Auckland's thousand-year-old imperial capital, Seroxia, has been the most prosperous and greatest city in the world since the end of the Great Age of the Gods, and it has been in the modern century, due to the gradual development of maritime trade, the capital of the seven seas, Neosphia, has gradually surpassed the former in terms of population.

But even so, the nobles of Auckland have always firmly believed that Cyroxia is the real, elegant and noble capital of the world, and that Neosphia is just a concentration camp of nouveau riche reeked of copper and sin.

In terms of the charm and quality of the city, this really cannot be said to be the prejudice of the Auckland aristocracy. You know, in this ancient city that has a history of thousands of years, maybe you pick up a brick at random, and it represents a historical event that changed the course of world civilization.

However, this was already before the outbreak of the Aucklanders Civil War.

When millions of refugees from Seridil and the northern provinces converge outside the Shining City. No matter what kind of history and the elegant charm of civilization, in the face of the cruel status quo of survival, it is actually just a disease-free singing in a low voice.

In any era, military rebellion is often more terrible than natural disasters.

The defeated soldiers who escape from the battlefield will lose the restraint of organization and discipline, and they will soon realize that they possess military skills that can not only survive if they bully civilians who are weaker than themselves by brute force, but also arouse that sense of oppression and abuse in the hearts of any human being. On the other hand, even on the side of the victors, they often consider the "reality of the situation" and "military needs", and unscrupulously snatch the life-saving rations of civilians, or forcibly recruit strong men into labor and forcibly recruit women into the camp. There was almost no sound everywhere it passed. It's more locust than locusts.

The army that was truly innocent was almost non-existent throughout the Cold Weapon Era, whether it was an uprising against oppression. It is still a solemn holy war in the name of God, or even a war of restoration against aggression. And so it is. Even in modern times, only one army in Lu Xi's hometown can be regarded as doing this, so they have won the world......

Everyone can be sure that the "rebels" of Karin have broken up the aristocratic coalition army, and they will definitely become bandits and bandits from all walks of life, bringing turmoil to the law and order situation in Auckland for at least ten years; But no one can be sure that the "rebel army", which looks like a victorious army of kings, will turn into a human demon who burns, kills, loots, and does all kinds of evil. In times of war. The winner can sometimes be even more brutal than the loser.

As a result, when the Auckland Civil War seemed to be about to be decided, and the "rebels" of Her Royal Highness the World's First Princess had entered Seridir, there were more than three million refugees gathered under the Shining Capital. The thoughts of these poor people are also very clear - there have indeed been multiple wars in Auckland in history, but neither the new owner of Seredith nor the imperial capital dared to destroy and destroy Serokia, let alone kill in the presence of the goddess of radiance. Even if the common people know that if they leave their homes and flee to the imperial capital, they will become refugees who have no source of livelihood and wait for help, but at least they can guarantee it. Under the protection of the Radiant Capital, most of their lives can be saved.

However, it was only when they felt the imperial capital that they found out. When you give up everything, just to live is not as simple as you imagined.

"The Radiant Goddess must guide and bless your soul, may you find true rest." The old man with white hair pressed his hand in front of this body, which had been out of breath for a long time, and even began to stink, silently offered his blessing, and only after finishing did he straighten up and sighed deeply: "This poor old woman, hasn't his family been found yet?" ”

The young girl in a simple priest's robe shook her head: "Just listen to the people nearby. Twenty days earlier, the old lady had fallen ill. I vomited and diarrhea so badly that I couldn't eat anything. In the end, I couldn't even act. The young man, who looked like her son, said he was going out to buy medicine, so he left with the woman and the two children, and never returned. The old lady had left three days earlier, and was still muttering the name 'Neil' before leaving. ”

Speaking of this, the priest girl showed an embarrassed expression: "However, there are more than three million people in this refugee camp, and there is no way to find it with just one name!" And we don't have enough people......"

The old man sighed again and waved his hand, and the two big men behind him walked up, lifted the body, and put it into the cart.

At a glance, there were actually double-digit corpses piled up in the cart. They will soon be pushed farther into the open field and cremated in a centralized manner. Many large pits have been dug there, all of which are the remains of people who have died unclaimed but without treatment, and nearly 10,000 people have been concentrated. They represent a living life before their deaths, and each of them has their own life and history, but now they have to be destroyed and buried like discarded garbage. It sounds like a cruel thing to do, but if it is not done, these unclaimed corpses will become the greatest source of disease and pestilence, and the entire refugee camp will become a hell for people. At that time, the dead will never be a mere 10,000 people.

