01.
Hill stood in the village shrouded in thick fog, with corpses scattered about at his feet.
An old human man shook his golden beard and asked tremblingly, "Why do you want to kill people?"
"All we kill are damned people," said the dark elf Albrecht next to him.
It used to be a beautiful place, but it was poor and often ravaged by the surrounding nobles.
Later, a fallen mage lived here, and the fallen mage summoned a thick fog to cover the village, and the nobles lost their control over the place. The requirement of the fallen mage is to send him a baby every month, and send him a girl every few months—the former is for him to study spells, the latter is for his enjoyment, and the frequency of the latter depends on As for how long his girl can live under his hands.
The people in the village are happy to see this.
Because in this way, they only need to pay a relatively low price to avoid the cruel plunder of the nobles.
In the past, nobles would plunder their young men, rob their beautiful girls and their food, now they only need to pay this price to protect themselves, why not do it
During this period, some men tried to unite with others to resist this system because their lovers were selected, but they were immediately suppressed by the elders in the village.
"You are ruining this village, you..." the old man continued to say to Hill and Albrecht tremblingly.
Hill didn't know the situation in the village before, he just passed by and did it casually, but after seeing the old man's appearance, Hill also roughly understood something: "I thought I was saving."
"Too naive." The old man stomped his feet vigorously: "Even if a few people are killed, our village cannot be saved."
"I don't know that, because I'm only responsible for killing people," Albrecht said.
"You're right," Hill said, "You won't be able to save a village by killing a few bad guys, and you won't be able to save the world by killing hundreds or thousands of bad guys."
The old man didn't know why he suddenly said such a thing. Since he didn't know, he didn't want to delve into what he didn't know like many people, so he said again: "You..."
Hill waved his hand and interrupted him: "Since you guys like Corrupted Mage or Corrupted things so much, I'll give you another one. Don't worry, he will continue to protect you like the previous one."
Hill had no interest in going into the village to see, he waved his hand to make the place surrounded by mist again. In fact, the nobles outside had abandoned this area a few years ago, and they retreated further afield. But after so long, the people in the village didn't want to look outside, just like they didn't want to look outside their own hearts.
When Hill left the village, it began to drizzle outside. The light rain sprinkled on the vegetation, and the vegetation in this area quickly withered. Hill stretched out his hand to catch the rainwater, and felt the traces of magic energy above. I understand that this is because when I summoned the mist just now, because of my depression, the magic power overflowed, and the entire cloud layer was contaminated with the breath of the devil king. Under the influence of the devil's breath, most of the ordinary plants and trees in the human world will die, and a small part will live toward death and mutate into stronger species.
The black sheepskin boots stepped on a light purple bush, and Hill said to Albrecht next to him: "When we go back, let the dark church take over here, and the entire necromancer will take over. Force the villagers here to develop into believers."
"Which level?" Albrecht asked.
"Brainwashing level." Hill replied, "Oh... If there are people who try to resist in the middle, let them out and find something else for them to watch."
"Yes, my lord," said Albrecht.
"How do you feel about this?" Hill asked.
"It's hard to say." The dark elf said, "They probably chose a more appropriate method, but it's not the most appropriate. It may seem stupid to the people above... I don't know how to describe it."
"Well, of course they are not great, but they can't be called evil either. Those nobles are evil." Hill said.
"Ah, I seem to understand something when you say that," Albrecht said.
"This world is like this a lot of times—if the world is beautiful, then we will have the motivation to fight for it. If the world is ugly, then this will also give people the motivation to change the ugliness."
The gray-blue sky is constantly falling with rain, and the sky is quietly oppressing the world with its substantial weight.
"But the problem is that this world is neither beautiful nor ugly. Most people have only humanity. They don't have the courage to be kind, nor the spirit of cruelty. Under such circumstances, it is difficult for people to have the motivation to fight. "
When Hill said this, his expression was very quiet, and the rain curtain slanted and densely separated him from the world.
Albrecht suddenly wondered if he knew his king for a moment.
"But as Iron Man said," Hill laughs, "no matter what the world is, there's only one world, and we only have one world."
