Be a lord in the world of Indian mythology

Chapter 100 A Sudden Storm

On the dirt road deep in the dense forest, dust was swirled by the forest breeze as the eagle-man, Sand Eagle, carried Kara away at breakneck speed.

Although years of enslavement had worn down most of his foundation, the brute strength that once allowed him to roam the battlefield and tear through heavy armor with a single move, as well as his battle-hardened instincts, had largely dissipated.

Now all he has left are monotonous and brutal attacks and chokeholds. He can deal with ordinary mortals by relying solely on his physical strength, but he is completely at a disadvantage when he encounters Kara, who has hidden tricks up her sleeve.

However, Kara's goal was precisely to leave this place with the help of the Desert Eagle, which was like a pillow for someone who was sleepy!

So Kara pretended to struggle, but actually fought Desert Eagle with ease for several rounds on the ground.

After fully demonstrating to the witnesses, Kara deliberately created an opening, allowing the Desert Eagle to tightly grip her arms.

The Desert Eagle was already at its last gasp; its jagged talons gripped Kara's arms tightly. A rough, hoarse voice, thick with blood and spittle, boomed in Kara's ear: "Behave yourself, don't struggle, and I'll spare your life!"

Carla's acting is quite good.

At least in the eyes of the Shudra, who was nervously watching from the oxcart and couldn't offer any help, Kara's struggle was futile.

His arms were grabbed by that despicable Dalit, who then struck him hard on the head with a chisel, knocking him unconscious...

Kara played the coma role with ease, running wildly with Dalit carrying her under his arm, her chest churning with intense contempt.

The fact that a mere lowly Dalit dared to hold a legitimate Vaishya servant hostage is, in the context of Brahma's world rules, utterly an act of insubordination and treason.

They deserve to be struck by lightning, burned by flames, and cast into the deepest hell, never to be reincarnated!

While silently cursing in her heart, she adjusted her physical condition, offering no resistance and letting the other party drag her through the forest.

Along the way, Kara deliberately bumped into thick branches and twisted her body to rub against boulders, creating messy drag marks.

At the same time, through a series of unintentional collisions, the direction of Desert Eagle's journey is misled and hinted at, subtly correcting his route and leading him to the blind spot of the unfinished watchtower on the edge of the territory, helping Desert Eagle avoid the pursuit team led by Treebeard.

With Kara's secret guidance, who was well-informed about the situation, the Desert Eagle successfully evaded the sentries and pursuers as if by divine intervention.

As they fled, the outlines of houses, farmland, and sentry posts in Mital Village gradually disappeared into the woods behind them. Desert Eagle's tense nerves finally relaxed slightly, and an almost ecstatic lightness appeared on his face. He ran even faster.

If he had had all his feathers intact back then, he would have already spread his wings and soared across the entire wasteland.

The free wind brushed against his shoulders, and the Desert Eagle seemed to return to the days when he roamed freely in the tribe.

Just by looking down, he realized he was carrying an unconscious Brahma follower, causing him to stagger instantly.

Reaching a stream, Desert Eagle stopped. He figured he was now completely out of Mittal Village's control, and the noise of the pursuers had faded into the distance. He should be safe now!

Thinking of this, Desert Eagle could no longer suppress the murderous intent in his eyes!

He gripped Kara's neck with one hand, his eyes surging with the overwhelming hatred accumulated from generations of enslavement, intending to crush her to death as a way of seeking a tiny bit of justice from the high and mighty Brahma.

As for his promise to spare his life?

These damned Brahma believers are not worthy of accepting any of their promises!

But just as he grinned and exerted force, Kara's previously limp arm suddenly tightened, and her calloused iron hand gripped Desert Eagle's wrist tightly.

Desert Eagle was shocked. Before the horror could even show on his face, a heavy punch slammed into his face, the powerful force instantly shattering his long-exhausted body.

Desert Eagle was completely exhausted, and everything went black as he lost consciousness.

Kara calmly got up, brushed the mud and fallen leaves off her clothes, walked to a shallow stream, scooped up water to wash the dust and fighting stains off her face, and straightened her disheveled clothes.

In a relaxed and carefree manner, an unknown tune was played.

After finishing all that, he leisurely looked up at the dense bushes on both sides and arrogantly called out, "Come out, I see you."

As the bushes parted, several two-headed snake-men, their bodies covered in scales and entwined around snake tails, slowly emerged, their eyes filled with a cold, scrutinizing light.

