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May 3, 1350, two o'clock in the morning.

On the walls of a colonial city belonging to Rune, the soldiers stood guard with their guns, each with some trepidation. On the vast city walls, their presence seemed somewhat solitary.

The night was like a thick quilt that covered everything.

As the hours went on, the temperature in the early hours of the morning became cooler and lower.

The soldiers' minds were dulled by drowsiness and the constant dimness of their surroundings, and their perception of their surroundings gradually weakened, and they yawned one after another, huddled together to keep warm by the torches on the city walls.

Although the early spring nights in the Southern Continent are definitely not cold, people always have an instinctive yearning for warm places.

"Was it true that both Lerja and Jesut were taken by the Bairan rebels?"

To combat sleepiness, the soldiers began to chat to pass the time. A young soldier with brown eyes pulled up his collar and said worriedly, "Really? These two places are so far apart......"

"Why do you want to do so much? Isn't it written in the Kingdom newspapers? It was these two cities that suffered disaster first, and then they were taken by these all-pervasive cultists. The other soldier said disapprovingly.

"Didn't Aldra have an internal response before? It has been pulling for half a year, and it is only a matter of time before the kingdom is brought back, and if the cult really has such great ability, it will not be a cult. ”

The city they were guarding wasn't too big, but it wasn't small, about the size of the two cities that had been taken away, so they were uneasy.

The two cities that were suddenly destroyed by natural disasters cannot be said to be close to each other, they can only be said to be completely unrelated, their completely different strategic values and unrelated geographical factors make it impossible for the Northern Continent to strategically explain the reasons for the sudden fall of these two cities, and even the people of the Church of the Death will look at the map and begin to doubt the distance between the eyes of the Quetzalcoatl after a brief period of ecstasy.

Why did the Grim Reaper choose to destroy these two unrelated cities first when they opened their eyes, they didn't know, and they didn't dare to ask.

Maybe the Grim Reaper was just a whim, but the Immortals of the "Grim Reaper" path had to go back and forth to manage the city.

Therefore, the officials of the northern continent can only say that it is the combined effect of natural disasters and cults...... And that's not wrong.

Anyway, the people of the Northern Continent who have experienced more than a thousand years of normal life, although they have not seen the extraordinary with their own eyes, most of them have already cultivated extraordinary imagination, and if they are given a general excuse, they will find their own reasons.

"However, even if they can control the three cities, the Bailang rebels and their cult are much more powerful than the highland rebels."

The brown-eyed soldier was still worried, and couldn't help but say something to increase the prestige of others: "And we ...... here"

Under the complicated gaze of several compatriots, he muttered: "It's not ordinary." ”

There was no follow-up for more than a week after the incident, and the kingdom reacted to it somewhat, and the people who didn't know about the extraordinary had nothing to worry about, but the problem was that if you looked at the map, you could see that the city where you were stationed was just between Lerja and Hersuth, and even just pressed on the shortest line between the two points.

This special strategic position is what makes the soldiers tremble.

"Stand guard and be serious!" The squad leader arrived in time and scolded the young soldier.

"The kingdom's colonies are what the cult says can be taken away? These rebels won't be in for long, and if the fight really starts, the army will be sent to station, so you don't have to worry about it. ”

His voice was carried far away by the night wind, falling on the plains on the outskirts of the city, and without an echo, it was swallowed up by the vast darkness.

It was not an important city, nor did it have any important economic and strategic position, and the garrison in the city was only a few hundred and a thousand people.

But if you really want to fight, you may not be able to fight it, after all, the guns and weapons used by the rebel army are old products that are at least one generation behind them.

Thinking about it this way, I can barely put my mind at ease. The soldiers were trained by this, and soon quieted down and stopped whispering. The young people who have not reached the maximum of forty have cheered up one after another, calculated the time, and there are still more than three hours before they can change their guards and go back to sleep, and they will be there after a while.

After a while, it was almost dawn, and the sound of the soldiers yawning again came from the wind.

The team leader was also drowsy, but as soon as his eyelids closed, there were suddenly a few dry and piercing croaking sounds in his ears, and the team leader woke up to see a crow with mottled feathers landing on the city wall to rest.

The crows were parked just right, leaving a back for them. The squad leader immediately came to his senses, and the soldiers standing close next to him also looked over, and the two of them lightly loaded the guns in their hands, intending to knock down the bird and bring it back to add some meat flavor to the pot.

With a "stuck", the gun was loaded, and it exploded in the silence of the night.

