063 small sect

Agui and several people only rested in the small village of Baisuo and continued to embark on the road. Because they ate well yesterday and slept, everyone's spirits improved. The shopkeeper in the village said that the next small village was 15 miles away, so the five people rode all the way and jogged along the Tianshui River to the next village. Zi advances.

Human beings have developed the habit of living on water for many years, and Tianshui River is a good water system that never floods or dries up, so human life can often be seen on the banks of Tianshui River. Because there are countless large and small tribes living in the west, large beasts are basically not seen in Baisuo. Even there were not many wild wolves, so the bold mountain people began to build a few huts on the Tianshui River.

In addition to being a man, the mountain people of the Baiso tribe are still simple. The turbulent Tianshui River washed away their toughness and barbarism, and these Ricans distributed along the river became as tolerant and forbearance as water.

According to the logic of the stinger, these Baiso people are soft bones. As long as you deter them, these five and three thick mountain people will immediately become as meek as sheep. However, if you can't deter these mountain people, the barbarism deposited in their bones will turn these sheep into wolves.

"Forum, we didn't enter Baisuo until the fishing season. If it were during their famine, these small villages would be wolf nests. After entering without the protection of the brigade of mercenaries, there would not even be a scum left..." The stinger sat on the horse and talked about Baisuo from time to time. At that time, he followed a rich businessman in Li After a few years, I still know a lot about the situation here.

Almost every wooden house inn in Baiso plays the same method. First, they receive them warmly, and then ask for travel expenses at a high price. If there is a dispute, 100% of the store will find local rogue ruffians to scare people. After two inns, the ghosts are familiar with the routines of Baiso people. Generally, he goes up and slaps them directly. Knock people down, and then the store will become obedient.

"What a bunch of bastards who don't clean up!" Every time he left the inn, the ghost looked at the mountain people's shop behind him and sighed that these people were simply taught by a master. It's just that one or two families were like this. Unexpectedly, they had to make the ghost admire the shamelessness of the Baisou people along the way.

Crossing the landmark wooden man of Baiso, everyone soon saw the landmark wooden man representing the Pighis tribe. Unlike the low wooden people of Lek and Baiso, Pighis's landmark is a proud warrior statue!

"Oh, this Pugis wooden man is proudly carved," the snail looked at the bright red wooden sword of the samurai and smiled. This is another good fighting tribe.

"The Pegis claim to be the sons of the mountain, and they are naturally very arrogant," Lyudmila squeezed her lips and smiled and said, "As long as you don't violate the taboos of the mountains, these Pegis are still very friendly, at least I'm doing well in their territory..."

"Are you not a Pugies?" Agui looked at Lydmila and asked. He had always thought that the old man was a Piggis, but he didn't expect that he just said that you lived in Pighis' territory.

"Haha, when did I say I was from Pugies?" Lyudmila pointed to her slightly eagle hooked nose and deep eyes and said, "I am a real native of the Nalan Desert. If it hadn't been for the pagans of Light to drive away our small sects, I would still be a chief in the Nalan Desert."

"Nalan Desert? Isn't that Delis's boundary?" The eagle frowned and asked, "The Delis are still religious. Why didn't their Red and Yellow Religion come to Big Stone City, and you are hiding in the desert? Can this also be found by the Light God Religion?

Lyudmila sighed and said, "You don't know the strength of the Light God Religion in those years. At the beginning, they had four legions in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and each of which was full of 20,000 knights. This is not counting those reserve knights and servants. At that time, there were four cardinal bishops under the Pope of Light, thousands of scepter sacrifices, and more than 10,000 battles. There are many brown-clothed sacrifices and sackcloth sacrifices responsible for preaching. These believers come from different races in various parts of the mainland, so not to mention the indigenous people in the Nalan Desert, even the rare peoples living in the permafrost wilderness also have believers of the God of Light!"

"Later, during the religious war, various small sects united and could not suppress the Light God Religion, which was enough to see how powerful the Light God Religion was at that time. For example, the days when the Red Religion was founded were not much shorter than the Light God Religion, and it was also the state religion of Delis. There were royal believers who maintained it, so they were naturally not afraid of light. God Religion, and our small sects without a backer or shallow roots are not so lucky. In the end, we can only be suppressed by the Light God Religion to live in the poor Great Stone City. Lyudmila looked up at the white mountain peaks that could be faintly seen in the distance and said, "When you arrive at the Great Stone City, you can see that there is almost a hodgepodge of all races in the mainland, and the sects in the city are even more complex. Some even a few believers are the inheritance of a sect..."

"It's not as good as before that the Light God was hit by the imperial power once, but you have also seen those knights who chased us in flesh and blood. They are the light knights of a legion of the Light God Religion. Unexpectedly, nearly a thousand years later, our small sect is still struggling, and the Light God Religion actually cultivated it again. Their own armed forces!" Lyudmila snorted coldly and said, "I hate that we small sects have neither money nor territory, and now we just want to develop believers to sneak around."

"The mainland is full of white sacrifices that can be treated. Why don't you sects do the same?" Agui pulled his horse's head curiously and walked side by side with Lyudmila.

"As long as their Light Gods are baptized and blessed by bishops or scepters, they can mobilize simple healing spells. How can our sects be so easy? We need years of meditation to accumulate mana, otherwise we can't even send a small spell!" Lyudmila patted the horse and continued, "Have you all seen the sacrifice of light and collect money? They are all donated to the Light God Religion for development. They act as ears, eyes and spies for the Light God Religion, and develop believers everywhere. I heard that many weak subordinate countries have now become believers of the Light God Religion..."

Before Lyudmila's words were finished, everyone stopped at the same time. The scene in front of them shocked the travelers who had been trekking in sparsely populated areas. No one could have imagined that they just turned around a mountain bag. Why did so many people suddenly appear in front of them?

The ghost glanced with his eyes. Most of the people gathered here were young and middle-aged, and some even led a few groups of thin northern horses.

I have seen Delis's strong grassland war horses and the tall horses in the interior. Even the white horse they are riding now knows at a glance that this may be a famous horse treasured by a small country. The northern horse gave the ghost another style, with thick thighs and thick mane. From afar, the northern horse looks more like a long-necked yak.

"Is this going to war?" The snail was stunned for a long time and turned back to ask Lyudmila.

"It doesn't look like momentum!" The ghost muttered in his heart. Although some of these mountain people hold sticks, they are not even an excellent hunter. Besides, if you want to go out to fight, you should be excited in the first. However, these people in the mountain pass bowed their heads one by one. Even the ghosts suddenly appeared, which only caused a few people to look up. Look, people are not interested in coming up to inquire.

"Ha ha, no, they are living slimmen," Lyudmila looked at these listless mountain people and shook her head and said, "They are all poor Pugies who make a living by helping to pull fibers."

"Purple? What fiber are you pulling?" The snail looked back and saw that the Tianshui River was not far away, and there was no boat on it.

"The Piggis deliver ore from the Tianshui River to the downstream. It's quite fast, but it's troublesome to come back against the current. They can also use the wind to push it in places where the current is slow. But here, if you want to go upstream, you must use these mountain people and horses to pull ships, and these people are Waiting for the hard work of pulling the slim.