It was a lackluster story, and few people knew how Esso, who stood at the top of the world, embarked on this bumpy road.
As not many people know, after the ancient troll empire, before the glory of the elves, there was a thousand years of time, belonging to a country that has died out in history - the Republic of Tucker.
Republic? Yes, it was a country of runaway slaves, peasants who lost their arable land, and craftsmen who had nothing, a country that was rare in history without a ruling class.
And the reason why he was not recorded in history, perhaps, is that he is a kingdom of undead and magic.
Esso F. Millanton, a slave has no surname. This name was obtained after he was freed. Among them, Millanton was the surname of the priest who saved him, and F was the special mark of the Republic, representing the "Free Slaves".
Yes, the mighty Esso the Great, he was once a humble slave born.
"I was born to serve the troll master. When I grow up enough, when I become a ration, my life will be valuable."
In the face of the troll race whose personal strength, racial talent, and educational level are all higher than those of their own monks, human beings have become cattle and sheep. .
Even after more than a thousand years, many trolls still maintain the hateful cannibal customs, and the relationship between ogres and trolls needs no research at all.
Slaves, servants, objects, spare rations, this is Esso's predetermined life, since childhood. Esso was indoctrinated with this concept. He also once regarded this as his own existence value. until one day…
"Don't eat my mother! Damn monster!"
And when the troll master planned to turn his mother into mincemeat, perhaps the rebellious spirit in his bones remained, or perhaps it was the most basic instinct to protect the mother, even if the wolf and "common sense" told him that "human beings are eaten "This is a matter of course, being eaten is the fate of the entire human race, and he still acts instinctively.
He picked up the meat chopper, chopped off Master Walker's head with a knife behind him, and sprinkled kerosene on him. Ignite it, turning it into a flaming torch, completely eliminating his regeneration ability.
In an age where a grown-up troll can kill ten grown-ups at will, it's a heroic feat, but it's not the gratitude of his family and the reverence of his own kind...
"Why did you do this! Why did you kill Master Walker! What did you tell us to do? We'll all be killed before we get fat, no, we'll starve to death if we don't have feed!"
If you attack an owner who is abusing pets, you might be the first to bite. Instead, the rescued pets themselves have been enslaved for years and generations. Leave these blank-brained humans and pets no different.
As a result, Esso, who saved his mother, was instead rejected and roared by his own clan, and was finally tied to the meat board, ready to be used as a sacrifice to appease the troll master.
but…
"Kill them all, hang them on the square to dry and make feed!"
Even if the murderer has already been executed, how could the slave group who killed the slave owner be forgiven, otherwise, if this ethos spreads, the foundation of the entire society will be shaken.
And the vicious slave owner, even before the execution, deliberately put Esso in the same room with his own people, and maliciously disclosed the news that everyone would die because of him, so Esso was the first to hang up the next day. When he was hanged on the gallows, he had more than 100 wounds all over his body, and he also lost one of his eyes and one foot.
Not only did slave owners encounter resistance? How could the domesticated cattle, sheep and pigs resist? They would only shed tears at the butcher knife, and then obediently put them on their necks.
Esso's family didn't protect him? The one who took his right eye was the mother he desperately defended, the one who broke the right hand he used to resist was his father, and his feet were used as the last meal by the hungry clansmen.
When human beings themselves do not regard themselves as human beings, it is a pity, a pity, ridiculous, hateful, pitiful...
Before Esso was finally hanged on the rope, he stared at his numb clansman with a bruised and swollen one eye, but there was no resentment for his fellow clan and fear of death in his heart. The only thought was:
"What a pity..."
And when the noose kept tightening, Esso still did not face the fear of death, but there were a few more objects of sympathy and pity.
"It turns out that it is not only you who are pitiful, I am also pitiful. No, it should be said that humans are pitiful."
Before he lost his last consciousness, the target was a black flag flying not far away. It was a strange flag with a black hand holding an oil lamp, and under the flag, there were a group of people dressed in black.
"Child, are you alright?"
And when he wakes up, he finds himself rescued by a group of strangers who call themselves "Black Will", a group of strange guys.
They told Esso that humans were not born to be food for trolls, they told Esso that everyone has a responsibility to fight for their own survival, they told Esso that ogres and trolls are not invincible Yes, they told Esso that not everyone has the courage to fight, they are here for him!
And the black robes gave the young Esso a choice, or continue to stay with their clan, they will find a relatively safe valley life for him, and the other option is to join them.
Finally, he glanced at his family, which was mixed with fear and confusion. How could the natural wolf and tiger be in the same room as the cattle and sheep, Esso chose the latter without hesitation.
"Idiot! We are the justice!"
After that, the black will has become accustomed to using this sentence to deal with the numb clan. This seemingly angry roar is full of hope, hoping that the clan will eventually wake up.
