Even if it's just a quick glance, it's on an isolated continent.
The Veil of Night, which has eroded most of Crescent Continent, is enough to have an impact that shakes the entire Rigal world.
After midsummer in the year 1532 of the Lamanite calendar, the blood moon hung high in the sky for a whole month. People who were originally talented in magic suddenly found that the spells they had been thinking about and couldn't achieve could be released. Some people with only weak flames evolved enough to become mage apprentices; at the same time, all kinds of magical beasts and demi-humans on the forest surface were also restless. Unrest and violent incidents occurred from time to time. While providing a lot of work for the mercenaries who specialized in hunting, they also caused a lot of casualties.
Human magicians who didn't know the inside story connected it with the previous similar event of shorter duration, calling it the "Second Blood Moon Peak." Although I don't understand what happened, I admire how easy and convenient it has become to improve my research and personal magic level.
"As if"
——They said so.
"It's like falling from a mountain with thin air to a plain where you can breathe deeply."
When the blood moon hangs high, the magic filling the air is excited and inspiring, and mobilizing and releasing magic is far less laborious than before.
All people related to magic have been studying hard under the blood moon every night during this month, eagerly indulging in the seemingly unlimited improvement and progress. There was even a cult that worshiped the blood moon in the Padrosi Empire. Because of the same color, they carried out mass killings and sacrificed blood in order to pray that it would last longer.
During this period, magic went on a rampage and turned into human torches, burning towers and even villages to the ground; the rampage of magicians turned into berserk, and giants and goblins invaded the villages, becoming more difficult to kill; and the evil cult and other incidents caused thousands of monsters to appear throughout Rigar. The internal suffering of the kingdoms is unspeakable.
However, regardless of good or evil, everything the magicians do seems to be in vain, as if the unpredictable weather is not dominated by human joys and sorrows.
Uneasy or reluctant, after a month, the night in Rigal returned to its normal state.
But the legacy it left behind has not disappeared.
Those magic power enhancements are permanent. This is true for humans, and it is also true for the ancient and dark evil things in the ancient deep forests that are beyond the reach of humans and know how to use this power.
But they still lurk, knowing full well that the only Lord they serve has not yet fully returned. They have been dormant for thousands of years. The years of the human world are just a blink of an eye to the ancients. The cities built by these prosperous and weak races will be easily torn to pieces and toppled when the fateful turning point comes.
Like the grass under the feet of a giant beast, it cannot resist the absolute power.
To live forever, you don’t have to be obsessed with short-term development, you just need to wait.
The ignorant young race is bound to make mistakes. Such majestic power is a fatal forbidden fruit for them. Once they taste it, they will only seek more.
Exploration and knowledge-seeking are like a coin. The good side promotes progress, while the bad side brings disaster.
– But let’s get back to where we started.
If the Blood Moon incident not only gave rise to folk superstitions and monster activities, but also contributed to the level of human magic, then another incident that followed this magic peak incident cannot be said to be so mixed.
Midsummer is the harvest season for many crops in Rigal, and about half a month after Henry and his party left Crescent Continent, violent storms mixed with cold air swept across the entire Rigal continent.
How could the disappearance of half of the continent be so peaceful?
Although the violent earthquake only lasted a very short time and was suppressed by superhuman power, so the tsunami failed to cause major damage to other coastal areas, the Crescent Continent was pulled into the curtain and no longer "exists" in the physical sense. The towering mountains can no longer block the cold current from east to west.
There is a strange attraction near the barrier composed of the land and mountains that disappeared in an instant and the magical energy. The monsoon winds will swirl along when it blows here, forming a storm with astonishing destructive power.
The people who survived the fragmented Crescent Continent immediately discovered this autumn that in addition to dealing with similar species, more severe weather was also approaching step by step. As storms and cyclones spread from the entire ocean like ripples, the waves that had just emerged from The southern port, which had collected the remaining supplies during the tsunami, encountered another disaster.
This was no ordinary summer storm. The rain it mixed with was freezing cold, as if it was blown from another dimension.
Many people also seemed to hear the murmurs of their deceased relatives when the storm appeared, and they also seemed to hear the cries of ghosts and howls of wolves that should not exist in this world.
Houses along the coast were uprooted, and huge fishing boats and warships were even pushed ashore during the storm and damaged the harbor.
In the face of the overwhelming power of nature, the solid city walls that were difficult to destroy by manpower were torn apart like paper. At first, people still had time and energy to express their condolences to the deceased, but they soon became nothing more than a series of soaring numbers that made people numb. Incessantly.
And they soon found that they no longer had the energy to mourn the deceased, and they even doubted whether they would have a tomorrow.
