After the rebellion was cleared, D.C. lost more than three-quarters of its population.

The economic and military strength of Iron Thorn Town has regressed greatly.

After Hemmer recovered from Aurelia's affairs, he set out to restore order.

From this incident, he realized that the gray status of the High Elves, humans, and lizardmen in their territory was too easy to accumulate hidden dangers.

The first thing Hemmer had to solve was the awkward identity problem of the foreign race.

After weighing the pros and cons, Hemmer clearly knew that he could not treat this group of foreigners directly as Truzi, nor could he rudely classify them as slaves.

To put it simply, the Truqi and the lizardmen in the territory who have made meritorious contributions to the rebellion are divided into first-class citizens, with the highest status and basic citizenship rights.

Other races, such as High Elves and Humans, are divided into second-class citizens, whose status is one head shorter than that of first-class citizens, but as long as second-class citizens serve them conscientiously and achieve certain merits (whether it can be military exploits, production, scientific and technological achievements, etc.), they will have the opportunity to obtain first-class citizenship certificates.

Slaves under second-class citizens, unless Hemmer intends to elevate their status, can only struggle at the bottom for the rest of their lives.

The Skaven of the Rodent Tribe are the only slave class in the realm.

The advantage of the implementation of citizenship is that it can not only balance the psychology of Truzi, but also increase the motivation of other races, so that they can find ways to have a "citizenship", and then fundamentally reduce the probability of rebellion.

Having taken his attention, Hemmer made a drastic move in the Iron Thorn, the Lost Gate, the reform of the three towns of Broken Moon Harbor, and the popularization of citizenship.

There were no major battles taking place on the land of Nagarus at this moment, providing Hermer with a stable opportunity for reform.

After issuing the general decree to the town guards, let them do it, and Hemmer only needs to control it macroeconomically.

A month later, Hemmer sat in his private room at Radlily's Temple, recovering from the rebellion.

He remembered Aurelia's words of defence for Asherlock and the others, and he heard some clues from them.

The mob said that they were driven by an inexplicable sense of mission to start a rebellion, and Hemmer was angry at first, just as their quibble, but now that he thinks about it so calmly, I am afraid that things are not simple.

"Could it be... A god intervened? Hemmer stroked his sparse stubble chin and rubbed it slowly, his hand feeling rough. After Aurelia left, he rarely took care of his appearance, anyway, the people around the pillow were gone, so he made up for it.

Linked to his previous doubts, the more Hemmer thought about it, the more wrong it became, obviously he treated the High Elves well, and they didn't show antipathy before, but actively participated in the city expansion work, and as a result, he went out for a while, and when he came back, he was reversed? It doesn't make sense.

If there really is a god involved, then it can be explained.

"But what if that god can't get along with my humble little character? Troublesome Chaos Gods? ”

Confused, Helmer went to the hall of the temple, dismissed the surrounding priests, closed the door with his backhand, and then came to the jade idol, drew his sword and knelt on one knee, and called out to Radlily's divine thoughts.

After several calls, Hemmer finally got through to Radlily.

The vast white mist appeared out of thin air and spread, enveloping the hall like an ethereal realm.

The veiled illusory figure of Radlily flew down from the idol, suspended in the air, and through the mist, her eyes engraved with divinity calmly stared at Hemmer below.

"My devotee, what confusion and need drove you to call me?" The sound was as good as ever, like a Sanskrit sound outside the sky, like ripples of clear water, and it couldn't stop swinging around the temple.

Radlily had been in the temple of Irees, in standby mode, but she couldn't stop Hemmer from calling all the time.

Are you there, my God? Are you there, my God?

In, in, in, in your horse, let the little fairy sleep peacefully.

A loud horn made her sleep unstable.

She really wanted to pick him up sometimes, bask him, bask him, wash it, pick it up, and ask him, a dark elf, why didn't he go to Kane, why did he find himself so energetic?

Although she was angry to get up, Radlily still maintained the coercion and demeanor of a god who was a devout believer in her.

