The Plains of the Whitsunday is a collective term for a large area of terrain located in the northern part of the New World.

It is a vast area, roughly equivalent to the Great Wilderness of Nordtov, or the entire territory of the Kingdom of Plantagenet before its formation, and is a generally flat area with a few hills and two mountain ranges, which is very fertile and stable.

At least until the pioneers from the Old World arrived and began their activities, it was peaceful and peaceful.

The Garnots inhabited here were a nomadic people who did not establish a unified state, and the descendants of the Aztec ancestors who expanded northward lived as scattered clans in their fertile and beautiful homeland.

They formed a rather unique primitive worship system according to the region in which they were located, and each clan would worship a totem of an animal.

The most peculiar thing is that perhaps due to the protection and teachings of Quetzalcoatl, the beast totems that these Garnot clans believe in are basically from the main biological groups of the astral plane.

The reason why this plain is called the "Land of the Holy Spirit" is because after nearly a thousand years of primitive worship, the Garnots have created many "demigods" in the Broken Star Realm through the worship and weaving of faith.

Of course, because the population of each clan is not large, the beliefs that can be given are quite limited, and the astral plane is not a place of peace and tranquility, which leads to the "demigods" created by the Garnots are only life forms of empty creatures of faith, and they are weak in terms of absolute strength and supernatural authority.

Considering that Quetzalcoatl had been a traitor to the new gods, and had long ago suffered from the contamination of chaos and had been seeking a way to cut himself, it is likely that Kurkan had led these Garnots to dedicate their faith to create demigods.

She may have used it to dissect and study the power of faith.

The truth of this brutal war is hidden.

The Aztec Kingdom, the most powerful country in the New World, intervened in this brutal situation for a short time, but unfortunately, in the face of the Garnot demigods who were polluted and strengthened by the White Devils with chaotic power and the Creator's Relic War Weapons in their hands, even the powerful mortal kingdom could only maintain the battle line on the southern border of the Holy Spirit Plains from continuing to deteriorate.

At the town hall of Newberry, the largest city in the northernmost frontier territory of the Whitsundays, reports of war from the south were flying like snowflakes, and the situation deteriorated much faster than the rulers here had expected.

The rapid changes on the Old World have left people there with no time to pay attention to the bits and pieces of news coming back from afar, but with the end of the Black Plague and as more and more people turn their attention to the New World, everything that happens here will soon be revealed to the rulers of the Old World.

These guys with demigod form but no demigod power are the best "weapons" in the eyes of those bastards.

After all the weapons of war left behind by the Creator failed, the White Devils immediately encountered their greatest crisis since the landing.

In 1063 A.D., the Explorers' Guild's first large steamship, the Voyager, landed on the east coast of the New World, and now in 1112 A.D., 49 years later, the number of Garnot clans in the entire Whitsunday has dropped from 379 to less than 10.

By then, it would only be a matter of time before the White Devil's evil deeds were truly revealed, but before the truth of the horrific massacre, which had lasted for fifty years, was revealed, a blow from the Chosen Creator had already struck this great plain of blood and tears.

In other words, the vast majority of the 379 "Garnaut demigods" have fallen into the hands of those bastards who manipulated the slaughter.

A defense officer dressed in classical knight's armor pushed open the noisy council chamber, and said to a middle-aged man in a gentleman's suit with a funny Mediterranean hairstyle in the crowd in his hand, holding a bloodstained battle report:

The barbarians performed horrific living sacrifices in their holy city, and all were "

"The ruins of Machute had been seized a day earlier, we had lost New Bobonte, the 7th Pioneer Armed Regiment guarding there had been annihilated, and the Aztecs had not slaughtered them, but had handed them over to the angry Garnots.

The Aztec vengeful armies are running through the areas they control at a frightening rate.

The members of the Explorers' Guild don't take the approach of war to survey the world, but some of the hidden bastards with special purposes don't, who come to the New World in search of the fabled "Heart of the World" and stumble upon the Garnots of the Whitsunday and their weak "cute" but powerful demigods.

The locals call them "White Devils", and in the light of what they've done in the past 50 years, it's a bit of a humiliation to call them "devils" for those who imagine evil creatures.

This powerful presence beyond mortal warriors, in turn, sustains the complex but self-contained belief system of the Garnots.

"Lord Mayor, a new battle report has been sent back."

The terrible news immediately quieted the noisy town hall.

These "people with status" in front of them looked at each other, although despair is an invisible emotion, which cannot be seen or touched, but the facial expressions of the people in front of them are obviously very vividly outlined and reflected the true meaning of the word "despair".

According to the original trajectory, they should continue to develop until they were influenced by the political ideas and advanced institutions that came from the southern Aztec kingdom and finally established their own state on the plains of the Holy Spirit, but the arrival of the pioneers of the Old World completely changed and interrupted all this.

