Final Lord

Chapter 99 The Past of the Crow People
Wang Bufu turned off the system that was constantly flattering him, and felt a little headache.

Lincoln was killed, but the cleanup work was very troublesome.

The entire Black Forest had been alarmed, but some militiamen were still trapped and not dead.

Although Wang Bufu was very concerned about their safety, he had no way to rescue them by force in such a chaotic dark night.

Given the current situation, even if the entire Shengyang Village force were deployed into the Black Forest, it wouldn't make much of a dent. All those who went to rescue people perished, and few of those who were rescued escaped.

Not all armies and their commanders possess the fearless spirit of self-sacrifice. At least not Wang Bufu yet.

He had no choice but to withdraw his army from the Black Forest and rush to Ghost Leap Cliff to rescue the harpy captured by Lincoln.

As for the militiamen, Wang Bufu could only pray that they could survive this dark night.

Before rushing to Ghost Leaping Cliff, Wang Bufu still had a problem to solve.

Outside the Black Forest, sixty-three crow assassins knelt in a crescent shape with their heads bowed before Wang Bufu, their black wings dragging winding bloody trails on the fungal carpet.

The golden sharp claws pressed against the leading assassin's throat. The friction sound of the claws was like the Grim Reaper sharpening his knife, and he kept making breathing sounds to intimidate him.

Wang Bufu looked at them coldly and asked:
"What do you mean? I did say I won't kill those who surrender. But not killing doesn't mean I will accept you.

Although you helped me in my battle with Lincoln, you also slaughtered my Harpy people before that.

I will let you go, in large part because of your self-sacrificing leader.

You should understand that my willingness to spare your life is already a great mercy and grace."

The middle-aged crow man in the lead looked up and replied:

"My Lord, we have nowhere else to go. We can only ask for your acceptance.

We attacked the Harpy on Lincoln's orders, not on our own will.

Please don't misunderstand me, I'm not trying to shirk responsibility by saying this.

We are willing to accept any punishment to atone for our sin of killing so many harpies. We only ask you to give us a chance to serve you."

Wang Bufu met the Crow Man's gaze. There was uneasiness, confusion, and expectation in his eyes, but most of all, awe.

Wang was dissatisfied and asked doubtfully, "The world of God is so big, you can go anywhere. Do you have to follow me?"

The Crow Man lowered his head and asked, "My Lord, are you willing to listen to our story?"

"Say!"

The middle-aged arakkoa untied his bandaged right wing, revealing the uneven scars on the skin underneath. Those scars formed a horrific pattern: hundreds of crows hung upside down from the spire, with the four numbers 8137 carved in Common below.

"Lord, do you know the meaning of this number?" He traced the scar with trembling fingers. "In the year 8837 of the Divine Calendar, during the Frostmoon City Plague, I was one of the very few cubs to escape the massacre. Our Crowman were nearly wiped out by that massacre."

Wang Bufu frowned and said, "Frost Moon City? Dawn Empire?"

“Yes.” The middle-aged Crow Man said with a pained expression: “The Stag Duchy is a vassal state of the Eagle Kingdom.

The Eagle Kingdom is just a vassal state of the Dawn Empire.

The Dawn Empire is too powerful, so powerful that even if our entire clan was massacred, we dared not resist and could only wander in exile on this continent like a stray dog." "Go on." "The king's dissatisfied eyes always swept over the brand intentionally or unintentionally.

“The Dawn Empire believes in the God of the Morning Star and the God of the Rising Sun, and has two of the most influential churches.

In the Code of Disasters compiled by the Morning Star Church, there is a prophecy that "when black wings cry for three days, a dead soul will return to heaven."

In 8837, a plague broke out in Frost Moon City on the border of the Dawn Empire. People found that there were always Crowmen picking up the rotten flesh next to the corpses of those who died of the disease.

Although the accompanying priests had helped us prove that the Crowmen's immunity to acid and corpse poison could help them deal with corpses and curb the plague, the panicked believers still attributed the prophecy of "When black wings cry for three days, souls will die" to us Crowmen, believing that we brought the plague.

Fanatical believers still massacred 25327 Crow People in the city and hung them upside down on the bell tower for public display.

At that time, there were only about 26000 of us Crowmen, a small tribe scattered throughout Frostmoon City.

After the massacre, only one in a hundred survived. The tribe was practically on the verge of extinction. The middle-aged Crow Man's single eye gleamed bloodshot in the darkness. "They used armor-piercing crossbows to shoot down patrolling Crow Man from the air and nailed their bodies to the city gates for public display. The surviving members of the tribe were forced to swallow a mute potion, never to cry out to warn again—because the Morning Star Church claimed that the crow's cry would bring plague."

"Then why do you speak?"

Gilgamesh approached the middle-aged Crow Man, who used his wings to lift up his clothes. Wang Bufu then discovered that there were suture marks on his throat, scars from being cut and then healed.

"In order to escape the persecution of the Dawn Empire, some of us, the Crowmen, chose to leave the Dawn Empire where we had lived for a long time and wander around. We were one of them."

"Lincoln is the most gifted cub in our group. It was because he awakened his spellcasting ability that he was fortunately adopted by your father. That's how we now have a home to live on."

The middle-aged Crow Man said painfully, “We all regard Lincoln as our hope. He reached the second level of Transcendent Realm in just twenty years. We all hope that he can lead us to a better life.

But we didn't expect that as Lincoln's strength grew day by day, his attitude towards us, his fellow tribesmen, suddenly changed.

He began to act like a human, never showing his crow form, and drove us away to live somewhere else, not living with us.

He no longer considers us to be his blood relatives, but only as his lackeys who must obey his orders.

But even so, we still believe in him and think he did this to make it easier for him to settle down in Gru Territory."

The middle-aged crow man closed his eyes in pain.

“We really didn’t expect that he would seize your territory after the old lord’s death.

By the time we realized what he was trying to do, it was too late and there was nothing we could do to stop him.

After Lincoln seized your territory, a fierce quarrel broke out among the tribe. In the end, our selfishness triumphed over our morality.

We turned a blind eye to Lincoln's evil deeds and continued to serve him, even fantasizing that after Lincoln became a lord, he would allocate us a piece of land for us to develop.

O fate! How fair it is.

We are in this situation today because of our own fault.

After becoming lord, Lincoln not only did not give back to his people, but instead exploited us even more.

From maintaining public order to searching the territory, each member's workload was several times greater than before. If they failed to do their job properly, they would be beaten and scolded by Lincoln.

But we have no choice. We are a race excluded by the Morning Star Church, and very few territories are willing to accept us. We can only continue to follow Lincoln."

(End of this chapter)