When the young men ran through the village in the rain with their trumpets, banging on the doors of every house, shouting at everyone to prepare for an emergency escape, the reaction of the villagers was probably like this-

When this little cub in Keelung said let's prepare to flee, in fact, I refused, because I think you can't tell me to escape, I'll run away immediately, first I want to confirm, I can't listen to your words, just throw my belongings at home, hold my wife and children and run, but there is no flood at all, then my wife will definitely scold me, saying that I am a psychopath, and I don't even give a hundred copper kiba (do you remember the setting of the currency), so I stupidly ran away with people, so I think I should calm down first, Look at the second guy next door who is a little smarter than me and lied to me all day long......

But the hesitation of the villagers only lasted for a short time - when the phantom of the holy sword that pierced the heavens and the earth was suspended above the North Mountain, all the wait-and-see was lost, and the people of this small village on the edge of the empire may not know what the situation of the power of the holy realm was for the rest of their lives, but the instinct of the creatures to seek advantage and avoid harm would still make them understand one thing: something was wrong.

The incomprehensible inevitably provokes panic, and the villagers stared at the north mountain in amazement, and after a few seconds of froze, there was an uproar in almost every house, the cries of children and the screams of women, and some people pushed the door and ran out of the church, or rushed to the village headhouse, or rushed to the old house of their parents......

"Don't panic! Lao Tzu is not dead yet! As the situation in the village gradually turned chaotic, a roar like thunder rang out from the entrance of the village. The galloping horses galloped on the stone road in the village, and the village chief's hearty voice came from afar, "Don't mess up! Divided families. Men go and get your mom and daddy! Woman packs up at home! Bring the big animals out and feed them! Get your caravan ready! Listen to me! Each person is only allowed to bring one day's rations! A change of clothes! A set of warm bedding! We're going to Morning Light! The ugly words are said in the front, which old lady is reluctant to have the broken copper and iron at home, and the car is crushed when she brings it up, and the whole family will stay in the wild for me to die! ”

Although he is getting old, he can still ride a fierce horse, and the majestic figure of the village chief breaks through the dense rain curtain and gallops on the not spacious village road. The pedestrians on the street hurriedly avoided in both directions, but at the same time showed a look of relief - listening to the village chief's angry scolding, looking at the familiar back in his memory. It's a real relief.

The village chief's roar was heard far away, and Ji Li's ears were amazing, and she could hear it clearly, and she looked at the Holy Sword Phantom in the sky. It seems that he wants to find a trace of the mystery of the Protective Sword of Light from above. Without looking back, he said, "Father, I think it's time for you to appear." If the village chief is the leader and strict father of the village, then you are the spiritual mentor and loving mother of the villagers, and you are also required to mentally comfort and guide the villagers with patience and fraternity when the village chief controls order and leads the villagers with his prestige and iron fist......"

There was no answer, and then the sound of horses' hooves was heard behind the church.

Ji Li looked back in surprise and saw the Light Cult robes fluttering in the wind. The gray-haired old priest wore an olive branch crown and was dressed in full costume. Riding a white horse, waving the crest of the cross with the word written on it, galloping down the hill in front of the church, he stared closely at the direction of the village chief's galloping horse, his eyes flashed with a strong sense of confrontation, the light technique blessed his body, and the thick halo plated a layer of pure white brilliance on his body, making him look so sacred.

The old priest, who had always presented himself with humility, kindness and wisdom, held aloft the cross in his hand and roared in a voice not inferior to that of the village chief: "God the Father is above! The Light is with you! ”

The voice of the priest echoed through the village as well, through the rain curtain: "We are not born alone! Father! Mother! Family! Child! Wife! Husband! Care about them! Help them! Protect them! And your neighbors! Your friends! Reach out to anyone in need! Help others, help each other, and we will live together! ”

"The target is Morning Light! We had to go overnight! Dark night! Majestic heavy rain! Dirt roads! Icy cold weather! And the flash floods that are about to erupt! One qiē is bad, but we will win! Because God loves the brave and compassionate in their hearts! So those who watch and help one another will be saved by helping one another! The despicable and selfish will drown in shame! ”

"Men with fathers and children have come forward! Carry your elderly parents home! Help your neighbors and friends in need! Women with mothers and children also stand up! Feed your animals! Lay out the family's caravan with fluffy wheat straw and bedding! Cover with planks and canvas! Because your parents and children will stay inside and have a cold night! ”

"Hurry up, everyone! We're in a race against death! Any kind deeds and hard work will be rewarded! And not just for your lives! Raised your parents! And your children! O people of God the Father! I hope that in this cold rainy night, the flame of kindness in human nature can warm each other's hearts! In these dark days, we will spend it together! All of us! Our loved ones! Our children! ”

The two souls of the village, the village chief, who was a retired soldier of the Empire, and the priest, who had dedicated his life to the Light, staggered through the wind and rain, and the loud and provocative speeches became the medicine that brought the villagers out of their panic and helplessness, calming the hearts of the people and making them calm down and do what they were supposed to do - whether it was to help themselves or others.

