Ursas is a semi-feudal state that excludes the infected, mestizos, and racial minorities. Flash Dance

However, natural disasters and source stone diseases will not favor him and avoid him because of this.

On the contrary, due to the lack of proper isolation of infected people due to pure contempt and rejection, the prevalence of infected people in Ursas is even higher than the world average of Terra.

It's just that the infected people who can survive a year in Ursas are a minority of the few.

The main cause of death for these infected people is not disease and cold, but the simplest of starvation.

The world of Terra is a world with extremely limited resources.

More than 90% of the land is wasted in the ultra-high source stone energy immersion, soilless cultivation and high-density cultivation are the mainstream food sources in the Terra world, and most cities need to buy food in large quantities from the outside world due to temperature and technology problems.

However, due to the relatively small number of people in the world of Terra, the rations are not scarce, and they are even rich, and many cities have opened various snack bars and dessert shops, at most according to the distance of grain production cities, resulting in a slight fluctuation in food prices.

But Ursas is a special case within a special case.

The Ursatian Empire, located in the northern region, was the farthest away from most grain-producing cities.

In addition, the temperature in the north is extremely low, and the level of science and technology in Ursas as a semi-feudal country is not developed, and the cultivation technology is very poor, but out of greed, the city consuls and royal nobles are unwilling to give up all kinds of underground minerals that are extremely rich in the north.

As a result, the Ursas had to buy food from other cities at a high price.

Chernobog is one of the few cities in Ursas that can produce its own grain, but it also costs a lot of Longmen coins to buy food.

When food is relatively precarious, the first thing that comes to the minds of the Ursians is not how to increase food production, but how to eliminate a part of the population that also needs to eat.

For example, infected people.

Under the control of vested interests, the Ursatian media began to exaggerate the danger of the infected to the whole country, and fifty or sixty percent of the food purchased by the consuls from the outside world at high prices was stolen by the infected on a dark night.

The hard-working Ursas people, because of the shortage of food, can only use most of their salaries to maintain their family's rations.

It's so pathetic.

Of course, no one believes this kind of media report that is farting when you hear it.

But does the truth need people to believe

Will the native-born Ursatian not know the truth

Didn't they know that it was because the consuls and nobles were unwilling to move the city to the warmer south, and to abandon the stupid strategy of bringing the nobles a lot of dragon coins without giving them a dime to buy food?

Of course they do

Not only do they know that they can also talk about all kinds of national policy news during the noon chat, and they can even roughly figure out which nobleman has earned in which business with a little analysis.

But so what

They just need an excuse.

The consuls and nobles had in their hands an army of well-paid professionals, and they could not be defeated by a hundred times the number of commoners.

But the infected are different.

With their thin physique and filthy rotten clothes, they can lie on the ground for a long time with a casual kick.

When the proprietors of all the grain stores saw such beggars, they would kick them mercilessly, kicking them far away, so that they would not get in the way of their own solicitation of customers.

Such people are suitable for them to be bullied by civilians

As for throwing their heads and spilling their blood, killing the nobles, overthrowing the rotten feudal system, letting the people of Usas take charge of their own affairs, and solving the problems of Usas from the root

Hey, who cares

Bullying the infected is just because they are not happy, just like beating a child on a rainy day, not for education, just for their own comfort.

Against the noble consuls

That's a really head-scratching thing, and a fool would do it

They really have an army of professionals

You see, the weak are always unreasonable.

"That's why infected people are being bullied."

Tallulah stood on a makeshift wooden platform, in front of a dense crowd of Ursath infected, also dressed in tatters.

Most of them were holding a steaming porridge bowl in their hands, and a new thick cotton coat was covered in their dirty clothes.

It is precisely because of these two things that they reluctantly sit here in the cold and listen to the nonsense of this unknown woman.

But when I listened to it, I couldn't help but get into it.

"In their eyes, we are weak and can be bullied at will."

"In their eyes, we are an abomination, the demon of Sakaz who brings disease and suffering. Flash Dance "

"In their eyes, the moment we were born, we should be thrown into a campfire and burned alive."

"We're disgusting garbage."

"We are sinners who hinder their good life."

"All of us, good and bad, good and evil, all deserve to die."

"Do you say, is that so?"

Tallulah's voice was calm, and her expression was equally calm, and she didn't seem to show any emotion, as if she was chatting with a friend.

But with her words, the Ursas infected people in front of them with numb expressions seemed to be tugged at their heartstrings, evoking painful memories hidden in their hearts in the past.

Numbness is not ignorance, but a kind of self-protection out of helplessness and loss of the last hope.

People always use numbness to face the fragility that they really can't face in their hearts.

But when this last fig leaf of self-deception is torn open and the tip of the knife is mercilessly pierced deep into their wounds, the pain is awakened once more.

Oh, yes.