But many times, what they get is a dazed reward. If they insist on pulling 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 a cow and sheep.
And after. It has been a bloody struggle for hundreds of years. The slaves have no will to fight. No matter how fat they are, they are 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, and they don't have the weapons to fight, and the situation is very difficult.
And their opponents are the winners of the jihad. The troll countries that spanned the entire continent, the witchcraft, curses, and magic handed down are at the top of the world, and the "black will" has only its own soul and flesh and blood, and of course, it must change at all costs All this obsession.
But in the plane of Ashe where the soul is the source of power, it is enough to have soul, flesh and blood, and obsession.
Yes, they can't get precious magic knowledge and magic materials, and they can't become wise mages. Neither hunters nor rangers are possible without the hunting skills passed down through the ages. It is very difficult to eat, run and sleep well, and it is difficult for a poor or even malnourished body to become a good warrior. The true god of trolls is the main god at that time, not to mention priests and holy warriors who have obtained divine grace. Mysterious Druids are still elves patent, but there is a profession, but only soul and flesh are enough.
Yes, that is the necromancer, the villain who plays with soul and flesh. Not many people know that it used to be a profession that represents the hope of the entire human race.
Perhaps it was the whims of the demons, or a private trick of a certain death god, part of the knowledge of the undead magic from the ancient demons fell into the hands of the black will, and quickly spread to all the rebels.
The pitch-black lantern-bearer battle flag of the black will came because of this. They were just guides who still insisted on the beacon in their hearts in this pitch-dark night.
The same goes for Esso, who was twelve when he became a Dark Knight practicing undead magic...
Alliance with elves, exchanged precious magical knowledge from those pesky long ears, divided troll nations, provoked civil wars and divisions among trolls, used evil blood sacrifices to please non-troll true gods, and gave birth to the first batch of dark warriors, Forming an alliance with the dragon and becoming a dragon knight, he walked step by step.
When the epic legend was unfolded, and after countless wars, all the companions of the year had been turned into corpses, and the companions fell one by one, and the pitch-black battle flag finally fell on his shoulders.
Esso F. Millanton, the third consul of the Tucker Republic, served for one hundred and seventy-two years, yes, when the long race war finally ended, that reckless boy had turned into an immortal. The Lich King.
The Republic takes pride in practicing undead magic. The boundary between life and death has long been broken. Undead magic even extends to civilian technology. In their most prosperous period, they even had three-digit demigod-level undead, and they had the power to challenge the gods. , but they shouldn't, they shouldn't have developed the perfect undead conversion technology.
When all the living can easily be transformed into the dead to obtain endless lifespan, when the citizens of the entire United States are only increasing, the cycle of reincarnation has obviously been broken, which has obviously set foot on the taboos of the gods.
Then disaster came. The original magic teacher and the elf family of allies suddenly attacked their capital, and the forbidden spell directly turned it into a huge gap, that is, the wonder that has been forgotten the reason for its name "Scar of Betrayal" ".
The republic without the protection of the gods became the public enemy of all races overnight, all the cities were under siege, the dark warriors lost their gods, the dragons suddenly left in a strange way, and only the necromancers could still fight (death knights) was not born), the heads of state of the United States are not inferior to the elf sages, and it is not that they are not without the power of a war.
But this time, they encountered natural enemies, and the elves and sages made a new discovery. A special golden energy and bells can make the undead go silent directly. Yes, that is the prototype of holy light.
But fortunately, no, perhaps it should be said that unfortunately, there is a undead archmage who found a way to open the door of the plane and successfully linked the plane with negative energy, which is the first few discovered. plane of death.
Facing the irresistible enemy, the last blood of the Republic escaped into the plane of death. Facing the high concentration of negative energy that the living could not survive, the perfect undead transformation technology worked again, and all the living chose to incarnate the dead. .
The betrayal of the elves, the betrayal of the dragons, the conspiracy of the gods, the undead magic that once represented glory and freedom, the source of the holy light that played a disgraceful role, when these factors are combined, it is not difficult for this history to be "forgotten" Understood.
Missing the homeland? Hatred of traitors? Nostalgia for the tribe? Or simply unwilling to be forgotten, and unwilling that the Republic was lost in history for the first time, so Esso did not hesitate to incarnate himself as a bridge for the family to return home, but handed over this experience and memory to the younger generation, As the last trace of his existence, perhaps, it is also to let the younger generation know the forgotten country and justice.
The endless door to the void was opened, and the undead poured in like a tide. The undead of the six planes were different in form and race, but they came from a place, the Tak Republic that had been forgotten for thousands of years.
Today, the Forsaken are back, holding up their lantern flags and shouting out the same deafening roar.
"Idiot, we are just!"