Every difficulty will be alleviated over time. The premise is that hard work has to be done.

Qin Wuyi didn't know that the village of Sabang Gawiang Mosin where he was located happened to be in the opposite direction from Moli Zaka Village, separated by a huge central mountain range in the middle, and the location of Sabang Gawi Ang Mosin Village was also relatively remote, and there was no trade route connecting with the civilized world around, so naturally there was no information exchange.

The harvest of crops is a major event worth celebrating, and Qin Wuyi also has the capital to carry out long-distance searches. However, this so-called "capital" is indeed pitiful. That's just food for about half a year for a hundred people, and this part happens to be the excess after the harvest of Sok tubers in the fall, according to the normal standard calculation of the per capita quota.

Qin Wuyi could only form two search teams. One team goes north and one team goes east. He felt a little regretful, if the "worker bees" who came to the world of Rabangka with him were not just two people, but more, he would not be bothered by the lack of manpower now. After all, the village of Sabang Gavion Mosin needs a powerful evolutionary "worker bee" as the host. Despite the muskets, the villagers are no match for the mutants. Those monsters never knew what fear was, and they always had to come down every few days to harass them. They were killed every time, but they continued to attack in a steady stream of useless ways. Maybe it's because mutants don't have intelligence and don't know how to play tactics. But Qin Wuyi had dissected them, and the brain structure of mutants was similar to that of humans, and the brain capacity was similar.

When they left the village of Sabanggawi Angmosin, everyone looked solemn and solemn. Priest Lacatuno has understood that the world is not as simple as he thinks. The stories of the so-called warriors and gods no longer have the superstitious colors of the past. The old priest was grateful to the three strangers who had emerged from the passage and had helped the village of Sabang Gawion Mosin through the trouble. They came at the most dangerous time in the village, and brought with them a lot of magic that they had never seen before. They helped them recover a lot of their lost memories, but they couldn't help them in any way. The reason for this result is entirely due to one's own ignorance. In the past, however, this practice was called "piety."

Carrying a backpack full of Sok tubers, Qin Wuyi only felt a heavy sense of excitement. It is a strong desire to explore the unknown. This time, the search time can be as long as half a year, but in practice, it will have to go back in three months at most. Otherwise, food will not be able to sustain the most basic needs of survival.

Of course, things are much better if you get extra supplies on the way.

The old priest Lakatuno held a wooden bowl filled with white clay and walked tremblingly in front of Qin Wuyi. He kowtowed to Qin Wuyi as usual, knelt down, and stood up again, dipping his thumb in the clay in the bowl, and kept reciting the ancient prayer incantation in his mouth, with a solemn expression, and slowly drew an arrow-shaped symbol on Qin Wuyi's forehead.

"Gotta come back alive. You are our chieftain, eternal chieftain. ”

Although the old man tried his best to control his feelings, his voice had a faint crying tone. Even the old priest himself felt strange, he had seen countless villagers killed by mutants, and even when his son died, he never shed tears, why did he feel a kind of reluctant sadness when he said goodbye to this stranger?

Is it because of those weird machines that can't be named?

Or the mutated monsters they killed?

Or, is it a continuous harvest of sock tubers?

This atmosphere of sadness was contagious to all the villagers present. Even Qin Wuyi himself felt faintly sad. He could only try to persuade as much as he could, trotting forward with the team as fast as he could, and soon disappeared at the end of the path.

……

The northern part of the continent, the country of Idel.

Masumo was a knight with a fiefdom. Compared to other nobles who had no name, Masumo had quite a strong fighting power. According to the standards of the earth, he can be regarded as a "slave" beyond the fifth-order strengthened people, and there are as many as hundreds of armed servants under his command. In private territory, this is a formidable armed force. All of the servants received regular training, and their overall strength was equivalent to that of the infantry in the King's Forbidden Army. Masumo is a far-sighted figure among the nobles who can ruthlessly equip his subordinates. His servants were well-armed and even equipped with armor.

As an outcast in the family, Masumo knew the true meaning of the word "struggle" from a very young age. That's definitely not that your own efforts will be rewarded. In addition to diligence, it is more important to be able to get the favor of big people. When the family was kicked out, Masumo almost starved to death. He was fortunate enough to join an earl's private army, and showed his bravery in the battle against the local bandits. The Earl of Fortune thought that Masumo was worth promoting, and he happened to need such a cronie who was quite capable in military affairs. As a result, Masumo became a knight.

The fiefdom and honor were all earned back by Masumo with his head. The Count was generous in this regard, but in reality, the fief was nothing more than a borderless land after the thieves had been killed, and the medal was only an ancient ornament. Despite this, Masumo's family still came to the door and demanded that Masumo return to the family and give two-thirds of the land.

Masumo drove all those annoying guys away, especially the two men who claimed to be his uncle's chatter, and dragged them to death directly behind the horse's buttocks. The relatives who were scared away began to spread the word about Masumo's murder. The new knight is described as a terrible devil who likes to eat human flesh and gnaw human bones, sleeping with two virgins every day, and usually quenches his thirst with only human blood. These words became more and more outrageous, and the slaves in Masumo's fiefdom were also affected, and they always ran away secretly.

