The black chariot sped up to catch up with the trade union cadres who were at the forefront of the procession. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The door opened, and Shabalin jumped out and ran a few steps to meet the crowd.

When the trade union cadres saw him return safely, a stone fell to the ground in their hearts. When the marching workers saw the leader appear, their morale was also boosted and their chests puffed out.

"Shabalin, come ahead!" A female worker took him by the hand and walked forward to the front of the line, right in the center.

Seeing that everyone was holding hands, Shabalin hesitated for a moment, but also shook the hand of the trade union cadre next to him, and strode forward with his head held high.

Walesa, who was originally in the leading position, was pushed to the edge and glared at Shabahrain with a stealing eye, feeling very lost. Originally, I thought that Shabah was arrested by the Ministry of Internal Affairs and could not participate in the parade, and that he had the opportunity to be a leader and be in the limelight, but now it seems that there is no hope, and he still has to take risks to get ahead.

In the carriage, Tamara opened the window and looked at the crowd outside the window, the corners of her lips curled with disdain, she made a random spell casting gesture, and asked Roland: "If I throw a fireball spell here, how many people can you guess kill at most?" ”

"Boring!" Roland didn't bother to pay attention to her, leaning on the window and looking intently at the crowd of marchers, with a complicated look in his eyes.

Tamara was bored and unwilling, and sneered: "What's so nice about this? A rabble! How ridiculous is it to look at these poor creatures, walking down the street arm in arm? Live like a group of spoiled naughty boys, crying and spilling without sugar, don't you think they are very naïve? ”

"Childish?" Roland glanced back at her and shook his head slightly, "You are not in the same class as them, and if you haven't experienced their pain, you won't understand their anger, let alone this spirit, this kind of power......"

Tamara was speechless for a moment, and the carriage fell into an awkward silence.

"The City Guards are here!" Vigraf spoke suddenly.

In the streets, two columns of guards in leather armor ran over, each holding a shield in his left hand and a leather-wrapped wooden stick in his right hand, and lined up on both sides of the street to keep the law and order, preventing onlookers from approaching the procession.

The procession moved forward slowly, crowds of onlookers on both sides of the street, and the doors and windows of the houses and pavilions in the distance were open, and people came out to watch curiously and talk.

The City Guard soldiers arrived one after another, forming two human walls to separate the procession from the onlookers, and accompanying the marchers towards the Great Church of Kord, both as a monitor and an escort.

Towards the end of the parade, the Grand Church Square, a group of people dressed as alternative ruffians crowded around the corner of the street, took out the stones they had prepared in advance, and threw them at the crowd without saying a word.

Someone was hit by a stone and fell down with a bloody head on the spot. The crowd suddenly stirred, crowded together in front and back, like a pot of boiling porridge.

Walesa had an idea, pulled his neck and shouted: "The city guards have beaten people!" The city guards are beating! ”

His henchmen, who were intent on causing trouble, also followed suit, pushing and shoving, rushing at the guards on the side of the street to maintain law and order, and punching and beating.

In the area where the riot took place, almost all the guards' attention was immediately attracted by the few guys who threw stones. The gang threw rocks and ran away. The guards hurriedly rushed up to chase them, but they didn't expect that the workers marching behind them suddenly rioted and caught them off guard.

Some were pushed to the ground, holding on to their helmets and trying to get up, only to be trampled by the crowd that rushed up after them. Seeing this scene, the comrades-in-arms around him were so anxious that they lost their minds, and swung their big sticks to slash their heads and faces, and beat the workers who trampled on their companions, trying to pull them up.

The clash was bloody, and the situation on the scene immediately got out of control. The marchers and the city guards fought. From time to time, some people were hit with their noses, ate punches and kicks from nowhere, pushed and shoved and yelled, as if they had fallen into madness.

The crowd on the street was chaotic. No one knew where they were, their ears were full of crying and shouting, and they were squeezed around by the crowd, like an insignificant speck of dust in the torrent.

In the carriage on the side of the street, Roland and Tamara watched the commotion outside the window without saying a word, their faces gloomy and their worries.

Vigraf fidgeted, his forehead bruised, and his eyes filled with pain.

Seeing that the riot was getting out of control and was about to turn into a big riot that affected the whole city, a roar suddenly came from the direction of the square, like a lion roaring, the sound shook the four fields, and the earth was shocked!