The crow shook its wings, not startled away by the sound of the light.

A smile appeared on the squad leader's face, and his fingers were slightly clenched, as if he had seen the crow fall to the ground in response to the sound and turn into a plate of food.

The crow turned around and approached the torches on the wall, and the smile on the face of the soldier standing behind the squad leader suddenly froze, as if he had been choked in his throat. His face changed suddenly, as if he had seen something terrifying.

"Belly! Belly! The soldier trembled and reached out and pointed in the direction of the crow.

The feathered crow was still not startled away by the soldier's somewhat out-of-control voice, and the squad leader looked at it intently, and immediately held his breath, and the gun in his hand also started to shake. The crow was facing them, and they had not seen it clearly in the darkness, but now near the firelight, they noticed that a large piece of the crow's belly was missing, as if it had been eaten by other animals, revealing empty cavities and rotting flesh.

The crow shook its wings stiffly, blackened bones peeking out from under them.

"Dead Bird!" The team leader was shocked, his fingers immediately moved, and a gunshot knocked the strange crow to the ground.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the crow, which had been blown off half of its body, staggered to its feet again, headless and wingless, and the white maggots and bones were inseparable from each other in the several. The crow staggered two steps, planted its head into the torch, stirring up a handful of unkempt sparks.

The squad leader and the soldiers were stunned, and suddenly there was an exclamation behind them: "It's foggy!" It's foggy! ”

They hurriedly looked back, it was not strange that the fog was at night, but they didn't want to be attracted by the crows in this short moment, the dense fog actually gathered into layers of curtains, and the defenders of dozens of people on the city wall could not see their figures at all, only the torches on the city wall and their hands could still be seen, and a warm halo flickered in the distance.

The squad leader also hurriedly reached for the torch, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a rotten lower half of his face pressing against his shoulder.

The face opened its mouth and blew lightly, and the cold wind of rancid stench and death suddenly blew out the torches in front of him.

At the same time, all the torches on the walls were extinguished at the same time.

In the extreme darkness, they suddenly felt instinctive fear, and one by one cold hands pressed on their shoulders, knees and the back of their heads, pressing them down, kneeling in the direction of the plain, their foreheads pressed against the ground.

The plains outside the city were filled with fog at some point.

……

A young man with bronzed skin and hair tied back with a few small braids on his head stared in the direction of the city walls.

He stood alone on the plain, looking out at the city with lights in the distance, the gray-black mist surrounding him, and after a while, he blew a breath, and the bone whistle in his mouth made a sharp sound, and the living corpses standing silently in the mist stepped forward one after another.

Boom, boom.

It's the sound of dry bones pushing away the dirt.

The howling of spirits cannot be heard with the ears.

One after another, the dead rose from their slumber, and the young men with pigtails whistled in the middle of the procession, driving them towards the distant city, like a shepherd driving a flock of sheep.

Walking to the city gate, he was just about to open the gate of the underworld and pass through, the color on his side suddenly became bright, and the white-haired and majestic old man, the "Messenger of Death" Mirela walked out of the spirit world and looked at the young man in front of him.

"Why don't you attack the city yet?" He asked.

The young man lowered his head: "I have made the soldiers defending the city incapacitated, and I can open the door at any time to send the necromantic creatures into the city." ”

"But they're still alive, and you didn't let them go to the realm of death." Mirela scolded with an unkind expression, but still remained patient, "Stop showing off your kindness as a woman, have you forgotten how to fight and how to kill people after staying with women, children and children for a long time?!" ”

The young man was silent.

Mirela raised her voice: "Garand Persatt Eggers! Don't let me remind you again, the glory in your surname! ”

"When you play with the children, you should remember how your sister was killed because she didn't want to give herself to the soldiers!"

"When you get along with women, you should think of how your mother and father were executed in public for their rebellion and status!"

"When you hid at sea to escape reality, did you ever think that the people of your homeland were still persecuted?" Mirela heartily taught her children, "Her Majesty once asked me to bring you back, hoping that you, who are kind-hearted and have the prestige of the people, can bring about a benign change in the empire, do you want to live up to Her Majesty's expectations?" ”

Garland, the "janitor" in Sequence 5, kept his head down and didn't say anything, and after a few seconds, he closed his mouth and inhaled deeply.

He exhaled hard, the whistle between his teeth screeching through the night sky.

