It's not the protagonist, what does it matter if you are trapped in the Shura field

Chapter 50 Backlash
Lovely smiled slightly.

She didn't care about Luo Wei's immediate refusal. Rather, she deliberately changed the subject because she was a little upset by the situation.

As long as that girl is still the priest of the Church of Prayer, she doesn't have to worry about being useless in the next battle.

"What's your take on the situation?"

According to the current progress, it is logical to keep this wave of beasts under control, but she is very curious about how Luo Wei, who has secretly planned so many events, will view the current situation.

Luo Wei looked back at the distant mountains, and didn't mind giving her some reminders:
"Perhaps the situation in the town may be more important than on the battlefield."

Lovely smiled as expected, "Don't worry, I have left enough strength in the city. If they really dare to come, they will be greeted with a well-designed ambush."

ambush.

Luo Wei sighed inwardly.

There is no right or wrong in this war at all. As the leader, she was pushed into a wave that related to the survival of a race.

If he could, he really wished Lovely hadn't been so smart.

Because the harder the oppression, the heavier the backlash.

……

At the same time, White Harbor Town.

"Sword Wind" Cass beheaded an orc warrior and blocked the remaining raiders by the city wall.

"Damn humans..."

The orcs who attacked Baigang Town from the southwest basin had been lurking for dozens of days. When humans were fighting the beast tide on the frontal battlefield, they rushed into the city and found the caravan carrying the orc slaves without fail.

However, just as they rescued their tortured companions in the dungeon, they were unexpectedly ambushed.

"Give up your resistance. What awaits you is a long prison sentence." Cass pointed the sword at the other party with one hand. "There is no need to shed blood."

"It's pointless?" The werewolf boy who protected his tribe with his body smiled sarcastically, "Do you really know what they did to us!"

Some of the orcs huddled by the wall were blind, some had mutilated hands and feet, and some of the beast features were cut off abruptly. They were afraid of light for a long time without seeing the sun, and they curled up together and dared not look directly at the surrounding Blocked knights.

Of course Cass saw it.

These are all human handwriting.

"That's why I said, there is no need to continue to resist, for the sake of your people, let's put down your weapons!"

Beastmen don't enjoy human rights, and Cass can't promise them anything more than arresting them.

chug.

Several crossbow bolts were shot from behind, and the werewolf boy and his partner fell down.

Cass turned around in astonishment, but saw the cavalry captain covering his left eye and walking up viciously.

"Damn it! These bloody beasts!"

He drew out his sword and slashed at the dying werewolf boy without hesitation, and at the same time ordered his men to continue winding.

"and many more……"

Cass' words failed to outpace the crossbow arrows, and the knights behind them pressed their triggers one after another. The orcs who were huddled together were immediately pierced by the crossbow arrows, hugged each other, and pools of blood spilled from their bodies.

"There must be their accomplices in the dungeon, follow me! I must kill them all today!"

Cass' sword that blocked the arrows was slowly lowered.

As enemies on the battlefield, the consideration of his position made him hesitate for a moment.

Even if they were rescued here and had a dispute with the knights, the situation of these orcs would not change in any way. What awaited them was still the fate of being enslaved, and it even became worse after escaping once.

After looking at the pile of corpses that were still curled up together, there was a faint voice:

"Help us, Athetana..."

Similar situations are happening across town.

All the attacks of the orcs were counted, and bloody orcs could be seen staggering past on the silent street from time to time.

"Help me...help me...I was kidnapped from another place...the things here have nothing to do with me..."

"Mom, where is mom..."

"Ow..."

What greeted them was the stones thrown by the residents, which hit their legs and foreheads, causing them who were already dying to fall to the ground, crawling out of bloodstains all over the ground.

No one reached out.

Because everyone knows that the princess is fighting the orcs on the plain.

……

The frontal battlefield has gradually entered the cleaning stage.

Human beings seem to have proved that the wave of beasts composed of created creatures cannot shake the defensive line of magical warships at all.

Except for Saya, the morale of the people below is extremely high. With this victory, it is not difficult to continue to fight the beast horde.

Luo Wei asked Lovely for leave, and found Vermeer in the temporary tent.

"Rowei, did you see it? The priests are willing to let me come to the Lord's Prayer Ceremony. I really didn't expect such an opportunity!"

This guy is also very hyper, and when I see him, I can't help but want to prove my performance.

"I see," Luo Wei said lightly, "so you are probably being targeted by the demon god."

"??"

"It's a matter of course, how can the other party be indifferent to such powerful magic, don't you think so?"

Vermier opened her mouth wide.

This……

How could she have never imagined that being too good would also bring burdens?
"……Then what should I do?"

Luo Wei shook his head and smiled.

In fact, it wasn't that serious, and the other party wouldn't change their strategy because of a jointly cast ritual magic, but if it continued like this, it would be hard to say.

So it is necessary for him to let Vermier see the truth.

"Come with me to the city and you will understand."

Taking Vermier to crush the teleportation crystal, the two arrived at the streets of Baigang Town.

Here, the blood on the ground has not had time to clean up.

"The city has been attacked?" Smelling the strong smell of blood in the air, Vermier opened his eyes wide, "That's..."

Not far away, a knight grabbed the leg of an orc and dragged him to the carriage carrying the corpse like a cargo.

Vermeer subconsciously greeted her.

"Wait, that person is still alive!"

Hearing the words, the knight turned his gaze away and saw Vermeer wearing the priest's uniform and staring at the orc he was dragging, so he nodded, quickly drew out his long sword and stabbed down.

The orc was completely still.

"Thank you."

The knight replied.

Vermeer: ​​"!?"

She turned around and looked at Luo Wei who was slowly catching up.

"I didn't mean that, but he..."

"I know." Luo Wei nodded, "For the orcs, this has been the status quo for hundreds of years. Do you think they will let it go?"

Let it go?

Vermier thought for a moment, and then blinked puzzledly.

"But haven't we resisted their creation monsters? If the beast tide is resisted, what can they do?"

Luo Wei said pointedly: "Of course it is the resurrection of the gods."

Vermier couldn't understand the relationship in a short time. According to the efforts of various parties these days, haven't most of the remains of the gods have been recovered and sealed?

After expressing this doubt, Luo Wei just asked her to look around.

The orcs who were still crawling on the ground gradually became silent under the impact of the stones. The beautiful Winged Man was locked in a cage, and the male Winged Man who was walking with him had his throat cut off with a sword.

"Have you felt their resentment? If you were their god, even if you didn't have a body, would you just ignore this situation?"

Vermeer fell silent.

She had also heard about the mistreatment of the orcs. Merchants could attack their villages without asking why. The male orcs were killed on the spot or conscripted into labor, and the women were sold to the slave market.

But hearing about it and seeing it with your own eyes are two completely different things.

Walking to the corner by the city wall, there are more than a dozen orcs curled up tightly together, with their eyes tightly closed, and they still maintain the appearance at the moment of death.

But maybe because they have seen too much despair, they don't have much fear on their faces, they just bear it with their eyes closed.

Vermeer's eyes sank, and with magical power, she squatted there and prayed for them silently.

The surrounding knights saw her and looked at her with strange eyes.

In the evening, two light-colored moons of different colors slowly revealed their traces.

Subsequently.

A dark green drizzle fell from the sky, as if a god was crying.

(End of this chapter)