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It is only a few dozen kilometers away from Songlin Village, and it only took half a day for us to leave that quiet and peaceful village in the forest. However, just such a small distance in time and space is enough for people to truly experience the difference between peace and war.
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The North Fortress has become a veritable place of heavy military force. With this fortress as the center and stretching for hundreds of miles along the Changqiao Mountains, there are large and small military camps and garrisons. They include regular troops from the interior of the empire, and some from
The second-line corps organized by local lords and churches, and the rest are scattered free mercenaries and people with lofty ideals. This can be called a grand occasion, or it can be called crazy: the people on the earth broke out in the face of the Dark Moon invasion.
The fearless attitude and the spirit of national struggle are impressive. Although the Dark Moon War itself is inexplicable to us, these people who stand on both sides of the Changqiao Mountains and are ready to fight at any time are still worthy of the name of warriors.
Compared with the atmosphere here, where even the air is filled with a hint of murderousness, the atmosphere in Pine Forest Village seems too peaceful and too intimidating. However, there is nothing to criticize: after all, not every race can be like Xi
Like Ling, all the people are soldiers, and ordinary people have their own way of living. It is understandable that the villagers of Songlin Village first think about their three meals a day. And they will soon appear on the second line of defense as militiamen. From here
Judging from the above, this can be called a strong folk custom.
We are going to spend the night outside the North Fortress tonight, but outside the fortress, it will never feel like a wilderness: free mercenaries from all over the country have set up hundreds of miles of companies in the wilderness, even if you are in
Horses galloped at the foot of Changqiao Mountain. In a short period of time, I couldn't find a truly "uninhabited" place.
When we were preparing to set up camp, we also encountered a small episode: at first, I wanted to find out whether the Free Mercenary Station had any nominal planners, but after asking, I found out that there were no dedicated planners, just
Even the officers in the fortress don't know how the mercenary station is "planned" internally. These small, loose teams are randomly distributed in the "unruly areas" divided by the knights. Forming a group or working alone depends on preference, giving people a sense of security.
It even feels like a group of newly arrived migrant workers who have just gotten off the train and are waiting for odd jobs at various intersections. In such a group, no one needs to think about "arrangement and setting up tents."
It's just that the nature of the work of this group of "migrant workers" is extremely high-end: they are here to save the world. At least they think so.
So we directly found a relatively quiet place in the mercenary area as a "turf", and then it didn't take much effort to prepare the tents. Bingtis, the divine trench, directly used the power of creation to create three large tents, and watched
It is not much different from the tents of the people around it, but there are a lot of barriers and barriers inside: we can discuss the end of the world inside without worrying about anyone knowing.
The camp tent was prepared in a matter of seconds. Bingtis and Viska began to volunteer to make dinner (yes, it was the two of them). I saw that I had nothing to do now, so I stayed in this large camp.
Let's take a walk at will. Because Lin Xue wanted to be clean, we chose a place far away from other people. Calculated according to the size of the mercenary station, the place we stayed was at least outside the tenth ring road... I had to walk for half a day.
Only then can you say hello to the nearest "neighbor".
What makes people happy is that everyone I met along the way was quite friendly, probably because they were all on the same desperate front. Even the usually fiercely competitive mercenaries here became a harmonious family. Although here
Most of the people here don't know each other, even though everyone else here may be from all over the country. I still feel like I'm on a lively country street, surrounded by people who can chat like neighbors who have known each other for many years.
This atmosphere may be noisy, but if you come into contact with it for the first time... it's actually quite interesting. Almost all mercenaries have loud mouths. If you wander back here for thirty minutes, you can write a lifetime of fantasy at the starting point...
While wandering around these lively camps in courtyards, I certainly didn’t forget to ask around for some information. As a newbie mercenary, I quickly figured out these seemingly unorganized and undisciplined camps.
How the guy plans to participate in the battle against Dark Moon is pretty much what he expected: mercenaries are not prepared for frontal battlefields.
They will still do what they have always done here: sell their fighting power for a price.
The Knights of the Northern Fortress have specially prepared a contact window for mercenaries. They will issue tasks over there. These tasks may be tricky and dangerous, but without exception they will be well-paid and can earn a big reputation.
The Knights and other regular soldiers have precious resources, and they do not have so many "special operations personnel" to perform piecemeal reconnaissance and exploration tasks, so these tasks are outsourced to mercenaries. There are dedicated personnel responsible for reporting tasks every day
The people in the catalog are running between the fortress and the mercenary station - these people are usually mercenaries, and their running around like this is actually a daily task - each large or small mercenary team will weigh it after getting this information.
Your own ability and luck determine whether you go out and fight hard today or watch others go out and fight hard.
All mercenaries are like this, and their process of stationing here is also the same: after receiving the news of the empire's recruitment, they come by themselves, find the registrar of the fortress, report the name of the individual or team, and then get a small identification card.
Son, he set up camp on his own and became a member of the people protecting the world: a really chaotic but free and easy group of people.
