Chapter 864 Section 95 Blessing

Chapter 864 Section 95. Blessing

A pair of rough hands carrying heavy grain bags came out from the depths of the barn and placed them on the cart.

"Okay, push it away!"

The grain transport officer drove the convoy to set off quickly and gathered in a long queue outside the barn.

The priest, like an ascetic monk, stood on the roadside, waving a note stained with morning dew, blessing the grain cart passing by the street: "The goddess of luck will bless you with a smooth journey..."

The gods are in turmoil, and these priests are the worst. Losing contact with God and losing God's power, the high priests were demoted to the mortal world.

At the beginning of the turbulent year, people still respected the priests, but three years have passed... The children born at that time have begun to run around on the streets, and they have never received God's grace...

The old order collapsed, countless religious countries set off turmoil, launched holy wars, and countless believers left and embarked on the asceticism of finding God's traces.

Some water dew sprinkled on the grain bags, and the stains gradually disappeared.

The convoy followed the long dragon and slowly crowded for a while, then turned into a road patrolled by guards.

Their destination was the newly established defense line in the north, a road that was destined to be unsafe.

After leaving the valley city, the surrounding scenery turned into endless wheat fields. A team of soldiers followed and said that there were orcs in the north recently, and they would escort the convoy to the north.

As they drove out of the Lesio Valley, the surrounding environment quickly became desolate. The roadside changed from a wide plain to a mountain forest 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, the yellowed grass and trees swayed in the cold wind.

Suddenly, a deafening roar broke the silence of the road.

A group of hideous and ugly orcs rushed out of the woods with a roar, waving stone axes and bones, and rushed towards the convoy savagely without saying anything.

"Orcs are coming! Line up!"

The guards quickly raised their shields to block the first wave of orcs' attacks, and the long swords thrust out from the gaps in the shields easily pierced the orcs' bodies without armor.

However, the pain and hunger made the orcs even crazier. They hugged the guards as if they were going to die together, and let the tribesmen behind them break through the human defense line.

The panicked drivers were not stupid. They knew there was no way to escape, so they picked up tools to hold them up. The drivers also waved their whips in fear, trying to disperse these ferocious orcs.

In the fierce fight, the blood of humans and orcs splashed everywhere, some of which splashed on the grain bags, dyeing them crimson.

"In the name of the king, charge!"

At this moment, the earth began to tremble, and a team of cavalry came from the front with rising smoke and dust.

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 drivers cheered, and they almost thought they were going to die.

The guards and the cavalrymen who came to the scene exchanged identities. The cavalry captain said, "It's raining heavily ahead. A mountain torrent has blocked the main road. You need to go back to prepare or take a detour through the small path."

The guard captain said, "No, Lord Marcus urgently needs this batch of food, but can you help bring the injured brothers back to Gucheng?"

"Leave it to us." The cavalry captain turned around and said, "Let two horses come out!"

The wounded were handed over to the cavalry, and the team simply buried the bodies of the dead soldiers and drivers and continued to move forward.

"Damn, the food is dirty."

"It's okay, it's just stained with some orc blood, the front line shouldn't care."

They went around to the small path, and the sky gradually darkened as they approached the rainstorm that the cavalry said.

The drivers covered the grain carts with the prepared fast cloth, and not long after, a cold wind with abundant moisture came towards them.

The rain went from light rain to heavy rain much faster than expected, and the heavy rain poured down, hitting everyone and the grain carts. The road surface quickly became slippery and muddy due to the scouring of rain. The driver frantically held the carriage and tried to drive the horses that had become frantic due to the heavy rain.

After a hard struggle, they finally drove out of the most severe area of ​​the rainstorm. However, new troubles followed:

The turbulent stream due to heavy rainfall carried a lot of mud and sand and could not be passed. The captain of the guard looked around, but there were dense forests and steep mountains around, and there were no other paths.

Either go back to the main road and try your luck, or repair on the spot and cross the river when the river becomes mild again.

They camped by the river and rested temporarily for one night. The next morning, the captain of the guard walked into the clear and much milder stream and confirmed that the water depth was just above the knees, which was worth taking some risks.

The guards stood upstream holding hands to resist the impact of the water flow, allowing the driver holding the reins to lead the grain cart into the icy stream.

They were lucky. Except for a grain cart whose wheels were stuck by rocks at the bottom of the river, they successfully passed this dangerous journey and returned to the main road along the trail.

After bypassing the area blocked by mountain torrents, the road ahead was also not easy to walk on. There were huge rocks and deep pits everywhere. The grain cart kept bumping, as if it would fall apart at any time, and it was even almost buried by a piece of rolling rocks.

The grain cart that was stuck in the stream was stuck on the road again this time. The guards pushed the cart desperately and barely pushed it out. The rocks rolled down behind them.

"Why are you here again!"

"The wheel is damaged, we have to repair it!"

"Hurry up!"

They first passed this dangerous journey, and then the repairs took half a day. They resumed their progress and met workers recruited from nearby towns to repair the road on the way.

On the third day of their departure, they finally saw a cut-down forest and a camp on the plain.

The people who had been trudging for a long time with their nerves tense 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 driver narrowed his eyes and missed the old days. At that time, he could go to the church to get some relief money and relief food when he had nothing to do... Now, who cares about them.

They drove into the camp, and an officer came over, uncovered the fast cloth, and cut the sack with a long sword.

The plump but slightly damp wheat grains spilled out of the bag. The officer grabbed a handful and said in surprise: "It's not old grain, great! Soldier, what's your name?"

"Weinconxing, sir!"

"Well done."

The officer waved his hand and asked the soldiers behind him to send the food to the kitchen.

After being processed and cooked by the chef, these fresh wheat grains became fragrant and soft bread, which was placed on the table to fill the stomachs of the soldiers.

On a quiet night, when the soldiers were feasting, outside the camp, grain carts from the Lesio Valley were gathering like a long dragon...