It was a lackluster story, and few people knew how Esso, who stood at the top of the world, embarked on this bumpy road.
Just as not many people know that after the ancient troll empire and before the glory of the elves, there was a thousand years of time that belonged to a country that has disappeared in history - the Republic of Tucker.
Republic? Yes, it was a country composed of escaped slaves, farmers who lost their land, and craftsmen who had nothing. It was a country rare in history that did not have a ruling class.
Perhaps the reason why it has not been recorded in history is that it is a country of the undead and magic.
, the slave does not have a surname. This name was obtained after he gained his freedom. The "Milanton" is the surname of the priest who saved him, and "f" is the special mark of the Republic, which represents "the freed slave".
Yes, the mighty Emperor Esso, he was once born as a humble slave.
"I was born to serve the troll master. When I grow up enough, I will become a ration, and my life will be valuable."
Facing the troll race whose personal strength, racial talent, and cultural level are superior to our own, human beings have become cattle and sheep to feed. When inheritance and culture are severed, intelligent creatures will retreat from the most primitive ways in just three or four generations.
time.
Even after more than a thousand years, many trolls still maintain the abhorrent custom of cannibalism. There is no need to verify the relationship between ogres and trolls.
Slaves, servants, objects, spare rations, this is Esso's planned life. Esso has been instilled with this concept since he was a child. He once regarded this as the value of his existence. Until one day...
"Don't eat my mother! Damn monster!"
And when the troll master planned to turn his mother into meat, maybe the spirit of resistance in his bones still remained, or it was the most basic instinct of protecting the mother, even if reason and "common sense" told him that "human beings are being eaten"
"This is natural. Being eaten is the fate of the entire human race. He still acted instinctively.
He picked up the meat cleaver, chopped off Mr. Walker's head with a slash from behind, and sprinkled fire oil on his body. He lit it and turned it into a blazing torch, completely eliminating his ability to regenerate.
In an era when an adult troll could kill ten adults at will, this was an incredible heroic feat, but what greeted him was not the gratitude of his relatives and the respect of his peers...
"Why would you do this! Why would you kill Mr. Walker! What do you want us to do? We will all be killed before we are fattened. No, without feed, we will starve to death first!"
If you attack an owner who is abusing their pets, you may not be the first to bite you. Instead, it will be the rescued pets themselves, who have been subjected to years and generations of enslavement education. There is no difference between humans and pets who have made these brains blank.
As a result, Esso, who saved his mother, was despised and roared by his own people, and was finally tied to a meat board, ready to be used as a sacrifice to appease the troll master.
but……
"Kill them all and hang them in the square to dry and make feed!"
Even if the murderer has been executed, how can the slave group who killed the slave owner be forgiven, otherwise if this trend spreads, the foundation of the entire society will be shaken.
The vicious slave owner even deliberately put Esso in the same room with his own people before the execution, and maliciously revealed the news that everyone would die because of him. So Esso was the first to be hanged the next day.
When he was hanged, he suffered more than a hundred wounds all over his body and even lost one of his eyes and a foot.
Not only did the slave owners encounter resistance? How could the domesticated cattle, sheep, and pigs resist? They would just shed tears at the butcher's knife, and then obediently put it on their necks.
Esso's family didn't protect him? The one who took away his right eye was his mother, whom he desperately defended. The one who broke his right hand to resist was his father, and his feet were used as the last meal by the hungry tribesmen.
When human beings do not regard themselves as human beings, it is lamentable, pity, ridiculous, hateful, pitiful...
When Esso was finally hung on the rope, he looked at his numb tribesmen with his one eye that was bruised and swollen, but there was no trace of resentment towards his fellow tribesmen or fear of death in his heart. His only thought was:
"It's so pitiful..."
And when the noose continued to tighten, Esso still did not face the fear of death, but there were a few more objects of sympathy and pity.
"It turns out that you are not the only ones who are pitiful. I am also pitiful. No, I should say that human beings are very pitiful."
Before losing his final consciousness, what he saw was a black flag flying not far away. It was a strange flag with a sickle and a torch attached to everything. Under the flag, there was a group of strangely dressed men in black.
"Kid, are you okay?"
And when he woke up, he found that he had been saved by a group of strangers. They called themselves "Black Will" and were a group of strange guys.
They told Esso that humans were not born to become food for trolls. They told Esso that everyone has the responsibility to fight for their own survival. They told Esso that ogres and trolls are not invincible.
Yes, they told Esso, not everyone has the courage to fight, they are here just for him!
The black-robed men gave young Esso a choice, either to continue to stay with his own people, and they would find a relatively safe valley for him to live in. The other option was to join them.
Finally, he took a look at his family members who were mixed with fear and confusion. How could a born wolf and tiger live in the same room as cattle and sheep? Esso chose the latter without hesitation.
"Idiot! We are the ones who are just!"
Later, the Black Will became accustomed to using these words to deal with numb fellow tribesmen. This seemingly angry roar was filled with hope, hoping that the tribe members would eventually wake up.