Because the cooling brought by the icy storm did not leave with the storm.
In the Padrosi Empire, which was not affected by too many storms due to its geographical location, the coldness of July made many people who had experienced the ghoul war feel lingering, but its coverage and duration were far more severe than before. lasting.
The mercury thermometer made by the best engineers in the empire showed a temperature of about 50 degrees on the east coast for a time, while the metric unit conversion of the continent of Rigar was only 10 degrees.
If it is autumn and winter, the weather can be considered warm, but it is deadly enough in summer.
The sudden drop in temperature caused crops to rot directly in the fields, causing many farmers to lose their money. The shortage of rations caused by severe harvest failure further caused low security in many densely populated areas of powerful countries such as the Padrosi Empire, which was experiencing large-scale urbanization.
Like a slow poison, it kills people invisible. The destructive power and terror to the naked eye is far less than that of a storm. However, the continuous low temperature around the world brings a threat far beyond the storm.
The sparsely populated countryside is getting along fine, but many cities where hundreds of thousands of people live have fallen directly into a food shortage panic situation.
Chaos permeates the continent of Rigal, and people who want to beg for food are increasingly resorting to violence or joining groups they feel are protected - the registration offices for urban soldiers and mercenaries are crowded, but there is a shortage of people. In the case of war, neither the nobles nor the guilds need so much manpower.
Unemployed people did not get any help. After the farmers failed to harvest, the landlords ruthlessly took away their houses to pay off debts and then rented and sold them to people who could afford to pay. As a result, they were not only unemployed but also became unemployed. Homeless people.
Kingdoms rise and fall. The West Coast is like drinking water and eating. Because of this series of events, several kingdoms have perished. However, countries that were better prepared and governed by wise kings also received dividends in terms of population and resources during the crisis of the destruction of their neighboring countries.
The West Coast United Kingdom, which has attached great importance to magicians since its founding, minimized the damage in this series of disasters. The severe climate was resolved by the miraculous power of the large number of court mages who gathered to operate under a unified will. The people's power also distributes limited supplies as efficiently as possible.
Crisis, there is an opportunity in a crisis, when a crisis turns into an opportunity.
Neighboring countries and domestic discords that were originally threatening have naturally calmed down due to efficient operations and concerted efforts to fight the disaster, making the United Kingdom on the West Coast the first country to respond to the impact and the least affected country. The reputation that naturally spread caused people from many surrounding countries to try to emigrate. However, they did not fully accept it and did not turn them away. Instead, they set up extremely efficient diversion and registration to allow people from all walks of life to enter. You can find the corresponding job position quickly after that.
The relatively new and small United Kingdom was able to react quickly, while those huge empires that were originally supposed to have strong command and operational capabilities under one leader were too bloated and became inefficient.
Powerful empires such as Padrosi and Otolo have suffered heavy losses, while the so-called "Laman Empire of the West" Rumanato, which is next to Otolo, has collapsed. Otolo is like a wolf, tiger and leopard. Although the empire itself suffered disasters, it still seized the opportunity of its neighbors' vulnerability to attack.
Under the crazy resistance of the Orc warriors living in Rum Anato, the hungry and cold soldiers of Otolo paid a lot of casualties, but successfully conquered many Rum including the Orc Autonomous Dominion. The territory of Anato was incorporated into the territory of Otolo.
As one of the few alien races that still mixed with humans on a large scale after the great seclusion, the orcs were defeated by the bilateral hatred brought about by bloody resistance and ushered in the massacre and purge of the Otolo Empire. Many of their branches fled and went into exile elsewhere. Those who stayed behind were reduced to fourth-class citizens of the empire, no different from slaves.
Rumanato now only has two cities left.
The great empire established by the Lamanites thousands of years ago at the end of the Western Expedition, the branch that preserved the other half of the Lamanite culture, is now completely in name only, like a candle in the wind, it will be extinguished with the slightest external force.
Thirty years east of Hedong and thirty years west of Hexi. The Lamanite nation, which once shed blood and fire on the entire Rigal continent with its aggressive and arrogant legion, was finally trampled into dust under the iron heel of another newly rising nation. .
But this ancient Lamani civilization is getting old and may only stay on the west side of the Rigar continent.
Because of the Padrosi Empire.
There is Constantine.
Like Otolo, the Padrosi, who suffered heavy losses at the beginning, welcomed their prince, their generals and marshals, and their great conquest that planted the Padrosi flag over ancient Lamania. By.
He seems to be a man with no taboos. Even farmers can be reused for their outstanding talents, and even the heirs of nobles will be punished and whipped by him if they make mistakes.
