West Hartland, Land of the Dead, Bourne Township.

The town on Baldur's Gate-West Gate trade route is one of the few remaining towns that has not been devastated by the Blue Flame Raid, and the town with a population of only a thousand people is now home to three times the number of displaced people, and if a small percentage of these displaced people choose to settle here, a new prosperous city will probably be built here in a few decades.

Of course, if the ruler of the multiverse were to change the rules again so boringly that it would cause another catastrophe of the magnitude of this one, the future of the town would be unpredictable, just like the Neverwinter and Luskan that were destroyed in the Northland Earthquake.

Dramatic changes in the earth's crust have flooded all parts of Faeron with displaced people, and the current state of the town is one of them.

The ragged victims wandered the fields in search of everything they could feed on—the stems and leaves of green plants, the rats and wild dogs that had been chased around, and the fungus that grew in the dark and damp.

Local farmers huddle in the midst of the displaced people – their homes and crops have long since been looted.

The catastrophe was followed by a chaotic era of collapse.

Frequent earthquakes have displaced many people, and the old order has been broken, but the new order is far from being established.

The blue flames that erupted killed most of Faeron's spellcasters, and the power of the gods was weakened to a low point in the catastrophe, and there was no force sufficient to form order in many areas, so chaos was predictable.

The first influx of displaced people into Bourne was twenty days ago, when there were only a few dozen displaced people. They were warmly welcomed by the local residents, and the locals of Bourne did not hesitate to show their mercy to the poor people who had been displaced by the disaster.

However, when the number of displaced people rose to two or three hundred, the locals looked at the displaced people with a little more vigilance. Attitudes also became cold, the lord's guards began to move around the town frequently, the farmers watched the crops in the fields vigilantly, and the homeless people were gradually rejected from the town's gates, but order remained.

The townspeople reject the outcasts in order to keep the town in order, but the order collapses when the outcasts, driven by hunger and despair, besiege the lord's mansion and slaughter the lord's family. The townspeople knew that the town was no longer theirs.

They wisely gave up their dwellings and food to the powerful among the outcasts: some exiled adventurers, if a new order was restored. They must be the center of order.

The townsfolk accept with grief that the title deeds and property certificates in their hands are subject to a simple thing: violence.

Soon. A new group of exiled adventurers and a mercenary group took control of the town with unquestionable violence, and a new order was established as the heads of the doubters hung from the town's fences.

A new order born of violence, both in the new townspeople and in the old townspeople. They all have the smell of wild beasts.

The cruelty in my heart has been aroused by blood, and my heart is shrouded in precarious despair. Kindness was temporarily suppressed.

At this time, they stared at all their kind in sight with reddened eyes. Be vigilant about what little you have in your hands - like a rat you've just caught, or a mushroom that you don't know if it's poisonous or not.

At this time, the convoy that appeared on the side road seemed quite out of place.

Gorgeous to the point of glamorous carts, sturdy horses, well-dressed coachmen, and the faint smell of spices wafting from the carriages.

The big-nosed middle-aged man on the watchtower in the town sniffled and opened his drunken red eyes: "Raised by a son of a bitch, where did the willow wood smoke the fragrance? ”...,

He picked at his toes with his right index finger and poked into his nostrils: "It's better to taste like this." ”

The sentry next to him burped and laughed: "Big nose, it seems that there is a convoy passing by the main road." ”

"Convoy?" the big nose was excited, and the drunkenness on his face immediately subsided a lot, as if he had smelled the prey: "I have to pay for the road, grain, cloth, and livestock, and the men will be arrested as slaves, and the women will ...... Hey, hey, hey, hey......"

Several nearby sentinels laughed lewdly.

"What are you laughing at?" Bignose lifted his stinking foot, kicked away the nearest sentry, and pointed loudly towards the largest courtyard in the center of the town, "Go and greet the chief." ”

The sentry was kicked, but he didn't get angry, he got up with a smirk, and ran madly towards the center of the town, shouting: "Boss, boss, there's a fat pig in the aisle!

"Like an idiot!" Big Nose scolded, and Big Foot scrambled into the rotten leather shoes, the leather surface of which had become a wet mass from the dampness and lack of maintenance, and a few flies and insects buzzed above them.

The big nose didn't care, and with a wave of the machete in his hand, he pointed at the approaching convoy: "Go! Stop them!"

The doors of the town opened, and more than a dozen sentinels crowded the road.

At this moment, the carriage in the distance suddenly stopped, and the sentries were stunned for a moment, but they saw a girl holding a baby walking on the carriage in the center, letting the child pee under a tree, and then boarding the carriage again.

Goo.

Big Nose swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

From a distance of dozens of yards, he couldn't see the girl's face clearly, but the light body had already aroused him, and all the women in the town could see were occupied by the leaders, and most of the rest were village girls who were annoying at a glance.

Right now, his interest was aroused by the light back that only appeared for a moment.

