The city of Godram underwent another purge, and the Serisians, who had stabilized the war, soon began to adopt their familiar process of purging an unstable city in the occupied territory.

Li Yanlong, as the son of a general, especially this general is also the next governor of the thirteen districts of Yingzhou, although he has never eaten pork, he has seen how pigs run since he was a child.

He is too familiar with this routine, first appeasing the people, and then controlling the real power figures in the city, conducting large-scale searches, rewarding reports, supervising each other, and implementing joint sittings on the street, etc.

Even the female warrior Vittoria began to look at Li Yanlong differently, and his demeanor in dealing with the corruptor with a cold face was very similar to his general's father.

Even the assassin Fan Li could not be as light as Li Yanlong, and Fan Li expressed his resolute opposition to some obviously unreasonable temporary regulations.

For example, if the corrupt person is found to be corrupt, the system of joint sitting is implemented, and the entire street is punished for not reporting it, and he resolutely refuses to accept it.

"We are dealing with a rebel city, they are on the opposite side of us at the most critical moment, you have to understand that efficiency and speed and deterrence are much more important than fairness and justice at this time." Li Yanlong didn't even have time to clean up his armor, and hung a piece of his body: "The lost popularity and support can be slowly made up for in the next few years, if one generation fails, it will be two generations, but once we miss a real enemy, there may be no next generation in this city." ”

Because chaos will slowly corrupt the city from the bottom, just like Anthony Grand Harbor, but Li Yanlong's experience comes entirely from reality.

When Yingzhou had just returned to Shun, the policy of the new Huaxia military was generally to suppress the first rebellion, and the second rebellion was under military control.

It's hard for you to believe that most of the hearts of the people of Yingzhou are towards the local governors of Xinhuaxia, because those governors are really doing their best to prevent the tragedy from happening, and by the way, keep their positions under their ass.

A governor who has failed three times in a row, has already been characterized as a loser, and he will never have a chance to find his place in a similar position again.

"He's right, I won't allow anything related to chaos to appear in the city again!" Miss Elizabeth gritted her teeth in support of Li Yanlong, the fox lady who had heard some news about Anthony Grand Harbour and had nightmares for a long time.

She would rather be a mascot lord with no real power from now on, rather than accept Godrim City becoming a city full of tentacles and carrion.

"You're the lord, and you're in charge." The assassin Fan Li felt that he was a little redundant, he was born as a policeman, and the values of the second generation of the military were completely different, because one of them was in the country all the year round, and they were all citizens of New China, and they had to serve with a smile to see who was the uncle, while the other was in the occupied area, and whoever was a turtle grandson, and who was not good at laughing was beaten.

Demon hunter Heminsk returns to Godrim City covered in blood, where he finds a strange sense of belonging.

In the Old World, the demon hunters who walked the world were like a plague, no one wanted to communicate with them, even the noble lords who were protected by the demon hunters kept their distance from them as much as possible.

Because what they bring is always bad news: "Sorry, lord, I found some bad news in your territory, probably Chaos. ”

Such a statement can be a nightmare for a lord with little money, because the result of this sentence can be the complete disappearance of a village, the death of people and animals, and sometimes the loss of land.

"That's right, after the lord, not only can you not move people in, you can't farm, you can't graze, but you also have to be responsible for not letting anyone get close to it, and completely seal it off." One of the demon hunters said, "This is a certificate from Kell Mohan, with which you can buy holy water at a cheap price in the church and use it to seal it off, well, you say the deadline?" Probably 80 years, 80 years from now I'll come back and see what's going on inside, and if the land is decontaminated, your grandson should be able to reuse that land. ”

"What? You don't have any offspring? Then I'll come back in eighty years' time, and see who is in charge of the land then, and let him know. "Of course, if the demon hunter who said this had not died in a corner after eighty years, he would have come back to inspect the land, and if the pollution had disappeared, he would take a contract that could already be called an antique and tell some lord who did not know the truth that the forbidden land could be used again.

Why does the reputation of demon hunters be bad? On the one hand, because most of the work they handle is dirty, and the chaos worshippers hidden within human civilization are often difficult to identify, such as a seemingly innocent child and a charming woman, so in the eyes of many people, demon hunters are cold-blooded and ruthless executioners.

On the other hand, their lives are long, and after the first hundred years, most demon hunters lose interest in befriending humans again, and gradually become silent in the process of chivalry, preferring to be misunderstood rather than explained.

But in the Far South, no one could misunderstand him, and every warrior who passed by in Heminsk looked at him with respect and kindness, most of them were too tired to even lift their hands, but these people saw this man in delicate leather armor go against the tide of chaos beasts into the Black Forest.

In the Far South, the threat of chaos is no secret, and most of those who have survived to this day understand that their lives are at stake, but they do not realize that this threat is different from other threats.

After all, the Far Southerners had been threatened by Greenskins and Warcraft on a daily basis, and the hard life had given them the will to persevere.

Heminsk hadn't met such a friendly look in many years, and he couldn't help but sit down in an open space behind the breastwork, the previous battle had consumed a lot of his physical strength, although not to the point where he couldn't walk, but he just wanted to sit here.

The warriors on both sides lazily moved their buttocks, made way for him, and reached out to hand over a leather wine jug: "The good wine issued by the old man Seris can relieve fatigue." ”

Hemensk showed a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time, reached out and took it over, and took out a delicate small flask from his arms: "Dwarven spirits, good wine from my hometown, try it instead?" ”