When Doren looked up, he saw a gloomy sky, with numerous crows chirping and circling as if to herald death.

After Hoffman's death, a terrible plague swept through the town in an instant, and some people say that it was a curse imposed by the unwilling mage before he died.

Whether Doren believes it or not, it's true that the plague has killed every family.

Even his friend and best friend, Mickey, who had just returned from the county, was killed, and even Doren was not spared, infected with the terrible plague, and even reached the brink of death at one point.

"Thank God for the return of the Rockefeller Pastor and the saving of my catastrophe......"

Duolun couldn't help but pray.

If it weren't for the priest in the town who happened to come back, he would probably have to go directly to the underworld to report.

This must be the will of the gods!—Doron was convinced of this, otherwise why would the departed Rockefeller Priest just come back and perform his magic for free?

It's just a pity to leave your homeland and your hometown suddenly.

"Listen, in the name of the Church of the Gods and the Lords...... All the inhabitants of Black Forest must move to the county seat and wait for the next order......"

A knight of the lord ran by, still shouting orders from his mouth.

Duolun looked around, and around his board cart, scattered residents, carrying heavy luggage, converged into a tide like ants.

It was the order of the lords, and the main work of the return of the Rockefeller priest.

All the believers were to be moved to the county town, and when Doren first heard this order, he almost thought that the lord was crazy, and that there were still enough houses and bread to accommodate them.

There is a fact, and this is also assured by the Rockefeller reverend.

-- With the beginning of the migration plan of the gods. It was inevitably the city dwellers who took the lead, and the remaining villagers and townspeople were ordered to gather in the city and carry out a unified relocation.

"Woo...... Sir, look at the ears of wheat in this field...... How good is it to grow...... Let old York collect the wheat and then leave......"

A peasant-like man was pulled from the field by the knight, holding the knight's leg and pleading.

"If you say no, you can't, do you want to disobey the lord's orders?"

The knight in armor kicks the opponent away. Said impatiently.

In fact, he was also very incredulous about the lord's decision, after all, his manor and fiefdom were also here.

If it weren't for the double orders from the Kingdom and the Church, and the promise that the other party would compensate him for his losses, he wouldn't have agreed at all.

"Even so, at least I need a fief twice as big as it is now!"

The knight thought fiercely, and his voice became louder, and the slightest dissatisfaction would lead to angry scolding and whipping.

"Come one by one and be examined by the priest......"

At the mouth of the town. Densely packed with the old and the young, the carts and carriages loaded with a large number of materials formed a long line.

And Rockefeller, the priest of the God of Suffering, with a group of young priests and priests' apprentices, stood at the intersection and carefully examined the faces of each freeman to see if there were common symptoms of plague such as fever and coughing up blood.

Those who are diagnosed will be taken to a quarantine area on the side, and those who pass through will be given a small potion that is said to increase luck, and as long as they drink it, they will not be caught by the palm of the disease.

- Fear of plague and death! This is why the townspeople are urged to stay away from their homeland.

And after these measures, if there are still free people who want to die, whether it is the lord or the priest, they will no longer care about them.

"Your Excellency...... It's been counted. The town of the Black Forest had a total of 4,382 inhabitants, and more than a thousand died of the plague. We've transported 2,900 people!"

Next to Rockefeller, dressed as a priest, an apprentice with a quill and parchment, and a pair of round glasses on his nose, looked a little funny, and was preaching in a serious manner.

"Nearly 3,000 believers? Good, keep doing it!"

Reverend Rockefeller nodded. Said approvingly.

"This kind of believers who fully believe in our Lord must all be moved!"

Rockefeller looked at the long queue and secretly made up his mind in his heart.

After the Synod of the Gods in the Pantheon, the migration of believers into the kingdom of God became a top priority for every church.

And to distinguish believers, to assist in relocation. It has become a terrifying problem with a heavy workload to the limit.

Even the gods lament that such a large-scale migration would not have been possible in hundreds of years.

And the wizards obviously won't give them this chance, and the growing plague is constantly attacking, wantonly depriving ordinary people of their lives.

In the end, the gods opened the pantheon several more times, and finally decided on the method of dividing the dioceses and each one in charge.