The Count scoffed at these rumors. He has always focused on cultivating Masumo's movements, a trustworthy and reliable combat force. However, the human mind has always been unable to withstand the passage of time, and such things have long been proven to be extremely effective murder knives. In this way, Masumo began to be marginalized by the Count, and was no longer summoned even during the New Year's Festival.

The only people Masumo can trust are his servants who survived the war.

In such cold weather, it was a necessity to search the outer areas of the Central Mountains.

The night before, a heavy snowfall had crushed several of the low houses where slaves lived on the Masumo estate. More than a dozen unlucky ghosts were crushed to death. For Masumo, this is tantamount to a disaster. He had less than twenty slaves still working in the fields, and these people were obviously unable to meet the shortage of labor in the fields after the beginning of spring. In fact, if it weren't for the private connivance of Hu Cong pretending to be thieves and plundering the lords of the manors in the neighboring regions, Masumo would not have been able to sustain a private army of this size. He never expected the production of the fiefdom to bring him more money, but only to be able to feed these people with the output, or to eat better.

There is also a Black Tower between the Idel Kingdom and the Red Dragon Empire. The slave wars that took place on the other side of the continent had no effect on Masumo. He even hoped that the rebel slaves would invade Idel. In that case, the Count would have to take care of himself, and he would need his own help, and he would be able to get more money.

Having money is not only to feed the army, but also to be a son for himself.

The terrible rumors have done considerable damage to Masumo's reputation. No rich woman or nobleman ever wanted to marry him. Luckily, a bankrupt commoner father and daughter wandered to Masumo's fiefdom, the girl was good-looking, and she was willing to become the wife of the "ogre" Masumo. Of course, the real reason for this marriage, whether she didn't want to continue to starve, or whether she really fell in love with Masumo, only the woman herself knew best.

However, her belly is indeed very competitive. In three years, he gave birth to two sons for Masumo.

For the sake of his son and family, Masumo had to go out in the heavy snow and try his luck on the outskirts of the Central Mountain Range. Perhaps, we will be able to capture a few natives and replenish the dead slaves on the estate.

Money was needed to buy slaves. There is no cost to capture slaves.

The wind is getting stronger, and it's getting colder and colder in the woods. Obviously not suitable for horseback riding in such a place, Masumo ordered everyone to rest, and while he was thinking nonsense, he found a leeward place to sit down. He silently watched as the men dispersed to form a guard, while the rest lit a bonfire and took turns warming themselves by the fire.

Masumo didn't like the mountains at all. There are a lot of things in this world that deserve attention, but he can't get them.

Damn it, why am I the illegitimate son of that bastard old mongrel, and not the eldest son who is entitled to inherit the family property?

Damn Earl, why should I believe the bullshit of those people and think I'm a devil who loves human flesh?

And this damn weather, why is it snowing and crushing my slave to death? Otherwise, I would now be sitting in front of the warm fireplace of the castle with my wife in my arms and watching my two sons play games.

It was a long way from the castle to the central mountain range, and both Masumo and Hucong felt cold and tired. There was nothing to gain along the way, and people only felt at a loss. Mental and physical difficulties followed. Especially under the warmth of the bonfire, it is even more sleepy.

The eyelids are getting heavier. At the moment when Ma Sumo's eyes drooped heavily, he suddenly felt something, so he suddenly opened his eyes, subconsciously reached out to touch the short sword, and unconsciously turned his head suddenly.

Qin Wuyi stood quietly behind him. Masumo had never seen this yellow-skinned young man. He wears a strange outfit that looks very close-fitting and shows off the rough curves of his muscles. He carried a large bag on his back, and he looked at himself face to face, as if he were a reflection from another world.

No one spoke, and the woods were silent, except for the crackling of burning bonfires. The servants were either asleep, or like themselves, they were firmly held around their necks by a short sword that shone with cold light, and they didn't dare to come out.

Boundless fear welled up in Masumo's heart.

"You...... Who are you? ”

In just a few words, Masumo stammered, as difficult as an asthma patient.

Qin Wuyi smiled calmly and silently, and behind him, more than a dozen natives in gray and black animal skin robes quietly approached, all of them attacking at the same time. During this time in the village of Sabang Gawiang Mosin, Qin Wuyi trained the natives. The members of the search team were all the strongest natives in the village. They are agile and have more strength than ordinary people on the Rabangka continent. The months-long training had made them know how to cooperate with each other, and they could also understand Qin Wuyi's gesture commands. These scattered people were like a big net, and in less than half a minute, they captured the knight Masumo and his men alive.

"Don't, don't kill me."

Masumo was almost pleading: "I can pay the ransom." You, you must understand, this is the rule of Rabonca, the rule among the nobility. ”

Qin Wuyi is no stranger to the word "Labangka". Although the indigenous people of Sabanggawi Angmosin village live in a closed environment, they retain some of their basic concepts of the world. In this regard alone, Qin Wuyi was actually luckier than Su Hao. After all, the village where Su Hao walked out of the passage was Moli Zaka Village. The villagers and priests there are far inferior to Sabang Garwi Ang Mosin in terms of "memories".