Hemmer bowed his head slightly, informing Radlily of his doubts, asking her to clear his mind.

Well? The High Elves were bewitched into rebellion? And this fun?

knocked, blamed himself for sleeping too hard, and missed a traditional elf art show. Radlily felt a little regretful.

After complaining, she sensed the surrounding environment a little, and knew which Taoist friend was making trouble here.

So Radlily used her divine power to cut off the temple from the outside world, cleared her throat, and said to Hemer in a profound way: "This is divine punishment." ”

"God... Penalize? Hemmer looked up, puzzled by Radley's beautiful eyes.

"It's Kane who gets angry." Radlily strained her face and said in a calm tone, "You demolished two temples in a row and attracted the attention of the God of the Bloody Hand, so he quietly spread chaos and provoked the killing hearts of the High Elves and humans, thus triggering this rebellion. ”

In fact, she was restless in her heart, Uncle Kane, who went to his horse, dared to come to my territory to make trouble, and next time she designated no good juice to eat.

The goddess of Shin Zuan.

"It was Him." Hemmer learned the result, and it didn't mean it.

Kane's well-known little eye in the elven gods, it would be strange if he didn't fix himself.

But Hemmer still felt aggrieved, swallowed his saliva, and complained to Radlily with some grievances, "My God, why didn't you come forward to stop it?" After all, I demolished Kane's temple to proclaim your truth to the world. ”

I'm all messed up with you, why don't you stop it?

Aha?

Radlily was a little weak-hearted, she couldn't tell Hemmer that she was asleep.

Pull!

"Of course. All believers who believe in me are given by God and can be protected by me. "But, I need to know if they're sincere enough to win me over." In fact, this crisis is my test for you. ”

"If you can't overcome even such a simple test, if your perseverance, piety, and ability can only do that, then why should I value you?"

In short, it's not my fault anyway.

Seeing Hemmer's suspicious expression, Radlily calmly explained the truth, and then solemnly promised that she would take care of this land in the future, and she would no longer have to worry about any chaos evil gods, Kane and other bastards to make trouble.

Radlily didn't seem to have the idea of fighting Kane, and Hemmer sighed slightly, with his own ability, there was nothing he could do about Kane, it seemed that this was the only way to go.

Sending away Radlily's thoughts, Hemmer opened the door of the temple and watched the people of his main city condescendingly.

The white stone pavement trampled by the cultists who confessed to the god of the mist...... Seeing the sky shimmering through the clouds, refracted among the distant peaks, witnessing the immobile figure of the morning and dusk fog guard guarding the gate of the temple, and listening to the scantily clad Duruzi girl in the crowd leaning on the felt hat that was popular this year in Nagaronde, discussing his travels, he felt as if he had lived for hundreds of years, and at last he felt tired, and returned to his room in the side hall alone, closed his eyelids like scallops, and then fell into a deep sleep.

...

During the time it took to rebuild the town of Iron Thorn, another major event occurred in Nagaros.

Clarka-Lund's Dark Lord, Alyssa has her sights set on the Nico Vault Dweller on the Spider Plains.

Katpu, the leader of the Nico Vault Dweller, has many titles, is a Lich Lord, Archpriest of Kamuri, leader of the Funeral Sect, and the Tomb King's version of the Pope.

The birth of the Tomb King faction has to start with the first and most powerful necromancer in the Middle Ages, the supreme lord of all undead, Lord Nagashna.

As one of the most evil villains in the medieval world, Master Na basically belongs to the state of being dead, but not completely dead, throughout the timeline.

He has a loyal, unbeatable, and survivable protégé of Xiaoqiang, the "black" Akehan, a little apprentice who is making trouble everywhere and is bent on resurrecting the teacher.

Black skin gives him meaning

It is a lifetime of dedication to the resurrection of the teacher

Years and months turn possession into loss

Tired eyes with anticipation

Today there are only remnants of the shell

Welcome to the glory days

Hold the teacher in the wind and rain

A lifetime of hesitation and struggle

Confidence can change the future

Ask who can do it

The ultimate licking dog Akhhan, won the background song of the top 10 characters who moved Nehekhara. (It's not.) ）

Because of the character of the ultimate villain of the old man, and his combat effectiveness, every time he comes back to life, it means that it is time for the medieval world to cross the catastrophe.