It's just that for some irresistible reason, they have contracted a disease that everyone can't help but do.

And because of that, they deserve to die

Is this kind of thing really reasonable?

They are hungry, cold, and bullied.

Is it just because of the cowardice of others in the face of superiors?

They were confused.

Some people may have thought about these questions, or they may not bother to think about them because of the pain caused by hunger. However, once the truth is torn apart by someone's red fruit and exposed in front of most people.

The kind of anger that multiplies when you huddle together is enough to burn everyone from head to toe.

When he stands in the crowd, no one will be a coward.

And so someone spoke.

"Then what are we going to do, are we really going to have to face the nobles, the consuls and their professional armies?"

"Can we do it?"

The infected person who raised his hand to speak stood up from the squatting crowd, his back bent habitually, but his face was only middle-aged, but his face was very dirty, and his hair was knotted and tangled together.

Looking at his thick but shabby tarten mink coat, he was probably a wealthy middle-class man before he contracted the source stone disease.

It may be a small entrepreneur, it may be a lawyer, it may be a doctor, and most of them have a happy family.

But the source stone disease changed everything for him.

Tallulah glanced at him, a smile of relief on her face, people who can think are always welcome, and so are the intested.

She spoke in a sincere tone, looking at the middle-aged man with those unwavering eyes

"It works."

Tallulah looked at him, looked up again, and swept her gaze over everyone in front of her, holding her chest.

"As long as you, you, and all of us, want to live, live in society like a normal person, have something to eat when you are hungry, have water to drink when you are thirsty, have hospital treatment when you are sick, and be able to return to a warm home when the weather is cold"

"Then we can do anything"

"Here, let me introduce myself again."

"My name is Tallulah, a six-star potential, a rank guard, and now the leader of the integration movement."

"I'm an infected."

"The integration movement, on the other hand, is an organization of infected people."

"We are working hard for the happiness and survival of all those infected."

As soon as the words fell, a powerful source stone energy roared out of her body like a wave, sweeping away all the infected around her.

Everyone standing beside her invariably felt that their brains were confused, and their bodies were involuntarily stiffened under the impact of this coercion, and they couldn't even move a finger.

Fortunately, this coercion came and went quickly.

However, under this coercion, no one dared to underestimate this woman anymore.

Tallulah continued to walk around as if nothing had happened

"Everyone thinks that the source stone disease is a disease, and they think that we are a group of weak people, but I want to tell you that the source stone disease brings you strength equal to the pain while it also brings you the same strength as the pain."

"According to the data of the research institute, the adaptability of the source stone technique of the infected person is at least one level higher than that of the non-infected person, that is, every infected person has the potential to become a strong person"

"The reason why we seem weak is only because we don't use this power."

At this, Tallulah stopped suddenly.

She stood on the high platform and looked down at the dense crowd in front of her, brought from all over Chernobog, with tens of thousands of infected people.

The infected looked up at her in the same way.

It's like a soul sunk in the abyss, looking up at the goddess who brings salvation.

It's so quiet that you can hear a pin dropping.

Tallulah was silent, looking at everyone, her eyes calmly sweeping round and round, everyone feeling that she was looking at her.

I don't know who led the way, but suddenly people stood up one by one.

There seems to be something more on the originally numb face.

It's as if nothing has changed.

After a long silence, Tallulah spoke.

"If I can give you strength, will you follow my banner?"

"I do"

"Yes"

"Me too"

The voice was sparse, and only a few people responded, answering everything, messy and untidy.

Tallulah raised her voice a little more.

"If I could bring you a good life, would you be willing to follow me through blood and fire, through war and death?"

"I do"

"We do"

"Me too"

The voices of the crowd who answered became louder and louder, and the crowd who stood up seemed to straighten their backs a lot with their habitual rickets, and their voices were dense, and everyone was shouting.

"If I can fulfill my promise, will you follow me through the sea of corpses and blood, break through the cage set for us by others under my banner, and pursue freedom and a better life with me?"

"I do"

"I do"

"I do"

The infected screamed excitedly, roared, cried loudly, and screamed their last breath.

The sound converges into a torrent, like a landslide and tsunami.

Every once humble infected person once again straightened their backs that seemed to have been broken in this voice.

If someone can lead them to hope, even if there is a bottomless abyss in front of them, they will be willing to step into the void.

For these people who don't even have the qualifications to survive in difficulty

Desperately, all it takes is a simple reason.

They want to live.

So, they are willing to pay for death.

Tallulah stood on the high platform, her face extremely serious.

"Then go ahead."

"Follow me, join my brothers and sisters in the integration movement into the city, let those who have oppressed you feel the pain you have experienced, take control of all the key facilities of the city, and take over the city."

"Let Chernobog be the first large mobile city of infected people."

"In the cruel land of Ursus,"

"Rebel against this great empire."