In the villages of Siegburg, thousands of refugees are slowly coming with their old and young people.

A figure galloped quickly, shouting around: "Fathers and fellow villagers, there are refugees coming"

"Yes, a lot of refugees," the man exclaimed.

Hearing this cry, the doors of one house after another opened almost simultaneously, and countless villagers walked out of them.

The man pointed in the direction of the village ahead: "Just outside the village, there are about thousands of people"

"Thousands?" everyone was startled, and then rushed out of the village like a tidal wave.

The man looked at the crowd that was rushing to the entrance of the village, and without thinking, he followed.

The entrance of the village was crowded with people, and a villager looked up at the front. Seeing the tragic scene of the black pressing a group of people in front of him, bringing the old and supporting the young, I couldn't help but think of what happened to myself and others not long ago. So a sense of sympathy arose in my heart, and I subconsciously greeted it.

Looking at the people who suddenly came, thousands of refugees were shocked, thinking that these people had come to drive them away. Then the sound of pleading spread like a tidal wave.

"Everyone, let's rest here for the night."

"Mother, I'm hungry, I'm hungry"

"Father, these uncles, uncles, grandparents won't let us go to their village?

"Please make it easier for you, we won't trouble you"

Listening to these voices, the eyes of the villagers turned red. This kind of scene is so similar to my own some time ago.

So one of them shouted at the top of his voice, "Don't worry, we are not here to chase you."

"No, didn't you come to catch us?" the refugees were stunned for a moment, and subconsciously blurted out.

An old man walked out tremblingly under the recommendation of everyone: "Just now the old man was deaf, I want to ask, are you really not here to catch us?"

"No," one replied affirmatively to the old man.

Then the man waved his hand: "We know the pain of fleeing and leaving our homeland."

"Not long ago, we were refugees who had fled, but thanks to the gift of our Lord God the Supreme Lord of Light, the Pope had found this place of peace for us. If you don't dislike it, how about living here," the man said slowly to the old man.

The old man was stunned again, thinking that there was an illusion: "You mean to say that we can settle here?

"No, this is the domain of Baron Francis, who is now bathed in the glory of our lord, the Supreme Lord God of Light. So this is also my lord's land," the man said to the old man in a firm tone.

The old man and the refugees behind him glanced at each other, their eyes full of confusion and doubt: "My lord, the land of the Supreme Lord God of Light?"

"Baron Francis?" the old man pondered slowly.

Hearing the old man's words, all the villagers felt a sense of pride. The pride on his face grew even stronger when he thought of what had happened during this time, of the paladins, the knights of the inquisition, and the priests.

Seeing the pride on the faces of these villagers, the old man dispelled all his doubts and said to the man, "Thank you for taking you in, we will live here in peace from now on." We apologize for any trouble this has caused."

"As refugees, as they should be," the man replied to the old man.

Then, as if thinking of something, he asked them, "Can you take the liberty of asking, why did you flee?"

"We are the villagers around Fort Gudon, and our villages live next to each other and live a comfortable life without any disputes. Since the death of Viscount Sig, there have been many battles. First with you Siegburg, and later with Ayrshire and Kotsh. The war continued, and the only resort was to flee," the old man said slowly.

When he said the three words Siegberg, he sighed in his heart, and a sad look appeared on his face: "Originally, we didn't dare to flee to Siegburg, but because the wars were too frequent, we had to come hard."

"When we came, we were ready to be killed, and we didn't want the Lord of Sidon Pass to be merciful and generous, and let us go to Siegburg. That's why we're cheeky and come over," the old man explained aloud to the crowd.

The words "the pain of war" came to mind, and the villagers thought of the scene when they were in the camp and were attacked by the soldiers and horses of Ayrshire. A flash of anger suddenly swelled in his heart, shouting injustice for these refugees: "These high-ranking people use war as a game and make us live in misery"

"I, the Church of Light, will punish them," the man said to the old man.

These words resonated with all the villagers, who shouted in unison: "sanctions"

The voice of "sanction them" echoed here, and then quickly spread.

Looking at the angry villagers, thousands of refugees couldn't help but shudder. How could they have seen such a fierce folk style, and they actually dared to raise the voice of sanctions against those high-ranking adults.

Although they suffered, they never had such thoughts.

In fact, if you think about it, it's not that such thoughts have not arisen, but just because of fear. That's why I subconsciously forced myself to forget this terrible idea. and thus did not dare to vent it.

There was a glimmer of envy in his eyes, perhaps just like the person in front of him, that was the real life.

"Let's go, come home with us," the man shouted at the refugees as his voice faded away.

Listening to this voice, thousands of refugees subconsciously hesitated.

Home, two simple words, have great magic at this time. As a refugee with no food, clothing and no safety for himself, he still has a home to return to. This has to be said to be a great happiness.

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you invite these guests back," the man yelled at the villagers around him.

The villagers came to their senses and hurried forward.

What a joke, the wasteland is so big. It's not something that can be developed by yourself and others. Although he and others do have a lot of sympathy, there is also a trace of interest in it. After all, in the face of the vast wasteland, manpower is self-evident as the most valuable resource.

If you are one step slower, once the rest of the villages react, these people will not all be snatched away by others.

Thinking of this, the order issued by Baron Francis came to mind again, and the smile on his face became even thicker.

So thousands of refugees walked into the village in a daze under the warm hospitality of the villagers. The brain is a blank slate.

Jia Changsheng, who was standing above the sky, watched this scene with more interest. With a thought, his figure faded and appeared outside the village, and then slowly walked inside.