The knights, the second-line army, the mercenary group, the temporarily established dispatch center, as well as the semi-free task handover and various two-line military operations, these elements together constitute a special small society. At the foot of the Changqiao Mountains, there is more than just
It's a line of defense, but it's also a strange, walled city: you can even find markets and traveling merchants among the various camps!
This place looks very chaotic, but after walking around, I also vaguely feel that there is a basic order in this chaos. No matter who is managing the North Fortress, it must be a talented person: he can manage the vegetable market and the military camp at the same time.
This guy is already amazing in my eyes.
I didn’t go too far, I just wandered around this mercenary camp and an independent regiment camp next to it: the latter claimed to be the lord regiment of a “Grand Duke Hector” in the empire. Because it already belonged to
It was a regular military garrison. I didn’t go in: there was nothing to see anyway.
"Hey, the boss is back?"
As soon as I returned to my family's tent, I heard Bingtis's carefree voice coming from the front. I followed the sound and saw that the female hooligan was sitting in front of the campfire waving vigorously to this side. Lin Xue next to her used
He bumped Bingtis hard with his elbow: "He is the head of our family - you third-level fireball cultivator, don't cause trouble."
I happily walked over and sat down between Lin Xue and Qian Qian. The latter came up to me with excitement and took a bite on my face, then turned around and continued to use a stick to stir up the firewood in the campfire. This girl was very interested in camping and campfires.
Things like dinner are always very interesting, and I understand this: I am used to living in the high-tech shadow city. It is actually quite interesting to go out and experience this original ecological life occasionally.
"Where's the promised dinner?" I looked at Bingtis and then at Viska, who was sitting on the other side of Qianqian. These two had just announced that they were going to prepare dinner with great enthusiasm. Although they were not impressed by their "craftsmanship"
I had a lot of doubts, but they should be better at cooking than Sandora. So I just let these two fool around. It was already getting late, and I was curious about what they had come up with.
"Don't worry, it's very rich." Bingtis smoothly pulled out a floating tray from behind. There were a lot of sea bowls on it, which were steaming hot and full of smell. "Pork ribs with scallion oil, dried seafood, and tender beef in old soup.
Seaweed, shrimp, and chicken stewed with mushrooms. It just took a little longer to soak..."
After a while, I sucked on Master Kong's Chicken Mushroom Noodles, which had almost turned into a lump, and told Viska in a serious voice: "In the future, try not to mix things that you are not familiar with, okay? Especially when this guy Bingtis mentions
Let’s not get mixed up with the idea of —let’s just eat the ready-made dry food brought from home tomorrow.”
Visca and Pandora were holding a sea bowl bigger than their heads and sharing the same bowl of noodles. The former nodded vigorously and almost knocked Pandora's head into the bowl...
"It's not bad to do this once in a while," Miss Lin looked very happy. She took out a small piece of noodles and fed it to Dingdang who was sitting next to her bowl, but looked around, and then her tone suddenly changed, "Every day
Shadow City is faced with 'national events', legions, worlds, races, and the rise and fall of the universe as a unit. Gradually, it seems that like those imperial soldiers, it only knows one way to do things, sweep, sweep.
, or sweep... When you are in trouble, just sweep... Mumu, do you think that if we don't have this opportunity, sooner or later we will forget that one day we will actually be able to cry and laugh in the places we have swept.
People? Look around you..."
Although Lin Xue seemed to just say it casually, I was stunned for a moment.
Although we wandered around the macro world every day when we were in the Empire District and mingled with everyone, how long has it been since we had such good contact with a new world that has not been touched by the Empire? It’s not that we came as invincible, nor that
Observe with a savior's mentality, without bringing an army or any plan for conquest, just coming among the locals like tourists and living with them for a while - how long has it been since this form of contact?
We went to Vanilla's hometown with the idea of testing the Crow God's belief. We went to the world of Merova rebels with the purpose of counterinsurgency. Even when we came into contact with the indigenous people of those worlds, we always observed it from a detached perspective.
Planning, planning... Although I know that there is nothing wrong with my mentality, the fact is that there is still a problem.
Only this time, the situation is slightly different.
I looked at the tent behind me and at the noisy mercenary camps in the distance. The metal plate that Joseph gave me was still in his arms. The stupid guy was still waiting for us to go find him tomorrow - we were working in a long-lost way.
The "inefficient" way of contacting and living with the locals has not summoned any super power to reveal the truth of the world so far (thanks to the deterrent power of the fallen apostles in this regard). This is a bit of a waste by the standards of the Xiling apostles.
Time, but I think it might also be meaningful.
Although Bingtis said that our family all has the ability to maintain our xinxing (you can say it is lack of mind), but if we can use other methods to remind ourselves in addition to this talent of lack of mind,
It is also a good thing to pay attention to those people and things that are easily ignored.
My eyes fell on Bingtis. This carefree female gangster became the "leader" of our group at some point. She planned the action plan for the past two days, including this trip to the North Fortress.
It’s hard to tell whether these decisions really have some kind of foresight in them. But when he noticed the gaze falling on him, Bingtis just raised his head and rolled his eyes: "Eat quickly, we are still studying **, the louse spirit has already
I copied part of the book."
