With the help of Miss Shersa, Jiang Feng quickly found the fishermen hiding in the fishing village.

When the robbers arrived, most of them were out to sea to fish and did not return until the fog had lifted. Since the robbers were still attacking the town hall at that time, these people narrowly escaped.

According to the fishermen, some of them were captured by the unknown bandits, while others fled into the forest. Of course, there are also people like them who don't have time to escape, so they hide in the fishing village.

After not stopping in the fishing village for long, and after the fishermen who were hiding could be found, Jiang Feng instructed them to untie the fishing boats tied to the dock of the fishing village and drag them all into the sea.

Before leaving the fishing port, Jiang Feng took the body of the barbarian leader with him on the boat.

Jiang Feng remembered hearing Captain Kairut say a long time ago that he had traveled to many places with the merchant ships of Banville before he came to work under him.

Perhaps he could tell himself where these barbarians came from.

Small fishing boats approached the steamboats, and nets of twine were thrown on the side of the boats for the men to climb.

After returning to the deck, Jiang Feng briefly counted that there were only twenty-four fishermen who escaped from the fishing village, including the little girl named Shersa. All of them had expressions on their faces that they had survived the catastrophe, and of course, there were also those who had been captured by their loved ones, and there was a deep sadness on their faces.

After settling these fishermen into the rooms below deck, Jiang Feng turned around and returned to the deck and walked to the stern.

Captain Kairut was crouching there, staring at the corpse of the barbarian leader, his eyes full of solemnity and a hint of confusion.

"How? Is there an eyebrow on the matter? Jiang Feng asked.

"One thing, but I'm not sure ......," Captain Celtic looked a little hesitant, rather skeptical of his discovery.

"Blue eyes, thick hair, a large nose, plus a wide jawbone...... These characteristics should be the barbarians of the Far North Wasteland. But this is too unbelievable, the Far North Wasteland is so far away from here that the entire Aditya continent is here, and the land is firmly sealed off by the fortress of the Northern Lord. It was impossible for them to slide here with their small wooden boats. ”

Jiang Feng's eyebrows raised, and listening to Captain Kairut's description, he also remembered.

In the library of Warland Castle, he had read about the Far North Wasteland from the king's collection.

The so-called Far North Wasteland is an extremely cold tundra, and the barbarians living there are all people who have once thrown themselves into the chaos and have been abandoned by the brilliance of God the Father.

At the end of the Covenant Age, chaos receded from this world like a tidal wave, and the barbarian tribes who had taken refuge in Chaos, like the ogre tribes living in seclusion deep in the mountains, were pursued by the Knights Templar sent by the holy city of Romania, and escaped to the Far North Wasteland beyond the North Sea while the sea was frozen.

More than 2,000 years have passed, and they still retain their barbaric traditions, living under the harsh law of the jungle, attacking the city-states and kingdoms along the North Sea coast in small wooden boats, and living a tribal life that is half nomadic and half pirates.

Indeed, as Captain Kairut had said, it would be a bit unbelievable if these people were from the Far North Heath. They crossed the entire boreal and northern temperate zone, and without any port supplies along the way, they reached the subtropical Crocodile Island from the distant tundra.

Such a long voyage would not have been possible in their small wooden boats, which could only cruise inshore at best.

However, thinking of their former identities, Jiang Feng didn't feel strange.

Chaos is awakening.

If there were so-called gods to help, it would not be surprising that they would appear anywhere.

"What are we going to do now, kill back?" With his hands in his pockets, Yi Ran looked at Jiang Feng and asked.

"Hmm......" Jiang Feng nodded, looked in the direction of Savit Harbor, and said after a moment of thought, "Although this is a bit unplanned, those people don't seem to be ready to give us time to prepare." ”

After only a while, the aura of negative energy that lingered above the port of Savit became a little stronger.

From the thick blood-colored mist, he faintly saw a faint red glow.

From that red glow, he felt a hint of ominous taste.

……

At the entrance of the church, the marble statues were smashed to pieces, and oil paintings were thrown on the ground and burned like firewood.

In the barbarian's unbridled laughter, the woman dressed as a nun was pressed to the ground, and her tear-stained face had a broken expression, and the sound of crying could no longer be heard.

The robes were stained with blood, and the priest knelt beside him, the cold axe resting on his neck.

There was no fear to be seen on the bruised face, and there was no fear in the pupils, only anger.

"Look closely, woman who serves the gods? That's all that you cowardly gods are capable of? I allow you to pray if your mushy head thinks your God will come and save you. The man with the antler helmet laughed loudly, and his body more than two meters tall sat on the base of the marble statue, burly like a small mountain.

"The flame will burn your soul." The priest said in a tone trembling with anger.

"Phew!" Spat and foam, Gluck felt annoyed on the priest's face, and waved his big hand like a fan, "Repeat these two sentences, and cut off his head." ”

"Yes."

The barbarian warriors standing next to him raised their swords and fell.

Blood spurted to the ground, and the priest's head rolled to the ground.

The nun who had been pressed to the ground finally reacted, but her pupils soon dilated and she was no longer focused.

Inside the church, the black-pressed crowd knelt on the ground.

Their hands were tied, their bloodless faces were covered with a deathly gray, and their slowly quivering lips prayed secretly, but none of them dared to stand up and resist.

Because those who resisted had already died at the door of the town hall.

These barbarians are just too strong, and the lads of Port Sevet are no match for them at all.

Especially some time ago, there was a big war and many people died, and then the magistrate Knight Connie took some people to the continent of Aditya to support His Majesty's war.

Both in strength and in numbers, they lost completely.

"How's the ceremony going?" Gruch stopped looking at the tortured and broken nun, and turned to look at the man in the dark red cloak standing beside him.

From that respectful tone and demeanor, it can be seen that the man Gruch is very respectful.

Indeed, Gruge has a heartfelt respect for these red-robed men.

Without the help of these people, they would still be on the tundra, enduring cold and hunger.

Where can you be so happy as you are now!

"The ritual is almost ready, now you just have to wait patiently, it won't be long before the Gate of Chaos will open, and your people will set foot on the land without having to endure the cold wind and hunger again." The red-robed man smiled slightly and said in a gloomy and nonchalant tone.

"I'm relieved to have your words, there are many sacrifices here, if it's not enough, I'll let people catch two more and send them to you." Gruch said with a bold wave of his hand.

"Naturally, I won't be polite then." The man said with a smile.

The atmosphere of the conversation was pleasant.

However, at this moment, a discordant voice floated from far and near.

"I heard that you are planning to perform some strange ritual on my territory?" The voice approached unhurriedly with the sound of footsteps, "Not going to ask my opinion?" ”