However, after a thousand years, the guidance of the new gods has made the Garnots a true "beloved people" of the spirits, and although the demigods of their clan do not have much power to bestow on their followers, it is not a big problem to create one or two "god warriors" in the physical world as their own agents.

However, the mayor of the Mediterranean was still very good, he coughed and took the battle report from the defense officer's hand, glanced at it, and looked back at the map of the so-called "New Federal States" hanging behind him, and when he found that the Aztec army had advanced to the middle of the plain of the Holy Spirit, this guy's cold sweat immediately flowed.

It's so fast!

This speed of advancement is simply terrible!

In the current situation, at most two months, all the pioneers of the new Federal States would be driven into the sea by the brutal Aztecs to feed the fish.

"Don't worry! Gentlemen and ladies, these are just strategic adjustments, and the southern part of the Whitsunday has never been our traditional sphere of influence. ”

He wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, then turned back to the quiet people behind him and shouted:

"Our powerful legions and fleets have set out, as soon as they attack, the situation will be immediately controlled and reversed, we have many demigod war beasts in the sea, we have many gods and warriors who have returned to us, and we have the blessing and protection of the Creator!

On top of that, we have strong support from the Explorers' Guild.

The warriors of the Old World are already on their way, and as long as we grit our teeth and hold on, we will not lose our land, plantations and our wealth"

"And our slaves!"

A well-mannered old gentleman said aloud:

"How can we make money without those slaves? Mayor Pat, didn't you say that your conversation with the kings went well? Could it be that the kingdoms of Plantagenet and Nordtov watched as we, the brave pioneers, were defeated by the barbarians?

There is also the Portia Confederacy.

I myself am the Baron of Sico City, and my family is very prestigious in the local area!

I also have a friendship with the mighty and brave Earl Sicomel, and if necessary, I can write to my old friend and ask him to send the mighty Sicoh hussars into the New World to send all the barbarians to the sky! ”

"Of course, of course! Lord Baron Finnick, I will be the first to contact you when we need a strong hussar, but the situation is clearly not that bad at this point. ”

The cold sweat on Mayor Pat's forehead increased, and he wiped the sweat while reassuring:

"The choice to establish a new federal confederation here was a joint decision, and we were not willing to surrender our wealth to the kings and nobles of the Old World, and if we were to introduce their influence rashly, it would probably be impossible for us to make fifty years of pioneering efforts go down the drain, so we cannot act rashly until the most critical moment.

Everyone, let's go and rest.

After some strategic adjustments have been made with our loyal and reliable defense forces, we will continue to discuss the decision to send Pioneers to the northern ice fields. ”

The mayor coughed a few times, motioned with his eyes to his servants to send the city councillors out first, and after only him and the officer with a serious face were left in the hall, he wiped his sweat and asked in a dumb voice:

"So, our mechanics haven't been able to repair those Creator artifacts yet?"

"It can't be said that it has no effect, only that it has made no progress, mayor."

The officer shook his head regretfully and said:

"The mechanics simply don't understand how they work, and it's hard to even disassemble them effectively.

After they all lay on their stomachs overnight, the Aztecs were killed, and many commanders thought that the Aztecs had used sorcery to interfere with the sacred machinery, but with all due respect, sir, things are very bad right now.

Although there are demigods and god warriors on our side, they are not enough to sustain the entire battlefield, and the Aztecs have a way to deal with them, and if we do not get any more support, I am afraid that the new federal states will be doomed. ”

"Don't just exaggerate this boring fear, say something useful! Excellency. ”

Mayor Pat was a little angry, and he scolded:

"We have your plantation and your estate in our country, and if you lose them, you will have to take your wife and children back to the Old World to continue your career as a failed smuggler, and everyone here is the same, including me!

In the Old World, we are the most despicable people!

We don't have power, we don't have wealth, we don't even have the qualifications to be watched, but here we have become decent gentlemen and people of status through our own efforts, and after tasting dignity and abundance, who would want to go back and live a desolate life?

Resist!

Whatever you do, the front line must be resisted!

I'd rather jump off the docks in Newbury and drown than run back to the mocking laughter of the bastards of the Old World. ”

The officer fell silent.

After a moment of thought, he said:

"The only way to do this is to abandon the thirty-seven frontier towns in the south, withdraw the men to our sphere of influence, and then garrison the demigods and spirit warriors with our armies in several key areas.

Although the Garnots have the help of the Aztecs, their inferior nature in their bones makes them sooner or later fight among themselves because of the uneven distribution of the spoils, and those barbarians who do not know how to unite at all are mud that cannot hold up the wall, otherwise they will not be quickly defeated by us in fifty years.

Moreover, their 'gods' are now on our side

The fierce Aztecs were not charitable, they also lost the Creator artifacts they used to defend the frontier, and the Aztecs were too powerful to support them to penetrate the entire plain of the Holy Spirit.

