When I came to the town, I learned through the street signs that this is a town in the northeast of the Western Wilderness called Black Mountain, which is located in the northeast of the Western Wilderness. The mountain that the pawnshop "looked" at Wangshan before refers to the endless low hills to the west of the town, which belongs to the northern branch of the Sentinel Ridge mountain range.

Oster had known for a long time that in a real-life otherworld, a region could be as small as a few towns in the game. According to the simple map erected next to the street signs, there are more than a dozen towns and townships like this at the northern foot of Sentinel Ridge alone.

Since he came to the west, he has been traveling for seven or eight days in a row, walking, riding horses, and riding cars, not to mention walking hundreds or thousands of miles. None of the results left the south side of the Xiquan Bridge, the area the size of a fingernail on the map;

According to the data measured by his feet, the real size of this world is more than tens of thousands of times larger than in the game. The western wilderness must at least be a large state with an area of tens of thousands of square kilometers and a population of one million.

Oster couldn't help but sigh that this was only one state, and there were four or five states and regions of the same size in the Stormwind Kingdom, and just like that, it only occupied a small corner of the southern part of the eastern continent; How big the real Azeroth must be. To make the game like this, how high a configuration can it be?

The area around Black Mountain belongs to the county directly under the kingdom, and the lion flag of the Storm Kingdom is hung. In the town and on the outskirts, a large number of people are still being seen stranded here. Oster already knew that the most affected areas in the west were the central, western, and northern regions, and in the original game map, it was north of the Gold Coast Mine and south of Jangorod.

The victims began by following the road north and east, and after a long journey reached the northeastern corner of the Western Wilderness, on the border of Westspring County, Alwyn State. However, the only way to reach Alwyn has been closed off at the Westspring Bridge, and the area where the victims are stranded, where Oster flew west for a day after a fight with the Dreadlord, belongs to a knight lord, whose lord is a marquis named Garis Visak.

The Vyshak lord and the garrison of the Xiquan Fortress jointly blocked the road, nominally to enforce the king's decree to ensure order in the land of Wanggi and to prevent smuggling and fugitives, but in fact it was a misinterpretation of the Divine Will's monopoly to enrich their own pockets and take advantage of the victims. The team had no choice but to turn back to the south, and along the way, many of them were depleted of their possessions and became homeless, sent to workhouses for forced labor because they could not pay taxes or debts, and even sold their children and girls into slavery.

Many people choose to wait for an opportunity to escape, but the power of the Storm Kingdom is greater than the royal power, and the cathars and knight guards can directly cross the border to the kingdom and county to arrest people. The picket team led by the previous Knight captain, Landis Tomande, belonged to Lord Visak.

And those who have gone through a lot of hardships and finally made it out of the knight's territory, after arriving at the Sentinel Ridge Mountain Range, gathered in several towns near the main peak to seek help, and Black Mountain Town is one of the stops, and it is also the only way to the main peak of Sentinel Ridge.

The mountains in the western region are mostly low except for the southernmost thorn valley boundary mountain, and the Sentinel Ridge mountain range is relatively high because of its relatively high terrain, which can collect a part of the rainwater, and the surrounding precipitation is relatively rich and the soil is relatively fertile. It has many towns and fertile fields, and is second only to Wolgye-gun in the west.

The western state of the kingdom was stationed here, and the governor was the familiar name of Oster, Field Marshal Grian Stallman. Originally the leader of the People's Army of the Western Wilderness, an autonomous militia, he seems to have been promoted to the supreme governor of the kingdom in the western region due to a series of exploits such as quelling the rebellion of Defia and leading the army to participate in the Northern Expedition.

The troll's letter to the People's Army of the Wild West should have been given to him as well. The letter was full of ciphertext, and I couldn't read a word, and I didn't know what needed to be so mysterious.

Oster planned to rest in Black Mountain for two days before going to Sentinel Ridge, anyway, he had money in his pocket and didn't panic.

Waking up in the morning and out of the hotel, Oster wandered around town. Because the damage was relatively light, this side is quite prosperous. When the residents of the town saw the arrival of the victims, some of them took the help if they could, while others closed their doors. The number of victims was so large that none of the officers and soldiers were dispatched, expecting civilians to do anything.

