It was evident that the dragontooth fang seemed to have plagued the village for quite some time, and when the hunters carried the dragontooth back to the village, the village was as jubilant as a harvest festival, and the villagers welcomed the hunters as heroes.

Even Tang Rui and Jem, who were unknown to the villagers, were invited to the campfire to enjoy a steaming meal.

The food in the village is very simple, just ordinary rye cakes, and the hunters are working together to disembowel the dragon's tooth fangs, cut them into palm-sized pieces, give them to the village women to roast on the bonfire, and then distribute them to the villagers to eat.

They didn't waste even the bones, they threw them into a large ceramic pot, boiled them over high heat, skimmed off the foam, sprinkled in a large handful of wild vegetable leaves that Jem couldn't name, turned to low heat and simmered, and soon the fragrant broth was ready.

Although the soup will be more flavorful after boiling for a while, the villagers obviously do not have the patience and urge to boil the pot quickly.

Perhaps because of the heavy snow covering the mountains, the villagers did not seem to have enjoyed such abundant oil and water for a long time, and before Tang Rui and Jem had only taken a siip or two of soup, they had already dried up the broth in their wooden bowls with wheat crackers, and some greedy children were cheeky enough to run to the village woman and beg for another bowl.

"You believe in the god of harvest, right?" When Jem entered the village, he found that there was a totem pole-like idol at the entrance of the village, which was the symbol of Macro, the god of harvest, and only when the population of the entire village exceeded 100 people, and all of them faithfully believed in the god of harvest, the Wheat Ear Courtyard (the church of the god of harvest) would erect this idol at the entrance of the other village.

This thing is a relatively common sign of honor, and when the gods perform miracles, the gods will also share a little power, which will have a slight effect on the villagers. Other gods have similar things, and if you compare it to the Church of the God of Games, it's probably equivalent to the Resurrection Stone.

Jem asked the middle-aged hunter sitting beside him strangely, "I heard that the god of harvest has performed miracles this year, and the harvest in a faith village like yours that is recognized by the Wheat Ear Courtyard should be very good, why do you still seem to have a tight life?" ”

"Because the state religion of the Valla Empire is the Chongbai Church, in addition to the Wheat Ear Courtyard, our village also has to pay the tithes of the Chongbai Church, plus the Chongbai Church and the Brilliant Temple launched a 'one-year war' before and needed to hoard military rations, so this year's Chongbai Church's taxes are relatively heavy, and after paying taxes to those tax collectors, we naturally can't have ...... left" Speaking of this, the middle-aged hunter suddenly came back to his senses, and found that he almost said the complaint in his heart to the two churches, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, casually perfunctory: "Hey, your child's family, why do you ask for this kind of thing!" ”

"Just curious." Jem responded, and then asked, "They have bullied you to this extent, why don't you even dare to say a word of complaint?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, if you don't understand, little ghost!" The middle-aged hunter shook his head helplessly, leaned into Jem's ear and explained, "The old men in the city all say that God and the church are one, and to insult the church is to blaspheme!" If you are caught, you will be hanged on the city wall! ”

Jem frowned: "So you guys are cowardly, can you only survive like this?" ”

"Why is your child talking so ugly, what do you mean by living in secret, when there is no war, our village has a pretty good life." The middle-aged hunter was naturally unhappy when Jem said that "only in times of war will additional taxes be collected...... Do you know what war is? That's going to die, and before sending those soldiers to die, of course you have to eat and drink enough. ”

"Humph......"

Jem snorted lightly and didn't answer.

How does he not understand war? You must know that he and Tang Rui were ruined and displaced because of the aforementioned 'One Year War', and if they hadn't been taken in by the Church of the God of Games, they would probably still be picking up garbage outside Wickdor City to eat!

"Jem, aren't you going to eat? This cake is quite delicious. Tang Rui, who was not part of the discussion, rattled the hard rye cake, but was not interested in the barbecue that the villagers coveted.

After all, the most food in the nameless town is barbecue, and although the heavy oil and salt are very delicious, they are almost tired of eating it after a long time - this is the main reason why the Greyfjord fish soup with little seasoning has become popular among players recently.

Jem tasted a rye cake and thought it tasted like the little cookie his mother used to bake for him at home, except that it was as hard as a stone.

When he thought of his parents, who had been consumed by the flames of war with his cozy cottage, there was a slight pain in the heart that he thought he had healed.

