This is an era of extremely difficult information, and even if there is a group of technology developers who are ahead of their time, they are too few in number and of varying quality to be of little use in the wider society.

Lane had been heading south since leaving Erethusa.

He planned to pass vertically through the territory of Verdon and then enter Sintra.

The farther south you go, the more restless, fearful and hysterical the atmosphere in the air becomes.

This is the feeling that the local residents have escaped from their words and deeds.

Every household is packing their luggage, one package a day, and then when it is time to use the contents of the package, they will open the package and go back and forth.

They were at a loss.

In order to survive, they had to be ready to flee north. But they are too poor, and they have already reclaimed the land, built houses, and property that they can't move. These things are really inseparable.

As a result, they can only continue to work in the local area in a daze like a prisoner who has already been sentenced to death waiting to be executed, earning a day to eat.

Waiting for the time when the front line of the war really spreads, the knife is against the throat before fleeing.

Lan En was in a hurry along the way, which caused him to hardly enter the cities along the way, so he naturally didn't know that the news had caused a sensation and panic in the entire northern country-

Sintra massacre.

What allowed him to confirm the way the Nilfgaard army acted was to see it with his own eyes.

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Lane led Popai to a cliff, and at his feet was a river between Brugg and Sintra.

He looked beyond a freshly painted fence and saw the roofs of several houses, and the polished pillars of the pier.

The winch creaked.

The ferry set off the waves and sailed straight to the shore. The rough bow parted the river and pushed away the dusty grass and leaves. The ropes groaned in the hands of the boatmen, and the crowd gathered on the shore stirred. Women shouted, men cursed, children cried, cows, horses, and lambs cried.

Converges into a monotonous and muffled song of fear.

"Stand back! Get out of the way! Stand back, damn it! A knight roared, his head wrapped in a bloody rag.

His horse stood in the belly-deep water, raising its front hooves in annoyance and making a splash. Screams and shouts came from the docks. Soldiers with shields pushed away the crowd and stabbed the end of their spears in all directions.

"Stay away from the ferry!" The knight waved his sword and shouted, "The army has priority!" Stand back, or your head will hit the ground! ”

At the bottom of the valley, a group of heavily armed soldiers marched towards the ferry. Heavy weapons and armor kicked up a heavy cloud of dust, even drifting to the feet of the shieldmen in front of them.

The side that had already crossed the river had not even had time to evacuate the crowd and had already crowded into a ball, but looking into the distance, there were still countless people on the other side of the river still flowing like ants moving to the small pier on the opposite bank.

Lan needed to cross the river to the other side, so he grabbed a young man who was alone, with only a small burden on him.

A piece of hard bread was exchanged for his explanation.

"Why are we all coming from the other side of the river like our butts are on fire?"

The young man looked at Lan with his hooded cloak with disbelief as if he hadn't eaten in days, nibbling viciously on the hard bread in his hand.

The witcher was sitting on a rock, and he was covered by a cloak, so the young man couldn't quite tell his size.

"What else could it be? O Nilfgaard! All those who didn't come here will die! Slaughtered! Do you understand? ”

"Massacre? You're not alarmist, are you, man? ”

Below could be heard the neighing of horses pushed onto the ferry, the sound of horses' hooves trampling boards, the screams and commotion of the crowd, the splashing of fallen wagons, and the mooing of cows sticking their heads out of the water.

Lan En saw the knight with his head bandaged and rode into the group, and shouted, "In order, you sons of bitches raised them!" One at a time! Otherwise, I will cut you down! ”

At the same time, there was a feeling of soreness in Lanne's shoulder, which was the result of rapid muscle growth.

Although it has been less than a week since the implantation of the [Muscle Strengthening Organ] was completed, his muscle latitude had completely risen a notch, and even the socket of this armor buckle on the leather strap had been moved back by one place.

"You're exaggerating, aren't you?"

Lan En shook his shoulders without a trace, slightly relieving the soreness.

"Why are you so panicking! Haven't you ever seen a war? You must have come from the hinterland of Sintra, and the battle over there has already been fought? The front line is no longer affecting you. ”

"Generally speaking, the Wang family's army has finished the battle that should be fought, and the winner and loser are divided. Then the kings and nobles would come to an agreement, sign a treaty, get drunk at the banquet, and have sex with each other. It's none of the business of the people on the docks! What's going on with this chaos? ”

"Oh, you obviously don't know anything."

The young man had a sense of relief for the rest of his life, as if he had survived the river.

"This is no ordinary war, not for inheritance or ownership of a piece of land. We are not facing two noble lords arguing, if that is the case, we have experience to deal with these things. ”

As he spoke, the man who had fled was listed as many treasures.

"We'll run away and hide when the legion gets close. Take the precious belongings, and hide and bury those who can't take them away. When they are done, we will go back and continue our lives, and we will even be able to pick up some good goods on the battlefield and make a small fortune. But this time it's different. This war is very different from the previous ones! ”

As he spoke, his face turned terrified.

"The Nilfgaard people won't leave us a house to go back to, no. Only a piece of scorched earth and corpses, they will destroy everything! ”

"Wait, what's the good of destroying everything? The purpose of war is not destruction. There are only two reasons for war: first, power, and second, money. And the Nilfgaard people don't want anything, don't want to make money from more people, don't want to rule more people, only want to destroy? ”

Lane was puzzled by this, and after the last time he had listened to what the Ibn merchants had said about Nilfgaard, he changed the notion that Nilfgaard was a bit like Great Qin.

Began to think that 'Nilfgaard is a bit like an empire on which the sun never sets' that connects the colonies'.

But even the Empire, which is serious and does not do its own business, has not massacred or destroyed colonies on a large scale!

That's all money! Isn't it about money?

But the young man didn't want to say anything more.

"I can't tell you, sir. You are eloquent and intelligent, unlike us who farm the land, but your eloquence cannot change the facts. Here's the thing: the Nilfgaard did what I said! ”

"I should keep running north, and I advise you to go north too, sir."

"No, I still have to go to Sintra to do something."

"But Sintra no longer exists, sir. That's where I came from. ”

Lan's shoulder-shifting body stiffened, and his dark hood turned to the young man.

"You say. What? ”

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