The woods began to get noisy. The scattered husks were gathered in front of the fire one by one, and everyone's wrists were tied, and the rope made of mutant human skin was very strong and tough, and the harder you struggled, the tighter the leather rope after shrinking was close to the skin. In the end, the captives had no strength or room to writhe back and forth, so they could only sit honestly, staring at the barbarians around them with fear and terror.

Masumo was the only captive who was eligible not to be bound. Qin Wuyi directly grabbed the back collar of his clothes, unceremoniously took him to the closest and warmest place to the fire, and swept back and forth on everyone with a sharp and shrewd gaze, and finally his attention fell on Ma Sumo.

There is a big difference between the style of clothing of the knight and the servant. Chieftains and retinues are easy to judge from appearances. The reason why Qin Wuyi did not choose to use a musket, but instead used a short sword as a threat, was also based on the same reason. The humans of the world of Rabangca are ignorant of the power of firearms. It is better to put the blade of the sword on the neck than to point the gun directly at the head.

"Don't worry! I'm not the kind of murderous maniac you imagine. ”

Qin Wuyi casually opened his backpack and took out a few fist-sized Sok tubers to bury in the ashes near the fire, and his eyes never took his eyes off Ma Sumo. A faint smile appeared on his face: "I am a very principled person. As long as you tell me what I want to know and answer my questions honestly, then you and your men are safe. ”

Despite the strange pattern painted on his forehead by the old priest in white clay, Qin Wuyi's skin color and demeanor and speech showed that he was clearly not one of those unreasonable barbarians in the Central Mountain Range. This discovery relieved Masumo, and he also felt that discussion and discussion were not as dangerous as he thought. Perhaps, the young man in front of him is still a real gentleman, but I don't know why he is mixed with those natives?

"What do you want to know?"

"Every question I have, you have to answer carefully. To know is to know, not to know is not to know, and don't use ambiguous answers to fool you around. I like people who are simply direct and honest. I don't know if you've ever heard the story that the liar is going to have his tongue cut out. ”

The last sentence made Masumo shudder. He struggled to concentrate and keep his voice steady: "Alright! You ask! ”

"First question: Have you ever heard of the name "Su Hao"? ”

……

What impact did Masumo's fate have on the course of the entire Rabangka world? I am afraid that this question can only be left to historians. He was only a small knight, and the count, for example, had hundreds of such men. Therefore, even if Qin Wuyi really killed Ma Sumo, the earl's reaction was only to send another person over to receive the fief, and by the way, to kill the thieves who dared to kill his knights.

Black Tower Country, the front line.

Mount Ramder is the border between the Black Tower and the Safili. The majestic mountain range, which stretches from the inland to the sea to the north, begins to subside in the country of Heta, forming a vast basin that stretches over thousands of square kilometers. Rather than being lowered by the subsidence of the terrain, the mountains are becoming more and more steep, forming a natural barrier directly above the basin.

The city of Ramder has always been the most important pass in the country of Heta. Although the basin outside the pass also belongs to the country of Heta, the country has set its urban core in the plateau above the basin. Based on the mountain range, the city wall was built on the rocks of the mountain, which are hundreds of meters high. Due to the topography from the bottom up, the access to the city was too narrow, and there was no record of the fall of Rumder City in the history of the war between the Safili and the Black Tower. On the contrary, under this fearsome fortress, hundreds of thousands of Saphelli corpses were buried.

The lord of the city of Ramder is General Yárvis. As the king's most trusted general, he had to leave his wife and children in the royal capital and lead his army to this remote frontier after receiving orders. He is a middle-aged man in his thirties, and even if you look at the entire country of Heta, and even the entire world of Rabangka, Yalvis can be regarded as a brilliant figure. In terms of personal force, he is actually very average, but the general needs not muscle and brute force, but wisdom in the mind.

The war room was spacious, and Jarvis looked at the woman sitting in front of him, a rather helpless wry smile on his face.

He never imagined that Duke Ramo would attach importance to his own defense area. This is obviously not like the normal behavior of a fat-headed aristocracy. Just yesterday morning, a convoy loaded with various supplies entered the city of Ramd, and the supply convoy was led by a woman, and it was the newly married wife of the Duke of Ramo.

The lord of the city was General Yárvis. As the king's most trusted general, he had to leave his wife and children in the royal capital and lead his army to this remote frontier after receiving orders. He is a middle-aged man in his thirties, and even if you look at the entire country of Heta, and even the entire world of Rabangka, Yalvis can be regarded as a brilliant figure. In terms of personal force, he is actually very average, but the general needs not muscle and brute force, but wisdom in the mind.

The war room was spacious, and Jarvis looked at the woman sitting in front of him, a rather helpless wry smile on his face.

He never imagined that Duke Ramo would attach importance to his own defense area. This is obviously not like the normal behavior of a fat-headed aristocracy. Just yesterday morning, a convoy loaded with various supplies entered the city of Ramd, and the supply convoy was led by a woman, and it was the newly married wife of the Duke of Ramo.