It was clear that it was a young girl, and although the face was not visible, the big nose was sure that she was a beauty.

"His grandmother's. He cursed, for he realized that such a beauty could not have his share, but it soon occurred to him that perhaps some of the leaders would get their hands on the new goods. Maybe he'll give him the old goods that he's tired of.

This gave him a new momentum, and Hehewei smiled and blocked with a group of sentinels.

......

"Vika, there's something wrong up ahead...... Those people. Holding the crying Ole in his arms, Hiccol boarded the carriage. Pale and woke up the proprietress who was dozing off in her chair.

"Huh?" Vika opened her somewhat confused eyes, she was tired these days, relying on the griffin to carry her family out of the treacherous place of Silvermoon City, and gathering a convoy in the town north of West Hartland while order was not broken, and preparing to take her family to the West Gate - Silvermoon City and the Northlands were no longer safe, at least the Dragon's Coast was a place she knew well in comparison.

Not closing her eyes for days on a row made her expression look surprisingly haggard, and she looked at Hiccol's frightened expression in high spirits. At first, he was startled, and then he saw the ragged team approaching the group of ragged and armed blades on the road in front of the convoy, and his heart was suddenly shocked.

The crowds of homeless people she saw on the road made her consciously avoid the thriving avenues, but she didn't dare to go too far off the road - the spirits and monsters in the wild were much more dangerous than the homeless people. For the small villages and towns along the way, she has always been careful to avoid.

As a seasoned trader, she knows exactly what to expect after a disaster at this level.

Large cities may still be able to maintain some order, but in some small towns that have been hit by displaced people, they may not be spared from the disaster. ...,

"How can you get close to town?" called the coachman. Asked with a frown.

"Ma'am, this is the only way. ”

Vika covered her forehead and exhaled a dejected breath.

"Vika, what to do?" the sentry got closer. Hiccol's expression became even more nervous.

"Give me Ole, where is Lanny?" Vica took Ole, who had quieted down after a shhh. Carefully hide her in the corner of the seat.

She slept in the carriage in the back. Hiccor said.

"Tell the guards to get ready for battle. Vika calmly ordered the coachman, looking nervous.

She didn't hire too many guards - there were two griffons hovering in the sky. There weren't many things that could threaten them, and most of her family didn't have enough combat power, and hiring too many powerful guards could be dangerous—she had never trusted the loyalty of mercenaries and bodyguards, especially in the current environment.

Twenty heavily armed guards stood in front of the outcast sentinels.

In addition to the twelve hired guards, the other eight were Vicka's cronies brought to Silvermoon City from the West Gate, and such a team of bodyguards was enough to deal with most dangerous situations.

Their sophisticated equipment instantly shocked his nose, but seeing the number of these mercenaries and the large group of people coming out of the town, his brows furrowed again: "Hey, friends from afar, why don't you come in and have a drink after passing through our town?"

"We're in a hurry, we don't have time to drink, dear friend, if there's nothing else, get out of the way. ”

Hearing the soft female voice coming from the carriage, the bearded man's heart fluttered, and he almost instinctively judged that it was not a young young girl who said this, but a young woman with a lot of charm.

This kind of tone is by no means something that a woman who shouts or shouts about her man all day long can have, and must be a well-bred noblewoman.

Years of mercenary career made him make the right judgment, and his mood immediately became hot.

Noble ladies are generally not ugly, even if their looks may not be perfect, but well-maintained skin can hide all defects, and he has only seen them from afar a few times, and has not yet had the privilege of trying them.

He raised his dark hand and wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth.

Nobles...... Now in this world, where else do you come from?

The experience of these dozens of days told him that from now on, he was a nobleman.

He laughed heavily, and replied to the words that came from the carriage: "Ah, what a faux pasto, how can the tradition of hospitality in the town of Berne not be perpetuated because of the reserved gentle......ness of the guests? Can't we satisfy our desires in a small way? Just a glass of wine, and we won't like to appreciate our faces?"

"Kill him!" Seeing the ugly face of the big nose through the gauze curtains, Vika felt sick in her heart, and noticed more and more people with weapons pouring out of the gate of the village and town, and ordered, "Then drive." ”

This cold order made the big nose soul fly out of the sky, although the troops in the village and town gave him full confidence that the robbery would be successful, but he knew clearly how unrealistic it was for his dozen poorly equipped sentinels to fight against these twenty heavily armed guards, but the reality did not give him a chance to object, Vika's guards roared and charged up, and several long swords were instantly stained with blood.

Seeing that several weapons were blocking his dodge path in all directions, the big nose screamed and rolled on the spot, dodging the first wave of attacks, but just as he got up, a machete slashing at his neck had already brought him the despair of death.

His mind went blank in an instant.

Vika in the carriage frowned.

Ping!

A flying sword opened the broadsword that was about to slash Big Nose, and Big Nose screamed, rolling and crawling out of the range of the guards. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )