In the cold morning, with a hint of chill, the envoys (five people) set foot on the road to Heidelberg. Almost no residents saw them off, and everyone who had to leave left. Free people with a little savings knew that the blood moon was coming.
The situation was the most dangerous, so he had to go all the way to the southern town instead of staying in Blackhammer Castle. The only people left behind were penniless people who wanted to get rewards from their lords in battle, or
Some desperadoes, people wanted by the kingdom. They have nowhere to go, so they might as well stay here and try their luck.
The Snow Queen issued a decree that those who have committed crimes can be pardoned if they kill greenskins, beastmen or werewolves in the wild. It sounds unreliable, but there is no way, Kislev is located at the northernmost point of the empire
, is the front line against the invasion of Chaos. There are dangers everywhere here, and every one you kill counts as one.
In addition, although it is said that they can be pardoned, in fact, the probability of survival of humans when encountering beastmen or werewolves in the wild is extremely high. Therefore, this also relieves the kingdom of the burden on these criminals. At least, the prison no longer needs so much food.
The war horse took small steps, carrying the lord, ranger, and guards and gradually left the town. The gate of Blackhammer Castle behind them closed with a sound. A light rain fell in the sky, hitting Rhodes' armor, making a ticking sound.
Crisp sound.
The road became muddy and fog hung over the forest, making the vision blurry.
Rhodes knew that if he had the chance, he must renovate this trail so that the products of Black Hammer Castle could be transported further south to obtain higher profits and benefits. Otherwise, they would all be from some nearby large towns.
If nobles or businessmen come to acquire it, Blackhammer Castle will always be at the bottom of the industry.
"Damn it, how long is this weather going to last?"
On the way, the drizzle of rain finally made Lawrence start to complain. His clothes were soaked by the rain, and he didn't know how long it would take to dry again. This feeling of dampness and coldness was really bad. It made him miss his hometown.
The taste. In that remote South Sea town, on the coastline of Tilea, sunshine has never been a scarce thing. The childhood surrounded by sweet fruits and bread, seagulls, fishing boats and sunset can always form the most beautiful scenery.
"Three to five days. We may have to spend the next few days in this kind of weather. Instead of complaining about the weather, you might as well go find a place to take shelter from the rain. A cave, a tree cave or some other place."
Rhodes' reply brought his thoughts back to the present. At this moment, the breaths of people and horses intertwined into steaming mist in the cold air, all indicating the cold climate here.
"There isn't one here. We have to walk for at least another three hours before we see a cave where we can rest. I hope it won't be occupied by bears or other wild animals."
"Lawrence, tell me about your hometown, Tyrell. I really want to know about the customs and customs on the other side of the continent."
"Didn't I tell you before?"
"Yeah... but it's not very detailed. You can explain it more. At least it will allow us to feel more of the warmth and warmth of the South in this cold weather."
While the journey was boring, Rhodes asked his men to tell him more stories about the old continent. After all, if he wanted to integrate into this world, he had to learn more about the Warhammer world. After all, some memories were lost when he traveled through time. Now,
It is a fusion of the memories of two people, like a picture pieced together from countless fragmented memories, intermittently.
Rhodes only knew that there were several powerful human countries on this vast continent. The Kingdom of Kislev in the north, the Empire in the middle, the Kingdom of Bretonnia in the west, and the Republic of Tilea in the south, it seemed.
There is also the Kingdom of Estalia. And Lawrence's hometown is Tyrell, a special country composed of many city-states. Because it is close to the bad land, it often faces pirate attacks. The mercenaries there are very famous. Many
Nobles and wealthy people would hire thugs to help them maintain order and ensure safety. In that country, the government's functions were very limited.
"Misu Island, my hometown, where it is summer all year round, you can taste delicious fruits almost all the time. Snow does not exist in my hometown, and people there may never have the opportunity to see snow in their lives.
Sunshine and rain moisten the land. However, due to rampant pirates and being far away from big towns, my homeland has almost no room for survival and development. Fishermen and farmers have worked hard to save the harvest for a year. As long as a pirate lands, they will be destroyed.
Looted everything.”
The journey was not long, but it was boring. Lawrence's conversation undoubtedly broke the atmosphere, allowing several people to temporarily immerse themselves in their own imaginations.
"In fact, that was when I was forced out of my hometown. When I became an adult, the pirates came again. The men in the village chose to compromise. They knew that resistance was useless and would only lead to bloody massacres, so they had no time to escape.
All the people surrendered to the pirates, or joined them, or gave up their property. However, they not only wanted crops and savings, but also people. They wanted to insult my mother, so I picked up my father’s arrow and killed
Got them."
"After that, I ran away... I wandered around the world. As long as someone was willing to take me in, I would stay there. I kept learning and working in exchange for experience and capital. Tyrell, it was a chaotic country. The fact is
It won’t be much better than Kislev. Believe me, we always complain about our country and the current situation. However, people in other places may not be much better.”
The cold followed them everywhere, and the horses' hooves stepped on the muddy road, leaving a lot of potholes. Lawrence's narration helped everyone relieve the boredom and dullness of the journey.
"Batonnia is the most romantic country in everyone's eyes. However, what you don't know is that those romances and legends are just stories among the nobles. The common people there live a poor life, and they have nothing to do with it.
There is no human rights at all. There is a very ridiculous law that stipulates that farmers must give 90% of their annual harvest to local nobles and lords in exchange for the protection of the knights. Haha, you know, 90% of the annual harvest, farmers and even themselves
We can’t even feed them, let alone get shelter.”
They rode the northern ponies and kept moving forward. Lawrence's narration along the way made people forget their fatigue. The scenery around them was also constantly changing, from dense forests to wilderness. Walking along this path, under Rhodes
Next to it are bottomless valleys and sea cliffs, and on the other side are endless withered yellow grasslands.