Of course, not all sacrifices were completely panicked under the pressure.

Surrounded not only by the sacrificial groups, but also by the chiefs of the small tribes.

Most of those chiefs had already foreseen the fate they might face next at this time, and they took off their "holy relics" and began to pray silently.

Several priests couldn't help but step forward.

"Chiefs, it is not your job to worship the gods, and you, as the leaders of the Weegand people, should shoulder the burden of our development in this situation, so how can you hope and the gods at this time?"

At least they were right, only the uprising of the clergy did not pose any threat to the rule of the famous family, and only by standing with the armed forces could they have any hope of victory.

But when the chiefs raised their faces, their faces were full of bitterness.

"Sacrifice to the adults, thanks to you, we are now all on a big ship that is about to sink. Now we are surrounded by groups, and we are not carrying any weapons with us to the religious activities......"

Several visionary priests hesitated for a moment, then exchanged glances, nodded to each other, and said, "Then what if I have a way to get you back to your tribe?"

The chiefs were a little happy at first, but then they became a little depressed.

They moved their shoulders a little uneasily, as if they were in greater hesitation.

Looking at the priests' somewhat uncertain expressions, an older tribal chief couldn't help but speak:

"What if we can go back? It's much closer to the famous ones than our tribal territory. Even if you can help us break out of the siege, wait until we mobilize our forces and then rush back...... Not to mention that the invaders of Great Prus are likely to have arrived at the border of our homeland by this time, and in any case, you priests will not survive. Even if we could bring back a large number of soldiers, it would be meaningless. ”

"So, we don't want to be traitors to the Wiegand people anymore in this situation, so we might as well join you. Since those famous men want our heads, let them take them! None of our Wiegand heroes are really afraid of death!"

Of course, when he said the last sentence, his tone was somewhat forced. But his words do point to the plight of these non-famous chiefs.

Their tribe had been excluded from the outskirts of the North Sea Alliance, and the legions of Great Prus had greatly weakened their power, and they were unwilling to fight another civil war with the Lords in this situation.

"This way, whether you win or lose, you will only cheapen those big Prussian people!"

One of the chiefs spat the ground.

"They (the famous) hateful as they are, but they don't drive us to the end of the road, as long as we obey their policies, and by marriage, our descendants will at least survive as a Wiegand people, but in the hands of the Great Prus, they are a bunch of damned slave traders and executioners. ”

The situation fell silent again on the scene.

Because they didn't deliberately carry the people who were at the sacrificial ceremony when they spoke, many of the priests, chiefs, and even the guards and celebrities present left tears in their eyes.

In just seven days, the Great Prus had already pushed them to the brink of extinction.

According to the reports of the wreckage of the villages witnessed by the soldiers on the front, the Great Pruss were in great danger of killing them all.

The leader of the sacrifice pondered for a moment, and finally he said as if he had made up his mind.

"In any case, please return to your realm at this time and stand firmly with your tribesmen. Not only do our descendants of the gods need a supreme leader to command the whole, but you are also indispensable to lead the people against the attacks of the Great Pruus. ”

"The Great Prux are attacking at a pace far faster than we initially thought. We can't afford to delay any longer. ”

The faces of the surrounding tribal leaders showed surprise.

A young chief couldn't help but ask:

"Do you mean that we will not intervene in this dispute anymore?

At this time, the few famous chiefs on the field suddenly blushed.

They stood outside the wall formed by the guards, and shouted aggrievedly: "You guys are really enough! What kind of thing has our famous family done that is worthy of such slander by you people?" Our famous family has already taken it as our mission to revitalize the Wiegand people, when will it be your turn to point fingers! Please remember that if it weren't for us and our great family, the current Wiegand people would still be scattered!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, the priests of high status and the chiefs of several tribes smiled triumphantly.

"Oh, you can be regarded as an elder in a famous family, and you are not allowed to speak in a word!"

Only then did he react, and they looked embarrassed, just to test the attitude of the famous family.

At this moment, although he was still a little reluctant, he still said with a gloomy face:

"If you people return to your tribe to recruit warriors, just to fight the Great Pruus, we and our family's guards will not embarrass you. ”

While he was still saying this, the guards were already anxiously stepping forward, flashing several paths for the chiefs.

The chief of the famous family glared at the guards who acted without permission with a murderous gaze, but in the end he did not stop them.

The chiefs who had arrived for the religious service streamed out of the gaps that the guards had left behind.

The last to leave the altar were the two most powerful chiefs outside of the famous families, whose combined population was close to 10,000.

Moreover, their tribe was at the northernmost point of the Alliance, so they were not as eager to leave their territory as the chieftains who had left early, but stayed a little longer and spoke with the high priest who had performed the ceremony.

The first chieftain looked resolutely, looked at the priest who had been dressed as a funny figure in winter, and pursed his lips and said, "My lord, I will live up to your expectations and bring all the warriors of our tribe to serve in three days' time. It's just that...... When the time comes, I still look forward to receiving your teachings. No matter what, Braves of the Pivel Tribe, never forget your contribution to the Wiegand people. ”

For such a man of temperament, the old priest had great respect for him, and although he did not speak, he also bowed silently to him.

