"Because they know you're a coward. Crash grinned, his hands never stopped to avoid being punished for slacking off, the clanging of taps accompanied their conversation, and each blow seemed to fall on Berdwin's heart, even though he was just a soul now. He was angry and dazed, and he didn't understand where Crash's bad feelings for him came from.

But then Collapse didn't say anything.

A few days later, Baldwin was summoned by the Warlock again, and this time his enemies weren't even knights, or warriors, not even men—just a group of old and young women and children, some with babies in their arms, some old and faltering, some scrawny, or missing legs, or arms, who looked like they had been starved for a long time, and there was almost no life in their eyes, but they struggled to support— Even at the end of their rope, they still rely on their tenacity and are unwilling to give up easily.

Not to mention fighting, it was a miracle that they were able to stand there steadily, but the warlock still gave the order, and the golem that Berdwin was in turned sluggishly, looking at the humans, he had tried to refuse the order, but the power of the magic was too strong, so strong that he could not control his new body, so he raised his arms and began to hit them one by one, his movements became more and more agile, and some of his fighting skills were unintentionally released, he heard sharp curses, and he heard a miserable wail, and the rancid flesh solidified under his feet, but these were not his sins, it was magic that manipulated him, he's just a mortal, he's ...... One's eyes are bigger than one's stomach..

But why, they didn't let McGee do it? If it was McGee, maybe he could have done it more thoroughly than Berdwin, McGee, just a stupid and cowardly dwarf, a little guy who couldn't even face his own race, he was a thief in the first place, let him do it, he would never hesitate at all, he wouldn't care at all, maybe he would have enjoyed it.

Why?

In the darkness, Baldwin's soul was full of doubts—sometimes, he thought he had roared them out of his mouth—but no, he didn't.

He just...... Obey orders, the orders of an evil warlock.

As a soul, Berdwin thought he wouldn't get tired and wouldn't want to sleep, but he found that in the silence he was haunted by countless illusions, and he couldn't break free.

He saw that the gray-haired self did not return to the Highlands Norman, as an old and poor hunter, he finally died in a hut unknown to the unknown, his body was eaten by insects and rats, and his bones were exposed, and he fell into the growing fluffy grass, tangled in vines, and it would be a long time before a passing priest would help him pick up the bones, pray for the unknown human, and bury them.

He saw himself captured by the red dragon, but he did not survive, his blood flowed from the claws of the red dragon, his body was consumed by the raging flames, his wife and son held a funeral for him, and every Norman in the Highlands wept for him.

He saw that he had given up every piece of rune. He saw him save Gülen's wife, Memi, at his wedding and enthronement ceremony. He saw himself recovering Leona. He saw that he had rejected the king's crown and scepter, and he saw that he had given his army to Xiu, to Leona, to anyone he could trust, and that he had gone to the Silvercrown Forest alone. He saw himself return to the Dragonfire Islands, and he held on to the morals of a noble man, rejecting the authority that Cremar had transferred. He saw himself turn to Thundercastle to fend off the snow and beasts with his children when he learned that Dylan was driving away his soldiers and knights. He saw himself standing on top of the Spirit's Arrow Tower, looking down at the young and healthy Leona, and when she asked if it was he who killed his father, he said, Yes, it was I who killed your father, Your Highness the Princess.

He saw himself confronting the Norman king, and he was full of anger and disappointment at his former companion and those who had accepted his allegiance, but he eventually abandoned his broadsword, stripped of his armor, and forsaken the power and glory bestowed upon him by the Norman king. He saw himself dressed in a linen robe and enter the temple of Tyre, praying and confessing to himself and the king. He sees himself taking Penny to Castle Thunder, and they are together, and although they have no children, they always love each other. He saw that he politely declined the old Don Clay's solicitation and adoption, did not fight alongside the future king, and finally died on the city wall as an ordinary soldier. He saw that he was still a hunter, an ordinary man, that children were running around his knees, that his longbow was losing its elasticity, that the broken bowstring was too lazy to change, that he was sitting in the sun, and that his eyes were gradually closed.

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The aroma of ripe grains was swept in the warm breeze of early autumn, and even the mercenaries could not help but relax their tense mood a little. When the first flowers bloomed to their heart's content, there were still people who grinned and thought they had seen an endless river of gold coins, but when they went from Monton to Coma, and then from Comau to Arielde, they saw almost all of them, and even the mercenaries, who were most fond of joking, stopped talking, and their insight was always more profound than that of a peasant fixed on a piece of land, and when the fields on the edge of a city were full of such flowers, they could think that the lord or lord there was about to receive a great and honorable asset, but ten, a hundred or more cities, there was not a single golden plant in the land they could seeThe shadow of famine almost overcame their heads. When the thieves of the mercenary group went to the tavern to collect information, they complained more than once that the bread and cakes provided by the tavern were shoddy and dry, but the grain in the tavern was better than the grain allocated by the lords to the mercenaries, and the wheat obtained by the mercenaries was not milled, and there was still a chaff husk on it, and the color was red, and after grinding into flour, there was no aroma or sweetness of wheat at all. When the mercenaries came to raid the commoners, craftsmen, and merchants, they got this kind of food that could not be called food.

"At least three years. The elf, who is particularly sensitive to plants and life, stepped forward and shook a handful and said, "They are close to decay, but they can still eat." ”

"What about the old and new grain of the previous year?" asked Lucie.

