Although Marin's warning was strong, there were still some people who saw that the change in the fat nobleman was too strong, and they took risks in order to recover their good past, and seven old women and two old men would come over that night, and they didn't know how to get into the military blockade and drink the undiluted No. 1 holy water.

Three of the camps had problems and drank too much, and as a result, they were wiped out on the spot, and when the rest were finally discovered, they had been turned into penitants who only knew how to repent.

Divine energy is not just an elixir, it can save people, but also judge those who are bold, and human beings, this kind of life, the longer they live, the more regrets and guilt in their hearts will be, after all, there are very few macho men in this world who can live as clear as a mirror, and everything they do is righteous or rare.

Eventually, His Majesty Mannheim had the families of these guys bring the people back, as for the Grey ...... Blown away by the wind and snow, only the clothes can be used as relics, representing their last memories in this world as people.

And with such a forerunner warning the future generations with an extremely tragic ending, Marin was pleased to find that no one dared to risk a sip again, and these holy waters were diluted into the second holy water and then transported to the southern defense line, the first batch of holy water saved at least hundreds of lives, although they had to withdraw from the battle sequence and wait for the end of the line period, but they were able to save their lives or boost the morale of the soldiers on the front line - the battle with the Nurgle Legion was originally a kind of life-giving work with their heads pinned to their belts, But now with holy water, as long as they don't die in the first place, they can be saved, and the soldiers no longer have to worry about their own lives, and they will become brave and fearless in battle.

Even some of the officers began to bravely stand on the front line, and their presence made the soldiers even more convinced that they would not die in this battle.

Courage is mutual, and this result makes Marin feel a little emotional—you see, as long as the supplies are in place and the soldiers are not sparing their lives, the balance of victory in the battle will automatically tilt in favor of the human side.

The story of Marlin turning an entire lake into holy water soon spread throughout the war zone, and soon the soldiers began to salute Marin, and every time Marlin brought his young men into battle, the soldiers became the most fearless soldiers, and today, Marin has even seen that when the wave of plague bringers broke through the line, those soldiers actually launched a counter-charge with bayonets smeared with holy oil.

No one called, no sergeant shouted, and the soldiers spontaneously stepped up and drove the plague messengers back alive with their guns and bayonets.

This made Marin very helpless - in order to protect these brave warriors, Marin always had to consume a lot of spiritual energy, and when facing those soldiers who died in battle, Marin could only completely purify them with his own hands.

Even so, the morale of the soldiers in these lines was still high, which made Marin feel a little ashamed of them, because Marin felt that he could not protect everyone.

Sitting next to the trenches, Marin lit a cigarette for himself, the soldiers in the area were resting, and the chaos attack would return at any point, and they needed to seize the free time between each breath to buy themselves a rest.

"Your Excellency Marin." An old officer walked up to Marin, he looked at Marin and smiled: "Thank you for coming, the morale of the lads is high. ”

"You're ......" Marlin couldn't see the nobleman's badge buckle on his body, and the wind-blown wounds on his face and the thick beard made him a little unrecognizable.

"Kades Hagelberry, a distant relative, and I have a cousin relationship with that old whitehead."

Oh, no wonder, you're also an albinist.

Marin smiled, Hagelberg's albinism was also known to Marin today, but it didn't look like Lulu was genetic: "Hello, Mr. Kades. ”

"Don't call me sir, Your Excellency, I'm your old Caedus, your holy water has saved at least a thousand people in my battle group in the past few days, just this battle, if it weren't for you to help the children treat, I would have to dispose of the three companies that launched a counter-charge...... Or rather, they could not have survived to the end of the battle. ”

"I just want to help you, I'm also selfish, you know, if you fight here for a day, the south will be safe for a day." Marin smiled and said honestly.

"But you're still genuinely helping us, aren't you?" The old man sat down beside Marin, took out a cigarette paper from his pocket, poured some tobacco from the cigarette pouch, rolled them up, sealed the cigarette paper with his saliva, reached out and took the torch that was going to be used to light the oil can, and lit it with it.

An old man and a young man smoked together, flicked the soot together, and watched the soot grow longer until it fell.

"Your Excellency Marin, you are so merciful."

"Really?"

Hearing this, Marin turned his head to look at the old man, who took the last small piece of cigarette butt in his hand and flicked it out.

"You are so merciful, you want to save everyone in the battlefield, but you don't think that this is the battlefield, you are a legend, but even if you are a god, it is impossible to save everyone...... Someone will die today, Your Excellency. Old Caeders said this, and after he finished speaking, he looked down at his wrinkled hands: "When I was young, I also wanted to be like a hero and save everyone...... But my strength does not support my dreams, the last time I died, I was only fourteen years old, at the height of the battle, my brothers and I were drafted, the first battle was a bloody battle against the plaguebringer, nine of our thirteen children died, and I killed my most beloved brother with my own hands, because he was about to transform ......"

With that, he looked up at Marin, who had no tears, but a steel-like resolute expression.

"We people in the northern kingdom are like this generation after generation facing sacrifice, in the face of the tide of death, the nobles and serfs have the same way of dying, maybe in the mouth of the northerners, our nobles are high, but have they ever thought about why after every tide of death, there will always be a large number of noble families extinct...... Because these families have exhausted all the men and women, and even the children have died on the battlefield. With that, he untied the small metal pot at his waist, turned the lid open, and took a small sip.