The mighty Lord Na overthrew his homeland, Guni Hekhara, nearly killed Sigmar, the founder of the Empire, and fought the entire Skaven Empire to a stalemate.

Known as the big bone guy, the ancient Egyptian-style dragon Aotian.

On top of that, he is also the leader of the real discipline of the death magic faction, researching necromancy, and all the factions related to the dead, including the Tomb King, vampires, zombies, ghosts, etc., are the masterpieces of Lord Na.

It was he who changed the Middle Ages and made the world more colorful.

After finishing the fight with the Nezumi Empire and gaining a little insight into the nature of the Chaos Gods, the awesome Lord Na did not go crazy, and at the same time realized a real problem.

After all, human power is limited! In order to fight against chaos, let's just let all mankind not be human!!

So he set himself a small goal: to be equal to chaos and rule a material world made up of only brainless undead.

In order to achieve his goal, Master Na remembered his homeland Nehekhara, and after a sharp operation, he clicked all the motherland, and then used the king of Nehekhara at that time, Arcadiza as a spell casting prop, and released one of the largest spells in the history of the medieval warhammer: Dutemo to wake me up.

The necromantic energy that threw nuclear warheads enveloped all of Nehekhara with Nagasshza as the atomic blast point, and all the dead—from those recently slaughtered by Akhan to their ancestors with only a few bones left—were awakened at Nagash's call. The kings of the first generations unveiled their coffins one after another, and the kings of the ancient tombs were born.

Originally, the kings of the ancient tombs were a group of skeletons, without free will, all of them were workers who accepted the old man, and the first thing they did when they got up gathered to form a group to meet the boss.

As a result, before he was halfway down the road, he fell into weakness due to the release of the summoning spell, and the half-dead Lord Dina was killed by the despicable nezumi with a trick.

The Great Horned Rat was ecstatic, and Akhan ran away with the remnants of Nagash's Technique with a bucket.

The death of Lord Na unleashed the will of the Tomb Kings, but it did not lift the necromancy that had evoked them, and the Tomb Kings were officially "resurrected".

Densely packed, tens of thousands of skeletons recovered their minds, stood in the desert with a confused face, and at the same time asked three soul questions, who am I, where am I, what am I going to do?

Since everyone had been dead for too long, the flesh on their faces had fallen off, and no one could recognize anyone, so there was no famous scene similar to the Hokage's group of reincarnation after the reincarnation of the Filthy Earth.

The skeletons thought about it, since they were "alive" and "alive", they couldn't keep feeding the vultures in the desert, and everyone migrated back to the ancient city where they used to live like wildebeests, and then found that the ancient kings and residents were also leaning on the dangerous building, drawing their swords and looking around in a daze.

The skeletons stood together and looked at each other, and the atmosphere was very awkward for a while. In the end, everyone decided to repair their ancestral house first, and the new "life" must have a place to live.

Rebirth from scratch... Original world life.

When all the ancestors and ancestors of a country stand together, it is bound to involve issues of power attribution and strange family ethics.

In the same way, the kings of the tomb realized that everyone was a king, and the land was like this, and it really had to be divided, and the wolves had more meat and less meat.

The king who was photographed at the very end, I am afraid that he will not even be able to share the one-square-meter toilet in Zandili.

Since it can't be solved by ranking, let's open and play.

The great Mrs. Mrs. Emperor killed the unfilial Mrs. Mrs. Emperor, and then was killed by the indignant Mrs. Emperor, and this picture happened from time to time.

At the same time, some descendants of Nehekhara who fled to Arabi made a pilgrimage to the pyramids of their ancestors, only to find that their ancestors were still "alive" and still wandering around. He successfully recognized his ancestors and returned to his ancestors, so the ancestors were very moved to find that they still had descendants, and stuffed them with a large sum of money.

