"It's the undead that blinded us! We can't continue blindly like this! "
"For freedom!"
"To not be enslaved!"
Shouts rang out in a village on the edge of Tasman. Hunters armed with hunting knives followed the man in the village square and shouted slogans. The farmers in the village were a little confused at first, but as the discussion gradually spread, some of them began to shout slogans.
"Hey, Sherlock, is what they're saying true? That the lords are puppets controlled by the undead? That we're all sacrifices? "
"Who cares if it's true or not? What can you do in this situation? It's true that we'll have to pay less taxes … I've actually been unhappy with Barov for a long time. "
"That's true." The farmer who asked the question turned his head and raised his arms, shouting along with the crowd, "Execute him! Execute him! "
The person being pushed out from the center of the square was the butler Barov the farmers were talking about. He had been tied up by the hunters and brought before everyone. Because his mouth was gagged, he couldn't speak and could only look at the agitated crowd in fear and struggle uselessly.
The leader of the hunters was Kulka. After his village was' liberated ', he led the other hunters to arm themselves, and together with the undead Dusco's team, they quickly began to' liberate 'the surrounding villages and towns. Up until now, they had taken down the butlers and private soldiers of five villages and effortlessly gained control of these villages.
At the same time, in order to gather the people's hearts, Kulka began to consciously spread a message to everyone. It could be summed up in one sentence: "Our cause is righteous!"
Although the excuse sounded a little stiff, and he didn't know how many people really believed it, it did have a positive effect. When Barov's head was cut off, the cheers of the crowd also proved this point.
Kulka looked at the crowd in front of him and heaved a sigh of relief. This village clearly wasn't guarded by Tasman nobles' necromancers. Otherwise, a fierce battle would definitely have been inevitable. He turned his head to look into the distance. Undead Dusco and his subordinates were in the shadows and hadn't come over. They only nodded silently.
Kulka understood that now wasn't the time for the undead to stand on the same side as the humans. Hastily telling the villagers about Dusko's identity might cause an unimaginable crisis of trust.
However, Kulka also had to face many problems. After the five villages were liberated, the villagers under his control numbered more than 1,800, and 200 of them were hunters and farmers who could fight. Although it sounded small, in reality, the organization was extremely loose, and it was difficult to guarantee their combat power due to the lack of equipment.
At the same time, due to the Necromancer's involvement in the two battles, the villagers of two villages were forced to relocate, which resulted in a huge logistical burden. After all, they weren't Undead and needed to eat. The only way to maintain logistics was to rely on continuous expansion to meet the demand for food. Hence, Kurka had to act before Tasman's Undead could react. Otherwise, they would not be able to resist the Necromancer's suppression.
Porch hadn't sensed any abnormalities in his territory yet, and this was the last bit of time he had left for Kurka to consolidate his power.
"So … we must hurry."
Kurka took out a simple map and raised his head to look at the gloomy sky. He pointed to the east amidst the drizzle. "Get to Tusk Village before nightfall! We must rescue all our compatriots as soon as possible! "
"Yes!"
"Kill these Undead scum!"
Kurka's tense nerves relaxed a little when he heard the response. He quickly arranged for his subordinates to take control of the village, and then led even more teams of hunters towards the next village.
"If this goes on … will it really work?"
In the shadows, the Awakened Takris, who was holding a bone staff, asked Dusko, who had been silent all this time.
As the supreme leader of the rebel army, Dusko now had a lot of prestige. Not only had he allowed Kurka to gather nearly 2,000 humans in a few days, but he had also personally pulled all the Awakened he had found over the past 20 years into his camp.
These Undead, whose memories had not been erased, called themselves the Awakened. The fact that they were chosen to be "converted" by the undead meant that these people were the cream of the crop among the "lambs". After years of accumulation, there were currently more than a hundred "awakened ones", including more than fifteen necromancers, and more than forty people with extremely strong combat abilities. They could already be said to be a force that could not be underestimated.
But Dusko knew that relying on the Awakened and these humans to fight against Augustine was no different from a fool's dream. Perhaps they could rely on Augustine's neglect to gain some advantage in the early stages, but if Augustine really had the time to deal with them, he could really just send a random member of the council to wipe out these villages …
So in response to Takris's question, Dusko replied in a hoarse voice, "We must quickly rope in more people to stand with us, even if they can promise not to attack us."
"You mean the people from the council?"
Takris was one of the few Necromancers among the Awakened, but he was still quite a distance away from the level of a member of the council. However, he quickly expressed his agreement with Dusko's idea. Augustine's war this time had caused a lot of fierce opposition from the council members. As long as they could get in touch with a few of them, it would be a matter of time before they gained support.
