The mad cow stands like a statue on top of a cliff and stares out to sea, and in the bay below the cliff, thousands of warriors of the mad bull tribe are sorting out the clothes of the sleepers.

That's what they called the strangers, the Sleepers, who were only a few dozen at first, but this sudden slumber spread like a plague to the entire group of strangers.

It was only when it was determined that the disease would only spread among the alien communities that the rebels breathed a sigh of relief, and for the first few days, the rebels, who had been living a hard life, ventured into the territory of the aliens and happily scavenged the equipment from the sleepers.

But as the number of the Sleepers grew, and even after the Mad Bull hadn't seen a sober alien for a long time, even the most greedy rebel warrior fell silent.

Regardless, they are still human, and when faced with the extinction death of their own kind, all of them feel a chill called the cold of their lips and teeth.

Soon the first of the sleeping aliens began to die, and a large number of corpses were rotting in the cities and in the wilderness, and in order to avoid the plague, Mad Cow and Abraham had to start cleaning up the corpses left behind by the strangers.

In the northern part of the New World, the territories of the aliens and the rebels are intertwined, and as a force that has sprung up in recent years, many aliens have also joined the rebels in the process and fought for freedom.

Some of them were not just comrades-in-arms, they even found their true love in the rebel army, formed a family, and now it is all buried.

"May you be born free and dignified in the next life." The shaman of the Raging Bull tribe walked along the coastline, stepping over one sleeper after another and corpses, sprinkling powder of various incense mixtures on them: "Some of you have fought for this world, and some of you have committed unspeakable crimes, but today it is all dust, dirt and dirt, and clean roads. ”

As soon as the shaman passed, warriors from different tribes pushed the corpses into the sea, sending them away with the waves.

This scene plays out everywhere, and in the distance, carts full of sleepers are being pulled by pack beasts, and a body belonging to the player is piled up there, waiting for the tribesmen to place them on the seashore.

The entire coastline was bathed in solemnity, and many of the tribesmen were numb, having seen more corpses than living in the past few days.

Farther in the cities, the rebels had to travel farther to carry the scattered Sleepers, who would take away their equipment, which would soon equip other Rebel soldiers.

It's just that the U.S. imperialist players themselves are not very mixed, and a lot of the equipment itself was sold to them by the rebel army at the beginning, and now it has been returned to its original owner.

Even so, the American imperialists left an unimaginable legacy to the rebel army, with hundreds of cities of considerable size, a mature industrial system, a road network far beyond the current size of the rebel army, and so on.

And the only thing that the rebel army can report to the American imperialist players is a solemn farewell ceremony.

Abraham, who had been promoted to the rank of Legendary Mage, already had his own Mage Tower at this time, and it was also the only Mage Tower in the rebel army, unlike the Mage Towers of those legendary mages under the Witch King, Abraham's Mage Tower was larger and closer to a magic academy in nature.

For the last thirty years, Abraham has been working to train the rebels' own spellcasters, and even further, hoping to train free-spirited spellcasters to break into the group of spellcasters who rule the New World.

It's just a pity that so far the students sent by Abraham to the Witch King system have all betrayed him without exception.

Abraham can only regret that the more intelligent the person, the more egoistic tendencies he has, and when faced with the Witch King system with knowledge reserves and magic resources, those well-qualified rebel spellcasters have chosen to choose in their favor.

Despite this, Abraham did not stop educating the next generation, and he did not worry that the betrayers would betray his position as the Mage Tower, as it was no secret to the Witch King.

Abraham knew for a long time that the Witch Kings did not want their own lives, and after becoming a legendary mage, he became more and more aware of how powerful the Witch Kings really were, and they kept their own lives and the Mad Cow's lives just as an after-dinner pastime.

At this time, gathered around Abraham were hundreds of American imperialist players, and these people were extremely lucky enough to give up everything in the real world to enter the game world before they encountered an accident.

Many of them woke up on their way to the sea and were brought back by the rebels, while others came to the game world and heard that Abraham was providing refuge to all the strangers.

It was with these people that Abraham was able to figure out exactly what had happened to these strangers and what kind of energy chaos had.

"From now on, you will no longer be aliens, you are part of us, and I and the entire rebel army will receive you with open arms." Abraham stood in the center of the crowd and comforted them like a father: "Whatever your previous status, we will treat you as brothers, and we will do what we can to provide food, shelter, and work." ”

These American imperialists sat quietly in their seats, looking at Abraham with grateful eyes.

"But from now on, you must also obey our laws and respect our customs." Abraham looked at these people who had experienced despair: "As a precaution, you will be placed alone outside the Academy of Magic for the time being, and I will need some time to ensure that the power that destroys your world does not spread with you here." ”

Abraham's words caused some commotion among the American imperialists, who were in reality mostly managerial classes, who in reality may be the perpetrators of all evils in front of the slaves, but they were the most obedient servants in front of the more authoritative people, and Abraham was clearly more authoritative than most governors.

They would accept all of Abraham's demands and carry them out obediently.

"Master Abraham, there is a message from Your Excellency Mad Cow that you need to deal with personally." A middle-aged man in a white robe knocked on the door and whispered to Abraham, "The people of the Raging Bull tribe have encountered a ship at sea that they have never seen before, and they say that the ship is from the Old World. ”

"Very well, I see, you can appease these gentlemen and ladies." Abraham smiled and left the room.