Chapter 864 95. Blessing
A pair of rough hands came out from the depths of the barn carrying a heavy bag of grain and placed it on the cart.
"Okay, let's push it away!"
The grain transport officer drove the convoy to set off quickly and gathered in the long queue outside the barn.
The priest, who looked like an ascetic monk, stood on the roadside, waving a note stained with morning dew, and blessing the grain trucks passing by: "The goddess of luck will wish you a smooth trip..."< br>
The gods are in turmoil, and these priests are the worst. Having lost the connection with God and the power of God, the aloof priest was demoted to the mortal world.
In the beginning of the Year of Turbulence, people still respected the priests, but three years have passed... the children born at that time have begun to run around in the streets, and they have never been blessed by God. Grace...
The old order collapsed. Countless religious countries stirred up turmoil and launched holy wars. Countless believers ran away and embarked on the penance to find traces of God.
Some water dew sprinkled on the grain bags, and the stains gradually disappeared.
The convoy followed the long queue and crowded slowly for a while, then turned into a road patrolled by guards.
The destination of their trip was the newly established defense line in the north, a road destined to be less safe.
Driving out of Gucheng, the surrounding scenery turns into endless wheat fields. A group of soldiers followed and said that there were orcs in the north recently, and they would escort the convoy to the north.
As we drive out of the Lesaud Valley, the surrounding environment quickly becomes desolate. Both sides of the road changed from broad plains to mountain forests that blocked the view.
The convoy bumped forward on the rugged road, and every contact between the wheels and the ground made a dull sound. On both sides of the road, yellowing vegetation swayed in the cold wind.
Suddenly, a deafening roar broke through the silence of the road.
A group of ferocious and ugly orcs roared out from the forest, brandishing stone axes and bones, and savagely attacked the convoy without saying a word.
"The orcs are coming! Form up!"
The guards quickly raised their shields to block the first wave of the orcs' impact. The long sword thrust out from the gap between the shields easily penetrated the unarmored orcs. Body.
However, the pain and hunger made the orcs even more crazy. They hugged the guards as if they were dying together, and let the tribesmen behind them break down the human defense line.
The panicked coachmen were not stupid. Knowing that there was no way to escape, they picked up their tools to resist. The coachman also waved his whip in panic, trying to drive away these ferocious orcs.
During the fierce fighting, the blood of humans and orcs was splashed everywhere, and some of it splashed on the grain bags, dyeing them deep red.
"In the name of the king, charge!"
At this moment, the earth began to tremble, and a group of cavalry came from the front with rising smoke.
The reinforcements made the orcs, who were almost fighting to the death, give up their madness, abandon the bodies of their tribesmen, and retreat into the forest.
“We are saved!”
The surviving coachmen cheered, and they almost thought they were going to die.
The guards and the cavalry who arrived confirmed their identities, and the cavalry captain said: "It's raining heavily ahead, and a flash flood has blocked the road. You need to go back to prepare, or take a detour through the trail."
< br>The guard captain said: "No, Lord Marcus is in urgent need of this batch of food, but can you help bring the injured brother back to Valley City?"
"Leave it to us." The cavalry captain turned back and said , "Let the two horses come out!"
Handing the wounded soldiers to the cavalry, the team simply buried the bodies of the dead soldiers and coachmen and continued to move forward.
"Damn, the food is stained."
"It's okay, it's just stained with some orc blood. The front line shouldn't care." They walked around the trail, and the sky gradually became gloomier as they approached the heavy rain group the cavalry said. .
The drivers covered the grain cart with the prepared fast cloth. Not long after, a cold wind with plenty of moisture came towards them.
The rain turned from light rain to heavy rain much faster than expected. The heavy rain poured down, hitting everyone and the grain truck. The road quickly became slippery and muddy from the rain. The coachman hurriedly held the carriage while trying to drive away the horses that had become frantic due to the heavy rain.
After a hard struggle, they finally drove out of the worst part of the rainstorm. However, new troubles followed one after another:
The rushing streams caused by heavy rainfall carried a large amount of sediment, making it impossible to pass. The guard captain looked around, but he was surrounded by dense forests and steep mountains, and there were no other paths.
Either go back to the main road to try your luck, or repair it on the spot and wait for the river to calm down before crossing the river again.
They camped by the river and took a temporary rest for the night. The next morning, the captain of the guard walked into the clearer, gentler stream and confirmed that the water was just below his knees and that it was worth the risk.
The guards stood upstream holding hands, resisting the impact of the water flow, and let the driver holding the reins lead the grain cart into the cold and biting stream.
They were lucky. Except for a grain truck that was delayed for some time because its wheels were stuck on rocks at the bottom of the river, they successfully drove through this dangerous journey and returned to the main road along the trail.
After bypassing the area blocked by flash floods, the road ahead is also not easy to walk. There are huge rocks and deep pits. The grain truck is constantly bumping, as if it will fall apart at any time, and it is even almost buried by a rolling rock. ——
The grain cart that had been stuck in the stream was stuck on the road again this time. The guards pushed the cart with all their strength and narrowly pushed the grain cart out. The rocks were clinging to their backs. Roll down.
“Why is it you again!”
“The wheel is damaged, we need to repair it!”
"Hurry up!"
They first drove through this dangerous journey, and then the repairs were delayed for half a day. They resumed their progress, and on the way they met workers recruited from nearby towns to repair the roads.
On the third day of departure, they finally saw a forest that had been cut down and a camp stationed on the plain.
Everyone who had been nervously trekking for a long time breathed a sigh of relief.
"We succeeded...I almost wanted to go back several times." The driver patted his chest.
"Goddess of luck! I thought this trip would go smoothly..."
"Haha, boys, we have to get used to the days without gods." The oldest coachman narrowed his eyes and missed the old days. time. At that time, he could go to the church to receive some relief funds and relief food... now, who cares about them.
They drove into the camp, and an officer came over, uncovered the fast cloth, and opened the sack with a long sword.
The plump but slightly moist wheat grains spilled out of the bag. The officer grabbed a handful and said in surprise: "It's not old grain, that's great! Soldier, what's your name?"
"Wein Kangxing, sir!"
"Well done."
The commander waved his hand and asked the soldiers behind him to send the food to the kitchen.
After processing and cooking by chefs, these fresh wheat grains are turned into fragrant and soft bread, which is put on the table to fill the stomachs of the soldiers.
On a quiet night, when the soldiers were feasting, outside the camp, grain trucks from the Lesio Valley gathered like a long queue...
(End of this chapter)