"This is the land of the Thousand River Valley people, yet here we wander in our own homes!"
Horn stood at the edge of the wooden platform, reaching out to them, and roared with a desolate fury:
"Believers, we have nothing left... nothing left!
Our dignity is gone, our future is gone, our freedom is gone, even our next generation is gone, we have nothing left.
The only thing we have left is the head on our shoulders! Will you just accept it? Forget everything and keep living?"
With Horn's unending shouts, the look in the displaced people's eyes shifted from sadness to anger; they panted heavily, staring at Buerwelf's corpse on the platform.
First, someone threw a stone at Buerwelf's body, followed by countless displaced people charging at the platform.
At this time, the Imperial Guard was uncontrollable, the displaced pushed aside the front row of guards and surged onto the wooden platform.