No matter what, it's not my style to think too much.
We finished this "lavish" dinner in a hurry, and then came to the middle tent. Bingtis took out three thick books without covers from his pocket and threw them on the low table: "This
Those are the three most representative books among those books, one is a history book about a certain genocide, one is folk tales and poems from that time, and the other is an ancient continental encyclopedia."
Qian Qian immediately rushed forward in a hurry, grabbed a book and flipped through it: "Hey. Why is it still warm? You also have body temperature in your personal space?"
"Didn't he say they were just copied?" Bingtis glanced briefly, "It's just the temperature generated by divine magic. Oh, by the way, the second half of these books are temporarily unwritten, and the louse essence is not very powerful. When copied,
There's data loss, I'm getting them retransmitted."
I picked up a so-called "**" and looked through it. The second half of the book was indeed all white paper, but large sections of text and pictures were quickly emerging on those white papers. From time to time, some paragraphs had copy errors.
, so the text on the page was wiped out and reprinted in front of me. What’s amazing is that the surface of each page of the book copied with magical magic actually has a very light watermark that does not affect reading. There is a line of big words on the watermark: Piracy
Reading is necessary, if possible, please support the genuine version.
Me: "... Bingtis, your magical skills are really humane."
The female gangster proudly shook her hair (this time she really slapped Viska on the head): "Tah, the cigarette package still says that smoking is harmful to health. I am also a goddess after all, so I have to pretend that I have professional ethics.
Right - and it will be easy to pass the review when applying for a patent in Pantheon with such lines. Those old antiques are all stupid, and it will be fine for others to make anything, except when it comes to guarding against concubines, it is like guarding against thieves."
My forehead is sweating: This goddess who considers herself a technical nerd and a top student has studied many weird "magic arts". The large ones can destroy the world, but the small ones are similar to "sharpening pencils forever."
"I don't know how her brain grew with such cold technology, but it is undeniable that she is indeed a genius in a certain sense. The so-called genius does not mean that you have to develop the theory of relativity to change the world. Sometimes you can
It would be genius to explain why there is static electricity when taking off sweaters in winter but no static electricity when taking off sweaters in summer. I was stimulated by those little inventors when I watched TV, and for a while I was obsessed with studying why there is no static electricity when taking off sweaters in summer. I feel that once I study it myself
If it was successful, it might be able to occupy five minutes on a local TV station. Later, when the project was about to be successful, I was cut off by my sister. She told me that the reason why I can’t get static electricity when I take off my sweaters in the summer is because no one wears sweaters in the summer...
I flipped through the book in my hand at random. It should be the folklore story Bingtis mentioned - the folktales before the first Dark Moon War. Such a large book seemed not much thinner than the Bible of the Goddess Cult.
The other two books Qian Qian and Lin Xue were holding were also large tomes. It was obviously unrealistic to read them word by word, so I could only roughly flip through them.
When we studied the Bible of the Goddess Cult before, we discovered that this sect cut off the history before the First Dark Moon War, turned all the knowledge before the war into legends in the name of the "Heavenly Kingdom Age", and prohibited anyone except
It is obviously abnormal for any academic institution outside the church to characterize that period of history.
Under normal circumstances, there are only two reasons why ancient history is regarded as a legend. Either it is that humans were really too primitive at that time, and they still lived in ancient times like cutting meat with stone slices and smearing grass juice on their faces to pretend to be possessed by gods.
Of course, it will become nothing more than a legend due to the lack of written records. The other reason is the extermination war, and the scale of the war is to reduce the world's population to one-tenth or even less, and completely destroy all countries.
The civilization process of each intelligent race is indeed often hit by wars, but in many cases, its level of growth and ability to "suspended death" are also staggering. Qianqian's father can learn from a bunch of
From the broken tiles, we can piece together what an ancient civilization that has been extinct for thousands of years eats for three meals a day. Therefore, the traces of civilization left by intelligent creatures are not so easy to be completely erased.
Therefore, it is obviously wrong to regard the history before the First Dark Moon War as "ancient legends". Although the scale of the five wars was very large, people on the earth still know how to use teleportation stations, which shows that their civilization theory
It has not been completely cut off by the war, so where is the real history before the first war?
It's in these few books we have.
The scriptures of the Goddess Cult describe the history before the First War as an era of "great rule" in which all ethnic groups were at peace and the world was harmonious, and called it with such radiant words as "the Age of Heaven". Considering that most intelligent species are
Growing up in wars and gunpowder smoke, and civilizations in which multiple species live together will have annihilating wars every now and then. If a world where many species live together can really make all races live in peace, even if they are only relatively peaceful.
It is indeed a miracle that things have developed to the national stage, and it is indeed enough to be called "a world like the age of the Kingdom of Heaven."
But after just a few minutes of flipping through the book, I saw at least four or five folk legends based on racial discrimination and melee between different countries...
What Qian Qian was looking at was a history book that was even more exaggerated: it was recorded by another race from the perspective of a bystander, and what it described was how a small race called "Forest Spirits" were exterminated by monsters!