Chapter 615: The Virgin of Ice and Snow as a Vampire
"You, who are you?"
The thin girl huddled in the corner. The two clenched palms gathered in front of her chest made it clear that she was very nervous.
Anyone who hears the city defense alarm ringing and a group of unknown armored monsters appear in the city will become very nervous.
"Don't be afraid, little sister, we are good people." Dettlaff showed a smile, trying to make the little girl relax with his melancholy and handsome aura.
But the obsidian sword in his hand, which looked vaguely red, made the words unconvincing.
The little girl continued to shrink towards the corner, her thin figure seemed to be integrated with the cold wall. Hilbert mocked mercilessly, "You are still that stupid. You think you can catch ladies by becoming an officer. You will spend the rest of your life." Live a good life."
Hilbert showed a hint of ferocity and was about to quickly obtain information in the same way as when interrogating vampires, but was immediately stopped by the general.
Raskol's face was expressionless, as if he was just asking a procedural question, "Why are you here? This was originally a stable in the military camp, not a residence for you people." Yes, the action team accidentally arrived at a place
. The owner of this house does not seem to know that there is a very deep basement under the house, and the distance from the floor is less than half a meter.
The little girl closed her eyes in fear, groped around her body with her hands, took out a wooden figure from her clothes, and kept chanting,
"With the protection of the Virgin Mary of Ice and Snow, the light will eventually dissipate, and you are the only one who can survive in the darkness." To protect believers, all things will eventually be destroyed, and only believers can escape..."
The general took the little girl's hand and stared closely at the wooden statue.
Yes, this was Katrin, the young and beautiful princess he had seen during Alex's cruise. The crown made of ice and snow was very eye-catching, just like a glacier that never melted.
"What did you call her, Our Lady of Ice and Snow?!"
The little girl opened a slit in her eyes, quite afraid of the fierce man in front of her, but she became extremely pious when describing the believers,
"She was born from the ice and snow, carrying this world The burden of the cold earth, driving away winter with mercy so that believers can cultivate, bringing cold with anger to drive away the enemies of believers." "Damn it."
Raskol cursed in a low voice, this is just a fucking mess, there is nothing This situation was illustrated by a surrendered soldier.
He immediately had two speculations. The first was that the mortal auxiliary army led by Plokin was the abandoned son of Catlin. She knew that the will of these people could not be completely convinced, so she deliberately chose to isolate them and let them die on the battlefield, leaving Keith The residents of Rif City became controlled lambs.
The second is that the soldiers who surrendered were all fanatical believers, and even after many interrogations, they did not notice anything strange.
And Prokin's last instructions before his death were also a scam, telling him to focus on Mazov, thinking that after the reinforcements arrived, the general problem had been solved, and there was no need to pay too much attention to the news in Kislev City.
Then, who was responsible for finding hidden caves in advance and entering the city from the rear left as originally planned, was the person responsible for the response also a traitor?
No matter what the real situation was, he felt that he had been tricked. What he wanted to save were the children of the motherland, not a group of vampire believers.
As Raskol felt angry at the speculation, a hand slapped him on the shoulder.
"Don't always think so much. The cause of the matter may not be complicated."
Mazov squeezed through the crowd, took the wooden statue, observed it for a while and said, "Little girl, when did you come to Kislev City?" ."
This time, the little girl was actually not afraid, her expression and tone became extremely calm, as if the one-eyed man in front of her was her most beloved father.
"I can't remember it clearly. I just remember that it snowed a lot that year. My father took me from home to this area and sent a long queue to get in." Was it the Great Jihad? Then this child might be a refugee
.
Raskol just wanted to use the last moment to figure everything out, especially about the spread of the Snow Madonna in Kislev City, but was stopped by Mazov.
"She is still a child and doesn't understand anything."
"At our age, we are already competing with the barbarians in the north for survival resources." Despite what he said, Raskol still chose to let Mazov continue.
The villain rubbed the little girl's head and asked with a gentle expression, "How do you people living in the city live? Do you have a chance to eat enough?" When
talking about this, the little girl immediately squinted her eyes, forming two beautiful lines. The crescent moon said, "Our Lady arranged for us to be together. As long as we pray with the priest every day, we can have enough to eat. It's much better than living in the country before. We don't have to do anything, hehe." "Where is your father?" Mazolf glanced at it
. The little girl's body is thin and her frame looks normal. She was indeed well-nourished during her growth period, but her skin is pale and weak, and her exposed feet are obviously swollen, which is typical of regular blood draws.
"He went to work and was usually only at home during the day."
For the sake of the little girl's safety, Mazov knocked her out gently and placed her on the thick bed with one hand.
He turned around and said with a heavy face, "The refugees of the Great Jihad, Katrin deliberately kept them in captivity, not only as food, but also as a tool for brainwashing. The soldiers who surrendered to us said that there were many refugees to maintain secret military facilities. Due to the lack of relevant population statistics, we did not pay attention to this matter and only regarded it as food raised by Catlin." "This is just the best
inference." Lasko I crossed my chest and gritted my teeth to retort, obviously unable to accept this reality.
Hilbot, who couldn't understand the situation, scratched his head and was a little confused about this matter. "Let's not mention whether the surrendering soldiers knew about it. Where did Katrin get the money to support so many refugees? According to our statistics, the
great At least nearly 500,000 people lost their homes during the jihad. Counting those who were lost along the way, at least 250,000 people entered Kislev."
Mazov picked up a silver coin from the wooden table, held it between his thumb and Spinning between his index fingers, he said with great interest, "At least ten of the hundred gold leaf coins you earned from the mercenary army went to Katrin's pocket. Add in the tax that Erengrad needs to pay every year. Do you think that to support a person?" How much does it cost to batch live pigs?"
Hilbert cursed in a low voice, "Damn it, I know damn well that my money is always missing so much for no reason. It's either taken away by those disgusting businessmen or it's dirty. Politicians, in the end, were left with nothing but debts and were sold into the fields as slaves."
After a few ogres made a big hole in the floor, Raskol took one last look at the little girl sleeping peacefully on the bed, and turned around Walk towards the wooden door.
"Let's go, no matter what the consequences of this matter will be, we need to deal with it, but before that, think about how to survive."
(End of Chapter)