"I guess they've all been exchanged for weapons and armor. Eloch slapped his palms, stood up, and looked at the golden patch of wheat that the wise lords had left for themselves, and of course, they absolutely refused to make bread and bread made of flour from stale wheat, and as for what the commoners ate, they had no intention or careless, and even if there were people who died from eating the crimson wheat, it was not themselves, or their beloved lovers, or their beloved heirs, and even the knights, and the clowns of the castle could get a good bread that was charred and delicious, and soft。

But if the southern countries are on the verge of famine, this sentence is not very true, because countries such as Tara, Gedalia, etc., which favor the good gods such as Rosada, Sulun, and Ilmut, not only strictly forbade people to continue to grow "tobacco", but also completely burned the original "tobacco", and then sowed new seeds with the help of the Emerald Forest, the Silver Crown Forest and the Druids, and it is now time to harvest- However, this is not necessarily a good thing for them, the commoners and slaves are not qualified to know anything about the revered heir of the Falun, but everyone has the most basic and urgent craving for food, and when the lords and knights force them to carry spears as soldiers, it is difficult to move them with any glory, surname, or even gold coins, but if someone points to the distance and tells them that if they attack the other party's fortress, they can scavenge from strange villages and cities rich enough grain to support them until the next year, meat and fat, they will rush forward like madmen.

It's not a sign yet, but it's too late for the hungry to rush to the walls and say anything—and Kerribben and the others don't want to see that happen.

This information has been relayed to each other by Cremar's fire elemental messenger, who can shuttle through the flames at will, and can appear in any place in the flames, fire elemental creatures have a great advantage in this regard, and soon, Tara, Vinito and Gedalia secretly gave their own ways to deal with it, Tara and Gedalia, as well as the neighboring Allied countries, have sent spies, they are neither for military intelligence, nor for the assassination of the king and the Grand Duke, they can be said to be eager to infiltrate various cities and villages, not to buy wheat and slaves from the lords who have not yet woken upIt is to persuade the inhabitants of the village to flee to their country in droves in the name of pilgrimage, and there were those who did not want to trust a stranger, although the scene he depicted was quite varied, but as the people of the other plane said, the homeland was difficult to leave, not to mention that they also had to worry about the beasts, goblins, or whether they would fall into the trap of the slave traders. But the spies took some people with them, and when they came back, some of them saw that they were so healthy and strong, and they longed for them, and they couldn't help but be tempted...... Although this kind of behavior is occasionally noticed by the knights, the stewards of the lord, but at this time, it is necessary to let the swords on the waists of the spies speak.

And then there are the nations of Tara and Gedalia, which have begun to clear the wilderness, and as soon as the wheat is ripe, it will be harvested overnight and incorporated into the barns of the castle, and the weak knights and lords will be ordered to form alliances with the powerful neighbors around them, they will be entertained as guests, the soldiers will be gathered and assembled, and the people of the villages will be moved to the outskirts of the city, with all the livestock, and if there is any change in the border, they will be immediately included in the protection of the castle - In this way, even if the enemy captures the village, it will not be able to obtain the most important food and military replenishment. As for Vinito, as a city of merchants, merchants galloped out like hunting dogs, whatever they had been before, whether they were wine merchants, silk merchants, or jewels and luxury merchants, and though they carried boxes of gold coins, they could only buy wheat, rice, and sweet potatoes, things that would keep people fed— The southern kingdoms are destined to be devoid of most of them this year, but the Dragonfire Islands, the Normans of the Highlands, the Luzel, and even the distant Thiris are able to sustain a certain amount of grain trade, and although their crops are not so to the tastes of the people of the southern countries, any kind of food will become unusually delicious when they are tormented by hunger.

On the other hand, both the ruler and the state's treasury were not immune to some calamities, but neither the king nor the Grand Duke had any objections to this rather than becoming a member of the Falun again.

"Were you once a counselor?" asked Kerryben curiously.

"No," the Otherworldly Soul replied as he sorted through the papers, "just an ordinary person, probably millions of people doing the same job as me, and it's very boring to talk about, and narrow-minded—I'm not a very smart person," the Otherworldly Soul checked the letter in his hand, "I just found out out of nowhere...... We can't go on like this...... Well, but there's only so much I can do, just a few suggestions, and if there's anyone to praise, the kings and archdukes are. It said earnestly, and the elf was surprised to find that it thought so from the bottom of its heart, but as the rulers of the southern kingdoms, their arrogance had always been criticized by the people, and no one else would have believed them...... Especially in another "country", a country where there is no king and emperor, the superior is elected by mortals, although they also enjoy special rights, but compared to the king and the grand duke here - it is clear that the people there have greater rights, freedom, and security than the commoners here, and Kerry is not at all surprised why the souls of the other plane insist on going back, it is indeed a calm and peaceful world, and even the elves can't help but be moved- If one day he had to fall completely (his body dissipated, his soul shattered) to prevent the plane from being known to unsuspecting people, gods, demons, and demons, Ranger thought he would face the final outcome with a smile.

When he said this, the otherworldly soul laughed, "No," it said, "they haven't changed much, and I don't have the ability to do so, they are for their families, their descendants, and their own country—of course, the scope of the country is large enough to encompass the humblies, but if they can do that, they are already competent rulers." "It is frankly the sad or hated emperors as compared to the history of another plane...... Brave to stand up to evil, darkness and dragon kings, the Grand Dukes at least possess commendable courage.