Gilly stared at the priest's back in amazement, always feeling that he was wielding the cross in a strange but familiar way, not so much holding the Holy Cross of Embellishment blessed by the Holy Radiance, but wielding a powerful armor-piercing mace......

Whether it was the style of the speech or the posture of taking the lead in the charge, the paladin couldn't help but think of a legendary unit in the Holy See's military system - the leader. In the Order and Order of Order formed by the Holy See, there are always active leaders in the ranks, wielding holy texts and crosses. Riding a chainmail warhorse, chanting the name of the Holy Light, boosting morale. Fighting in the front line with the soldiers, with a firm faith, a great will, and a great skill, it is clear from the style of speech and the posture of using the portable cross as a war hammer that this old man clearly served as a leader......

But the crux of the matter is. For Mao, there are leaders in the order who have a heavy cavalry formation, and after retiring, they will be assigned the position of priest! Shouldn't you be a sergeant major in the Scarlet Monastery!

Although there were many things I wanted to complain about, I saw that the villagers gradually calmed down under the double pressure of the village chief and the priest, and the preparations for emergency evacuation were carried out in a more orderly manner. Jili was really relieved.

In this chaotic situation, if there is no strong strongman to stand up, it will usually lead to very strict consequences, and the village chief and priest will be able to calm the scene. It's wonderful......

In the pouring rain. The men knocked on the door of their parents' house with the help of friends and neighbors, and with the help of friends and neighbors, they put on two layers of thick coats and robes for their elderly mother, and carefully carried their mother out of the door under the impatient slap of the old father, turning back three times in one step, for fear that the father who was following behind would slip when he walked.

At home. The women were also busy, sweating profusely and cutting the hay with their knives. He even ruthlessly mixed a bag of soybeans and began to feed the family's big animals, and then took out the precious canvas from the family box, took the wooden planks from the cellar, and began to build a caravan on the inside and outside three layers, first laying a layer of wheat stalks, then putting the mattress, and finally a layer of quilt, and stuffing an iron kettle full of hot water into the quilt to make it as warm as possible......

Everyone was working hard for one thing, even if there were people who still refused to leave their homes, and they chose to be obedient in the spit of the village chief and the priest kicking in the door, and in Baihe Village, no one could keep their composure under the roar of the village chief and the angry glare of the priest - the village chief would whip him if he couldn't say a word, and the priest ...... Well, although I have never seen a priest beat someone, I always feel that the priest holding a cross the size of a stone hammer looks at other people's heads with a strange look......

According to the instructions of the village chief, after each family was ready, they put the cattle on the halters, and pulled the ox carts and carriages to the main road in the village, and the old people, children, and women got into the carriages, and the warm carriages and the cold rainy night seemed to be two worlds, and the children and women took one last look at the men standing outside the carriage in raincoats, waiting for the review like soldiers, and then closed the thick curtains.

The village chief and the father of God brought their own people to inspect the past, and if there was no caravan or the ox cart was too dilapidated, they squeezed a cart with the neighbor's house, and if there was excess livestock at home, they lent it to others, so as to make it convenient for others and for their own convenience.

There was a thin sobbing sound from inside the carriage.

The men outside the car were also sighing.

Although some of the valuable belongings were sent to the town early as a precaution, there were still a lot of things at home, a few chickens, a few sheep, and there was no way to bring them, so they could only rush to the top floor, hoping that these little animals would escape the catastrophe - but it was very hanging, looking at the posture of the big sword outside, the flood level was very fierce and evil, and when this flood came, maybe the house would be washed away......

The priest and the village chief looked at each other, and both saw the gloom in each other's eyes, and the people's worries were insoluble, because the loss in the disaster had become inevitable, and they could use words to inspire people, but they could not dispel people's worries about the future......

At this moment, a soft glow shone from the sky.

The apprehensive people raised their heads in surprise, and then lost the ability to speak in an instant.

Wings, two pure white wings slowly spread in the night sky, feathers made of light passed through the fine rain curtain, slowly falling, under the incredulous gaze of everyone, the angel waving her wings slowly landed, her face was enough to dim all the flowers, her bright blonde hair was bright enough to overshadow the brightness of the sun, and the color of her eyes was like the sky in the depths.

The priest reacted the fastest, although he was shocked by the scene in front of him, but he recognized that the angel was actually the innocent silly girl who ran into the church twice in three days and even befriended Ellie, but this was not the time to care about this matter, he raised the cross in his hand vigorously, and shouted: "It's an angel!" God the Father sent angels to help us! We will be saved! ”

"Wait, I'm not ......" Athena instinctively wanted to say something. But a familiar cough came from a dark corner, and the angel reacted and immediately shut his mouth. Looks a little at a loss.

