The age of witches is over.
Scarlett Hao knew this very well. From the moment the smoke of gunpowder rose in the old world, the death knell of the witches had sounded.
The knight class, which was once regarded as a trouble by the witches, was blown to pieces by gunpowder, but at the same time, the pride of the witches was also blown to pieces by gunpowder. Even farmers digging for food in the fields can pose a threat to witches as long as they have firearms and a little training. A team of hundreds of musketeers could clear out a witch's castle with just enough explosives.
It is true that neither steel helmets nor cloth armor can block the magic of witches, but no matter how powerful the witch is, they cannot block the frontal volley of muskets, and the number of witches is too small to withstand the encirclement and suppression of the human army with firearms. They could only run away desperately.
The discovery of the New World gave witches a chance to breathe. Thirteen witches boarded the Mayflower and came to the New World, escaping the search by the army. With the successful precedent, witches from the Old World also boarded colonial ships to settle in the New World. As for this matter, humans in the Old World also need time to digest the land left by the witches' withdrawal. The war has been temporarily eliminated, but the shadow remains.
The New World is vast enough, giving the witch ample space to display her skills. Fierce conflicts broke out between the indigenous people and the immigrants from the Old World. The indigenous people's spears and bows were unable to fight against the immigrants' firearms, but the shaman's witchcraft caused great trouble to the immigrants. To mitigate their losses, the settlers enlisted the witches to join the war.
The witches reached a compromise with the immigrants from the Old World and participated in the war against the natives of the New World. Although the shaman's witchcraft was magical, it was far from enough compared to the witches who had dominated the Old World for thousands of years. The witches' magic was better than that of the shamans. The witchcraft was even more deadly. The indigenous tribes in the New World were dying out at an extremely fast speed under the joint pursuit of immigrants and witches. The immigrants' westward movement achieved great success.
Soon, immigrants from the Old World conquered the entire New World. The confident immigrants from the Old World even went to war with the kingdoms of the Old World under the instigation of witches, taking advantage of the conflict between the two major powers of the Old World: the Kingdom of England and the Kingdom of France. Contradictions caused the New World to escape the control of the Old World.
The witches once thought that their survival problems had been solved in the New World - the New World gave birth to the United States of America consisting of 13 states, and Martha Custis, the wife of the first President Washington, was even a A real witch.
But when the machine that spewed white steam appeared in the north of the New World, the witches finally decided to go behind the scenes and fled to the seven southern states that insisted on tradition, and became anonymous.
But the witches' concession did not solve the problem. The contradiction between the North, which embarked on the road of industrial revolution, and the South, which insisted on the road of plantation and slavery, became increasingly fierce.
The North needed raw materials such as cotton and tobacco from the South, as well as a unified New World market. They eagerly hoped that the South would liberate the black slaves imprisoned in the plantations and let these black slaves become cheap labor in northern factories.
The war finally broke out. The North, which had taken advantage of the westward expansion, now had 23 states with a population of 22.34 million, while the 7 southern states had only 9.1 million people, including more than 3.8 million black slaves.
Although there was a huge gap in strength between the north and the south, the south had an outstanding military commander: Robert E. Lee. Under the leadership of General Lee, the brave and capable Confederate army gave the arrogant Northern Army a head-on blow. They had the upper hand in the early stages of the war, and the Confederate army even reached the capital Washington.
But the strength gap between the North and the South existed after all. After the Supreme Commander of the North, Lincoln, promulgated the Emancipation Proclamation to liberate the black slaves, the slaves who fled from the South provided the North with enough cannon fodder troops. After the city of Atlanta was captured, the defeat of the seven southern states was determined.
Moreover, the Northern Army also gave the Southern Army a very politically correct label - "witch associates", and offered a sky-high reward of US$10,000 for capturing a witch alive.
Perhaps in the next fifty years there will be, throughout the South, sardonic witches looking backward, looking back at bygone years and bygone people, evoking vainly heartbreaking memories, and valuing the possession of them Great pride to endure the predicament at hand.
But Scarlett Hao is not like this, she will never look back.
She knew very well that witches were no longer the protagonists of this war. The Northern Army was now offering high rewards to hunt down witches, just to silence the two powerful countries of the Old World.
"A mere Yankee can't conquer me."
She thought bitterly, but what she had to worry about right now was not those Yankees or dirty black people, but food.
Yes, Scarlett Hao can forget sad things, but she can't forget hunger, so that she lies in bed half asleep every morning. When the memory has not brought war and hunger back to her heart, she will curl up there in a daze. Waiting for the aroma of fried bacon and baked rolls. Every morning she always smelled hard, as if she could really smell the aroma of the food, and then she woke up completely.
"The damn nigger, why hasn't he done anything yet?" Scarlett Hao became anxious. She had never been hungry since she was a pampered child. She had used too much magic power and urgently needed food to fill her hungry stomach. The thought of roasted potatoes And those corn whiskey drinks, she couldn't stand it!
Suddenly, there were rapid and staggering footsteps in the hall downstairs, then paused, and then faster, but obviously weak and difficult. There was also the sound of metal clanging in the middle.
Scarlett's hair stood on end - among the people in Tara Manor, except for herself and her two sisters, the female black slaves Dilcey and Mammy, and the stupid and cunning black slave Pork, there was no one else. Got it!
And this footsteps did not belong to any of them!
Must be the damn Yankees again!
Scarlett Hao was hungry. Ever since Tara Manor was looted by the Union Army, she had hated all the Yankees. The reason why she killed the small group of Union Army was precisely because of this hatred.
The Yankees can't steal from me anymore!
She gently took off her worn shoes and hurried to the closet with her bare feet, not even feeling the swelling and pain on her toes. She quietly opened the top drawer and grabbed the heavy pistol she had specially made. Then she reached into the leather box hanging on the wall under the saber and fumbled for a while, then took out a fire hat bullet. Come. She tried her best to load the bullet into the gun chamber calmly. Then, she tiptoed into the hall upstairs and ran down the stairs. She held her hand on the railing to calm herself, and with the other hand, she grabbed the pistol and pressed it tightly into the pleats of her skirt behind her.
Scarlett Hao is a witch who is good at learning. She is one of the few witches who does not reject the use of firearms.
"Who's there?" shouted an unknown man's voice. At this time, she stopped in the middle of the stairs, the violent blood pounding in her ears, and she could hardly hear what he was saying.
"Hey, stop, stop, I don't mean any harm, don't shoot." The voice continued to shout.
The man stood at the door of the dining room, hunched over nervously, his eyes aimed at Scarlett Hao's pistol.
"Miss, I don't mean any harm. I'm not a member of the Northern Army. I'm just a passerby from a foreign land." The man raised his hands. "Relax, look at me. I'm neither white nor black."
"Aboriginal?" Scarlett Hao tightened her grip on the pistol. The man in front of her was wearing a silver-white hooded chainmail and carrying a strange black travel bag. He had black hair and yellow skin. He did look a bit like someone from the New World. Aboriginal people, but very different in temperament.
"No, I'm not aboriginal, I'm from another continent."
Paine explained while sweating profusely.
"Is the world on the main material plane so dangerous?"
Pan felt that he was very unlucky. He should have gone back to Dajing to have a good rest and bully the little maid Abi who bullied him, instead of appearing here inexplicably and having a woman point a pistol at his head.
"Player Paine, you were forcibly recruited to the main material plane world numbered 1562456 by the seventh-level player Fool using a rare object. The smart butler will synchronize the task after 24 hours. You can choose to accept or reject the task at that time."
