Located in the southern part of the Dothraki Sea, in the endless Raza Wilderness.

Because of the weakness and docility of the Lazarins themselves, although the vast majority of the Lazarins wanted to live a life without fighting, and migrated all the way from the Dothraki grass to the relatively poorer environment of the Razarins in order to escape the Dothraki people, the greedy robbers never wanted to let them go.

And this time, they had nowhere else to move, unless they could build a large ship and cross the strait to move to Sothros on the other side of the strait. But it is clear that the Lazarins did not have the technical strength to build large ships across the sea, nor the economic strength to buy them. For a long time, they had to endure endless insults, oppressions, and plunders from Dothraki, from Meereen, from Astapor, from the Free Trade Federation, and from Yuankai, and to survive painfully and tenaciously.

This time, it's the same.

Next to a tributary of the Skazadan River, a humble town founded by the Lazarin.

Crows and vultures circled over the town, and the smell of carrion from the town lured their noses like iron hooks, and a vulture fell from the sky next to the corpse of the long-dead Lazarin, and after a few careful attempts, it pecked at the lifeless flesh with its sharp beak, tore off a strip of flesh with a pungent stench, tilted its head, and swallowed it in its belly.

On one side, vultures and crows enjoy a feast, while on the other side, another group of vultures is celebrating their feast.

A fat lamb was roasted on the bonfire, and the golden mutton fat kept dripping on the fiery red coals, making a sound of fertility. With dirty gossip and smug laughter. The red wine in the large wooden barrel was poured into the large wooden glass, and it was poured into the mouth full of yellow teeth.

The bard plays the twelve-stringed wooden harp in his hand. Humming old songs.

He sings the story of the Dothraki crossing the sea to conquer the Guggis Empire thousands of years ago, here. Lazarin, the homeland controlled by the Guggis Empire.

The laughter of the mercenaries, the ballads of the bards, and the crackling of the lamb's fat dripping on the firewood all combined to form a celebratory feast. A stone's throw away, the Razalins, who had been taken into slavery, were enclosed by a wooden fence, and the patrolling mercenaries were armed with spears, and whipped them with the handle of their spears at the slightest movement. The Lazarins wept, wailed, cried out, trembled with fear. Together with the menacing laughter of the mercenaries on patrol, it formed another completely opposite picture.

Neither the painful Lazarins nor the happy mercenaries had noticed a shadow of activity in the night. Following the corner of the Night Lady's skirt, these dark goblins silently approached the mercenaries and controlled every key location.

"Let's do it." After receiving Xuanwu's report, Liu Jian said lightly: "Surround them, don't let them escape!" ”

"Yes, my master!" Xuanwu bowed his head. A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Living in the dark for a long time, hiding, hiding, listening, and assassinating for all the purposes of his survival, a lot of killing and blood, and being emasculated himself. Coupled with Liu Jian's non-stop hypnosis, Xuanwu and the assassins of the Assassin Brotherhood under his command had some abnormalities in their spirits. It is similar to the aftermath of war in later generations. Belongs to the kind of person who feels like something is wrong all over his body if he doesn't kill something every day.

Liu Jian knew this, but he didn't care too much.

After all, this is not a society governed by the rule of law. It is not a modern society, it is not a world of socialized mass production. In such an ignorant and cruel world. Countless people die every day for a variety of reasons, famine, cold, and war are just the general directions, like blocking the way of a nobleman, accidentally soiling a merchant's clothes, or simply being looked at unpleasantly by a mercenary, can become a reason for a person to lose his life.

In a world like this, the aftermath of war is really nothing.

The army moved quickly under Liu Jian's orders, besieging the town and the mercenaries in the town, and Liu Jian had no intention of interfering in this battle. The battle of three thousand eight hundred against five hundred, and it is also a night raid with mental calculation or unintentional, even if the five hundred mercenaries on the opposite side are all turned into Spartan red pants, there is absolutely no reason for defeat in this kind of war, and there is even no reason for a residual victory, and what is about to be a big victory is bound to be.