The Imperial Government, which was being overwhelmed by the "rebels", could not take care of this, so the only people who took the lead in dealing with these matters were the clergy who voluntarily left the imperial capital and came to the people. Of course, these cultivators were short of manpower, so they simply opened the sacred treasury, took out all their possessions, and on the one hand bought food and medicine, and on the other hand, hired some able-bodied refugees to maintain the minimum pseudo-hygiene and law and order in the camp.

However, these clergy are only clergy after all, not royalty and nobles. No matter how credible they are in the people, they do not have the administrative power, nor do they have the wealth and funds to rival the wealth of the country, and they do not dare to organize refugees on a large scale to help themselves for granted—otherwise it is easy to be misunderstood at the political level.

Fortunately, it's February, the temperature is still relatively low, and the river across the imperial capital is even unmelted. If it had happened a few months later, the deadly plague might have already occurred.

The problem is that now that winter is coming to an end, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the chances of refugees getting sick are getting higher and higher.

Walking in the refugee camp, the old man was almost always exposed to numb and desperate eyes. They just rely on a little instinct and struggle to survive.

"When dignity is separated from life, can a person still be called a human being?" The old man sighed so deeply in his heart, but he also knew that when war broke out, all this was perfectly normal. He has lived to this age, he has been accustomed to all the darkness and injustice of the world, and he deplores such a scene, but he can only do his meager power with a person's conscience.

"I represent the Great Sanctuary to fight against the demon gods and against the darkness, but the biggest darkness is not actually brought by the demon gods, it is precisely the original sin hidden in every human being!" He sighed, walking a little faltering through the refugee camp outside the city.

"Your Majesty...... We've run out of medicines. Everyone treats refugees outside the city for free with magic every day, and they are all exhausted. Chief Dikal has lost a lot of weight in the past few days, and Knight Commander Stephen is an iron man who has faced the fire demon alone! But yesterday after a while, the tent fell asleep, and I couldn't wake up no matter how much I screamed...... However, millions of refugees, with the number one hundred and ten priests and paladins in the Templar, are simply a drop in the bucket. Behind the old man, a young goddess official followed suit and persuaded in a low voice: "Why don't you come forward and ask for help from the headquarters of Cloud City?" Well, it would be enough for only two thousand brothers who could use the Basic Holy Healing Technique and the Healing Technique! At least I won't see so many people unable to be rescued because of their injuries and illnesses, and they can only watch them leave. ”

"The reason why the Great Church has been able to exist to this day is because we have never interfered with the internal affairs of secular countries." The old man replied, "If more than 2,000 clerics with spell-casting abilities enter the Imperial Capital of Auckland, you know what kind of backlash it will cause. ”

"But......" The goddess wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by the old man in a gentle but undoubted tone: "How much food do we have left?" ”

"The stock of food is already insufficient, in fact, by yesterday, our porridge shop in the east of the city had to be closed. In the other two places in the north of the city, it was also changed from one for one person to one for three people...... But even if it is so, it can only be supported until the day after tomorrow. The young goddess said with some distress: "Your Majesty, this is the food you collected by spending all your savings in the diocese of Syroxia!" ”

"We were originally clergy who served the gods, and our property was all made by the offerings and donations of the people, so what's wrong with using it on the people now? Spend a large sum of gold to ask an artist to carve a marble statue of the goddess, or use the money to buy food and medicine to save the lives of 10,000 refugees, which side is more representative of the teachings of the goddesses? ”

Of course, the young goddess officer had no way to refute, but gritted her teeth and nodded helplessly.

"In comparison, I might be more inclined to spend this money to arm 1,000 trustworthy warriors and take them to kill 10,000 bad guys, maybe the potential to save more than a million people." A voice suddenly sounded abruptly beside the old man.

The goddess looked alert, and her hand was already touching the warhammer hanging from her waist. She is obviously dressed as a priest, but she carries such a murderous weapon with her, and if you look closely, the gap exposed by the robe also reflects the light of metal, which should be armor. In this way, she is clearly the legendary "priest with a sword".

"Is the elimination of evil the promotion of good? I don't disagree with that, but I'm just a clergyman, not a priest with a sword or a Templar. The Goddess did not grant me the right to abuse force. The old man turned his head, and a smile appeared on his face, which looked very old because of exhaustion, as if he had regained a lot of vitality: "Your position is too delicate, my little friend, I hope it is good news to come here at this time." ”

"Greetings for a long time, Your Majesty Anthony." Standing in the shadow of the refugee camp, Lu Xi lowered his head and bowed sincerely to the venerable old man. (To be continued.) )