The morning was cold, with a hint of chill, and the envoys (five people) set out on the road to Heidelberg. Few of the inhabitants saw them off, and those who should have gone were gone, and the freedmen with a little savings knew that the coming of the evil moon was the most dangerous, so they traveled thousands of miles to the southern towns and did not want to stay in the Black Hammer Castle. Those left behind were some penniless people who wanted to get a lord's reward in battle, or some outlaws, people who were wanted by the kingdom. They have nowhere to go, so they might as well stay here and try their luck.

The Ice Queen issued a decree that anyone who had committed a crime could be pardoned if he killed a greenskin, beastman, or werewolf in the wild. It sounds unreliable, but it can't be helped, Kislev is located at the northernmost point of the empire and is at the forefront of resistance to the Chaos invasion. It's full of dangers, and if you can kill one more, count as one.

In addition, it is said that it can be pardoned, but in fact, if humans encounter beastmen or werewolves in the wild, the probability of survival is extreme, so this also relieves the kingdom of the burden on these criminals, at least, the prison no longer needs so much food.

The war horse gradually left the town with the lord, ranger, and guard in small steps. Behind him, the gates of Blackhammer Castle slammed shut. A light rain fell in the sky, hitting Rod's armor with a crisp ticking sound.

The road was muddy, and fog hung over the forest, blurring vision.

Rhodes knew that if he had the chance, he would have to renovate the trail so that Blackhammer's produce could be shipped farther south for higher profits and gains. Otherwise, all the nobles or merchants from some nearby big towns came to buy it, and Blackhammer Castle would always be at the bottom of the industry.

"Damn it, how long is this weather going to last?"

On the way, the dripping rain finally made Lawrence can't help but start complaining. His clothes were wet from the rain and dried again I don't know how long it would take. This damp and cold feeling is really bad. This can't help but make him nostalgic for the taste of his hometown. In the distant South Sea town, on the shoreline of the Tyrells, sunlight is never a scarce thing, and childhood surrounded by sweet fruits and bread, seagulls, fishing boats, and sunsets always make up the most beautiful scenery.

"Three or five days, we're probably going to need to spend the next few days. Instead of complaining about the weather, you might as well find out where to shelter from the rain. Caves, tree caves, or whatever. ”

Rod's reply brought his mind back to the present, and at this moment, the breath of people and horses mingled into a steaming mist in the cold air, all indicating the cold climate here.

"No, we'll have to walk for at least another three hours before we see a cave where we can rest. Let's hope it's not taken over by bears or other beasts. ”

"Lawrence, tell me about your hometown, Tyrrell, and I'd love to learn more about the other side of the continent. ”

"Didn't I tell you before?"

"Hmm...... But it's not very detailed, you can talk about it again, at least let us feel more of the warmth and warmth of the south in this cold day. ”

Taking advantage of the boredom of the journey, Rhodes asks his men to tell him more stories about the Old World. After all, if you want to integrate into this world, you must know more about the world of Warhammer. After all, some memories were lost when I traveled, and now, I am a fusion of the memories of two people, like a picture pieced together by countless fragmented memories, intermittently.

Rhodes only knew that there were several powerful human nations on this vast continent. The kingdom of Kislev in the north, the empire in the center, the kingdom of Bretonnia in the west, the Republic of Tyrell in the south, and it seems that there is also a kingdom of Estalia. Lawrence's hometown is the Tyrrell, a special country of many city-states, known for its mercenaries who often face pirate attacks due to their proximity to the Badlands. Many nobles and wealthy people would hire thugs to help them maintain order and ensure safety. In that country, the role of government was very limited.

"Misu Island, my hometown, where it's summer all year round, and you can taste delicious fruits almost all the time. Snow does not exist in my hometown, and people there may never have the opportunity to see snow in their lifetime. The sun and the rain moistened the land. However, due to the rampant piracy and the remoteness of the big towns, there was little room for my homeland to survive. Fishermen and peasants toiled for a year's harvest to be looted with just one pirate landing. ”

The journey wasn't long, but it was boring. Lawrence's conversation undoubtedly broke the atmosphere, leaving several people temporarily immersed in their respective imaginations.

"In fact, that's when I was forced out of my hometown, and when I was an adult, pirates came again. The men of the village chose to compromise, knowing that it was useless to resist and would only invite bloody massacres, so those who did not have time to escape, all surrendered to the pirates, or joined them, or gave up their possessions. However, they want not only crops, savings, but also people. They wanted to insult my mother, so I took my father's arrows and killed them. ”

"After that, I ran away...... I wander all over the world, and I stay there whenever anyone is willing to take me in. Keep learning, keep working, in exchange for experience and capital. Tyrrell, it's a chaotic country, in fact, it's not much better than Kislev, believe me, we're always complaining about our country, about our current situation, but people elsewhere aren't necessarily much better. ”

The cold followed, and the horses' hooves trampled on the muddy road, leaving potholes in the ground. Lawrence's narration relieved the boredom and dullness of the journey.

"Bretonnia is the most romantic country in everyone's eyes, but what you don't know is that those romances and legends are only stories among the nobles. The commoners there lived in poverty, they had no human rights to speak of, and a ridiculous law stipulated that ninety percent of the peasants' annual harvest should be given to the local nobles and lords in exchange for the protection of the knights. Hehe, you know, with a ninety percent harvest every year, the peasants can't even feed themselves. Not to mention any kind of asylum. ”

They rode on the Northern Pony, and Lawrence's story along the way was a forgettable experience. The landscape is constantly changing, from the jungle to the wasteland, walking along this path, beside Rhodes is the bottomless valley and sea cliffs, and on the other side, there is an endless blank yellow meadow.