The leader of the snake-men opened his mouth, flicked his forked tongue, and spoke in a somewhat hesitant tone, each word carrying a menacing pressure: "Your escape this time, does it betray the alliance we previously made?"

If Vijay were here, he would recognize at a glance that these guys were the same group that had approached him many times, showing goodwill, but whose origins and intentions he had never understood!

And the origins of Kara, which had puzzled him for so long, were now revealed.

"We've invested considerable manpower and resources to help you infiltrate Lord Mittal's inner circle, and now you've deserted us without permission. Are you planning to break our agreement?"

Kara raised her hand dismissively and said disdainfully, "I never intended to break the agreement. Today, I am just using this slave rebellion as an excuse to make a perfect escape."

"If I were to disappear into thin air without any reason, Vijay would definitely become suspicious, and there would be no way to return to his side and find out the secrets of the Eastern trade routes."

"But now that I've been taken hostage by the traitor Dalit, all I need to do afterward is fabricate an escape story and return safely. This will make the lord think I'm loyal, reliable, and meritorious, making it easier for me to access core trade plans in the future. I'll get the trade route intelligence you want much faster."

"You still have the master-servant contract with Brahma!" the two-headed snake-man warned.

"That's none of your business!" Kara retorted dismissively. After all this time in the underworld, if he can't even convincingly make a contract, what's the point of him being in this business?

The two-headed snake-man leader remained silent for a moment, weighed the pros and cons, and nodded slightly: "I hope what you say is true. If you fail to live up to our trust, you should know how cruel our clan's methods can be."

"Whatever!" Kara Noodles completely ignored the threat.

He's not someone to be trifled with; how could he be scared by just a few words!

Let's go and enjoy life!

Acting these past few days has been really tiring!

Kara moved her body, shedding her honest and kind image and revealing her own unique style.

If his colleagues in Mittal village saw this, I wonder if they would still recognize him.

Meanwhile, inside the lord's residence in Mittal village, the tranquility of the early morning was broken by hurried footsteps. Rajan stumbled into the courtyard, his face pale, and knelt down before Vijay, his head hitting the ground.

"Shiva, protect me! Master, Dalit has rebelled!"

Vijay had just woken up, his morning grumpiness still lingering, when he heard this strange news.

Dalits? Rebellion?

He could barely connect the two words!

Even those hardworking, resilient weeds can rebel?

This is a situation that has not been encountered in the Brahma world for a hundred years!

This is truly an eye-opener for me!

Vijay felt a surge of frustration. He had spent a lot of food and medicine to settle tens of thousands of Dalits, and had abandoned the harsh and contemptuous customs of the surrounding villages. He provided them with food and arranged rest camps every day, hoping to gradually increase their sense of belonging. He never expected such a terrible incident to happen.

A surge of anger rose from the depths of his heart, but it was quickly overwhelmed by a heavy sense of powerlessness.

He abandoned his relaxed demeanor, revealing the unique majesty of a lord, and asked in a deep voice, "Which direction did the defector Dalit escape from? What is the current situation at the scene?"

Rajan was stunned by Vijay's sudden cold and stern aura. He lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to raise his head, and hurriedly replied, "Master, the troublemakers are a team of the newly arrived five thousand Dalitries who were assigned to repair the canals. The team has about five hundred men."

"Shu Hu had noticed earlier that these people possessed an untamed wildness, so he set up a separate camp to guard them, intending to select them through labor and physical training before incorporating them into the guard team to gradually tame them... But today, the Shudra overseer on duty was alone overseeing a large construction site, and these people seized the opportunity to suddenly riot!"

"The leader is named Desert Eagle, a variant of the Eagle People. He snapped the overseer's neck on the spot and fled westward into the wilderness with more than ten of his kind. Treebeard has already led a team in pursuit and intercepted and killed fifteen deserters on the spot, but Desert Eagle's whereabouts are unknown!"

"And..." Rajan paused, cautiously looked up, then immediately lowered his head, his words hesitant.

"What else?" Vijay snapped impatiently.

"Also missing was Kara, who was on his way to inspect the border post. According to his companions, he was kidnapped by that Desert Eagle..."

Kidnapped? Kara?

Vijay frowned deeply and subconsciously activated "Yuxi" to check the character panel.

Kara's name was still clearly displayed on the roster, but her loyalty score plummeted from a stable sixty-something to forty.

He's still alive, but the drop in loyalty clearly means something has changed about him!

