The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Each era bears its own brand, which is an objective fact that is not determined by the individual's views. In the feudal era of the Middle Ages, advocating bourgeois revolution was tantamount to death, and if those advocating socialism were equal, they were looking for death.

And in Aisi, the most deep-rooted and central problem with feudal partition and urban states is the cruel natural environment, where the weak depend on the strong.

The fierce wilderness of warcraft, they remain in a cruel natural cycle, and living in the wild is tantamount to putting themselves into that food chain cycle, and in most cases ordinary human beings are only likely to be food.

A group of ordinary wolves can take away a family of six, and a group of wolves is probably no match for a winter wolf warcraft, and the crowd of winter wolves are just the livestock of the Frost Giant. When the winter is coming, the White Dragons generally love the excess grass and warm caves stored by Frost Giant, and will treat the owner of frozen ice as a backup rations.

Of course, social realities can change, sometimes better, sometimes worse, and while manpower has its limits, some people can change the world one by one.

Sounds paradoxical? In one world, the discovery and invention of Darwin, Bruno and other “scientists" not only gradually declared the end of the age of ignorance, but the birth of magic technology, the popularization of elemental users, the power of law, not only is gradually narrowing the gap between the strong and the weak, but the fall of the divine power of Holy Light also in another sense declared the end of the gifted kingdom.

Well, someone probably already saw that this series of changes had something to do with someone, and he did play a big game of chess.

“There are things that can only be done, can't be said. When the time comes, the time will come, before the time comes to shout, 'It's coming, all the crowns will fall to the mortal’ fools, only to be crushed by the wheels of history. ”

For a long time, someone has done nothing but talk. He knows that some things can only go according to nature. He has never had a slogan in his life to become the enemy of the kings. After all, in this era of feudal kingship, that is tantamount to extinction from the world.

Someone just expects to spill some seeds, and after they die, that rising productivity and social trends will make the world a little better.

But at least for now, the changes in the world are still scarce, and there is no less trouble.

“Bandits? How come there are bandits this season? This is official. ”

The most surprising news, I'm afraid, is the trio from the North.

“ ……. Perhaps in other words, the rebels, the rebels of the Marquis Stanley. The news they had just heard the other day was that they were fighting again. ”

Old Barton, who used to be a mercenary, is now a bar owner, and how could he not know that?

“Rebellion at this time? This is jihad! The battle for justice involving the entire race. ”

Mary, who had first arrived in the Principality of Sasha, was surprised, but from what she had said, what she knew was probably the information in writing.

“The Marquis is said to be a devil's follower, and his flag is marked with an evil snakehead that swallows skulls. The great lords of the Church of the Sacred Church have long ruled it heretical, but they cannot afford to crusade against such a distant enemy. ”

The sight of the Stone Ghost is far beyond the ordinary scourge, and the intelligence can be summed up slightly to get some helpless new information, and after sharing the intelligence with several leaders, the controversy and discussion continue to play out in the carriage.

“Was it the devil who intervened this time? It can't be our friendly army this time. ”

Many of these things have happened in recent years. Humanity is not a very strong species, especially lazy aristocrats who are in high positions simply because of their blood. Their desires are numerous, they want to live forever, they want to gain more strength, they want to gain higher status, “the temptation of the devil” and “the whisper of the devil” are metaphors in the past, but today they are real threats.

Heterogeneous invaders need strongholds, sacrifices, enough souls, especially after the disappearance of the lower abyss lord, many great lords have fallen in love with this rare carnival. Devil worshippers and cults are at least 100 times more active than they were a decade ago, and the youth and power gained through sacrifice make more “people” go on this seemingly shortcut non-return path.

Marquis Stanley, a powerful aristocrat in the Principality of Sasha, raised the rebel flag not long ago, whether or not there was a real demon behind it, or simply to intimidate his cowardly men to follow him. He painted a demonic mark on his flag and apparently no longer regarded himself as a subordinate of the common human camp and Sasha's men.

Naturally, the Principality sent a crusader with the Grand Duke and the eldest son as its guide. It was like last winter. The two sides had fought more than a dozen small and medium-sized battles and had never won.

And this would not have much to do with us. After all, the main battlefield is the territory of the great lord, and we are a little far from it. As long as there is war, there will surely be defeats and deserters, and these guys are harmed even by ordinary bandits.

If these defeated generals and deserters flee to their homeland, most of them will hang directly. If they are deserters of the rebel army, there will be several more warrants, and even ordinary cities will not dare to go.

Such a group of semi-professional fighters are also going to eat. In the face of the pressure to survive, they are supposed to be the players of life. There is basically no lower limit. The best way to feed themselves is to become bandits and rob past merchants.

Normally, it is only at the end of the civil war that the victors have the leeway to start cleaning up those deserters, and now, after more than six months of civil war, it is too early to be over.

The scale of the war is not very large, the total number of people involved in the war is less than 100,000, in front of me accustomed to the epic war, can only be considered a small-time noise, but even such a small-time noise can create hundreds of deserters, and a bandit group of dozens of deserters is already a sadness of small villages and small business groups.

Perhaps this is the sadness that was born in this day and age and belongs to mortals.

“They have dozens of ordinary people on their hands, who are supposed to be prisoners, and many more wounded. Is there a village nearby? ”

“ ……. There's a Randy Village on the map, probably only a hundred households, and dozens of professional soldiers definitely took it. ”

“Lords nearby? He hasn't been a bandit? ”

“It seems like a second-generation knight who donated money in exchange for his arrival shortly. A guard with only a few dozen men will not necessarily be able to react, even if he has reacted and may not have fought. Looks like some of them are natives. ”

As a professional mercenary who has been in the neighborhood for almost three decades, quasi-legendary Winston still knows something about the surrounding lords, which is, after all, his most common employer as a "powerful” mercenary.

It is the duty of every lord to maintain security on his territory. If other lords are working for him, it is tantamount to declaring war. If they are weak, they must come forward. It is perfectly natural to hire trustworthy mercenaries.

And if he hadn't already received the task, he would have gone to the Knight Lord himself to recommend himself, and then took the task with his brothers to get rid of these defeated men who endangered the countryside.

I nodded, Winston's judgment was reasonable, and these deserters were not stupid, persimmons picked up soft pinches, lords searched for the weakest provocation, and most of them had local guides present.

I let the stone statues rise high, and in the direction of the village of Lanti, there is indeed a hidden view of the fire and black smoke, it seems that these bandits have just attacked the village and are still on their way home.

And they are now ambushing on the hills of our official road, and I'm afraid they've seen our carriage from high ground, trying to catch another ticket.

The white horses of luxurious cars and pullers are simply symbols of the great nobility, and those warriors of mixed pace and equipment are obviously mercenaries and, taken together, a fine piece of fat.

“I'll go, quickly solve the hurry, and I almost got the skeletons and the zombies, as ex-professional soldiers, they shouldn't let me down. ”