The village of Noshask is a very typical village in Northeastern Rus. Such villages are everywhere in the land of Northeastern Rus.
However, it is still a little special, that is, this village is very large, with a total population of nearly a thousand, which can be said to be one of the largest villages.
Such villages are often very closed. Villagers can make most of their daily necessities themselves, and the blacksmith in the village can also make some necessary iron products.
From the perspective of most people in the village, their village and the wilderness surrounding the village are everything in the world. They live here, live here and die here, and this world is everything.
Every once in a while, outsiders come here, mostly a combination of performers and merchants. The entertainers bring joy to the village, while the merchants bring goods and news from far away.
Occasionally they would take away some young people who wanted to go out for adventure, and some would come back with wealth and a lot of stories, and for a time they became the core focus of the village.
Some people never return, and those who return may bring their stories with them, and either settle somewhere or die, but most of them are never heard from again.
Everyone is very open-minded about this. Since you have chosen the far side, you deserve whatever outcome you have.
There are also some visitors who are wandering warlocks. These priests of the ancient gods are also doctors, using herbs to treat people. Their arrival is a good thing for the village. These healers will use their medical skills to give people
People help.
Generally speaking, this village is still very peaceful. Most people have lived here all their lives, and tranquility has become the theme song of this place.
But now, everything begins to change.
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"Take this medicine and take it three times a day. If you stick to it, the disease will disappear."
"Hiss, this wound is getting worse. Fortunately, we are here. I still have some medicine made by Master, which is enough for treatment."
"It's dark and the congestion is a bit serious. I have tools here to deal with it next."
There were crowds of people under the huge oak tree in the village. Several people wearing furs and wearing the emblem of Veles were busy treating various illnesses of the villagers. Fortunately, although there were many people coming,
All are within the scope of solution of these believers.
The children were running around happily. For them, the scene of many people's activities is the time of activity. This is not a sight they see every day.
After the treatment was completed, people did not disperse, but started chatting about daily life, after all, there were so many people gathered together.
Some villagers also brought out the gifts they had prepared, which were mainly various foods and some handicrafts, and the believers also accepted them. Their activities in the wilderness depended on the gifts and support from various villages.
Then people chatted with these men in black robes, and these Veles believers responded enthusiastically. From their expressions, it could be seen that these people were already old friends.
On the other side, the leaders of these Veles believers walked to the small slope next to the village at some point, and here, the village chief of the village community was sitting here looking into the distance.
It was a walled city being built on a hillside. The Prince of Moscow's Saint George Slaying the Dragon and Rurik's Trident were fluttering in the wind. The construction site was full of workers in rough clothes, all of whom were recruited from nearby villages.
, and the soldiers nearby were supervising.
"Village Chief, I haven't seen you for a while. It seems you are looking good."
Lev greeted the village chief cordially, and the village chief sighed realistically and looked at the warlock.
"You're pretty good too, Lev. It doesn't look like your body has aged at all. After so many years, many young people can't compare to you."
The middle-aged village chief looked at the old man in front of him. When he was young, this man often brought his apprentices to visit the village, and he still comes to visit now. The people in the village treat this man and his apprentices very well.
Kindness, after all, who doesn’t like someone who saves lives?
And Lev also noticed the frowning face of the village chief. He looked at the walled city under construction in the distance. It was really too fast. He didn't expect that the prince of Moscow would extend his tentacles to the countryside so quickly.
"The prince's fortress, when it is completed, the entire surrounding area will have to prostrate under Rurik's authority."
Lev looked at the walled city and said subconsciously. At the same time, he was also very frustrated. He had been running for a year to unite people, but the biggest result was just dozens of followers. The prince of Moscow had already built a walled city in the countryside.
Strengthen control.
"The prince's thugs have arrived. Our village was ordered to provide food and young men last month. Facing the soldiers with orders and swords, it is difficult for us to resist. In other words, we all think that resisting is not worth it.
"
The village chief's words made the expression on Lev's face very subtle. He originally thought that the village chief would give some other reasons to change the subject, but now he directly stated the reason.
"Have you ever thought that after the fortress is completed, more oppression will come."
"I know, but it's a pity that although I am a villager, I can't make the decision in the affairs of the village. For such a major matter, a general meeting must be held to vote, and the result..."
The village chief only said half of what he said, and Lev also knew what the other half was.
Lev knew what the village chief meant. As long as the prince did not force him too hard, most of the villagers would not have the courage to resist. And in places where the walled city had not yet been established, the people there had no concern for it.
Many Merian tribesmen expressed their willingness to go to war, but they also made it clear that that would only happen if the Russians joined, and they would not fight alone as a wedding dress.
Lev's plan to unite the rural areas was difficult to implement. Each locality was doing its own thing. There was no unified command and dispatch, and it was impossible to unify opinions. They were still entangled in past grievances, and he was unwilling to consolidate forces and use force to unify.
Only when the oppression of the princes comes like a mountain, will these people unite.
The old warlock really felt desperate. Under the current situation, it was absolutely impossible for people to initiate active resistance, and the power of the prince was wasting time eroding the land.
When the people realize that everything is extremely bad and start to resist, they will find that the tentacles of some prince have spread all over their limbs.
Lev couldn't help but hear the loud words at this time. It was those words that made him so vigilant, but if he wanted to resist, it was really...
"By the way, I heard some news recently."
The village chief remembered something.
"Recently, the Prince of Moscow passed by our neighborhood. Haven't you always wanted to see that young man? You can go and have a look."
"Is Rostislav nearby?"
Chewing these words, Lev's eyes became more and more unkind. Let him go and see the prince in Moscow and see if there is any chance...
And if there is no chance, then he can only face some things...