What is a "nation"?

What is "nationalism" again?

Roland had been interested in these two issues before he crossed over, and remembered that Benedict Anderson, a well-known contemporary scholar and political scientist, had written a book entitled "Imagined Communities" devoted to the study of these issues. Roland doesn't fully agree with Benedict Anderson's definition of nation and nationalism www.biquge.info but he is sure of one thing - if a nation has not produced heroes, or if there have been recognized heroes but are stigmatized, then it is not a real nation, and even if it was once tyrannical, it will eventually disintegrate, become a mess, or even vendetta against each other.

In many cases, people's national complexes are condensed in the vivid images engraved in the historical gallery, compatriots from all over the world do not know each other, but as long as they talk about national heroes who are familiar with each other, they will quickly close the distance and arouse consensus.

What is national consensus? This is the national consensus!

"Yes, and Igor......" Seeing those heroes who have become legends appear before his eyes, and recalling their glorious achievements, Vigraf could not help but burst into tears, choking up and repeating Roland's words: "They are all national heroes of our Kitlanders!" ”

"Calm down, my friend." Roland smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "I don't want to fly into the sky on a crying red dragon." ”

Kitland City has been founded for nearly a century, in this long hundred years has indeed given birth to countless heroes, especially six wars against the invasion of orcs, each major battle will be accompanied by heroic stories that can be sung and cried, tens of thousands of martyrs have been sacrificed, most of them have been in safe rest, only those undead who are particularly strong in spirit and have a reluctant attachment to their homeland can be transformed into ghosts, the total number is only three or four hundred, at first glance it seems that the mixed brigade of dragons and gargoyles on the Grande side is not dominant, In fact, on the contrary, this fierce battle that broke out in the air was doomed from the beginning.

Wraiths can retain all of their memories, professional abilities, and even spell abilities, and that's not the most terrifying, and the wraiths themselves have many powerful supernatural abilities, such as Corrupt Gaze, Corrupt Touch, Absorb Touch, Terror Roar, Soul Appearance, Possession, and Manifestation...... One of the most noteworthy is the ability to "manifest". Spirits themselves belong to spirits, but they can return to the main material world by "manifesting", at which point they are no longer spirits but voids, unless the other party has a "Nether Weapon" or "Force Field Weapon", other magic and magic weapons have only half the chance to damage them at most, and as for weapons without enchantment, it is impossible to damage ghosts at all.

Whether it is a flying dragon or a gargoyle, although the flesh is strong, the minions are not enchanted weapons, and they are attacked by a large group of ghosts, and they are simply a group of meat targets flying in the air, and they have no power to fight back.

Wraiths can't use physical weapons in the virtual state, and it's difficult to directly inflict bleeding damage on creatures, but all the touch of ghosts is accompanied by a strong negative energy, which can weaken or even extract the attributes of creatures, whether it's strength, physique, agility, perception, intelligence, or charm, there are only two ends for any attribute to be drained - either die directly, or become a vegetative person and wait for death!

The trumpet sounds, guiding the spirits of Kitland's martyrs to reawaken and fight to defend their homeland and future generations.

A tornado of negative energy swept across the sky, and dragons and gargoyles fell like flies that had been electrocuted.

Roland leapt onto the back of Viglaf's transformed dragon and pulled out Durandal and swung forward, letting out a cry that made his cavalry boil for the second time today.

"Charge!"

Bloom rode a ferocious boar out of the ruins first, leading a hundred knights to the position, like a razor-sharp battle axe, cutting off the unclear goblin wolf cavalry and a small number of troll mixed forces, preventing them from storming the Kitlanders' camp.

Natasha did not miss the opportunity on the battlefield and immediately ordered the entire army to attack, and the totem warriors marched forward in unison, raising their battle axes and shouldering large shields, crushing and slashing all hostile creatures that stood in their way.

Roland rode on the back of the red dragon, squinted his eyes to adjust to the cold air flow in the sky, and then changed to the dreadnought riding spear, and pierced the throat of the two-legged wyvern flying from the opposite side with a volley, dragging a puff of blood mist to fall. Vigraf spewed out a breath of dragon's breath at the right time, burning the two gargoyles that followed the wyvern into charcoal.

The dragon and the dragon knight are certainly popular, but the protagonist of this air battle is still the martyr of Kitland, and Roland flew up to kill the enemy only by the way, mainly to say hello to his father-in-law.

"Mr. Igor, I didn't expect that we would meet here, and you and your companions saved the city once again, just as you did in your lifetime."

Igor's ghost smiled slightly, and floated over to hug Roland: "Young man, it was Mira and her two female companions who risked their lives to sneak into the underground cemetery and wake me up from my eternal sleep, all we do now is to fulfill the vow we made at the beginning, the dead will no longer fear death, and it is those brave girls who really deserve praise and tribute, my child, you don't have to worry about these monsters in the air, now Mira needs you more than me." ”

"You're right, then there will be a date later!"

"Go, I will bless you forever."

Roland patted the dragon on the back, and Vigraf turned around and flew towards the ruins of the Martyr's Tower.

At this time, the group of orc overseers near the Heroic Tower finally came to their senses, grabbed their weapons and cursed and rushed towards the tower, trying to round up Lyudmila and the others.

Nikita sneered and made a spell casting gesture, and a fireball blast down, blasting all the surrounding orcs away. Without waiting for the other war scourge to react, she grabbed Lyudmila and Veronica's hands, opened any door and disappeared into thin air.

In the next moment, the three ladies appeared on the back of the red dragon, looking at Roland and smiling together.

Roland was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his arms to meet him, hugged all three girls in his arms and hugged them hard, his voice trembling with excitement: "I am proud of you!" ”

Lyudmila quietly twisted under his ribs, and said shyly: "You can hold it, the claws are really long!" ”

"That...... Mr. Roland, Miss Lyudmila, Miss Nikita, and Miss Veronica...... I'm sorry to disturb you......" Poor Vigraf suddenly felt overwhelmed by the pressure, and had to remind the four men and women who were intimately embracing each other and having bad morals on his back: "If you don't go down quickly, I'm going to fall!" (To be continued.) )