บท 4384: The power of the immortal God (1)

They didn't have to wait too long before the villagers gathered and filled the empty space in front of the gate.

There were men and women, young and old. Their faces were filled with worry, but their eyes were filled with anticipation.

The villagers had been worried all this time, afraid that they would be robbed by the bandits.

They wanted to escape, but they couldn't give up their thatched cottages and fields. Although they weren't worth much, they were the accumulation of the villagers 'hard work in their lives.

Not to mention that in other places, an official travel Pass was required, and if one couldn't produce it, they would be sent to prison.

They were either sent to the mines or to the border, often never returning.

For the villagers, they could still get a mouthful of porridge if they stayed at home, but it was difficult for them to go out.