastard, you still dare to quibble. Don't think you are my son. I won't dare to send you to the Dark Night Temple!"
Moretz became furious and pointed at his son's nose to threaten him!
When it comes to the Internet, Moretz hates Hades and the God of the Internet.
The priest is right, the evil situation this year must have been brought about by the God of Hades and the Internet!
The pieces of paper falling all over the sky were like ghosts all over the sky. It was so scary.
"Dad! You have been deceived. The Internet will not devour people's souls at all. It consumes soul power just like a magician releases magic. This soul power will slowly increase back."
"What? Consumption of souls? You also know that consumption of souls has been consumed. How do you get it back?"
Charlie Mo looked at his father's stubborn appearance and was as anxious as ants on a hot pot.
Despite the fact that Hades and the Internet are spreading flyers all over the multiverse, the actual number of users is still very limited compared to the huge population base of the multiverse.
The gods are no joke about the years of hard work they have put into their mission areas.
A set of ideas such as "atonement", "go to the kingdom of God after death", "the end of the world" and so on are washed away, and there are many fanatical believers.
In particular, most of the people in the territory are not literate at all. The spiritual world is extremely lacking and poor in discernment. The only channels for obtaining information are the mouths of the Archons and the temples.
Therefore, as long as what they say is not too ridiculous and their logic is somewhat self-consistent and in line with their folk-science thinking, they will naturally believe whatever they say.
In fact, even if there is such a thing as the Blue Star with the explosion of information, there are not many of them
"Boom!"
A terrible explosion suddenly came from the city, interrupting the argument between Moritz and Charlie Mo and his son.
The father and son looked at each other!
"Oops, the prairie barbarians must have invaded. Pack your things and run away!"
"Impossible! The Dark Night Temple will protect us!" Moritz looked unbelieving.
Charlie Mo almost went crazy!
How to deal with this extremely stubborn old man
"唳—"
The sharp cry of the eagle finally brought the dispute between father and son to a conclusion.
They looked up and saw dozens of huge eagles hovering in the sky over the city, swooping down from time to time to attack important targets.
When the eagle flies sideways, you can still see the air cavalry riding on its back!
They are the grassland gods - the Eagle Cavalry!
"run!"
The father and son looked at each other, stopped arguing, and rushed into the house to clean up their belongings.
By the time they finished cleaning up and rushed out of the house, the city was in complete chaos!
There are civilians running for their lives everywhere!
People were pushing carts, riding bicycles, or even carrying handbags on their shoulders, running away like crazy.
In this chaotic situation, some people simply took advantage of it, especially those riding bicycles, who almost became the first choice targets.
Some bicycles even change owners several times in a snap.
Some people are so desperate that they no longer run for their lives. Instead, they smash and smash women and humiliate women in the street!
In the chaos, the Moretzes ran as fast as they could.
When they finally rushed to the city gate, deathly despair enveloped them.
At the gate of the city, prairie barbarians were riding unicorns, looking at them with greedy faces, like looking at ownerless lambs.
Looking up, the battle on the city wall is not yet extinguished, and magic, fighting spirit, and divine arts are blooming in it.
But these have nothing to do with the Moretzes.
The city gate was blocked, which meant that their escape route was completely cut off.
Countless prairie cavalry rushed up, wielding scimitars. They chopped and killed civilians at will, demonstrating force and terror, and drove the crowd towards the center of the city.
More cavalry dismounted and rushed into the alley to search for property and even people.
"Don't panic, don't panic, the Dark Night Temple will save us, the Dark Night Temple will save us." Moritz kept chanting among the crowded crowd.
He seemed to be comforting his son, but in fact he was more comforting himself.
Mo Charlie staggered as he walked, his face full of despair.
The Internet opened his horizons and increased his knowledge, but at this time it brought him despair.
Because he knew they were finished.
The city's divine shield has not been opened, which means that the church may have been attacked and the city's most powerful force has fallen.
When they are driven to the center of the city and the teleportation array is opened, all of them will become slaves of the prairie barbarians!
No one will save them, and no one can save them.
The Beai Prairie is so big that the grassland tribes live in pursuit of water and grass. They gathered into a million-strong army and scattered into various tribes. No one can find them except the grassland god.
In fact, Charlie Mo guessed it right.
When they were driven into the center of the city by the terrifying prairie barbarians, a portal had already stood up.
Piles of civilians were pushed into the teleportation array.
The crowd was boiling, screaming, and frightened. Countless people desperately stepped back, but in exchange, their compatriots pushed forward desperately.
No one wants to become a slave to the prairie barbarians!
Even if it's a minute or a second slower, it's still good.
"No, no, no... The Dark Night Temple will save us..." Looking at this scene, Moritz became more and more frightened and collapsed. He shook his head desperately and prayed to the Dark Night Temple.
In fact, there are many people who behave like him.
"Shut up! The Temple of Dark Night will not save us. The God of Dark Night is the real evil god. Apart from disaster, what will he bring to us? Huh?"
"Also, why didn't you listen to me? If you had listened to me, we might have escaped from the city by now?"
Charlie Mo collapsed and yelled at his father.
Moritz was startled, his lips trembling, and he rarely upheld his father's dignity and scolded his son.
He glanced around blankly.
At the edge of the crowd, more and more people were dragged out of the alley by the prairie barbarians and pushed into the crowd.
The few magicians and fighters who broke out were quickly killed.
In the sky, eagles circled, staring at every corner of the city.
There was no trace of the Dark Night Temple in which he devoutly believed. At this point, Moretz collapsed.
The crowd is pushing!
"Great God of the Night, save us!"
"God, save us!"
The crowd prayed and begged one after another.
At first there were people praying to the God of Darkness, but gradually there was a little noise among the crowd.
Some people began to use "god" to refer to all gods who could save them.
Someone recalled all the gods they knew.
"God of the Internet, please, save us!"
Some even thought of the God of the Internet.
"God of the Internet?"
Charlie Mo listened to the noise in his ears, his face full of self-mockery.
This is Harriman, why would the internet gods care about them
However, as long as there is Internet, he still has a chance.
—There is only one thought left in his mind now: After being captured by the prairie barbarians, he must try his best to survive, use the Internet, practice magic, and find opportunities to escape.
Slowly, Moretz and Mo Charlie were pushed in front of the transmission array, just as they were about to be swallowed by the transmission array.
Moretz suddenly closed his eyes and shouted: "God of the Internet, please save us. I will atone my sins from you. I should not have slandered you!"
The voice just fell.
"Bo—"
A strange sound, like the sound of pebbles falling into water, came from beneath the feet.
In the astonishment on Moritz's face, countless people fell into the ground like dumplings.
"This is... this is the fourth natural disaster. The God of the Internet is here to save us!"
There were screams of ecstasy from the crowd.
Moritz, who also fell to the ground, was completely stunned. The next moment, his eyes suddenly became blurred.