The gates of the underworld have opened! The ten-meter-high bronze gate completely covered the original city gate, and countless vines and arms stretched out from the underworld and wrapped around the city wall, and the extraordinary power caused the city wall to weather and corrode at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The towering and sturdy walls were not protected by extraordinary strength, and in a short time they had turned into a tofu-like mess of mud, with a few bones mixed with the collapsed mud, dressed in the clothes of a Rune soldier.

The bronze gate still stands, and Garand's whistle becomes light and ethereal. At this moment, the gate of the underworld is like a sluice, opened open, releasing a black and white cloud-like tide, and anyone who approaches it will be killed. The undead in the tide pulled wood from the wreckage of the city walls, lit blue flames, and threw them into the city ahead like countless meteors.

In the absolute silence, the sound of torches crackling and burning in the hands of the undead could be heard.

"My dear child, do not let me down." Mirela gave Garland a deep look, "The Angel of Temperance also supports us, stop being merciful, child, in the future, your kindness will make more of your fellow citizens die because of it." ”

Hearing the word "Angel of Temperance" and thinking of the leader's story and experience, Garand's mood fluctuated slightly.

“…… Father, I don't want to kill. ”

Garland held his whistle in his mouth, his upper and lower teeth gritting, his voice muffled.

"Because for us, killing people is too simple, and saving people is difficult."

Mirela patted him on the shoulder, and after a brief moment of sternness, he also slowed down his voice, showing the appearance of a kind elder as always, and sighed to the child he had raised:

"You sympathize with them, who will sympathize with us?"

"There are adults, old people and children in need of help in our rear, and after the city is broken, you can go to the logistics and stay for a while."

Garand nodded silently, and in front of them, the city had turned into a sea of blue fire that burned silently, and the light of the fire was imprinted in their eyes like a tide. No one is running in the streets, no one is running to fight the fires, the town is asleep, and it will sleep forever.

The infidels died, and the compatriots remained.

Everything happened as it had happened every day for 200 years.

It's not fun, it's not sad.

At four o'clock in the morning on May 3, 1350, before dawn, the colonial city of Canterlot was attacked by the Church of the Reaper, destroying the city's garrison and returning the fourth city to the control of the Byron Empire.

This fire burned out the last shred of détente between the two countries, and at seven o'clock in the morning, the Emperor of Byron declared war on the kingdom of Rune.

……

In one of Beckland's estates, fiery red-haired war angels sat on garden benches, frowning as they watched reports of the fall of cities in the Southern Continent.

Due to the recent tremendous changes in the southern continent, the slightest disturbance will attract the attention of the newspapers in the northern continent.

In just an hour, the various intelligence services of the Northern Continent had already received the news of the declaration of war by the Byron Empire, and then they informed the newspapers one after another, and three hours later, the declaration of war and the declaration of independence were published in the daily newspapers of various countries, spreading like a storm throughout the continent!

"Here we go! How brilliantly the flames of this war burned. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she said in a low voice.

I have to say that the Grim Reaper is still a lot more pleasing to the eye than the others, and the momentum of daring to do it is enough for Medici to praise a few more words. The Red Evil Spirit read and read the page of the newspaper repeatedly, and only hated that the Aurora Society and the Iron Cross Society did not go to the Southern Continent to fish in the troubled waters at the moment, so that she could not go to this nascent war to make a splash.

Then she burned the newspaper and strode to the office of the real Creator.

"Lord!"

She jumped up from the open-air balcony, sat on the railing of the balcony, and smiled at the young man with the cross on the black gold highlight: "Are you ready to be promoted?" ”

"If we don't hurry up, we won't be able to add fuel to the war that is sweeping the world!"

Her master stood in front of the bookshelf and looked through a book, a pen on the table flew up on its own, writing on a slip of paper.

The real creator didn't look back: "Next week." ”

The Angel of War was content and laughed.

……

In a luxury villa that has just paid £315 for a full year.

Crane, who took off his coat, stood on the large balcony of the semi-open room on the third floor with his back straight, looking at the scenery of the surrounding block, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"It's still expensive if it's expensive, and the £315 rent isn't too wasteful......"

He had paid a year's rent yesterday afternoon, and he could only force himself to be more and more pleasing to the place.

At the same time, he also paid Walter 115 pounds a year's salary, because he was likely to abscond after he got his hands on the Antigonus family notes, and the housekeeper was unemployed.

Based on this concept, he also paid the housekeeper Tanea an annual salary of 42 pounds this morning, so that the lady could initially feel the generosity and bearing of Mr. Dawn Dantès.

