The steppe barbarians have invaded the border again.

This is not uncommon for the Harriman people, especially the frontier people.

The steppe demons who live in the great northwest of the Harriman Mountains have to try to bypass the Harriman Mountains every winter and rush in to plunder supplies and population.

It can be said: wide with animals, because of shooting birds and beasts for a living, urgent people practice war to invade!

But the strange thing is that now it is the spring of the recovery of all things, and the grassland tribes should be busy driving cattle and sheep to chase pastures.

Harriman lord Moretz couldn't figure it out.

However, it has little to do with him.

His home is located in the heart of Harriman's territory, and although the border people occasionally flee every winter, it is impossible for those terrible steppe barbarians to fight under the protection of the great god of the night.

He firmly believes this!

As the sun sets, in the stacked buildings in the city, the smoke pokes the dome, and the remnant sun is like blood.

The old hunter Moretz sat in the courtyard, taking advantage of the sunset, sharpening his wood knife.

"Dad, hurry up and pack your things, the grassland barbarians are coming!"

Morrille's only son, Charlie Morrley, rushed into the courtyard with a frightened expression.

"What nonsense, we are 108,000 miles away from the Harriman Mountains, can the steppe barbarians still have wings?" Moritz reprimanded with an old face.

"Dad, what do people need to put wings? Do people have teleportation arrays? Do you know teleportation arrays? It's all said on the Internet, Brontë has already fallen! If you don't run, sooner or later you'll talk about us. Charlie Mo hurriedly said.

"What? On the Internet? You rabbit cub are on the Internet again? Didn't you listen to the priest? It's an evil art, it will devour people's souls little by little, it will die, how can you go to heaven without a soul?"

The old hunter Moretz looked furious.

"Dad, that's not evil magic, the big guys are using it, it's okay. ”

"You rabbit cub still dare to quibble, don't think it's my son, I won't dare to send you to the Night Temple!"

Moretz flew into a rage, pointing at his son's nose and threatening!

When it comes to this network, Moretz simply hates the god of the underworld and the god of the Internet in his heart.

The priest is right, this year's evil situation must have been brought by the god of the underworld and the god of the Internet!

The pieces of paper falling from the sky are like ghosts in the sky, which is terrifying.

"Dad, you've been deceived, the Internet doesn't devour people's souls at all, it consumes soul power, just like a magician releasing magic, and this soul power will slowly rise back. ”

"What? Soul consumption? You still know that the soul is consumed, and the soul is consumed, how can it come back?"

Charlie looked at his father's stubborn appearance, and was as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

Don't look at the gods and the Internet spilling flyers all over the multiverse, the actual number of users is still very limited compared to the huge population base of the multiverse.

The gods are no joke about the years of cultivation in their missionary areas.

A set of ideas such as "atonement", "going to the kingdom of God after death", "the end of the world" and so on, there are not a few fanatical believers.

In particular, most of the people are illiterate, the spiritual world is extremely scarce, and the ability to discern is poor, and the only way to obtain information is the mouth of the consul and the temple.

Therefore, as long as what they say is not too absurd, the logic is slightly self-correct, and it is in line with their folk thinking, natural people will naturally believe what they say.

In fact, even if it is the blue star of the information explosion, there are fewer such things?

"Boom!"

A terrible explosion, suddenly heard from the city, interrupted the argument between Morritz and Morcharlie.

Father and son looked at each other!

"Oh no, it must be the steppe barbarians coming in, hurry, pack your things, run!"

"No way! The Night Temple will protect us!" Moritz looked incredulous.

Charlie is almost crazy!

How can you put up this stubborn old man?

"Phew-"

The sharp cry of the eagle finally brought the father-son argument to a conclusion.

When they looked up, they saw dozens of huge eagles, hovering in the sky over the city, swooping down from time to time to attack important targets.

When the eagle flies sideways, you can also see the air cavalry on its back!

They are the gods of the steppe - the Flying Eagle Cavalry!

"Run!"

The father and son glanced at each other, no longer arguing, and plunged into the house, tidying up.

By the time they finished cleaning up and rushed out of the house, the city was a complete mess!

Civilians fleeing for their lives everywhere!

Everyone is pushing a cart, pedaling a bicycle, or even carrying a handbag, running frantically.

In this and chaotic situation, there are still people who simply take advantage of the fire to rob, especially those who pedal bicycles, which have almost become the first targets.