In short, in the early stage of the awakening of the kings of the ancient tombs, the kings mingled, and the whole country of Nehekala was a harmonious scene of reunion.

The endless civil war had overwhelmed the high priest of the Funeral Rites, Katup, and if he continued to fight like this, Nehekhara would be wiped out.

As Nehekhara's smartest man, he thought about a spicy man.

Nehekhara Street, ask who is the master? The Immortal Emperor, the King of Kings Setra, the strongest fierce man in Nehekhara, and the Egyptian version of Qin Shi Huang were still sleeping beautifully at this time.

Because his tomb is so well repaired, there are prohibitions and protections everywhere, so when Master Na told everyone to get up, Emperor Sai Da dreamed of Zhou Gong in the coffin.

In order to allow the red-eyed kings to sit together and communicate warmly, Katpu kicked open the coffin board of the Emperor and sang, "Gently wake up the sleeping heart and slowly open your eyes." ”

At that time, the picture was probably that the stunned Emperor Sai the Great was sitting on the coffin rubbing his sleepy eyes, listening to Katpu wiping his tears and saying like a cry, "The Emperor, Nehekala is dead!" ”

What?! His grandma's!

When Emperor Sai heard that the huge empire he had built with great difficulty was actually finished by the juniors, he was so angry that the golden beetles on his body shook off several catties.

The enraged emperor immediately gathered his own army of funeral companions, drove his chariot of bones and bones, and angrily recklessly came out of the pyramid, beating up the group of unfilial descendants who were still in the civil war. Those who disobeyed were to smash their skulls until the kings of the tombs sat down obediently and regained the virtues of the ancient Nekhkala, and the Emperor had time to listen to the story of what happened after his death.

Originally, Setra established the first dynasty and achieved great feats that others dare not imagine, but his only invincible enemy is death, Emperor Sai is not willing to die of old age, and wants to live for another five hundred years, he ordered his funeral rituals to find immortality for himself, and at the same time he also maintains a unique health secret, which can be summarized as "If you want to live a healthy and long life, smoke, drink and beat beans, go to bed late and get up late to have a bad temper, and make friends with the opposite sex." ”

Relying on both internal and external cultivation, and the sacrifices really found some useful home remedies, Emperor Sai lived for hundreds of years, but he still inevitably died.

The priests were afraid that they would go to the funeral, so they fooled Emperor Sai and told him to lie in the coffin first, and soon he would wake up again and become a golden man.

As a result, Emperor Sai woke up and beat his children and grandchildren to find that the golden abdominal muscles he should have had become rotten meat ribs, and he was furious on the spot, and kicked the funeral priest Katup. He was forbidden to set foot in any of the cities of Nehekhara until one day he was able to fulfill the ancient promise of the Funeral Order: to resurrect the golden body of Setra.

Since then, Katapp has spent centuries wandering the desert in search of scrolls, inscriptions, or artifacts, trying to fulfill his promises and find relics that will restore his beloved homeland to its former glory.

As long as he still has the strength to spare, Katpu will help the Tomb King he encounters, and becomes the official enemy tool of the Tomb King.

Recently, Katpu led the exiles of Nehekhara to the end of their journey, where they discovered a silo of lost knowledge in the Spider Plains, deep in the Obsidian Peaks, where they were digging.

Stuck in the way of the dark elves' attack on the witch woodland, Alyssa obeyed the witch king's will and wrote a letter to the honest Katup, to the effect that I want to take care of you, and you can do it yourself.

Katpu shouted that he was wronged, and the man was lying in the tomb, and the pot came from heaven. It's too late for him to fight with the beastmen, and fighting the dark elves is not killing himself.

After pondering for a long time, the High Priest decided to seek assistance and sent his Tomb King, King Sehelek, to the Witch King's mother Moras in the hope of signing a military alliance to ensure his excavation work, and he would also provide an army of the Tomb King when Moras needed military support.

Such a move instantly made Aunt Mo's dormant heart ripple again.