Two days later, the convoy finally entered Asmara. Asmara is a landlocked country and the starting point of the eastern part of Oman.

"After this mountain, which direction will we go?" asked Priest Sylven while he was resting.

More than a thousand years of war have led to the scattering of various forms of the Streamer Clan. Nowadays, the pattern of the Eastern Continent is still changing, with the disappearance of a large number of forests and lakes, the habitat has been damaged to varying degrees, and the Streamer people have to change their habitat frequently, so it is difficult for the Sylvene priests to determine now, and it seems that it is very difficult to find all the clansmen without alarming the Lepelian people at all. He thought for a moment before he said, "Let's go southeast first." ”

"Southeast?" Mono was a little surprised, "That's the direction to Dulong, right?"

He had been to the Eastern Continent many times with half-blood merchants, but most of his business activities were concentrated in the southern region, and he rarely set foot in the north, so he was not very familiar with it. However, it was no stranger to the Silven priests who had been in the Eastern Continent for more than a thousand years.

"Well," the priest nodded, "on the eastern border of Dulon, there is a precipitous canyon called the Arc Lake Valley, which happens to be at the intersection of the borders of the four nations. The valley of the Arc Lake is bordered by Dulong to the west, Naboland to the east, Geeland to the north, and Herilandi to the south. More than a hundred years ago, the Veloch people of our tribe used the Arc Lake Valley as a shelter, and if there were no accidents, they should still be there now. ”

At the mention of the Veloch people, Mano immediately looked at Chi Mo, because Chi Mo was a Ryssi with the form of Veloch. In Moye's imagination, the people of Verocchi should be the same as Chi Mo, just like all the Sylvens are similar. The exception was, of course, for the priests, whose form was no different from that of other Sylvenes, but felt completely different. That strong sense of difference is caused by the soul power that radiates from the inside out.

Asmara is a small landlocked country, with the eighth largest land area among the 17 countries in the Eastern Continent. Although it is not a coastal state, like most countries in the Eastern Continent, it has its own naval army. Because, Asmara and the neighboring small coastal state of Amaland are allies. Amalander has an excellent natural harbor but lacks forests and is relatively sparsely populated, while Asmara has a large number of slaves and vast forests, and both sides can complement each other's strengths. On top of that, the Amaran Germany was a small country in sixteenth place, in danger of being annexed at any moment, and had to stay warm with Asmara in order to barely compete with their common northern neighbor, the fifth-ranked power, Geelander.

Asmara, whose territory is not large but its ambitions are not small, recently invested two-thirds of the country's troops in the allied forces for the expedition to the western continent that intended to carve up the western continent, making it the country with the largest number of troops among the fifteen-nation allied forces. It was because of this erroneous decision of the Asmara nobles that the civil strife in Asmara is difficult to calm down today. The allied army that wanted to conquer the Western Continent was still on its way back from a disastrous defeat at this time, and it was afraid that it would take a few more days to return to the Eastern Continent. And the remaining forces in Asmara are no longer enough to quell the uprising, which was fueled by popular anger and then spread rapidly.

The class group of the Lepelian people in the Eastern Continent consisted mainly of nobles (including the royal family), soldiers, slaves, and commoners. Civilians were generally part of the country's original farming communities, slaves were usually remnants of defeated nations, prisoners of war or national criminals, and soldiers were mostly descendants of slaves. However, due to the frequent wars, in order to strengthen the military power, the nobles gradually deprived the commoners of some of their rights, and even sought opportunities to convict them and force them to join the army, thus sowing the factors of civil strife. Asmara bore the brunt of the attack.

In the Eastern Continent, where the concept of hierarchy is extremely strong, the interests of the nobles are the starting point of any national policy, and the commoners and slaves of humble status can only obey unconditionally. In order to go to the western continent for greater benefits, the nobles of Asmara did not hesitate to use barbaric and cruel methods to expand their forces and force civilians to join the army. Anyone who disobeyed the order, or a family of civilians who had evaded military service, was charged with treason and killed on the spot as an example.

