Doom looked at the people in front of him, many of whom he was familiar with. The years have left their mark on these poor gypsies, and although only ten years have passed, many look like they are at least thirty years older.

He spotted a gray-haired old man in the crowd at a glance.

"Boris"

The old man was stunned for a moment, raised his eyelids and looked at the cloaked armored man in front of him, and hesitantly pointed to himself and asked, "Are you calling me, sir?"

"Of course it's you, Boris." Doom took off his hood, reached out and removed his mask, and said, "Remember me, Boris"

The old man's eyes narrowed, as if he was trying very hard to match the handsome face with someone in his memory. After a moment, his expression gradually froze, and his mouth slowly opened wide, revealing an exaggerated look of disbelief.

"Dimension...... How many lords of Vic! He cried out in surprise.

The other gypsies also cast suspicious glances, looking at the armoured stranger with a new perspective.

Victor which Victor is the son of Victor von Dum, the evil witch Cynthia von Dum

Even after all these years, they will not forget. Whether people like him or not, Victor von Dum has become a legend among them. He behaved like no other person from an early age, he was a true genius, and he also had the courage and courage to match his age. The period led by Doom was the only period in the history of this small tribe that was able to resist the army. Since Doom's departure, their living conditions have deteriorated, and many have died under the cold guns.

But then there were rumors that he was involved in some accident and went missing. Most people thought he was dead.

"It's me." Doom confirmed their suspicions in a hoarse voice. He slowly raised his hand, put his mask back on, and said, "I left for a while, to learn the necessary knowledge, to seek strength...... A force that is enough to turn everything around. And now, I've found what I'm looking for. Now that I'm back, I need you to follow my commands. ”

Everyone looked at each other, and no one said anything for a long time.

“...... Well, my master. In the end, Boris spoke first, and the old man asked, "Then what do you need me to do?"

"Gather all the families, gather everyone." "I'm going to show everyone the way," said Doom in a low voice. ”

News of Victor von Dum's return soon spread throughout the tiny clan. The families that had once been under his command were soon reunited, and they sat around a glittering campfire in the night, listening nervously to what Doom had to say.

Doom single-handedly explained his thoughts, telling them about his plans and ambitions. He promised to drag their enemies off the throne of the country and show everyone the way that had been paved by him.

"Your idea is amazing, vondume," said the head of a family, frowning, "but we have to take into account ...... The king is no longer the baron he once was. His strength is not what it used to be, and now he has the support of the Russians, and he has countless guns in his hands and countless soldiers. We couldn't possibly ......."

"I'm far wiser than you think. While you're still pretending for your next move, I'm at least ten steps ahead of you. Doom said coldly, "But I don't need to make all of you understand my plan. I'm coming back here to tell you exactly what's going to happen next in this country. There will be a revolution in Latvia that has never been done before, and we will succeed. ”

He put his hands behind his back in his cloak, and the bonfire cast his tall and hideous shadow on the ground.

"The weapons are ready, you don't need to worry about this part. Now I'm just short of people. I need you to pick up your guns and go to war to wrest power from those who have oppressed us for generations. We will establish a stronghold in this land, and no one knows every plant and tree here better than you, and the terrain is our absolute advantage. Then I will need some of you to act as messengers to deliver my message to people across the country. ”

"What message"

"Dawn, gentlemen. My message is that the dawn is coming. "The long dark night in Latvia is coming to an end, and all those who want the king's fall will join me." I will hand you some weapons that I have personally developed, some technologies that the heads of state of this poor country could never have dreamed of. You bring these weapons with you to let others know what I'm capable of now, and tell them what kind of person I am. Naturally, they will join us because they will understand that freedom is so within reach. ”

A bearded man, who had been silent, sat on his knees for a long time, and finally stood up uncontrollably.

"In my opinion, Doom," he pointed to Doom, "I think you're just coveting the Baron's position." It's true that the Baron is a bastard, but I don't think we'll have any freedom if you rule over us. ”

Boris was taken aback and hurriedly interrupted: "Tovat, you shouldn't talk to your master like that......"

Doom waved his hand: "Let him speak." ”

Seeing that Doom didn't seem to mind, Tovat's fear and uneasiness seemed to be dispelled a little. He raised his voice and continued, "You abandoned us, Doom, you have no idea how we got through all these years. I don't know where you've been or what kind of experience you've had. But if you think you can just run back and wear this maniac cloak and expect us to do your best to recruit an army for you, you're very wrong. ”

Dum had no waves in his eyes, and asked calmly, "Are you finished?"

Tovat paused, vaguely aware that something was wrong.

"Good."

Without any extra nonsense or movement, the fingertips of Doom's right hand stabbed out scarlet electric light, and in the blink of an eye, he struck Tovat. The man's moment was scorched black by high-voltage electricity, a faint white smoke rose from his body, and he fell down with round eyes, and died miserably.

The women screamed, and even the men of the tribe were speechless. The eyes that people looked at Doom suddenly changed, and they became more pure awe and fear, as if they were looking at the incarnation of the demon.

Poor Tovat. Although he did not have a good relationship with the Vondum family in the days that followed, he did play violin music at the wedding of Victor's parents. No one expected him to end up like this.

Doom folded his arms expressionlessly, as if he had slapped a fly to death.

"Now, is there any other question?"