Roland and Tamara in the carriage couldn't help but be shocked. Both of them were immune to fear, and they were still shocked by the roar, not to mention the ordinary people on the street, who were almost all stunned and shivered on the spot.

"Such a powerful battle cry, mortals can hardly resist when they hear it, and they instantly fall into a trembling state...... Is this Beowulf's unique stunt 'Lion King Battle Cry'? Tamara muttered to herself.

Roland looked out into the street, and sure enough, he saw a burly man striding towards the crowd, followed by a blonde and fluffy female priest, who was none other than Beowulf and Natasha.

"In this world where supernatural forces are common, after all, it is not the same as on Earth." Roland sighed secretly.

If such a bloody conflict occurred on Earth, it would be difficult for the Supreme Governor to control the situation, and Beowulf's roar could make the two sides of the street conflict tremble and stop fighting, not only because of his lordship, but also because of his own legendary strength.

As long as he wants, he can fly hundreds of ordinary people on this street. How much sacrifice does a group of rabbits have to sacrifice to kill a male lion? It is not difficult for everyone present to settle this account, and "many people are powerful" may not be applicable to the legendary powerhouse.

"This is the difference between 'great power to the system' and 'great power to oneself'," Roland sighed in his heart, "In this world, the collective strength cannot be ignored, and the weight of individual strength is also very heavy and heavy. ”

If the power of the system and the individual on the earth is 10,000:1, in Vares, the power ratio between the system and the individual is probably only 100:1, or even lower.

Especially at this moment, in front of the Kou Daxenctal Square in Kitland City, the legendary powerhouse Beowulf is on full display of his personal strength, single-handedly stopping the spread of the riots.

He leaped to the top of the street lamp, looked down on the crowd with a solemn face, raised his right hand and swore to the heavens: "From this moment on, whoever tries to harm his fellow citizens again will be rejected by our lord Kord, and will die of evil retribution, and his soul will be rejected from the Garden of Joseph!" ”

Most of the people present, whether workers, soldiers, or spectators, were Kord's followers, who were not afraid of death, but they were very afraid of the humility of death, the humiliation of death, and the despisy of death after death, and the soul could not ascend to the Garden of Joseph, and lost the honor of attending the feast at Valhalla.

As the apostle of the "God of Power" in the world and the undisputed leader of all Kord believers in the Far East, Beowulf personally cursed those who instigated the riots to die of evil retribution and be spurned by the gods, and took back their liberation and blessings after death, which is a very stern warning, if anyone dares to openly defy it, without Beowulf himself, tens of thousands of Kode believers present will pounce on him and tear him apart!

Beowulf's curse did not have any magical power, but it was more terrifying than his "Lion King Battle Cry", which directly hit people's hearts.

"This is the power of faith, after all, it is the world where divine power is manifested......" Roland leaned against the car window and sighed, today's good show made him realize too many things, and he felt that it was worth the trip.

Natasha was secretly relieved to see her husband calm the scene, and picked up a large iron box and threw it on the ground.

With a bang, the iron box shattered!

The frightened crowd retreated in unison, and a large open space appeared around the iron box. Under everyone's gaze, countless golden coins poured out of the iron box, and the crisp clanging sound of hitting the stone floor tugged at everyone's heartstrings.

Natasha didn't say a word, and then picked up an iron box and threw it on the ground.

Crash! The lid of the case was opened, revealing a full load of gold coins.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The iron boxes full of gold coins were thrown one after another in front of people's eyes, piled up into a golden hill, and people were dazzled, and they couldn't help but hold their breath and their throats were dry.

"How much?" Beowulf stood on the lamppole and asked his wife a loud question.

"Two hundred thousand!" Natasha stepped on the treasure chest with her hands on her hips, and her loud voice was like that of a lioness, "No more, no less!" ”

"How many?" Beowulf then asked.

"Six thousand, not too much!" Natasha replied.

Beowulf turned to look at the marching crowd and asked aloud: "Is it enough?" ”

The construction workers were in a commotion, and one after another shouted and replied: "Enough! Enough is enough! ”

The city hall owes them two months' wages, 5 silver coins a day, a total of 30 gold coins per person, and the wages of 6,000 people will not exceed 200,000.

"Good!" Beowulf nodded and waved his hand violently, "Don't talk nonsense, line up to get the money!" (To be continued.) )