"Ah, yes." Albrecht bit the bullet and nodded.
02.
On the way to Famagusta, Hill made a detour to Cold Winter City. Grand Priest Lennon was seriously ill. Hill went to visit him and fulfilled his promise. He took Grand Priest Lennon away and prepared to Try to transform him into a daedra in the manner of a blood ghost. Forget about the Death Knight, but the Grand Scholar Lennon won't be able to survive.
There is no doubt that the blood ghost is an evil existence. The blood ghost ritual first needs 99 lives. For this reason, Hill brought up all the death row prisoners in Winter City, and made a special detour to fight for justice, and killed the 99 people. Got it all together.
Ice Emperor and the nobles under him all bid farewell to Grand Scholar Lennon. It was the first time that Grand Scholar did not spray Ice Emperor. He said in a very calm and natural tone that he might never be able to assist His Majesty again. I hope that when I am not around In time, His Majesty has a ruler in mind. But His Majesty is finally relieved, and no longer needs to be sprayed by me, an old guy.
Bingdi held the hand of the grand scholar and was speechless.
Hill watched this scene from the side. It has been almost three years since he came here. In fact, it was only three years, but he has seen and experienced a lot.
After bringing Grand Bachelor Lennon to Famagusta, Hill directly divided the several small towns that had been discussed with the Ice Emperor and Emperor Yulan into the jurisdiction of the Dark Holy See. Because Hill didn't know much about this, the few towns he was going to come to were not suitable for the development of the Dark Holy See. Monroe gave Hill a science education, and Hill blinked: "Then I will ask those kings to apply for a few cities? I don't think it's good... Or just use it?"
"Since you've said that..." Monroe went over there to put on his gloves after speaking halfway, and opened the parchment map, intending to explain it to Hill, "You can really find trouble for me."
"Hahaha."
"Not to mention the construction, but the radiation to the surroundings is a bit troublesome," Monroe said.
Hill smiled and said, "I like you."
"I want to say..."
"I like you," Hill said again.
"Okay." Monroe closed the map, took off his gloves, and accepted his fate: "I like you too."
Okay, I don’t want to listen to popular science in this area anymore, the plan is through.
When Monroe was about to hug Hill's shoulders, Hill smiled and put his hands on his chest: "Actually, there is one more thing, what do you know about blood ghosts..."
Monroe's complexion changed, and finally he sighed deeply, "You really are..."
"Challenging the limit of your patience?" Hill said, "Should paladins hate this?"
"It's not just the level of disgust." Monroe said, he was silent for a few seconds after he finished speaking: "But go on, what do you want to know?"
"I want to tell you that I plan to convert the grand maester Lennon of Mülheim into a blood ghost." Hill said.
Monroe's face changed slightly again, "You mean..."
"I thought your first reaction was why didn't I tell you something so important," Hill said.
"Uh... well, why didn't you tell me such an important thing?"
"I haven't told you that I'm courting King Eutin recently," Hill replied.
Monroe was speechless for a few seconds, and finally had to look at Hill with a helpless smile: "Are you trying to use this to get the Church of Light to take action against Milheim?"
"Yes, I want to discuss it with Ice Emperor and use Mülheim as bait next time. So I want to know what the Church of Light's attitude is towards the blood ghost. If it is announced that Grand Scholar Lennon has become a blood ghost Will the Church of Illuminati declare war on this?" Hill asked.
"Sixty percent chance, yes," Monroe said.
"Can you increase the probability?" Hill asked.
"Sacrifice Teresa, let Teresa directly declare war with the character design." Monroe said.
"Tsk... are you willing?" Hill looked at Monroe.
"I'm just raising a possibility that I personally don't support because Theresa has more utility," Monroe said.
"Ah, the answer is watertight." Hill couldn't help laughing, "Okay, I know this matter well. Then let's continue what we haven't finished just now."
"What?" Monroe didn't respond for a moment.
Hill grabbed Monroe's collar and kissed it, his voice was low: "I even took off my gloves, so let's take off some more."
Monroe put his hand on the back of Hill's head and kissed it deeper: "... I have been waiting for a long time."
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