Chapter 33 Chapter 33 The Yordle Following the General
Chapter 33 Chapter 33 The yordles following the general
He is not trying to intimidate the poor survivors of North Knoll Village, Lester just wants to manage and build his own power in his own way.
He must at least ensure that the sharp sword he made will not be used by others to stab him.
In the previous life, the killers under the organization were loyal to the organization, not because the organization paid any material to win people's hearts, but because of brainwashing from childhood, coercion of weaknesses, emotional cultivation, and treating the killers as family members with meticulous care, and then after gaining
When you have enough chips, you can push the family you cultivated to the cliff on a reasonable charge and end the tool man's life.
The killer only has one home, but his home has many family members. It is very sad but very realistic.
For the killers of the organization, those who are hunted down by the organization because of "betrayal" or die unexpectedly due to some unknown reasons are never worthy of sympathy, even if everyone is smart and knows that the organization may be behind it.
Hands and feet, but as long as it doesn't happen to them, as long as they don't do things above board, the killers will deceive themselves into thinking that the organization is their home.
In fact, the organization is indeed a home, a home where high-quality orphans become talents.
Growing up in such an indifferent environment that was different from normal society, Lester understood very early that he would not betray the organization, but would only be abandoned by the organization one day. Even so, he was willing to wait for death.
What he has to do now is to make himself a "family" and make his sword a family that will not betray him.
So even though it is despicable, he will do it. Even if the moral factors are put aside, he has no choice.
This is Valoran, the Land of Runes, and it is more dangerous than imagined. This is why he chose the Nocmoch Plains as his base camp to establish his power, instead of simply relying on Noxus and becoming Noxus.
The root cause of the great general.
The enemy is very scary, so you must use every means to strengthen yourself and gain the initiative. No one can help you except yourself.
Be it the Emerald Territory, be it magic, or be it weapons, they are all just means.
What I have to do is to build a strong force, pursue strong power, and then...
Hang those idiots who want to offend you from the pole.
"Jisi, if you have worked hard all your life to get something, and you finally get it when you are about to get old, but you find that someone is born with what you have spent your whole life to get, how would you feel?"
Seeing Lester suddenly stop and ask herself, the girl lowered her head and seriously thought about the scene the man said, and couldn't help but feel a little sad.
"I...I may feel that my whole life has no value..."
It seemed as if the cruel dark descendants who had fallen from the Ascendants flashed before his eyes, or the star spirits who wantonly dominated human life and death on the Mount of Titan, or the void at the other end of the world that wanted to devour the world and exterminate life, and that
In the underworld, the tyrant accumulates power...
Compared with the power of these existences, I am not even as good as an ant.
But are ants worthless?
Patting the girl's somewhat disappointed head, Lester smiled.
"Don't think about it. Everyone's value cannot be easily defined. Let's go and find our own value."
"Um."
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Demacia's sudden change in attitude towards refugees made Oren very dissatisfied. Just like the Blue Yoders following him, he hated unwarranted oppression and killing, so he chose to block the announcement in the center of the settlement.
A man with ridiculous orders.
"That's not what we said originally, you shouldn't do that."
Javindark calmly stared at the tall man in front of him who was arguing with him. It was he who helped him and his tribe win over the exiles in the Rune War. He used order and the army to defeat difficulties during the long journey, successfully came to the west coast, and established the
Demacia.
Of course he was qualified to stand in front of him and question himself with his weird yordle dwarf he picked up from nowhere.
"Oren, I think you should know better."
Gavindark's voice was very sincere.
"Noxus has defeated the Mombians by pretending to be refugees. The Nokmouch Plains have become the territory of the Noxians. Those barbarians are eyeing us.
We should not continue to turn a blind eye. The flow of refugees must be curbed. However, we do not have time for screening and sufficient manpower. We can only focus on guarding. What's more, I did not kill everyone, if it is not Noxus,
If you are a spy, you should not resist. Those who resist can only show that they have evil intentions."
Knowing that he could not convince the man in front of him, Oren sighed and his tone was a little calmer.
"Of course I know, but Jiawen, do you still remember what we said back then?"
"certainly."
Gavindark said his original vow without hesitation.
"We want to build a country that can tolerate everyone. No matter what your identity is or what you have done before, as long as you are willing to contribute to the construction of Demacia, you can join Demacia and become part of us.
As long as you are willing to become one of us, you can receive the same treatment as Demacia people, without discrimination or oppression, and they will be treated equally."
After taking a deep look at Jarvandark, Oren said in a deep voice.
"Then do you know that what you are doing now is a violation of your oath?
Many of the refugees from the east were people who sincerely wanted to join Demacia, but you captured them and forced them to work. And those who were unwilling to accept forced labor were not all Noxus spies.
This yordle friend of mine saw your 'loyal soldiers' kill the rebels with his own eyes, Poppy, tell me."
After being given the opportunity to speak, facing the man's heavy and majestic eyes, the yordle named Bobby showed no fear at all. He took a step forward and spoke to Jarvandark.
"That was a friend I met half a month ago. He was an old refugee from Noxus who was lame in his right leg. That night, he met me and told me his story."
After organizing his words, Poppy's face was very serious, as if he was talking about something big.
"He told me that he was tired of the endless wars in Noxus. His family and his children had all died in the Rune War. He just wanted to spend the rest of his life in peace, so he
We left the village, walked through the wilderness, and came to Demacia."
"His name is Nobold. He said that he thought that after coming to Demacia, he could successfully join Demacia, but he did not expect that in Demacia, as a Roxy barbarian, he was still ostracized. Only the same
Other refugees could give him some genuine help.
He told me that the way the Demacians excluded him was not obvious. Those people's faces were full of laughter, but secretly they made him do more and more tiring work and get less food."
