Each era has its own imprint, which is an objective fact that is not determined by personal opinions. In the feudal era of the Middle Ages, advocating bourgeois revolution was equivalent to death. If everyone advocated socialism, it was courting death.
In Ashe, the reason why the feudal feudal system and city-state are so deeply rooted, the core problem is the cruel natural environment, the weak need to rely on the strong to survive.
There are many fierce monsters in the wild, and they are always in a cruel natural cycle. If they live in the wild, it means putting themselves in the cycle of the food chain. In most cases, ordinary humans can only become food.
A group of ordinary wild wolves can carry a family of six, and a group of wild wolves is probably not worth a winter wolf monster, and a group of winter wolves are just the livestock of the frost giants. When the winter is approaching , White dragons generally love the excessive food and grass stored by the frost giants and the warm caves, and they will also use the original owner frozen in ice as a backup ration.
Of course, social reality will change, sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. Although manpower has its limits, some people can change the world little by little.
Sound contradictory? In a certain world, the discoveries and inventions of "scientists" such as Darwin and Bruno have gradually announced that the era of ignorance is coming to an end, and the birth of magic technology, the popularization of element users, and the power of the law are not also in the process. Gradually weakening the gap between the strong and the weak, and the fall of the divine power of the Holy Light also announced the end of the natural kingship in another sense.
Well, someone has probably noticed that this series of changes has something to do with someone, and he really made a big chess game.
"Some things can only be done, not said. When the time comes, what should come will come, and when the time comes, the fool who shouts 'it is coming, all the crowns are about to fall to the mortal world' will only be turned by the wheels of history. Crushed by myself."
For a long time, someone just did it and didn't say it. He knew that some things could only be taken for granted. He never had any plans to shout slogans and become the mortal enemy of the kings in his life. world.
Someone just hopes that by planting some seeds, after his death, the ever-increasing productivity and social trends will make the world a better place.
But at least for now, the changes in this world are still lackluster, and there will be no less troubles.
"Robbers? How can there be robbers this season? This is the official way."
I am afraid that the most surprised to learn this news is the trio from Northland.
"... Maybe it's better to put it another way, the rebels, Marquis Stanley's rebels. They started fighting again after hearing the news a few days ago."
Old Barton, who used to be a mercenary, is now a bar owner. How could he not know such news.
"Rebellion at this time? This is a holy war! A just war involving the entire race."
Mary, who had just arrived in the Principality of Sasha, was very surprised, but judging from her speech, what she knew was probably the written information.
"It is said that the Marquis is a devil believer, and his flag has the symbol of the evil snake head that devours the skull. The lords of the church have long ruled it as a heresy, but they have no spare energy to crusade enemies so far away."
The gargoyle's vision is far beyond that of ordinary scouts. After a little bit of information, you can get some helpless new news. After sharing the information with several leaders, disputes and discussions continued in the carriage.
"Is the devil intervening this time? It can't be our friendly army this time."
This kind of thing has happened a lot in the past few years. Humans are not such a strong species, especially those lazy nobles who are in high positions only because of their bloodlines. They have a lot of desires, want to live forever, and want to gain stronger power If you want to gain a higher status, "Devil's Temptation" and "Devil's Great Whisper" were only metaphors in the past, but now they are real threats.
Invaders from other planes need strongholds, sacrifices, and enough souls, especially after the abyss master of the lower plane disappeared, many great lords fell in love with this once-in-a-lifetime carnival, the activity of demon worshipers and cultists The degree is at least a hundred times higher than that of ten years ago, and the youth and strength gained through sacrifice have allowed more "people" to embark on this seemingly shortcut of no return.
Marquis Stanley, the powerful nobleman of the Duchy of Sasha, raised the flag of treason not long ago, whether there is a real devil behind it, or it is just used to intimidate his cowardly subordinates to follow him, he depicted on his military flag. With the mark of the devil, it is obvious that he no longer regards himself as a servant of the ordinary human camp and Sasha's subordinates.
Naturally, the Principality dispatched a crusade army with the eldest son of the Grand Duke as the hand, and summoned several nobles to fight it. This seems to have happened last winter. The two sides have already fought more than a dozen small and medium battles, and there has been no difference. win or lose.
And this has little to do with us. After all, the main battlefield is the territory of the big lord, and it is still a long way from us. As long as there is a war, there will definitely be defeated troops and deserters. The harm of these guys is even ordinary bandits. above.
If these defeated generals and deserters fled back to their hometowns, most of them would end up being hanged directly. If they were deserters of the rebel army, they would have several more wanted orders on their bodies, and even ordinary cities would not dare to go.
Such a group of semi-professional fighters also have to eat. In the face of the pressure of survival, they have basically no lower limit. The best way to support themselves is to become bandits and rob the caravans of the past.
Under normal circumstances, only when the civil war is over can the victors have the energy to start clearing the deserters, but now the civil war has been fought for more than half a year without any results, and it is still too early to end.
The scale of the war is not large, and the total number of people participating in the war is less than 100,000. In front of me, who is used to epic wars, it can only be regarded as a small fight, but even such a small fight can create hundreds of deserters. , and a bandit group composed of dozens of deserters is already the tragedy of small villages and small caravans.
Perhaps, this is the sadness of being born in this era, the sadness of mortals.
"They have dozens of ordinary people in their hands. They should be prisoners. Many people were injured. Are there any villages nearby?"
"...There is a village called Lanti on the map. There are only about a hundred households. Dozens of professional soldiers can definitely take it."
"A nearby lord? He didn't send troops to suppress the bandits?"
"It seems to be a second-generation knight who donated money. He has just arrived in office, and the guards with only a few dozen people under him may not have time to respond. Even if they respond, they may not fight. It seems that there are locals among them."
As a professional mercenary who has been in the vicinity for nearly 30 years, the quasi-legendary Winston still knows something about the surrounding lords. After all, this is also the most common employer of "powerful" mercenaries like him.
It is the duty of every lord to maintain the safety of his own territory. If other lords do it for him, it is equivalent to declaring war, but if he is not strong enough, he must take the lead. It is a matter of course to hire some trustworthy mercenaries.
And if he hadn't already received this task, he would definitely go to the knight lord himself to recommend himself, with a sense of justice, and then take the task and take his brothers to get rid of these defeated troops who harmed the village.
I nodded, Winston's judgment was reasonable, and these deserters weren't stupid either.
I asked the gargoyle to look into the distance. In the direction of Lanti Village, I could see the light of fire and black smoke faintly. It seemed that these bandits had just attacked the village and were still on their way home.
And they are now ambushing on the hilltop of the official road that we must pass through. I am afraid they also saw our carriage from a high place, and they want to catch up on the way.
The luxurious carriages and the white horses pulling the carts are simply symbols of the great aristocracy. Those warriors with chaotic steps and uneven equipment are obviously mercenaries, and they add up to a piece of good fat.
"I'll go, quickly solve the problem and hurry. It happens that there are almost skeleton soldiers and zombies on hand. As a former professional soldier, they should not let me down."