Oster spun around for a while, his stomach growled, and he found a random street stall and ordered something. As soon as he sat down, he saw the old merchant man he met on the train, the one who cursed the robbers for robbing his caravan, and was busy and shouting in front of a street shop opposite;

Don't look at the old man's age, after the robbers were beaten away by Oster the day before, he walked like a fly with his belongings, as if he was afraid that the bandits would turn back. No one could catch up on the way, and he arrived in town much earlier than Oster, who had nothing with him.

The shop was apparently his property, and the old man was directing the house to seal the door, cursing the victims as poor ghosts and locusts. He also punched and kicked several beggars next to him, and violently drove them away from the front of the store.

The beggars, on bamboo poles, walked through the street and past the restaurants, begging from the people they met, but no one paid attention. When he reached Oster, he could not bear it, and untied his purse, and took out a few silver coins and gave them them.

Soon after, the boss served the food, and Oss was serving a pasta-like meal, and the plate was served, but no utensils were given.

After asking, the owner of the restaurant said, "Guest, you are a foreigner, now that the west has been hit by disasters, bandits are rampant, and trade routes have been cut off for a long time. And the dish you ordered is called hand-grabbed noodles, which is a special delicacy brought by immigrants from the Asan area, as long as you wash your hands, you can eat it directly. Just be careful with your right hand, because the left hand—" he said, patting his ass with his left hand.

Oster hurriedly stopped him and said, "Okay, no need to say anything. Then he drew the short sword at his waist, broke a clean branch from a nearby tree, peeled off the bark, split it in half, made chopsticks and began to eat noodles. The meal was very comfortable, attracting the attention of the people next to him.

Eating and eating, there was a commotion ahead. Walking over with a plate, I saw that near the small square with a fountain at the corner of the street, hundreds of residents had gathered in the black press. People are holding signs and shouting slogans, and they are marching against the enclosure law.

When I asked the people next to me, I learned that after the liberalization of land sales in the western region, the aristocracy and big businessmen colluded with the government to distort the contract and set up a clever name to privatize a large area of terra nullius, and the people even went up to the mountains to cut firewood and hunt for private property. Coupled with food shortages and transportation barriers, the prices of daily necessities have skyrocketed;

The income that could have been enough to support the whole family now accounts for more than eighty percent of the expenses for food and firewood, and a series of additional taxes such as the Northern Expedition tax, the Theramore tax, the bandit tax, and the pirate tax are also burdened. The inhabitants were busy all year round, and instead of surplus, they were in debt to the nobles and the big merchants.

Eating noodles and watching, the procession gradually became agitated, and began to smash things, burn shops, and buy for 0 yuan, and the order became extremely chaotic.

Oster took a sip of noodles and was amazed that no matter what world he was in, no matter whether it was magic or technology that ruled the world, there would be no shortage of things where there were people.

At this time, the old merchant man who had just beaten the beggar did not know why he was poking his brain on the side of the street and was recognized on the spot. Someone in the crowd shouted, "It's that real estate developer who bought the real estate in Xishan and used it to build a polo field for the nobles!" ”

The old man hurriedly wanted to run back to the house, but when the family saw that the situation was not good, a large number of people rushed over with stones and sticks, chose to ignore him, and directly sealed the door. The old man couldn't get in the door, so he was chased by the crowd and ran across the street, got a stone, broke his head and bled out, and ran away screaming.

As he ran past the fountain, he recognized Oster and shouted, "Save me and pay you!" While he couldn't help but say that he hid behind Oster, he jumped to his feet and shouted to the crowd chasing him, "This is a powerful priest, if you dare to come, your life will be gone!" ”

Oster was very depressed, and wanted to walk away with his plate, but was grabbed by his clothes by the old man, and used as a shield.

At this time, a large number of officers and soldiers arrived, erected a shield wall at the street entrance, and clashed with the demonstrators. The officers and soldiers took out their rune guns and fired flash magic to disperse the crowd. The rioters gradually became unable to resist and began to flee in all directions, and the scene became even more chaotic, and the sound of collisions and screams was endless.

It happened so fast that Oster watched in bewilderment, as a thin figure grazed him and sped away.

It took Oster half a day to react that the money bag had been stolen.