And a town like Black Forest, which only has a belief in the God of Suffering, is the easiest place to make achievements, and it is no wonder that the Rockefeller pastor who escaped before rushed back in a hurry.

"Woo...... Pastor Rockefeller, Why...... I served the gods so devoutly, but both of my sons and daughters died...... Woohoo......"

At this time, an old man in linen threw himself out of the crowd, fell to his knees in front of Rockefeller, and wept bitterly.

"Bastard!"

The wizards and apprentices of the Church on both sides were furious, and this behavior was technically enough to be blasphemous.

"Admittedly...... The great God of suffering wants us to endure pain and suffering......"

Rockefeller waved his hand and told the surrounding samurai to stand back, and he himself kindly helped the old man up.

"But appropriate grief is also permissible...... The gods are merciful and forgiving, and will forgive you for this little transgression......"

As a full-fledged priest of Rockefeller, he has the highest status here, of course, and he is what he says.

"Oh...... God, I am guilty......"

The white-haired old man cried even more fiercely, which made Duolun next to him look a little sad.

The rickety figure always reminded him of some unbearable memories, and he shook his head sharply, and finally continued to push the cart forward, and Rockefeller's voice still involuntarily drilled into his ears.

"This tribulation is not the pain of the gods on the world, but the beginning of the end times!"

"The end times?!" Doron was startled and stopped unconsciously.

"Plague, war, famine, death...... This is what has long been recorded in the canons of the gods......"

Rockefeller's face was covered with a golden glow, which made his whole person look even more sacred.

"The end times are coming, the evil of another world is about to invade, and only the most devout believers can be redeemed and have eternal life in the kingdom of the gods......"

Rockefeller was reading out the contents of the 'eschatology' that the church had worked overtime to produce, and the horrific scene described in it immediately frightened Duolun and others.

It turned out that the plague they had experienced before was not the end of everything, but the beginning of some kind of catastrophe.

Guided by this propaganda, and threatened by plague and death, both the freedmen and the tenant farmers obediently complied, and hurried to the main road of the county town.

And Rockefeller's preaching continues: "Those evils will invade the world and rob us of everything, our lives, our flesh, and even our souls...... They are the end of all, the messengers of the oneness of all things, and their real name is ...... Wizard !!!"

After a long period of separation, the taboo word wizard has finally begun to be re-mentioned in the world of the gods, signaling the return of Ragnarok!

......

The county town of Blacksburgh.

This is where Mickey used to intern, and it's only a day and a half by carriage from the Black Forest town, and Doron has also walked there.

But this time, when he saw the tall bluestone city wall, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, he had never expected that this journey would be so long.

Duolun looked around with trepidation, and the residents at this time were all disgraced, and some of them were injured, just like a group of refugees during the famine.

This kind of chaotic march of the brigade could not walk much in a day, and even Duolun was forced to abandon a lot of useful things.

In particular, with the chaos caused by the Great Migration, there were many robbers on horseback beside the main road, and even with the protection of the lord's guard and priests, their numbers were still too small to be guarded.

There was even a time when the horse thief charged directly in front of Duo Lun, and the feeling of facing death at close range, Duo Lun never wanted to experience it again.

"After arriving here, you can go to the kingdom of my god and obtain eternal life, right?"

I have to say that Rockefeller's boasting of the kingdom of God before was the only motivation for Duolun to persist until now.

But he soon discovered that he was thinking too much.

Bang!

A large number of secular troops were stationed around the county, and the sharp spears formed a formation, giving the refugees a deep deterrent.

"Listen...... There was a queue due to the large number of people gathered over, first the nobles, then the freedmen with status, and the others were temporarily outside the city......"

Knights on horseback galloped back and forth, announcing orders.

At this time, outside the county town, there were already a large number of tents, which looked like huge refugee camps, and from time to time there were priests distributing potions and performing magic spells.

Makeshift temples rose from the ground, emitting a faint golden glow, protecting the surroundings of the county.

If it weren't for this protection, with the nutritional level and population density of the refugee camp, I am afraid that the plague would have taken every life here, and the gods' plans would have been completely defeated.

"Okay...... Nobility first!"

Duolun watched as the lord's carriage slowly drove into the city, and he was forced to stay outside, and for some reason, the fire in his heart grew bigger and bigger. (To be continued.) )