Heh … This was the so-called political correctness.
Takris shook his head, feeling that this matter was really absurd and strange. But he quickly suppressed this feeling, as if remembering something, and said, "Right, we met a group of 'Mutants' in the southern forest yesterday. Do you think there is a need to get in touch with them?"
"Mutants …"
Dusko had seen 'Mutants' before, but without exception, they were all captured. For as long as he could remember, these fellows were wanted throughout the country and could be exchanged for rewards. Therefore, no one had ever thought of communicating with these seemingly inhuman fellows. But now … he thought about it and shook his head. "Even if we want to get in touch with them, I'm afraid we won't get any response. Some hatred cannot be resolved, and these fellows don't have much combat power. Just ignore them. "
"Understood."
Takris nodded, no longer paying attention to those purple-skinned 'Mutants'.
*****
Under the curtain of rain, Rody's team walked through the mud, one foot deep and one foot shallow.
Although they were fully prepared, the terrible terrain of the mountain road after crossing the valley still made it difficult for the warhorses to move forward. Under such circumstances, there was no point in being anxious. They could only move forward patiently towards their destination while using various spells to conceal themselves to prevent their whereabouts from being exposed.
Thanks to Natha's previous comprehensive investigation, the comparison in her memory, and the support of Houdini's prophecy, Roddy now had an unusually detailed understanding of Tasman. Therefore, even if he had never been to Tasman before, his current performance was enough to qualify him as a "Earth Guide." Although the road was difficult, Roddy did not stay idle. With the help of the soundproof barrier, he explained the internal structure of the Tasman Kingdom, giving Merinthra and the others a general impression of the country.
"According to what you said, aren't the humans of Tasman very pitiful? The most frightening thing isn't the hardships of life, but the fact that they've been living in a meticulously planned scam from beginning to end, not realizing it even when they die. "
Merinthra used to be a Shadow Dragon, but she didn't have a detailed understanding of the internal structure of the Netherworld. Most of the knowledge she had about the Netherworld was general, and most of it was descriptions of Necromancy spells. Now that she heard Roddy say this, she couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
"Whether it's pitiful or not is relative. Actually, no one can be sure if they're living in a scam. Think about how the High Elves, who were almost at the peak of their existence, were wiped out just like that. Is it possible that this world is just a dream created by a god when he was bored? "
Roddy expressed his feelings. As a modern person, endless inferences and ideas had long been popularized by the public. In the world he came from, even high school students could talk about quantum mechanics and a brief history of time, not to mention theories like "The Sims" and "Brain in a Jar".
He had always had doubts about the meaning of his "existence", but it was obvious that he could only use this as an excuse to express his thoughts. He would never be able to discuss it with anyone else.
"A dream of a god?"
The speaker didn't mean anything, but the listener had his own thoughts. Akasha, who was at the side, suddenly looked a little confused. She looked at the rain and suddenly felt that she had always regarded this happy life as a dream. While she was happy, she was also afraid that this dream would suddenly shatter — this was a thought that people who had experienced pain for a long time would have. Thus, after hearing Roddy's words, she grasped the platinum scepter in her hand worriedly …
Never lose this kind of life, no matter the cost!
She secretly made this vow in her heart.
"What you said is something that no one has ever said before." Merinsera used to be at the top of the power hierarchy, so she had a deeper understanding of these seemingly simple words. "Gods have now become symbols. The strongest we can see is only a" demigod ", but this is a world of difference from a real god. No one knows how powerful a god is. Create a world? Destroy a world? Or did he just create a dream? "
She frowned and thought for a moment, but then she smiled. "Forget it, this is not the time to think about this. You always have some strange ideas in your mind."
Roddy smiled and did not say anything. He felt that with Merinsera by his side, the tense atmosphere had become relaxed. But as the team gradually left the range of the Gondola Mountain Range, the first scheduled village appeared in Roddy's sight.
"It's time to get down to business."
To deal with the undead, Roddy had prepared a set of methods. The principles were simple and easy to understand: rope in one group, suppress another group, and appease another group. Surrounded in enemy territory, he could not go on a killing spree like when he first entered the grassland — the Orcs had no room for compromise, but the existence of the Tasman Kingdom was extremely special. If he could use his brain to solve a problem, Roddy did not want to waste a lot of military resources to solve it.
The longbow was wrapped in a waterproof demonized fish skin. Roddy's eyes were locked on the vague outline of the village in the forest in front of him. He was thinking about how to make contact with these "lambs". But not long after, the scout in front of him brought him an extremely surprising piece of news …
"There was a battle in the village a day ago, and now there is no one but corpses?"
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