Some bikes even have several owners at the snap of a finger.

There are even more people who are desperate and no longer run for their lives, but instead smash and insult women in the street!

In the midst of the chaos, the Moretz father and son ran desperately.

When they easily rushed to the gates, they were gripped by deathly despair.

At the gate of the city, the steppe barbarians rode unicorns, looking at them with greedy faces, and their eyes were like looking at ownerless lambs.

Looking up, the battle on the city wall has not yet been extinguished, and all kinds of magic, fighting spirit, and magic are blooming in it.

But none of this has anything to do with the Moritz father and son.

The gates of the city were blocked, which meant that their escape was completely cut off.

Countless steppe cavalry rushed forward wielding scimitars, slashing civilians at will, showing force and terror, driving the crowd towards the center of the city.

More cavalry dismounted and rushed into the alleys to loot for goods and even people.

"Don't panic, the Temple of the Night will save us, the Temple of the Night will save us. Moretz mingled in the crowd and kept muttering.

He seems to be comforting his son, but in fact he is comforting himself more.

Charlie staggered along, his face full of despair.

The Internet opened his horizons and increased his knowledge, but at this time it brought him despair.

Because he knew that they were finished.

The city's divine shield has not been opened, indicating that the church may have been attacked, and the city's most powerful force has fallen.

When they are driven to the center of the city, as soon as the teleportation array is opened, all of them will become slaves of the steppe barbarians!

No one will save them, and they can't save them.

The Northern Ai steppe is too big, the grassland tribes live in pursuit of water and grass, they gather into millions of heroes, scattered into various tribes, except for the grassland gods, no one can find them.

In fact, Charlie Mochalie guessed right.

By the time they were driven to the center of the city by the dreaded steppe barbarians, a portal had risen up.

Piles of civilians were pushed into the teleportation array.

The crowd was boiling, screaming, and frightened, and countless people desperately retreated, but in exchange for their compatriots desperately pushing forward.

No one wants to become a slave of the steppe barbarians!

Even if it's a minute or a second, it's good.

"No, no, no...... The Temple of the Night will save us......" Moretz watched this scene, becoming more and more frightened and broken, he shook his head desperately, praying to the Temple of the Night.

In fact, there are many people who have done something like him.

"Shut up, the Temple of the Night won't save us, the God of the Night is the real evil god, what does he bring us besides disaster?"

"And why don't you listen to me? If you had listened to me, we might have escaped from the city by now?"

Mocharlie broke down and yelled at his father.

Moritz was stunned, his lips trembled, and he rarely did not stand up to his father's dignity and reprimanded his son.

He glanced around blankly.

At the edge of the crowd, more and more people were dragged out of the alley by the steppe barbarians and pushed into the crowd.

The few magicians and fighters who broke out were also quickly killed.

In the sky, eagles hover, staring at every corner of the city.

The Temple of the Night, which he believed in, saw not a shadow at all, and at this point, Moritz collapsed.

The crowd is pushing!

"Great god of the night, save us!"

"God, save us!"

The crowd was filled with prayers and pleadings.

At first, there were people praying to the god of the night, but slowly there was a murmur in the crowd.

Some began to use the word "god" to refer to all the gods who could save them.

Some people remembered everything they knew.

"God of the Internet, please, save us!"

There are even people who think of the god of the Internet.

"The god of the internet?"

Mo Charlie listened to the noise in his ears, his face full of self-deprecation.

This is Harriman, how can the god of the Internet care about them?

However, as long as there is the Internet, he still has a chance.

- There is only one thought left in his mind now: after being captured by the steppe barbarians, he must try to survive, use the Internet, practice magic, and find a chance to escape back.

Slowly, Moretz and Charlie were pushed in front of the transmission array, and they were about to be swallowed by the teleportation array.

Moretz suddenly closed his eyes and shouted: "The god of the Internet save us, I atone for you, I shouldn't slander you!"

The voice just fell.

"Po-"

A strange sound like a stone falling into the water came from underfoot.

In Moretz's stunned face, countless people fell to the ground like dumplings.

"It's ...... This is the fourth natural disaster, and the god of the Internet has come to our rescue!"

Screams of ecstasy were heard from the crowd.

Moretz, who also fell to the ground, was completely stunned, and the next moment, his eyes suddenly blurred.