He didn't realize that his voice was tinged with a sob, only tightly gripping the weak and powerless hand of the Barbarian youth.
When the Barbarian youth looked up, he saw the old village chief hanging from the entrance of the tribe.
This diligent old village chief, unable to bear the guilt of his village being trampled, had hung himself with a hemp rope at the entrance.
On his body was a piece of paper with a few bloody and indistinct large characters: "Church, you bastards."
The overwhelming resentment emanating from it truly sent shivers down the spine.
The Barbarian youth quietly watched that "useless village chief" hanging at the entrance, suddenly letting out a heavy sigh.
"There's no need to look anymore, you're still young..." muttered the Barbarian youth who had cried like a tabby cat.
With a slightly foolish expression on his face, he still earnestly tried to comfort the Barbarian youth he had saved from the sea of fire.