But no one noticed her small movements, the tsunami-like cheers and excited prayers even drowned out the sound of pouring rain, and even the people in the carriage poked their heads out, and some old people even jumped out of the carriage directly, pushing his son, who was sweating profusely and wanted to put on a raincoat, to the side, regardless of the mud below, about to kneel down.

"Don't! Don't kneel! Athena blurted out. Your knees are for walking! ”

Her words seemed to have a magical power, and the believers who wanted to kneel immediately stopped their movements and stared at her directly.

Even in the face of Edwardser level archdemons. Athena had never been so nervous as she was today, obviously a group of ordinary human beings, who didn't know why, facing their reverent and expectant gazes. The angel's heart was a little void. She even had the idea of turning around and running away - she felt that she was not qualified for such reverence.

But remembering what Sigma had just said to her, the angel clenched her fist slightly, and her voice stuttered a little at first, but soon became fluent, and she looked at the people who poked their heads out of the carriage and looked at her in the rain, and waved her hand indiscriminately: "Those who are not wearing a robe, hurry back to the car." Humans will get sick if they get rainy, don't worry. Even if you're in the car, you can hear what I'm saying......"

There was a commotion in the crowd, and the stubborn old man immediately stretched out his hand and begged his son for a robe, and Athena saw this, and said without thinking: "Go back quickly, don't stay outside, otherwise I'll be angry!" ”

After finishing speaking, she regretted it a little, did this tone be a little lighter? But this sentence was more effective than anything else, and as soon as the words fell, the people who had just gotten out of the car returned to the car as fast as they could—Athena could even feel a more eager, optimistic atmosphere rising in the crowd.

She recalled the conversation she had with Sigma.

When she asked to do what she could, Sigma's answer was that it was enough to appear as an angel.

Athena took a deep breath, what she had seen and heard in the past few days came to her heart, she looked at the people in the village, and said softly: "I'm sorry, everyone, we have limited ability to retreat the flood, we can only block it temporarily, so everyone still has to retreat urgently and take refuge in Chenguang Town." I know it may be tough, but I also know that humanity will have extraordinary courage in a pinch, because we all have people we want to protect...... These days, I have seen brave mothers, hard-working fathers, brave warriors, strong martyrs, and people who are willing to trust each other with kindness and trust, and I feel that you are the same as them, and you are willing to give everything for your loved ones, this is human beings, whether there is anyone to help you or not, you can always help each other in adversity and survive ......"

"Some of you are in the prime of life, healthy and strong enough to protect your parents, wives and children, and friends, while some of you are old and decrepit, but you have raised strong children and grandchildren in exchange for blood bonds and protection, and some of you are just naïve children, but when you grow up, you will guard your elders and children like your parents...... It is you who have taken root and multiplied in this land, and have not experienced a flood that is fierce enough to destroy a single qiē before? However, your ancestors survived, so you have today, I think at that time, there should be no angels from the sky to protect you, I think at that time, it was those of your simple and brave ancestors who did their best to protect their families, so there was a bloodline, from generation to generation, the spirit of bravery and protection was passed down. The angel spoke quietly, and then smiled lightly, "So don't be discouraged, and don't put your hopes in others, even if the flood comes, you can be like your ancestors, desperately protect the lives and happiness of you and your family, even if the flood washes away your home, you can rely on your own strength to start again, no matter what kind of difficulties you encounter, as long as you don't give up, after all, there will be a time when the rain passes and the sky is clear, isn't this human?" Isn't that something you've always been proud of? ”

"So, please don't think of me as a savior, I have neither the ability nor the qualifications. It is you who save you, and it is you who can stand proudly on this land......" Athena blinked and said calmly, "and I am just an angel who will come to your aid at the right time, nothing ......more"

As the old man who watched the night said that day, the simple human heart is not polluted by worldly desires, because they do not believe that there will be pie in the sky, so they never count on the so-called rescue and donations, because they are not greedy, so they are not angry, and people are used to protecting themselves.

In the silence, the village chief spat on the ground with a "phew", shook the horsewhip fiercely, and the crisp whip exploded, and the old man said angrily: "Well said! Dad is his own father, his wife is his wife, and his children are his own children, how can he expect others to protect him? Isn't there a fucking shame? ”

The priest's face turned red, and he glared fiercely at the village chief who had fallen into the well, and also shouted loudly: "Go! ”

Athena waved her wings of light, and the light dispelled the darkness and illuminated the way forward.

After experiencing the initial ecstasy and anticipation, except for the occasional curious gaze to the sky, there is no longer the original expectation and dependence, perhaps it is Athena's speech that moves them, maybe it is the words of the village chief that stimulates them, or maybe it is the thousands of years of history of the Norren people, which has already made the belief in self-improvement and self-reliance engraved in everyone's soul.

But thankfully, the gloom on people's faces has disappeared.

One thing Athena is not wrong about.

Inherited from their ancestors, they have never lost a boastful way of life and strong faith.

The angel's eyes wandered, looking at Sigma who had quietly integrated into the team at some point.

The necromancer looked up and smiled at her. (To be continued......)