Therefore, after giving the order, Liu Jian no longer paid attention to the battlefield, but was ready to get himself something delicious and then sleep, the battle could be carried out in the dark, but there were some things that had to be dealt with during the day to avoid the chaos that might follow.

There were more than 2,000 Slavic Rangers, 400 shock cavalry, 600 Assasin Assassins, plus 800 Unsullied.

If such a lineup can't keep the mercenaries who are only 500 people and drunk like mud and have no combat discipline at all, Liu Jian thinks that he can find a rope to hang himself first, which is simply crazy for the reverse golden finger.

Fortunately, although there is a god in this world who comes to give people a golden finger, five hundred mercenaries are obviously not on God's attention list. Especially...... If the speculation is correct, the influence of the gods on the world was actually extremely limited until the dragon reappeared in this world.

So, the battle begins in the dark and ends in the dark.

The mercenaries were attacked by a well-organized army without knowing it, which could hardly be called war, and it was more appropriate to call it a one-sided massacre, as they had attacked the Lazarins. After killing more than a hundred people, the desperate mercenaries chose to drop their weapons and surrender on their knees. Because of Liu Jian's personal reasons, the army he commanded also did not have the habit of killing prisoners. After disarming them, Xuanwu counted the number of captives, and then decisively locked them in the wooden fence they had used to hold the Lazarins.

As for the Lazarins, who were originally locked inside, they were released by Xuanwu and arranged for them to be stationed around the wooden fence to monitor the movements of these mercenary captives. As a result, the roles of prison guards and prisoners have been changed one by one, which is really gratifying.

Liu Jian had a good night's sleep after eating well...... About three hours.

Although he wanted to be lazy and not get up on the big bed with thick animal skins. But as the dragon elephant entered the eleventh level, his increasingly chaotic biological clock made his eyelids refuse to fit no matter what. And. Obviously, only four hours have passed, but the 'divine stomach' that digested the two leg of mutton is also kindly reminding him. It's time for a wake-up meal.

"My happiness of sleeping lazily has been deprived." With a sigh, Liu Jian got up from the bed helplessly, put on two clothes at random, and wanted to find something to eat first.

Lifting the door of the tent, Liu Jian unexpectedly found a little person curled up in the corner of the tent door, she was curled up there, covered with a linen cloak, sleeping soundly. An Assassin was standing beside him.

"Master." The young assassin said to Liu Jian.

"What's the matter with her?"

"She arrived here last night and said she wanted to thank her master."

"Huh."

Liu Jian probably knew what was going on, for the Assassin Brotherhood, nothing in this world was more important than Liu Jian's life, and, perhaps as a side effect of brainwashing, the Assassins of the Assassin Brotherhood did not trust anyone but themselves at all. At all times, the Assassins of the Brotherhood would always stand guard in the dark corners of Liu's side, especially when Liu Jian was asleep. Even though Liu Jian's sleep has always been very shallow, he can wake up from sleep at the slightest movement. Last night, Xuanwu also did not bring all the Assassins to the war. He left behind fifty Assassins lurking around Liu Jian's tent, all of whom were elite members of the Assassin Brotherhood.

Obviously, the little guy in front of him stopped Veretta from disturbing Liu Jian's rest. As a result, the stubborn Veretta stood directly at the door of Liu Jian's tent, perhaps because she was too tired, and fell asleep directly at the gate of the camp.

"Find her a clean place to rest. What a stubborn little girl. Liu Jian smiled, not caring about this matter. Beckoning another Assassin, Liu Jian, commanded, "To Jora. Mormont herald. Let him gather the Lazarins today, and today will be a very important beginning. ”

For Liu Jian. The current situation of the Razarins is more favourable.