But many times, what you get is a blank return. If you insist on pulling them together, it will be a disaster for both parties.
After experiencing countless betrayals, they still choose to shout this slogan, but only those who are willing to stand up are their companions. Otherwise, it is better to continue to be cattle and sheep.
And then there were hundreds of years of bloody fighting. The slaves had no will to fight. No matter how fat they were, they were still just cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
And even after awakening as tigers and leopards, they still don't have the resources to become strong, they don't have the weapons to fight, and they are in a very difficult situation.
But their opponents are the winners of the Holy War. The troll countries that span the entire continent have inherited witchcraft, curses, and magic that are at the top of the world, and what the "Black Will" has is only its own soul and
Flesh and blood, of course, and the obsession to change everything at all costs.
But in the Ashe plane where the soul is the source of power, having soul, flesh and blood, and obsession is enough.
Yes, they have no way to obtain precious magic knowledge and magic materials, and they cannot become mages. They also do not have the hunting skills inherited from the times, and hunters and rangers have no possibility. It is difficult to eat, run and sleep well, and it is difficult for a weak or even malnourished body.
To become an outstanding warrior, the true god of the trolls was the main god at that time, not to mention the priests and holy warriors who received divine favor. However, there is a profession that only requires soul and flesh and blood.
Yes, that is the Necromancer, a villain who plays with souls and flesh and blood. Not many people know that it was once a profession that represented the hope of the entire human race.
Perhaps it was the whims of the demons, or a private trick of a certain god of death. Part of the knowledge of the undead magic originating from the ancient demons fell into the hands of the black will, and quickly spread to all the resisters. The dark battle flag of the black will
, that’s why, at first, they were just serfs holding sickles and torches.
The same goes for Esso. When he became a black warrior who practiced necromancy, he was only twelve years old...
Alliance with the elves, exchange precious magic knowledge from those annoying long ears, split the troll countries, provoke civil war and division among the trolls, use evil blood sacrifices to please the non-troll true gods, and give birth to the first batch of dark warriors.
He formed an alliance with the dragon and became a dragon knight, step by step.
When that epic legend unfolded and after countless wars, all of his companions had turned into corpses. His fellow travelers fell one by one, and the pitch-black battle flag finally fell on his shoulders.
, the third consul of the Tucker Republic, who served for 172 years. Yes, when the long race war finally ended, that reckless young man had turned into the immortal Lich King.
The Republic is proud to practice undead magic. The boundary between life and death has long been broken. Undead magic even extends to civilian technology. At their peak, they even had three-digit demigod-level undead and had the power to challenge the gods.
, but they shouldn’t develop perfect undead conversion technology.
When all the living can be easily transformed into the dead and gain endless lifespan, and when the number of citizens in the entire United States is only increasing, reincarnation has obviously been broken, and this has obviously violated the taboos of the gods.
Then disaster struck. The original magic masters and the elves who were allies suddenly attacked their capital. The forbidden curse directly turned it into a huge gorge, which is the wonder that the reason for its name has been forgotten. "The Trace of Betrayal"
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The Republic without the protection of gods became the public enemy of all races overnight. All cities were under siege. The dark warriors lost their gods. The dragon clan suddenly and mysteriously left. Only the necromancers could still fight (Death Knights).
was not born), the heads of state of the United States are not inferior to the elven sages, and they are not without the ability to fight.
But this time, they encountered natural enemies, and the elven sages made a new discovery. A special golden energy and ringtone can directly silence the undead. Yes, that is the prototype of the Holy Light.
But fortunately, no, perhaps it should be said unfortunately, an undead master discovered a way to open the door to the plane, and successfully connected the plane with negative energy. That was the first few people discovered.
A plane of death.
Facing the irresistible enemy, the last bones and blood of the Republic fled into the plane of death. Faced with the high concentration of negative energy that made it impossible for the living to survive, the perfect undead transformation technology came into play again, and all the living chose to become the dead.
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The betrayal of the elves, the betrayal of the dragon clan, the conspiracy of the gods, the undead magic that once represented glory and freedom, and the source of the holy light that played a disgraceful role. When these factors come together, it will not be difficult for this period of history to be "forgotten"
Got it.
Longing for the homeland? Hatred of the betrayers? Nostalgia for the tribe? Or simply unwilling to be forgotten, unwilling to let the republic be lost in history for the first time, so Esso did not hesitate to transform himself into a member of the tribe.
He is a bridge like an elephant, but he gives this experience and memory to his descendants as the last trace of his existence, perhaps to let his descendants know about the forgotten country and justice.
The door to the endless void was opened, and a flood of undead poured in. The undead from the six planes were different in shape and race, but they came from one place, the Republic of Tucker that had been forgotten for thousands of years.
Today, these forgotten people are back. They held high their torches and sickle flags, and shouted the same deafening roar.
"Idiots, we are the ones who are just!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better novels and faster updates!
ps: There is another update today, but it will probably be late.