He acted vigorously and resolutely, catching out and executing those who took advantage of the chaos to make money. He returned the land to the peasants, and used the threat of military force to open the granary in the noble compound to relieve the people.
He reemployed workers and started a revival; he established social security so that homeless people could have a meal and a roof over their heads.
He walked among the people, or so they believed.
Powerful and loyal to him, the black-armored knights carried out Constantine's will. The great conqueror reversed the chaos in the empire. He brought order, warm food and shelter——
More importantly, he gave people the confidence to live.
While people are enjoying the hard-won warmth and order, they cannot help but feel sad and painful for those relatives and friends who died in the early stages of the disaster.
"Savior, great conqueror, His Highness Constantine."
"Why do you"
"It's late."
Troubadours sang these sad words, followed by folk sayings: "Your Highness' powers are limited."
Words like "His Royal Highness has not yet ascended the throne" were heard.
"If he were the emperor of the empire, such a thing would definitely not happen."
"Our prince."
"Our great emperor."
The rising public opinion began to panic many great nobles, who sensed a change in the direction of the empire.
But after these people hurriedly entered the palace, they were often never seen again.
The few people who showed up have also stayed behind closed doors since then. According to family members, their skin has turned pale and their movements are strange and strange, uncharacteristically.
Others tried to support themselves with troops to resist the marshal's will, but they died miserably in their sleep under heavy guard.
The corpse seemed to have been torn into pieces by wild beasts with its internal organs eviscerated, eyes wide open, and died in extreme pain without making a single sound for the guards just separated by a wall to notice.
The arrogant people, the fearful and surrendered nobles.
When Henry and his party passed through storms and rough waves and finally set foot on the southern territory of the east coast where the flag of the Padrosi Empire had been planted, what they saw was the established direction of public opinion.
It is the name of Constantine that is discussed and sung in the streets and alleys.
During the time they left the Rigal continent, too many things had changed.
So much so that Dru Yin's magic could hardly cover up the sage's appearance, which was almost identical to that of the Great Conqueror, and attracted frequent glances from the people.
The path that Haymelin never chose was finally trodden by another person who was so similar to him.
From now on, this man with black hair and gray-blue eyes will single-handedly pull the ancient Laman warship forward.
Rise, or perish.
Everything is in his mind.
Only a few days after returning to the east coast, Henry, who did not take the initiative to conceal his identity, received an unsigned but high-quality letter from the hotel owner where he lived.
While I was reading the letter, a group of mercenaries ran past the hotel door, shouting with joy.
"What's going on?" Kaleva asked from the side.
"Many branches of the mercenary union were purchased by the royal family. They have now become mercenaries under the royal family. Their salaries and remuneration have increased in all aspects, as well as security deposits." The hotel owner wiped the plate and said slowly. .
The sage, with his hands and ears, heard all this and at the same time opened the letter paper that cost as much as one gold coin.
“While you’re busy traveling around the world with nothing to do”
"I took the path you were meant to take."
"I will bring humanity its due glory, which ironically is exactly what you taught me but you yourself failed to uphold."
"You were a role model and aspiration. You had what I dreamed of, but in the end you did something else."
"The only thing I can leave you now is one sentence."
"Stand aside."
There was no signature or seal on the paper, and the content seemed irrelevant, but he knew who the sender was and what his intention was.
Erica is dead, although the definition of death is a bit ambiguous to her.
But at least the one he knew, Erica, who was most enthusiastic about the union between the human world and the Druin organization, and who tried to build a bridge between the ancient races and the emerging races, was definitely dead.
She died in the act of protecting those who had betrayed her without hesitation. She would definitely not regret it, but she was left with this mess.
Miu Miao, the "Red Thirteen" who is also the actual mastermind behind the mercenary union, has no intention of taking over.
Dru Yin's isolationism is extremely severe, and the already weak communication bridge between them and humans has been almost severed after the few remaining members of the friendly faction were killed in battle.
Although financial support may not be cut off, after losing the effective communication under the high-level magic structure and the operations of the aliens behind the scenes, relying only on the operations of human union management members, communication can only rely on ships and pigeons. maintain a unified trade union system spanning both sides of the inland sea.
It can only be said to be a fantasy.
The influence of mercenary unions will diminish in the future, and local organizations may gradually become local organizations that lack communication with unions in other countries.
But even so, Constantine's actions were too fast.
It was as if he had known the truth behind the mercenary union for a long time, and deeply hated this alien intelligence gathering organization rooted in the soil of the human world.
Glory to mankind.
Only glory for mankind.
a culture;
a flag;
An emperor.
So yes.
"What does this letter say?" When the white-haired Luoan girl asked her teacher this question.
He pondered for a moment.
"This is."
"War has been declared."
So said.