At that time, there was a nobleman in Asmara who had strongly opposed this policy, and that nobleman was named Modi Boro.

Probably the most learned aristocrat Asmara has ever seen, Murdi Boro was a great inventor and military strategist, as well as a visionary educator and thinker. Since he was a teenager, he has continuously invented and modified many weapons for Asmara, and has also funded the construction of the largest library in the Eastern Continent in the capital city of Sula. By the time he was thirty years old, he was already the mentor of many young nobles in Asmara, astronomy, geography, military affairs, statecraft...... It hardly matters if it is not granted.

Murdi Boro was a strong opponent of tyranny, saying that "the people are the direct providers of taxes, servitude, and military service, and the basic strength of the state, from which no military question can be separated." If he does not treat the common people well and exploits them violently for a long time, he will inevitably arouse the anger of the people, shake the foundation of the country, quickly weaken the national strength, and lead the enemy to take advantage of the weakness...... but regrettably, his words did not attract the attention of the nobles of Asmara, but instead had a grudge against him, and the contradictions deepened day by day.

Based on the historical and cultural background of the Lepeilian people, this contradiction is not difficult to understand. After all, in the traditional concept of the aristocracy, whether it is a commoner, a soldier, or a slave, the value of their existence is to serve the superior. The ideals of the humble are often considered insignificant. In order to maintain their rule, the nobles firmly controlled all the land and resources, including their subjects, as well as the most favorable conditions such as major knowledge and technology. Although this society had a well-developed writing system, it was mainly used to record the great achievements of the aristocracy, and the contribution of the history books to the common people was not mentioned at all, and the literacy rate of the common people was very low. In order to maintain their rule, the nobles allowed the commoners only to acquire superficial knowledge that was not useful, and to spread values to the commoners that benefited the nobility but may not benefit the common people at all.

Modi has always been worried about this self-defeating way of rule, insisting that "the people are the foundation of national strength, and if the people are strong, the country will be strong, and if the people are weak, the country will be weak." If the people become incompetent, and make them blindly worship the nobility, and at the same time secretly envy the power and wealth of the nobility, the result will only bring great harm to the country. If society is not fair, then sooner or later, those who are hungry and cold will kill the countless people who have usurped the fertile land......" It is conceivable that the ideas of the silent truth conflicted with the values of the aristocracy and threatened their privileges. After all, the exploitation and enslavement of the masses was the traditional means by which the aristocracy maintained their power, and they simply could not accept any innovative ideas that violated the traditional hierarchical moral code.

However, the stubborn Modi Boro tirelessly preached his idea of a strong country, openly opposing the Asmara army to join the Western Alliance, and finally completely angered the nobles. The short-sighted King of Asmara, in order to curb these new ideas that threatened his interests, stripped Modi Boro of his title of nobility, confiscated all his possessions, and demoted him to a commoner. But this was not the greatest calamity for Modi Boro, for the suffering inflicted on him by the Asmara had only begun from that moment.

The Asmara aristocracy brutally forced civilians to serve, expropriated food and goods to expand their military resources, and invested two-thirds of the country's troops in the Western Allies, preparing to show their ambitions and gain wealth in the Western Continent. In order to satisfy the ambitions of the aristocracy, the commoners had to bear the high military expenses, so that their lives were untenable, and finally exploded in anger. Before the Allies could return in triumph, the angry populace expressed their displeasure in the most brutal way.

This sudden and violent uprising caught King Asmara by surprise. I thought that lowly civilians would never have the courage to attack the powerful, but the truth was unexpected. When the usual timid and humble civilians come together, the brutality far exceeds that of all the wicked people in history. The few troops left in the country today are simply not enough to quell the insurrection, which is rapidly spreading throughout the country. In order to protect himself, King Asmara had to mobilize all his forces and protect the palace tightly, and the nobles also hid in the palace.