If I had known about the existence of the god of the game earlier, and had believed in that god with them earlier, my parents would not have died......

Jem glanced at the villagers again, and once again felt the greatness of the God of Games - in the past, he had always used the faunted adjective prefixes mentioned in the system as a joke.

Although it may not be as good as the God of Harvest in terms of mass production, the God of the Game also gives players who believe in him a rich life, and unlike the believers of these Harvest God who can only watch the fruits of their labor being taken away by others, the God of the Game also gives the believers the power to resist, and various dungeons and activities seem to teach players that no matter how tortuous the road to victory is, they have the right to fight for themselves!

There is no such thing as 'the Tao is not the same' in this world, but Jem also knows that it is almost impossible for the villagers in the village with the totem of the god of harvest at the entrance of the village to change their faith, so he has no idea of convincing these villagers to convert to the god of games.

After this meal, let's take our leave. At most, I will catch some animals and give them to these villagers as a reward.

Just when Jem was thinking this, suddenly a panicked figure ran over from not far away, because he was so panicked that the other party even accidentally knocked over a brazier, and the sound of the brazier when it hit the ground made everyone's attention subconsciously hit that side.

"Nott, aren't you in charge of guarding the entrance to the village?" An old man who seemed to be the village chief asked the panicked visitor.

"No, no, no, no!" The villager trembled, and his beetle-like black eyes were full of unconcealable horror: "The barren mountain thieves are here!" ”

As if the mute switch was pressed, the villagers, who were still very noisy, suddenly quieted down, and the whole scene was only the crackling sound of firewood burning, and the silence was very eerie.

"How far are they from the village?" After being stunned for a moment, the old man asked solemnly.

"No, no, no, not far!" The villager was about to burst into tears, and said heartbreakingly, "It's coming soon!" ”

The news was like a hornet's nest, and the villagers were so frightened that they immediately ran around, trying to hide or escape from the village before the bandits arrived.

"Don't panic, don't panic!" The old man struggled to maintain order: "As long as we hand over the food, the barren mountain thieves will not kill people casually!" ”

But apparently it was of no use, and the villagers were still panicking.

At this moment, I heard a loud bang, and the whole ground seemed to tremble.

Everyone was startled by the sound, and looked blankly at the place where the sound came from, where two young men with indifferent faces were sitting.

One of them, a slightly shorter, white-robed brown-haired boy, held a metal cross like a war hammer, and the end of the cross smashed a casserole-sized pit into the ground, which must have been the source of the loud noise.

"Thank you for your hospitality." Another, slightly taller blue-haired boy also stood up, stuck out his tongue to lick the crumbs off his lips, and drew his longsword behind his back.

"As a token of thanks, leave the thieves to us." Jem looked at the stunned appearance of the villagers, smiled slightly, and walked with Tang Rui to the entrance of the village.

"Wait a minute! Barren bandits are no ordinary thieves! The middle-aged hunter who had been chatting with them earlier hurriedly stopped.

"It's okay, we're not ordinary kids." Jem replied, and deliberately accented the word child.

"Yes, yes, we are very strong."

Tang Rui also grinned, as if to show that he was strong, he stretched out his arm and made a 'muscle bulging' movement, but the arm that was as thin as a hemp stem did not give people a strong feeling at all......

The other villagers didn't look good, but it was too late to stop them, because the barren bandits had already rushed to the entrance of the village.

It was only at this time that Jem saw the full picture of the so-called barren bandits.

In short, they were thieves dressed in ragged linen clothes and riding landing birds, but unlike the yellow-skinned villagers, these thieves were apparently well-fed, quite strong, and armed with long sabers that were easy to swing at the birds.

This kind of momentum is almost the same as the cavalry on the earth, the infantry has been completely overwhelmed by the other party just by their momentum, and the psychological pressure is very great when facing them, plus the chocobo's breakthrough ability is very strong, strictly speaking, it is even stronger than the cavalry of the same weight in ancient times.

But for Tang Rui and Jem, there was no fear at all.

The reason is simple.

"Why is it only level 5, it's too vegetable." Tang Rui raised his long sword: "These guys can hit me with a hammer!" ”

"Their bird has level 8." Jem, as a cleric, sets the tone of the battle in the back: "Hit their bird heads first." ”

So it was clear that the battle had not yet begun, and the barren mountain thieves who were galloping looked at the two teenagers who were blocking in front of them, and in addition to being contemptuous and amused, they somehow felt a faint feeling of pain......