With many questions in his mind, Vijay changed into his best clothes with Maya's help, ate a simple meal of wheat porridge, and then headed to the construction site with his personal servants and guards.

From afar, he saw Shu Hu kneeling on the ground, facing him, his head pounding the soil, his face full of shame and fear.

Upon seeing Vijay and his entourage arrive in a grand procession, Treebeard repeatedly banged his forehead against the ground, his voice hoarse: "Master, I failed in my duty of supervision and am willing to accept any punishment."

Vijay raised his hand to signal him to stand up, his gaze sweeping over the Dalits kneeling numbly on both sides of the construction site.

These lowly slaves witnessed murder and rebellion, and had no courage to resist. All that remained was a deep-seated fear. They lowered their heads and exposed their necks, quietly awaiting their lord's judgment. Many even secretly hoped to be executed, believing that dying at the hands of the Vaishya lord would wash away their sins as outcasts and allow them to be reborn into a higher caste in the next life.

Vijay did not immediately question Shuhu, but instead inquired about the full details of the rebellion.

Shu Hu reported in detail: "The leader, the Sand Eagle, is a remnant of a tribe that was destroyed on the frontier. It has only been a dozen or twenty years since then. He still retains the wildness of tribal warfare, unlike the numbness of those who have been slaves for generations."

"He usually appears to be well-behaved and patient, but in reality, he plots day and night to escape the territory controlled by Brahma. Today, the overseer was outnumbered and outmatched, so he seized the opportunity to cause trouble and incited his companions to escape. Fifteen of his followers have already been killed on the spot by the pursuers. Only the main culprit, Desert Eagle, took Kara hostage and escaped into the territory of a neighboring village to the west. His subordinates dared not cross the border to pursue him and could only stop at the boundary of the territory by following the traces of the fight."

Vijay looked westward toward the open space pointed by the tree stump. Several mutilated corpses lay scattered among the weeds. In the sweltering heat, mosquitoes swarmed, and the stench of warm blood mixed with the putrid smell of rotting earth wafted in the wind. The pungent odor made him instinctively furrow his brow.

"This is not your fault," Vijay said, softening his tone and sparing Treebeard from severe punishment, but still issuing orders to reorganize the organization. "Investigate immediately, and dismantle all the original Dalits, breaking them up and infiltrating them into various labor camps. They are no longer allowed to be housed together."

Vijay then instructed Rajan: "Send men to the western border of the neighboring village to secretly investigate and keep an eye out for Kara and Desert Eagle. Do not engage in any conflict with the people in the neighboring village. Record their movements and report back immediately."

After assigning field reconnaissance tasks, Vijay walked alone to the newly paved road, gazing at the boundless wilderness with a jumble of thoughts.

He had previously envisioned two plans for managing 10,000 Dalits and was still debating whether to initiate literacy education at the grassroots level. Now, this rebellion has served as a stark wake-up call for him.

The Dalit community is a diverse mix, including both apathetic individuals and those who still possess courage and determination; they cannot be generalized.

Therefore, the management model for self-service machines should be more refined!

There's no need to spread culture to every Dalit. We should start with the reliable Dalits and gradually cultivate a loyal and reliable middle group, then give them preferential treatment as role models!

As for most other Dalits, it's best to continue using high-pressure control.

At least this is a proven management method that is unlikely to cause any problems.

Once you have re-established a class within the Dalits, then you can conduct general instruction, which will likely be much more effective!

Moreover, at the same time, I should also introduce some Shudras and Vaishyas, so that the proportion of Brahma believers in the territory is not so unbalanced, and so that I am not in a situation where I am too short of manpower.

"Master!" Rajan said angrily from the side, "Don't let these Dalits off easily!"

"Don't let this filth stain your hands. Let me do it for you! I'll make sure these bastards learn their manners!"

Rajan cracked his knuckles, glaring fiercely at the Dalits.

Vijay had no doubt that he could put this into practice.

Vijay felt it was unnecessary and was about to speak up to stop him, but then he paused and put away his pointless pity.

"Don't let this affect the work progress!"

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

As dusk slowly approached the afternoon, the scorching sun baked the entire field, and the dull sounds of labor returned to the construction site. The Dalits silently leveled the roadbed with stone shovels and wooden rammers in hand, the turmoil just now like a brief nightmare.

Nothing changed after I woke up from the dream.

"Brahma above, Master, Master!" One wave subsides only for another to rise. Bim's figure appeared in the distance, but his voice arrived even faster.

"Titi Village has attacked!"