flstandardbreds Chapter 135 The Natives Revolt
Chapter 135 The Natives Revolt
“It’s really infuriating to do this.”
On the way back to the tribe, the natives became more and more angry. They were clearly doing jobs for the Mitlan people that could cost them their lives at any time, but in return they were paid far less than what they paid and were insulted for no apparent reason.
In the distance, there was also a group of aboriginals passing by, and their clothes were not much different from those aboriginals just now except for the color. However, after the two sides met each other, they immediately started to confront each other within a few seconds. Because each tribe was fighting for the hunting ground, in the forest, except for those from your own tribe, everyone else was an enemy.
After a long standoff, the leader of the group of aboriginals who had just clashed with the timber merchants at the foot of the mountain walked straight past the group of aboriginals who were confronting them, complaining as he walked:
"I can't even get enough food to eat, what's the point of fighting with the internal forces here?"
The indigenous people behind him also followed him and bypassed the group of indigenous people, leaving them confused. They had to confront each other when they came here before, so why did they just leave now?
After returning to the tribe and seeing the families who came to greet them, the indigenous people felt warm but helpless. They knew that working so hard could not change their lives, which made them feel discouraged. However, life had to go on no matter what. They put down their axes, picked up hoes, and walked into the vegetable garden in their backyards.
Due to the reduction in forest area, the habitats of animals are destroyed, so that it is possible to not catch any prey in a whole day of hunting. In addition, some forest lands have been occupied by those third-level people, and there are even fewer forests that allow these natives to hunt. Therefore, many natives have given up hunting and turned to farming to support their families. After all, this kind of income is stable, and they can also sell the vegetables they grow to make some money.
Looking at the dark fortress in the distance against the backdrop of the setting sun, an aboriginal guarding the entrance of the tribe said indignantly:
"When will these fortresses be flattened?"
The natives nearby quickly advised:
"You're trying to save your life. What if those Midlanders hear you?"
"It seems that the chief hasn't come back yet." Looking at the chief's house with no lights on, an aboriginal said that the chief would have gone home by this time of the year.
However, in a deep mountain, the chief who he said did not return home appeared here. Not only him, but almost all the chiefs of the entire forest were here.
"You have all received the news, right? Recently, the Midlan people above us are also preparing to completely eliminate the culture of the empire." A chief said slowly, triggering a heated discussion among all the chiefs.
"Yes, those alien races made a deal with their false gods, hoping to force us to fully embrace their culture."
"If they wanted to vote, they would have voted long ago. Those who have managed to hold on until now must be people who are committed to the great cause of reviving the empire."
As the chiefs were discussing, an old man with a golden scepter slowly walked up to the stage and waved to everyone for silence.
After everyone was quiet, the old man slowly said:
"Everyone, it has been more than thirty years since the heretic king defeated the archon. The suffering and hardship we have endured in these thirty years cannot be described in words, but the people of the Empire will rise eventually. According to the prophecy, this year will be the time of the revival of the Empire, and the great imperial bloodline will lead us to the final victory!" After saying that, he unveiled the robe under him, and everyone found a child standing there. Except for his cold eyes, he was no different from a child.
"High Priest, forgive me for being blunt, I don't understand your statement that he is the bloodline of the empire, but I have great doubts when you say that he can lead us to victory."
A chief looked at the child and questioned him, because he felt that there was nothing special about the child and that if he was placed among a group of children, no one would probably remember who he was.
Just as he finished speaking, an arrow hit the stone wall beside him, cracking the thick stone wall and immediately calming him down.
"The chief might as well take down the arrow and have a look." said the high priest at this time.
The chief did as he was told despite his fear. Fortunately, the arrow was not inserted too deeply into the stone wall, otherwise he would not be able to pull it out with his strength. After some effort, the chief pulled the arrow out. However, to his shock, the arrow did not have a metal arrowhead, but instead a wooden spike with a sharp tip.
"This is impossible!" the chiefs exclaimed. Even if they stayed in the forest longer, they would know that weapons made of wood could never reach this level.
"This is the weapon bestowed by the Son of God on the empire. Once any wooden weapon is touched by the Son of God, the fragile wood will have the hardness and sharpness of metal weapons!" the high priest shouted. His words caused the chiefs to start to associate that if all the tribesmen were equipped with such weapons, wouldn't the Midlan army be slaughtered like lambs?
Thinking of what the Midlanders have done over the years, a chief immediately shouted:
"I acknowledge that the Son of God is the legitimate successor of the empire. Please lead us to revive the empire and drive out the Mitlan people!"
As the first chief recognized the Son of God, more chiefs soon acknowledged the Son of God's legitimate successor to the empire. Just as everyone was shouting, the high priest thought the time had come and immediately shouted:
"Everyone, I know you want to restore the Empire, but we still need some time to prepare. I will give you a week to make more wooden weapons and send them here. After a week, we will launch an expedition according to the Empire's tradition. By then, Midland, Yoda and even the entire continent will become the Empire's territory!"
Northern Forest, Watts Territory
Count Waze stood on the city wall and looked at the dense forest in the distance. In the past, he thought that this forest was the fortune tree of Lord Waze and his family, but now, looking at the dark and endless forest in the distance, Count Waze felt more like a beast ready to devour others.
About a week ago, Count Vaze discovered during his patrol that the number of indigenous people in the town had decreased significantly. Just as he was curious about what these indigenous people were doing, a letter for help was brought back to the castle by a carrier pigeon. The writer of the letter was an officer from a nearby fortress of one of the tribes. In the letter, he urgently informed the Count that an armed group of indigenous people was attacking the fortress and requested reinforcements.
The Earl immediately went to the leaders of the naturalized aborigines in anger and asked them what they were doing. However, he was told that these people did not know why their fellow countrymen living in the forest wanted to rebel. The Earl had no choice but to order these third-rate people to organize an army and rush to the forest under the leadership of the Midland nobles, but judging from the current situation, they would probably not be able to come back.
"These barbarians, the previous king conquered them just a few decades ago, and they jumped out to rebel again. Barbarians are indeed barbarians!" The count walked back and forth cursing the natives.
"Sir, should we report this matter to His Majesty the King?" suggested a subordinate at the side. In his opinion, as long as the king arrived with his army, the Midland people could beat the natives to a pulp just like they did thirty years ago.
"Are you stupid? You need to ask His Majesty the King for help to fight a native." However, Count Waze scolded his men. Not only him, but all the nobles in the entire Midland Kingdom believed that these people had no fighting power against the natives in the forest. If Count Waze really dared to ask His Majesty the King for help today, he would be ridiculed by all the Midland nobles tomorrow and become the Midland version of Adam.
"Notify those mercenaries, pay them enough, and let them go explore the way!" Count Waze ordered, looking at the forest in the distance. However, the seeds of uneasiness had already been buried in the hearts of himself and other people in Waze, and would soon sprout.