The Lazarins as a people have the same culture, the same language, the same script and even the same beliefs, but they have never been able to form a unified government. At the same time, because of the long history of conservative plundering and slave hunting, there is no doubt that the Razarins would have hoped for a strong leader to save them from the maelstrom of misery.

Now, Liu Jian is here, and he will undoubtedly be Lazarin's savior.

Jorah. Mormont was apparently good at this kind of thing, and at Liu Jian's request, he quickly gathered the Lazarins, who had been rescued and freed the previous night, in the town square. Not only that, but he also mobilized the Lazarins to build a wooden platform in the town overnight, although it was very shoddy and creaked when stepped on, but the thought of this has already shown that Jorah. Mormont's ability in this regard.

Liu Jian stepped on the high platform, and looked at the Lazarin people who looked up at him under the high platform, and couldn't help but be a little excited, even more excited!

It's fun to conquer, but it's even more fun to save. It's fun to make your enemies miserable, and it's even more fun to make your friends happy.

Closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, adjusting his breathing, and at the same time recalling the speech he had thought of a long time ago, Liu Jian finally spoke: "Lazarin, my brothers and sisters! ”

When Liu Jian spoke, the town square, which was still a little buzzing, suddenly fell silent, and all the Lazarin people stared closely at Liu Jian on the high platform. They knew that it had been the army led by this man who had saved them from their imminent enslavement last night, and now their fate was in the hands of the man on this high platform, in his heart. He can let them live happily or let them fall into the abyss of misery.

"For a long time, in the long years that could no longer be recorded in the history books, the people of Lazarin never felt what happiness was, and all that was left to us was a hungry stomach and salty and bitter tears. The mercenaries robbed us, and the slave owners took us captive. We have not made a big mistake, but the slave owners of Astapor always want to castrate our son. We didn't make a big mistake, but the slave owners of Meereen always wanted to throw our daughters into a brothel. We didn't make a big mistake, but the slave owners of Yuankai always let us die of fatigue in the dark workshop! Our lambs were snatched, our parents were killed, and our daughters were forced. Rape, our son is enslaved! While Liu Jian said loudly, there was no doubt that he once again used the technique of group hypnosis, regardless of whether it was shameless or not, such group hypnosis hints were extremely effective.

As a first-hand witness, the Lazarins in the audience had just suffered the pain of almost becoming slaves, and many of them had lost their relatives and homes in the previous slave hunting, and this pain had not yet dissipated from their bodies, and many of them wept softly.

"Some people say it's the fate of the gods? No, the gods do not give such a painful fate to the innocent! "Having brought all the Lazarins into misery, the next thing Liu Jian had to do was to give them hope, a hope that could be seen and touched, and this hope would make the Lazarins desperately rush up and cling to it, for their own happiness.

"So here I am! I'm here to protect you, I'm here to save you! Liu Jian roared loudly.

"All Lazarins, if you wish, I will protect you!"

"Yes!" There are excited people who can't help but whisper yes.

"All the Lazarins, if you wish, I will punish all the slave catchers!"

"Yes!" There are excited people who can't help but shout loudly.

"All Lazarins, if you wish, I will hunt down all the looters!"

"Yes!" Most people can't help but let go of their throats and roar loudly!

"All the Lazarins, if you wish, I will crush all the humiliation inflicted on you!"

"Yes!"

"All Lazarins, tell me if you want to be happy!"

"Neo!" This time, the Lazarins were no longer willing to answer, and some began to call out a name, a name that had a vital place in the Lazarin religion. The name represents the Guardian, the Ruler, the King, and more importantly, the ...... Savior!

"Neo!"

"Neo! Neo! Neo! ”

In the midst of the cheers of nearly 5,000 Lazarins, Liu Jian was crowned king!

King of Laza!

The savior of all the Razarins - Neo.

Although it may be an idiot to say, from now on, Liu Jian has a real right to intervene in the Raza region and bring all the Lazarins under his rule.

Not invaders, conquerors, but saviors. (To be continued.) )