It was only after the chief had departed that the other chief stepped up to the priest and said in a gentle, almost mocking tone: "Lord Eston, I have participated in many festivals, some of them on a grand scale and some of them for a long time, but I think that this one is the most successful with you. ”

Hearing this, the whole person of the high priest couldn't help but tremble.

This sentence was spoken into his heart.

Although nominally, he is a "saint" and should not have so many messy thoughts.

But realistically, when he does these things, why doesn't he want to be recognized by others?

Only the priest whose name is remembered will be able to leave his name in history, and his contributions will be widely known, in other words, he will not be able to say so many words in vain today, so that he will not die in vain.

As the main planner of this assassination alliance leader, and the person who really did it, now the change seems to be failing, and he will inevitably get revenge from the famous family.

And not only him, all the priests are expected to be killed, although it is inevitable that innocents will be killed indiscriminately, but just like they execute the innocent puppet alliance leader, this killing is just a way to maintain or overthrow the rule and express their own group demands.

Even he could understand the fact that he had to die.

But even so, he hoped that someone would vindicate him after his death.

The previous chiefs, the famous families, and the guards, although they were touched by themselves, but their status was too low, and secondly, they did not really understand him, as the most ordinary Wiegand people's demands, only this chief really saw through him.

"You love to laugh," said the high priest, who was humble, despite being seen through his thoughts. "I don't believe you can't see through it, Lord North Cod, I have completely lost God's favor now, not only did the coup make a mess, but I didn't even finish the ritual of worshipping the gods......"

But the chieftain named North Cod had a somewhat mysterious smile on his face.

"Never give up hope until the last hour comes, for we are the children of God, and the children of God never surrender. ”

This is a passage from the Wiegand legend, which was now read to the high priest by Chief North Cod.

Although it seemed a little funny, the smile he had on his way away still echoed in the High Priest's mind.

It may be just a language used to comfort the high priest, but it may also have a deeper meaning.

Just as he was seriously pondering the true meaning of this sentence, a sound of knowing Suosuo inadvertently broke into his ears.

He looked up in some astonishment, but saw a small army in the forest rapidly advancing in their direction.

This caused many priests to close their eyes in despair.

Almost everyone thought that it was an army from the territory of a famous family, because only their family's tribal stronghold was the closest and could be the fastest to arrive.

Everyone knows that when these soldiers are close to their faces, they are at the end of their lives,

But only the high priest's heart was "pounding" and jumping.

Because the troops who came here were all dressed in iron armor and crocodile skins!

And the skin of the crocodile is an important symbol of the Hope Swamp warriors.

Despite his looks, he never saw the master of the Hope Marsh, who was dressed in silk like the Duke of the Great Prussia.

But he still put his mind at ease.

Such an elite force has already appeared in the core area of the North Sea Alliance, so the master of their army will definitely not be too far from here.

If the Lord named Edward had any ambitions, now was the perfect time for him to take over the hollow power of the Wiegand tribe.

Although he tried his best to call on the chiefs, gather all the armies, and fight a decisive battle against the Great Prus, specifically, how to fight, how to fight, is still a completely unsettled matter.

Without a strong ruler, they will not have a bright future.

What's more, the current Wiegand people, even in terms of the number of troops, may not have much advantage in front of the army of the Great Pruus.

Soon, the iron-clad warriors surrounded the guards who guarded the priests and the two "famous men" who served as overseers here.

Needless to say, after a symbolic resistance, the guards surrendered to the Hopwegen.

Although the number of these ironclad warriors is not large, only thirty people, judging from the elite aura that comes out of them, they should all be soldiers who have participated in bloody battles, and they don't know how much stronger they are compared to their appearance.

Moreover, they were not willing to aim their spears at the Wiegand people, so they might as well be a favor and simply surrender to the Campbells.

The surrounding priests opened their eyes in some surprise, but the situation in front of them was a little indistinguishable.

Only the high priest was the first to react, and he led several priests to the front of the ironclad warrior led by him, and bowed deeply.

"I really didn't expect the Campbell family's reinforcements to come so quickly! What's more, among our Wiegand people, there are also such one-dollar tiger generals. ”

After hearing the priest's words, the ironclad warrior spoke in a woman's voice.

She took off her helmet and said with a smile, "Lord Priest, I don't want to be called a 'tiger' by others, that would ruin my reputation. ”。

Seeing the priest's puzzled expression, the female general continued to explain.

"Since our last meeting, my dear brother, Chief Edward, Lord of the Hope Marsh, has sent his troops to this area. A wise leader will never lack supporters, just as you do well with him, and there are quite a few tribal leaders who have secretly pledged their allegiance to my brother when they found the tide of war was unfavorable. We have hidden more than 4,000 troops in this land, most of them from our headquarters, but there are quite a few allies. ”

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