I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 231 Chaos (2)

They breached a trading post, and the grain inside was indeed piled up like a mountain, just as Old Jack had said.

However, although there seemed to be a lot of grain, after distributing a bag of grain to each of the two or three hundred people who came with them, the warehouse inside was basically empty and lost its value in continuing to guard it.

Those who followed the player were all satisfied and went home with their food.

But that doesn't matter. The fact that the granaries here are empty doesn't mean that there aren't any elsewhere in Wotradnoy. And while these two or three hundred people are satisfied, there are many more starving people in the city.

When Kanjie and his group set off again, led by Old Jack to their next location, the number of starving people following them not only did not decrease, but doubled, reaching more than five hundred.

And so, with the player leading the way and the NPC starving people cheering and assisting, and incidentally acting as guides, this group of street-crawlers rampaged through Voltradnoy, looting, killing, and stealing food everywhere they went.

Even Connie, who was far away on the western city wall, could see this and was shocked.

Is this the emergence of a fourth force, or has the situation in Wotradnoy spiraled out of control?

In her speculation, she never considered that it was Prince Chris's barbarian guards causing trouble.

With her limited imagination, she couldn't fathom how the player could conjure soldiers from beans in such a short time.

Connie was terrified, as were the three parties still engaged in the melee. They realized that a fourth force had intervened, but they couldn't break free from the battle in the short term... You say, I don't want to fight anymore, I want to run away, are the others willing to let you run?
The player's actions caused a stir in Waterladnoy, and imitators began to appear.

Chaos spread like a plague in Waterladnoy.

When the gang looted the third granary, the other starving people in the city finally realized that their chance had come.

Several ragged young men hid at the alley entrance, watching the players carry the grain away, their eyes gradually shifting from fear to greed.

"If they can steal, why can't we?"

One of them licked his chapped lips and whispered.

"But...those guards..."

"guard?"

The other person sneered.

"With the city in such a state of chaos, who can possibly manage everything?"

Soon, the first imitator team appeared. They didn't have the armor and weapons of the players, only wooden sticks, kitchen knives, and tattered leather armor stripped from corpses.

At first, they only dared to scavenge leftover grain in granaries that had been looted by other players. As time went on, they became bolder and began to imitate the players by attacking protected areas.

At first, these copycats were beaten bloody and terrified by the councilor's men, but they had the advantage of numbers, were more familiar with the terrain, and even had an insider to guide them. Failure once or twice was no big deal, but success once could inspire people.

Dozens of starving poor people rushed into a small grain shop, and the owner and two employees were overwhelmed by the crowd before they could even put up a fight.

News of the success spread like wildfire.

"Grab the grain! Grab the grain!"

More and more starving people joined the riots. From their initial cautiousness, they became increasingly brazen. They no longer limited themselves to food; they began to loot cloth, wine, weapons… and even stormed into abandoned mansions, ransacking them of gold and silver. Bakeries in the West District, banks in the East District, wealthy families in the North, and the church district in the South were all targeted.

The Church of Mother Earth, which launched the holy war, also suffered a backlash tonight. Fanatical believers tried to forcibly take over the city's defenses and attacked anyone indiscriminately. Not only did the local garrison suffer, but even some innocent "gang groups" were killed by the fanatical believers.

Whether they could win or not is another matter, but the fanatics' courage and fearlessness in wielding their swords against all forces and individuals was the root cause of the complete collapse of the order in Waltradnoy.

Without their interference, the garrison could have devoted all its forces to suppressing the enemy. Even if Connie led her men into the city, it wouldn't have caused chaos within the city.

The remaining garrison members in other districts who were not involved in the battle attempted to suppress the mob, but the number of mobs had far exceeded their control. Worse still, under the guidance of some players, the mob began to use the terrain to their advantage.

They set up ambushes, blocked the streets with burning carts, and even poured scalding oil and stones from the rooftops. They were also bullies who preyed on the weak and feared the strong; those they could defeat would charge out to fight, while those they couldn't would run away or hide.

The chaotic situation in the city finally panicked the Republican councilors gathered in the city hall.

Inside the parliament hall, several members of parliament listened to the report with grim faces.

"Dongcheng District is completely out of control! Rioters are storming the tax official's residence..."

"A large-scale arson attack occurred near the South Gate. Although the fire did not spread due to the rain, what will happen when the rain stops, or if they continue to set fires..."

"Our soldiers are surrounded and cut off, requesting reinforcements!"

An elderly, white-haired councilor suddenly slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

"This is not a famine riot! This is an organized rebellion! Someone is pulling the strings behind the scenes!"

He's right, but what can he do?
The Republic's army has been ruined by these clever people. Since yesterday, our beloved Speaker of Parliament has been missing; he's probably already run away.

The intelligent people in the audience exchanged glances, then stood up and left the parliament hall in unison, leaving the white-haired members of parliament dumbfounded on the stage.

At the top of the temple spire of the Church of the Earth Mother, Aranka watched the flames rising and falling in the city. The scepter inlaid with holy symbols was burning hot in his palm. The youngest high priest of the Church of the Earth Mother suddenly cried, and tears streamed silently down his cheeks.

"I was wrong?"

Arlanca muttered to himself.

"I was wrong... How could this holy war have turned out like this!"

Araka didn't understand. He couldn't comprehend how the holy war he launched to protect Watradnoi could turn into harm to the city and escalate into such a massive and uncontrollable chaos.

Araka once wanted to stop, but of the ten priests and messengers he sent out, only two returned, and they brought back bad news... The jihadist army that received the order refused to stop the jihad and disband the jihadist army.

Before the words were finished, a metallic clang echoed from below the spire. Three blood-soaked fanatics burst through the chapel doors, carrying a stretcher upon which lay a woman bound by chains.

"We've captured a blasphemer!"

The lead fanatic's eyes bulged with excitement.

"We've seen her! She's a witch, she knows evil magic!!!"

(End of this chapter)