Tobyby?a...... There seems to be some familiar name.

Yu Zecheng seemed to have thought of something, but familiar is familiar, he really can't remember the people and things that this name represents.

As a veteran player who has entered this world twice, Yu Zecheng could only smile and nodded: "Good afternoon, two." ”

The little steppe elf still stared at him, as if he was thinking of something, and seemed to confirm something: "Dorothy, I seem to have seen you there, sir." ”

Yu Zecheng thought for a while, and then could only smile apologetically: "I can't remember, maybe it's just a glimpse on the street." ”

“…… Maybe. The steppe elf woman named Tobiby smiled and nodded, her long hair held back with a hairpin, "You haven't told me your name yet." ”

Yu Zecheng thought about it for a while, and finally gave a name: "Friedrich." ”

"Friedrich, sir, you have a good name. Tobiby said with a smile.

Yu Zecheng smiled - this is a cold joke, Friedrich represents the name of the Mad King, which seems to be a name that can be called a curse, and no aboriginal with no brain in the water will give himself or his descendants this name, and only the player...... But even if it's a player, it's a little bit of a scruple, after all, it's not comfortable to be hostile to the aborigines.

"I really, like I've seen you somewhere, Mr. Friedrich. The little guy named Dorothy said.

And her female companion tugged at her hand: "Honey, we're leaving." ”

“…… All right. ”

One last glance at Yu Zecheng, the little guy said goodbye to her companion Yu Zecheng and turned to leave.

Yu Zecheng took a breath, lowered his head and listened to his heartbeat.

A sound, like a bell.

Two sounds, like a twilight drum.

Three sounds, Yu Zecheng raised his head, not minding that he suddenly turned into a butler sitting on the back of a war horse, and sorted out the collar of his armor, and the soldiers around him were walking on the street, just like the bloody wind of the Fourth Open Era.

The gallows along the streets were littered with the corpses of the rebels, both natives and foreigners, and more often than not, the nobles who used their arms as chariots.

"Steward Qian, you should persuade Your Majesty. A middle-aged man rode a horse to Yu Zecheng's side, a one-eyed man, wearing battle armor, but he did not change his gentlemanly nature: "The resisters do deserve to die, but those children ......"

"General, the descendants of the rebels will also be rebels, just like the descendants of the nobles will also be the nobles, since they have the so-called blue blood in their bodies, then they should be made to pay for it, this is a war, a war that will change the future of this world, not the tea party that you and I once attended. Yu Zecheng said with a smile, as he had answered.

"Money steward, we shouldn't push everyone against us. The middle-aged man seemed to be struggling on the edge of morality and ideals.

"Do you think that if we give them love and hugs, they will be our friends, General, it is difficult for humans to understand each other, please understand this in any case. Yu Zecheng shook his head.

Miller Dora, a true gentleman, a noble knight, a knight of the Engels family served his lord until his legion was completely lost under the attack of the coalition forces...... "General Miller, believe me, there is no possibility of peace between us and them, only killing can settle all hatreds and resentments. ”

Yu Zecheng stretched out his hand and patted the middle-aged man.

The latter sighed, nodded, and finally took control of the horse and retreated.

Yu Zecheng also sighed, in recent times, he has always fallen into such a trap of will identification, he must be the same as before, perfect reproduction of the past plot, otherwise the malicious mind body named 'Friedrich von Engels' will grow stronger and stronger.

Too much pain, too little gain.

Every appraisal is a torment for Yu Zecheng.

Because he has seen too much pain, too much regret, seen friends who are like brothers and sisters fighting on the battlefield because of differences in positions, seen lovers who love each other fighting to the death because of different ideas, and even seen noble and despicable people come together for the same dream.

Since he was young, Yu Zecheng dreamed of being able to make the world unified, because no matter how good the reality is, there is also a little injustice.

And when I got older and saw too many alien civilizations walking on the wrong path, I realized that the injustice in my eyes had been fair in most cases.

So, there is a world to stand with like-minded people and change the world.

It's a pity that in the end, all friends, as well as all enemies, are just pawns in the eyes of the nobles.

The more powerful the Mad King's army became, the more despicable villains joined it, and the noble people were either squeezed out or persecuted to change their courts, and those speculators only knew how to boast, and they couldn't even arrange their troops.

They wanted to reap the fruits of victory, and they thought that they would get more if they came early, but they didn't expect that each other came too early, and even if they cut down the fruit trees, they could only harvest some sour and astringent fruits.

Yu Zecheng sighed, the scenery beside him had changed, it was no longer a young man in fresh clothes with a sword, and in front of him, the former nobleman, now the mad king, had gone completely crazy, he gave an order to execute all the prisoners of war and civilians in the city, and transfer their corpses into a legion of the living dead.

In the end, Qian Zhijiang, as a housekeeper, could only choose to assassinate his master.

Because he is no longer his master, Friedrich of the Engels family is dead, and all that remains in this world is the poor man whose mind has been twisted by killing and suffering.

It turns out that this world is really like what the sages said, revolution is not a dinner party, this is not an afternoon tea party, and it is not a happy performance, but a chorus that requires everyone to be united, and no one can escape.

Let me carry it all for him.

When Friedrich's head fell, Qian Zhijiang released the last steppe elf slaves and told them to take the mad king's head to surrender outside the city, while he took his master's corpse and fled the city through the secret passage.

Then he buried it on the mountainside, with no tombstones, no prayers, and no one to cry for him, only to fall apart under that banner.

Yu Zecheng took a breath, lowered his head and listened to his heartbeat.

A sound, like a bell.

Two sounds, like a twilight drum.

Three sounds, the things in front of Yu Zecheng seemed to be fading, and just when the image on the street was distorted to the extreme, the figure of the girl named Dorothy suddenly appeared in the corner of his eye.

"Mr. Friedrich, what's wrong with you. She asked.

Just like when he first entered this game, he was in his prime and had a chance encounter with her small and cute on the street.

There were no words, no smiles, just the most casual glances.

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