"I understand." Marin knows what this old man wants to say, there are indeed some rumors in Copenhagen recently, because he and Antoine are too close, and those factions in the military who don't like northernism are a little unhappy about this, of course, they don't say it explicitly, after all, Marin or Antoine are doing their best to win the war, even if Antoine is a northerner, the military faction is impossible to speak ill of him.

But some of the nobles still looked at him very unpleasantly, and Marin sometimes even wondered when the blade from his own man would be stabbed into Antoine's back.

So, after hearing these words from Kades, Marin also threw away the cigarette butt: "Are you here to tell me this as a messenger of the anti-northernist faction of the aristocracy?" ”

“…… Not really, Lord Marin. The old man shook his head, he unbuttoned the collar of his coat, and showed Marin the small Northernism badge in the collar inside: "I sympathize with them, and even I have donated money, you know, my wife died young, she failed to give birth to a child for me, and I ...... I can't forget her, she was the daughter of a small aristocratic family, with a younger sister and an older brother...... My brother and I are old friends, but last year the serfs rebelled, and my brother's children and grandchildren died among the rebels, and there were spellcasters and warlords who joined the serf rebellion, and I knew that those people were northernists...... You see, sir, is this what the Northerners call bloodshed and sacrifice? ”

Marin lit a second cigarette in silence.

"I know that they have no choice, it is impossible for the serfs to get out of their slavery, there is only a glimmer of hope if they start a rebellion, but ...... I have seen too many misfortunes, Lord Marlin, and I know that with you, this time the tide must be our victory, our country, the northerners, the nobles, the royal family, everyone is now in the same trench, because we have a common enemy called Chaos...... But after the victory, I am the third of the ladder, and as a high-ranking warrior, I have a few years to live, so I am afraid that one day I will take my children and point the gun at the children's fellow villagers, at the children's companions, and even at the children's brothers...... Mother of Winter Wolves, why has this world become so terrifying......"

Old Caeders was silent as he spoke, and the old man, sitting between Marin and the snowstorm, sighed.

Marin sighed as well.

Yes, just like this old man said, this world has always been so terrible, everyone says that everyone has the right to live, everyone has freedom to choose, but in life, more often than not, people will always be put in the shackles called fate. Even if you are strong enough to deny it, even if you are strong enough to break it with your own hands, who can be sure if all this is really as you see it, whether you really broke the shackles, or whether this is just another shackle that you put on yourself with your own hands.

But what will happen to those poor people if it does not change.

The so-called poor but three generations does not mean that there is a chance to get better after being poor for three generations, but because generally speaking, the poor family cannot be passed on for three generations, in other words, every poor person's ancestors are wide, but unfortunately the ancestors are too wide.

And serfs maybe, after all, they are personal objects in the eyes of the nobility, they will not easily make a serf worthless, he will let the serf marry and have children, all healthy children can live to adulthood, but serfs ...... Is it really a human in the eyes of the aristocracy?

Marin didn't know, because before that, Marin was able to buy a healthy serf from the northern nobles for twenty Mowis standard currency.

And under normal circumstances, the value of a person should not be measured in money.

"What do you say, Kaides, what should I do with Northernism, do we want everyone to continue to be serfs and let the world continue to sink?" Thinking of this, Marin asked, and at the same time answered in his heart - of course it can't be, no matter what, no matter what you do, you can't let this world continue to sink.

Marin took a drag on his cigarette and heard old Caeders reply.

"No, in our north, there are always stories among the nobles before the Age of the Great Destruction, and I don't know when they were handed down, and there are some ancient families who always say that civilization must be reforged...... But it's been so long, probably there's no way, the last time we died, we were even fighting with cold weapons and chaos, it is said that the Hagelberg family had seven divisions at that time, thousands of males...... But after the war, only four children survived. ”

Speaking of this, the old man was silent for a moment: "There must be a change, Your Excellency, after the tide of death is over, I don't care who becomes the master of this country, as long as he can let more children survive the next tide of death, then it is worth my loyalty...... You see, I don't have children and I won't have any more, so I don't want the tragedies I went through to happen again and again in the future, and I know that I can't break through the ladder to complete the promotion, so I'm not destined to survive the next one, and I may even die in this one...... So, Your Excellency, do you think we can do it, and can the beautiful world before the Great Destruction really be recast? ”

“…… We can do it. Marin finished speaking, and took out the little badge that Antoine had given him from his pocket.

There were gears, ears of wheat, books, and two hands that were tightly clasped together.

Antoine said that this is the badge of Northernism, the gears represent the craftsman, the ears of wheat represent the farmer, the book represents the teacher, and holding hands together represents the two purest souls walking in the opposite direction.

"Original...... So are you? The old man said, a little choked: "Do you believe us too?" ”

"I believe in the doctrine itself and not in people, because I also believe in the story of reforging civilization, and one day, all those who are willing to reforge civilization will come together and we can create the best future...... Old Kades, try to stay alive until this is over, and we will have a long time, when the time comes, let us reforge civilization. Marin finished speaking, and stretched out his left hand.

Old Kades also stretched out his left hand, and the two held tightly together.

"May the doctrine shine forever." When the old man said this, he was as devout as a believer.

"May the doctrine shine forever." Marin replied in the same way, just as he had sworn by that banner when he was younger.