Under the busyness of the two butlers, the servants have been basically hired, and the character and life of the rich Dawn Dantès have begun to operate, and there is nothing to do with Dawn himself for the time being. But as soon as Crane sat down, he immediately noticed the newspaper in his hand.

It was just brought in by Walter, the butler.

It stands to reason that the Beckland Daily is the morning newspaper, and if Walter wants to buy it, it should be bought around eight o'clock...... Crane looked away, but saw that there was also a copy of the "Daily Bakerland" on the table over there, and he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Is there any difference between the two newspapers? Is something new happening?

Crane picked up the brand new newspaper and could smell the scent of ink on it. This newspaper was very thin, only half the size of the "Daily Bakerland" in the morning, and the content in it was very shocking, it turned out to be the news of the independence of the Byron Empire!

It's just the night attack of the Church of the Reaper, or the restoration of the Byron Empire, Crane won't be too surprised, after all, it has nothing to do with him, at most he is worried about Mr. Azik.

Even if Byron declared war on Rune, Crane was only a little nervous, thinking that as an extraordinary person in Sequence 5, he could have some self-preservation ability in the war, and Benson and Melissa were also in Beckland and could take care of them at any time.

What really made him a child earthquake was the Declaration of Independence, which took up an entire page!

This is the Declaration of Independence!

“…… He has resisted the administration of justice by refusing to approve laws establishing judicial power.

In times of peace, without the consent of our legislature, he stationed a large number of armed forces in our midst;

He sought to make the army independent of and above civil administration.

shielding them with sham trials so that they can kill the inhabitants of our states and still go unpunished;

Fabricated charges and escorted us overseas for trial......

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our coastal areas, burned our towns and destroyed the lives of our people.

He was now transporting large numbers of foreign mercenaries to accomplish the old business of slaughter, destruction and wreaking havoc, which had already begun and whose cruelty and despicability would have hardly been preceded even in the most barbaric times. He is completely unworthy of being the head of a civilized state.

At each stage of these oppressions, we petition for improvement with the most humble words; However, repeated requests have been met with a response of repeated damages. A monarch is unworthy to be the ruler of a free people when his character has been branded with the act of a tyrant. ”

This "he" is written as the Kingdom of Rune and reads as the Northern Continent...... Crane took a deep breath and a name began to swirl in his head: Russell Gustaf, Ro...... No, how could the colonized world promoted by Russell still provide the Declaration of Independence to the people of the Southern Continent? Could it be the true Creator? But it doesn't seem like the Aurora Society did anything in this incident...... Or is it ...... Edward Vaughn......

The rich man, who had just begun his new life and learned that the war was about to begin, was a little dizzy, and Crane walked to the entrance, opened the door, and found that Richardson, the valet standing outside, had an equally embarrassed and uncomfortable expression.

"I'm in the habit of taking a three-quarter hour nap at this time and not letting anyone bother me."

"Yes, sir." Richardson humbly responded.

Because he was a mixed-race illegitimate son, his father was a Rune, the steward of an estate, and his mother was a native of East Bailang, a slave of that estate.

After he was born, he was discriminated against and bullied, and developed a cowardly and obedient character, because he was quite good in appearance and suitable for receiving guests, and was selected by the owner of that manor as a valet and brought to Beckland.

When the House of Governors of Rune passed the law abolishing slavery, he lost his job and had to ask for help from the Metropolitan Association of Helping Domestic Servants.

Before Crane, he served two families, made some mistakes, and gained a lot of experience, and was favored by the butler Walter and became the valet of Dawn Dantès.

Glancing at Richardson, who was tall and about the same height as himself now, Crane shook his head invisibly and sighed in his heart:

"This kind of guy who can be a star in appearance can only be a servant in this era, and he is obviously so tall, but he is timid and cowardly, but this is also an advantage, obedient, silent, obedient, do whatever the master tells him, and never make his own decisions......"

Looking at Richardson's embarrassed expression, thinking of the contents of the newspaper, and the march of Southerners who gradually became more and more fanfare, Crane also felt a little subtle.

But he didn't think about firing the other party because of this.

In this tense situation, firing a Southern Continent hybrid who has found a stable job is really pushing the other party into the abyss.

Without further ado, Crane closed the door and locked it, returned to his easy chair, and walked four steps backwards into the gray fog to investigate the strange "moon puppets" that Emlyn White had sacrificed.

tbc

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Adam: It's okay, it's just a civil war in the Southern Continent, and it can be saved. (tear) (erase) (write)

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