The populace who had flocked to the capital city of Sulla from all over the country could not be a match for the well-trained soldiers, and therefore they were helpless against the heavily defended palace. As a result, the palatial aristocratic mansions in the city quickly became the best place for the people to vent their anger and loot. If they can't find a nobleman, kill the slaves in the nobleman's house to vent their anger, because they serve the hateful noble, and that's why they deserve to die. The good citizens who used to grovel on their knees suddenly became very barbaric, smashing, looting, burning, doing everything, and using all kinds of methods to make people miserable. They beat the male-slaves of the aristocratic family to the point of breaking their skins, and when they encountered the female-slaves, they raped and killed them in public, and then tied the naked corpses to ropes and dragged them all the way with heavy stones, making the city full of blood and horrific in Sula.

After killing everything and looting everything, the mob began to set fire to the city again, destroying all the historical buildings. In their eyes, the buildings represented the sins of generations of nobles, and even Sulla's only library, which was completely destroyed. For a time, the entire capital was filled with bloody rain.

No one can expect these fanatical and angry mob to respect historical buildings, let alone open up to the knowledge accumulated by their predecessors for thousands of years. Because, they have not been influenced by those precious knowledge at all, they have never understood the importance of historical classics, and now they can hardly even continue their lives, and the classics are naturally worthless in their eyes. What's more, they have long been dominated by anger, and have lost their normal ability to think, like a flood, drifting with the current, raging everywhere, relying on the strength of the crowd to commit murder at will, as if they have leapt from a humble commoner to a hero of the times.

When this group of hateful "heroes of the times" broke into the residence of Modi Boro, the former nobleman, who had just been stripped of his noble title and property and was already in a home at that time, unfortunately became the object of the mob's anger. They beat the old nobleman to the point of bleeding with sticks, trampled under his feet without saying a word, trampled on his dignity with righteous indignation, and were cruel beyond measure.

The great luck in this misfortune is that the lonely Mo Di once saved a civilian orphan more than ten years ago and named him Tiward. "Tiward" means "loyalty, bravery, dedication" in Lepelian. Over the years, Modi has been taking this child with him, teaching him all kinds of knowledge and martial arts. And this commoner-born child lived up to expectations, and gradually grew into a wonderful young man who could match his name, he was a faithful servant and bodyguard of Silent Di.

It was this seventeen-year-old who risked his life to save Modi alone from the feet of the angry mob. Later, with the seriously wounded Modi on his back, he fled from the capital city of Asmara, Sulla.

"My lord, we are almost at the border of Dulong......" Tiward did not hear a response, and asked anxiously, "Your Excellency, can you hear me?"

But there was still no response behind him, so Tiward had to carefully put the man on his back down, let him lie on the grass, and take the opportunity to rest himself. After more than ten days of fleeing, he was already exhausted, and before he could feel hungry, his tired body fell into a coma uncontrollably.

By the time Tiward finally regained consciousness, it was dusk.

Startled, he sat up and found the person next to him still lying motionless, still unconscious. So he stretched out his hand worriedly, and tried it on Mo Di's forehead, and was suddenly startled again. The heat on his body was terrifying, and the wounds all over his body not showed the slightest sign of healing, but began to fester. Along the way, they only ran and fled, and they didn't have time to bring any medicine for their injuries, nor did they have a chance to rest or eat.

The hand that touched the heat trembled involuntarily, and Tiward had never been so scared. He was brave indeed, and he was not timid in the face of thousands of mobs alone. But at this moment, the adult who had saved him and treated him like a father and brother was still lying on the ground dying, and he was helpless, and he couldn't help but feel sad, and finally couldn't help but cry.

"Why do they regard the only person who can save Asmara's future as a sinner and trample on his dignity at will? Are all people blind? Why is it that there are only a handful of wise people in the world, but there are many stupid people, and one day they will pay for their stupidity......"