The servants of Quetzalcoatl regarded it their sacred duty to defend the Heart of the World Forest, and according to the unanimous guess of the army officers, the Aztecs would stop their advance at most to help the Garnot break through the middle of the Whitsunday Plains.

At that point, the protagonists of this war will be back to us and the Garnaut barbarians.

Mayor, we're not afraid of those guys.

But these are all speculations, so I ask you that you have to be prepared for the most dangerous situations.

I know that we are exiles and traitors in the eyes of the monarchs of the Old World, and they will most likely not care about our survival, but the money must be spent! Not at this time, can you keep it as a ransom when the Garnots come back?

If the Plantagenet Kingdom ignores us, they will find the Northerners, and if the Northerners ignore us, they will find the Portian Confederacy, and if they can't do it, they will find the money-hungry brass dwarves.

There are also a lot of gold-burning veins in the New World, and they will definitely be interested. ”

"Well, that makes sense, you go and prepare first, I'll give you an answer later."

Mayor Pat looked very satisfied, but after the officer left, the mayor's face fell suddenly.

Damn it!

These idiots still hope for the Portia Confederacy and the Brass Dwarves?

Those two forces are already finished!

They didn't even know about the ten-year war and the collapse of the old religion, and they were still living in the era of ignorance more than ten years ago, but they didn't know that the old continent they were familiar with had already changed greatly.

Management like Mayor Pat knows this, he is one of the few people in the New World who is living in an information cocoon and has his own channels to know everything that happened in the Old World, but it is precisely because of this that he feels extremely hopeless.

At this time, the countries of the Old World had their own troubles, and they would never send someone to help them poor pioneers at this time.

For now, the only way to save yourself is to find a way.

Why don't you retreat to the cold northern ice fields before the Aztecs and Garnot barbarians come and lift them up, uh, no, a strategic turn?

"Master, there's a ship on the dock, it's the ship of the Seven Islands Alliance."

A sturdy and docile Garnault servant humbly entered the hall and reported to his master:

"The men on board have asked you to come and meet you immediately, and they say they have brought weapons that can suppress the enemy."

"The Seven Islands Alliance? What are those pirates doing here? ”

Mayor Pat raised an eyebrow in surprise, but he was genuinely interested in weapons that could suppress the enemy, but left the town hall and got into a carriage and headed for the docks.

On the other side, in the bilge of the merchant ship that had just docked, scholars and slave owners in disguise were bowing their heads to a middle-aged priest wearing a black sacrificial robe and a mask in front of him.

"We've come to pick you up, Lord Monk."

The scholar whispered:

"The Astral Passage is ready, please gather our people immediately, you must hurry, at that time, the temporary tunnel may be discovered by Murphy's collaborator, the cunning and vicious 'Endless Serpent' Manne."

"Not that this time."

The Dusk Chief, nicknamed "The Monk", patted the wooden box beside him, shook his head and said:

"This precious 'trophy' cannot be transported through the astral plane, we can only take the old way, the fleet of the Martinque Trading Company is about to leave for the Old World, our people will return on those ships, we must keep a low profile, especially when the Creator's arrow of light is hovering above the sky, this delicate moment should not attract more attention from the 'Creator Chosen One'."

"But such a blatant return of ships from the New World must have aroused the alarm of the halflings."

The slave owner whispered:

"During your travels, a lot has happened in the Old World."

"So, we don't go the traditional route."

The chief monk waved his hand and said:

"Some of them went to Port Joseph first, disguised as merchant ships trading in the Far East, while the rest of the ships carried our booty around the frozen seas of the far north and the coast of the Western Saharians in the cold north into the sea of storms.

Pass through the Frozen Bay and eventually land in the Sachs area.

It is a route that has not been traveled before, and there will be many difficulties and dangers, but once we reach our destination, we will be able to recover from a series of failures and get infinitely closer to our destination.

I have gathered all my companions in the New World to go to that wonderful future together. ”

"But if they're gone, won't the New Federal States have all their skeletons sucked out of it?"

The scholar was surprised and said:

"Compared to the Old World, the rabble on this side of the New World is our basic plate, and without our support now, these pioneers will definitely be eaten alive by the Garnots and Aztecs."

"Well, my friend, that's just a necessary sacrifice to do great things."

In a compassionate tone, the Monk said:

"What's more, in terms of what our pioneer friends have done in the New World for fifty years, isn't it a deserved end for them to go to hell?

Perhaps the initial hostility between the two sides was instigated by us, but when things developed to the point of genocide, it was the result of their own efforts. Although we believe in annihilation, not all black cauldron has to be carried on our backs.

Person.

Always have to pay for your choices, especially those desires, ugly things. ”

(End of chapter)