savior epic

Chapter 102 Alan Biyin
When these five people escaped from the mansion, they took everything they could bring, including coins and a lot of gold and silver utensils.

Under the command of the man, after they left this temporary village, they went directly along the road to the next small town.

Coincidentally, this town is holding a blood sacrifice in order to please the Lord of Suffering, and to bless the successful completion of the giant tower far away in the sky.

The priest of the Temple of Misery, he stood on a high platform, surrounded by a group of slaves, looking at a young Shanbu man tied to a pillar in front of him.

The man looked at the young man who was sacrificed, his eyes were blindfolded, and his mouth was gagged. The priest raised his ceremonial machete and slowly cut open his belly, chanting scriptures while cutting.

Cassel stared at these, the first time he saw such a cruel picture.

However, those slaves obeyed the priest's order, knelt down on the ground, begged collectively to the Lord of Suffering, and turned a blind eye to the death of the Qingshanbu people that year.

Tall Keke stared at this resentfully, his clenched fists shaking.

The man just said, "We're going to find people who are as angry about this as we are, and there's always someone who won't give in."

After the whole blood sacrifice was over, the slaves went to work on their duties.

They found a house at random, and found out that the whole village belonged to priests, and they were all slaves of priests.

The slaves of that family were very attentive and careful to them, and they did not dare to slack off. They yelled "Master" one after another, treating them as nobles passing by.

Because they escaped in time, they also brought the aristocratic clothes in the mansion, plus the three horses brought out, no one regarded them as escaped slaves.

"Who was the young man who died?" the man asked.

"Sir, this is Abdul Radev," said the slave, bowing.

"Does he have siblings?"

"Yes, although he is a tuberculosis, he has a young and strong younger brother named Abdul." The slave replied truthfully.

"Why sacrifice his blood?" Keke couldn't help asking.

"This tall gentleman, because he is consumptive." The slave replied in amazement, not knowing what was the point of asking this question.

Keke stifled the anger rushing to his throat.

"Take me to his brother," the man said to the slave.

The slave led them obediently and didn't think there was anything wrong. He led them through the field ridges, over the fence, and found Abdul, the young man's brother.

The man looked at him and saw him staring at the village, the temple where the priests lived.

After letting the slave go back, the man walked down the slope and came to Abdul.

"Your brother is dead."

Abdul turned his head away and stared at the man angrily.

The man convinced him with just one sentence.

"Go, we will take your revenge."

It's dusk today.

Six people broke into the priest's temple, holding several logging axes and two long swords prepared.

Before the priest and his servant could react, they fell under the sudden sword.

Abdul raised the felling ax over and over again, and opened the priest from head to belly.

The five people looked at the angry man quietly.

"Where are you going?" Abdul was covered in blood, he said slowly, "Take me, I will be your slave."

To Abdul's surprise, the man pointed at the priest and said, "You are not a slave, your shackles have been cut off by yourself."

Abdul stared blankly at the man.

"Come, come with us,
We take men as angry as you,
We go to awaken those souls who will not give in. "

During the night of this day, they grew stronger, and when they left the village, they were already a team of eight.

at night.

They were far from the village, and these people sat on the grass around the campfire.

The man sat between them and opened the diary, which recorded the scriptures and sentences, as well as his own summary of each time.

"The Lord said: 'I am nowhere and I am everywhere.'"

"The Lord said again: 'Hell is not hell, and the world can still be recreated.'"

After the man finished speaking, he began to explain the scriptures to these people.

He does this every night, men understand that to be saved, they must get rid of their old gods who exhort people to suffer and accept new beliefs.

"Nongtou. If hell isn't hell, what is it?" Colvin asked puzzled.

"It can be the human world." The man said, pulling up a grass on the ground, "Look at this green grass, there is also water and wheat here, it is no different from the human world, we can recreate the human world here.

We will smash the hero's statue and overthrow King Andry in the palace. "

Except for Kassel, the few people present couldn't help but be greatly shocked. The first half of the sentence is already a heinous crime, to overthrow King Andri?What a rebellion that is.

Colvin asked cautiously: "But, farmer, what should we do without the king?"

"The Lord saw the first king of the world, and he was tortured in hell." The man stared at him. "The Lord said, 'It is the greatest mistake for people to think that they want a king.'"

Three months later, the men's team grew rapidly.

From the five people brought back from the farm at the beginning, to three months later, they have gathered more than 60 people, all of whom are from those who have endured all kinds of suffering and oppression, but still have no hope and surrender.

The man preached the scriptures almost every night, and the Lord of salvation has been deeply engraved in everyone's heart since then.

After the team grew, they began to plunder those nobles. Almost everyone hated them, and being inspired by men, there was no reason why they couldn't do it.

Most of the plundered wealth is used by men to buy food, weapons, and armor, and a small part is left for spares, and none is used for enjoyment, even if someone persuades them.

Facing the few people who were bewitched by money, the man said, "Do you want me to be someone who oppresses you and your family?"

These few who try to seduce or can't help but seduce, once discovered, will be severely punished-the man has made several rules.

There is no time when this team is short of food.

Another reason why so many people gathered in a short period of time cannot be ignored:

Wherever this group of people went, the food was distributed there.

With them comes faith that is distinct from the Lord of Suffering, the "I am I am" Lord of salvation.

When the whole team was about to grow to hundreds of people, the men realized that the wealth obtained by plundering the nobles alone was not enough to maintain the whole team, and they had to have their own territory.

In order to ensure that it can continue to develop steadily, the man has been spreading out the map and discussing with his companions for nearly half a month. Finally, they chose a border land on the edge of the desert, a barony called Salalland. There was an old castle there, they inquired, but as the baron preferred his mansion on the farm to the gray and cold castles of his day, it was left vacant.

Moreover, after they inquired, because of the obedience of the slaves, the baron did not even intend to promote the guards or knights, and even the training of the guards was often vacant.

On a prehistoric boulder, the man and Kassel were sitting there, in front of them was a map found from a nobleman's carriage.

The man pointed to the Salar Territory, which is located in the southeast corner of the entire map. It is estimated that the giant tower in the distance will disappear in the thick clouds and fog.

"It should have a new name." Cassel said to the man. "Boss, we will take it. We should give it a name to symbolize our new life."

"Very well said, Cassel," the man smiled at Cassel.

The man immediately felt that the arc of the corner of his mouth was unnatural and very stiff. Looking back, he hadn't smiled for a long time.

"Name it, my friend, for our Lord," said Cassel, "and overthrow Queen Andry, and I will write a long poem to mark these days."

"That would be an epic."

"Absolutely." Cassel paused, half joking and half serious: "The epic begins today."

"No, not today." The man stared at the candlestick at hand, "It was many years ago."

"Think of a name, no matter what day it starts, today will be an important chapter."

About the new country that is about to be born, the Shanbu people.

The man faced the map, and after a long time, stared at the candlestick.

With indescribable emotions, he spit out a real Awen name:

"Alan Biyin."

It was the name recorded in the scriptures, and it belonged to a saint who was famous for wandering all over the world, healing the poor, and bringing his faith wherever he went.

Many years later, when Cassel was very old, the consul who had written countless long poems, when he was dying, would think of the man without a name, the man who had experienced all the sufferings of the world.

Kassel would think back to that borderland, and recall the sunrise and sunset on the desert. At that time, he could always see men walking among the crowd.

Among all the Shanbu people who cut off the shackles, Alan Biyin will have a new meaning.

The city where hope begins.

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