Chapter 1413 Fortress & City

Now a question stumps us: What is the purpose of the Goddess Church to block all pre-war documents?

I thought this was not a problem at all before, because the church has always given people the impression of being a conspirator: it distorts history, blocks knowledge, exposes the people to a limited worldview, and names everything in the name of the goddess, so what it does Everything should be done to enhance one's own divine authority, if not to enhance one's dominance, at least for the purpose of eliminating threats.

But now that Bingtis has found the forbidden content sealed by the church, it is a bit strange.

Bingtis grabbed the ancient war history, which was larger than a paving brick, and threw it up and down, while expressing his own opinion: "The most obvious contrast between the things recorded in these banned books and the things preached by the church is the 'Kingdom of Heaven'" The era is not peaceful at all. Now it seems that that period in real history was the worst day in the world. Even with the Dark Moon War now, it is stronger than the world's melee in ancient times - the Dark Moon War took hundreds of years to Fight once, and every time it can be stopped by the 'goddess' in time. The rest of the time, the world on earth at least maintains general peace. No matter how big the conflict is between countries, there is no such thing as the ancient times. You can also look at those outside. Mercenaries, think about the three iron knights you met during the day. They are from various races, and many of the mercenaries are not natives of the Gondor Empire. These people can get along well with each other, and it seems that this kind of peace with each other has become the norm. . I have also explored a lot in the past two days. The Gondor Empire is a kingdom ruled by humans, but there are also many other races in the territory. The total number of aliens is almost equal to that of humans, and there is no racial discrimination here. You guys If we look at the history before the Dark Moon War, which country allows foreigners to move freely within their own borders and even join the military and govern."

Having said this, Bingtis slapped the big book in his hand on the low table: "To sum up, the current world is more than a little better than the world before the Dark Moon War!" [

"Although cultural regression is quite serious." Lin Xue added in a low voice beside him.

"Yes, cultural regression and historical chronology are problems," Bingtis nodded. "Because the Dark Moon War was too easy to lose. The first and third time were lost. One time it caused an epoch of history, and another time it caused the global transportation network to gradually paralyze. These two things are enough to knock back a civilization for thousands of years, but except for Besides, from a humanistic point of view - why do I think the world is more lovely now?"

I think of a vivid example: "One is to let you live a fully automated life, but there will be natural and man-made disasters every now and then. The other is to let you live in the urban-rural fringe. Unless you are unlucky enough to be born during the Dark Moon War, you can enjoy it for hundreds of years." Taiping - most people would rather live in the latter environment, at least have peace of mind."

At this time, I felt the pocket on my chest move slightly. Dingdang poked his head out of it, and the little guy also joined the discussion: "Dingdang heard Lilina say it. The core idea of ​​preaching is to make believers feel that they can eat meat by following you." …”

That loli pope, who is dark from the inside out, is really bloody when he speaks, and his words are rough and unreasonable. Isn't that what preaching is all about?

Experienced veterans like Bingtis nodded: "Well, to put it bluntly, that's it. If you want believers to support you, you have to make them feel that they have a future with you. Only with comparison can there be support. The most ideal situation It is to save people when the world is in chaos, so that everyone will remember the days of dire straits and turmoil, and feel that since they have known God, the wind has changed and the rain has become smooth. Not only are they well fed and clothed, but they are also able to run smoothly. My old cold legs are showing signs of improvement, so preaching is as simple as that."

"But the church in this world came from the opposite direction," Qian Qian could see the problem with her rationality. "The original official history was so beneficial to the church: before the church was established, the world was in chaos, but after the church was established, the world was peaceful. Although the details There are a lot of things that need to be revised, but it’s better than the ‘Era of the Kingdom of Heaven’ they just mentioned. Comparing it with the Age of the Kingdom of Heaven, it seems that they have ruined the world.”

I frowned and looked at the "forbidden books" on the low table that had been sealed by the church and strictly prohibited for others to read. I feel like the Goddess Cult in this world is becoming more and more unreasonable: they cover up the official history that is beneficial to themselves. But he fabricated an "age of heaven" that makes people feel that the current world is dim. What did those monks think?

"Speaking of which... the Pope of the Goddess Sect seems to be in the North Fortress now, right?"

Bingtis suddenly remembered something. He raised his head and looked thoughtfully in a certain direction, as if he wanted to find the figure of a certain pope through the tents and city walls.

The corner of my mouth twitched: "You won't kidnap people and torture them, right? Is it necessary?"

"Who do you think I am?" Bingtis glared at me. "I mean to follow and monitor you. Anyway, there is a louse spirit wandering around the North Fortress now. Let him keep an eye on me in the next two days. That Pope."

I breathed a sigh of relief: "Of course it's no problem."

Bingtis touched his chin and his eyes flickered: "But having said that, what you just reminded is also a good idea. Hey, how about we tie that old man over and give him pepper water? Ask him if the propaganda director of the Goddess Sect eats Xiangchang. big……"

All of us, including Dingdang, said "cut" neatly, and no one talked to this unreliable female gangster anymore.

Early the next morning, we were woken up by the noise coming from the camp outside. I packed up and came out of the tent, rubbing my eyes. I met a female gangster who strode out of another tent. She had a dancing little girl under her arm. She came over and hung the girl around my neck. Above: "Don't worry about your sister, she's just very curious, lively and active. When I got up early to comb my feathers, she suddenly pulled out two feathers and said she was going to make pen tips - who taught me!"

I woke up from the early morning stupor, pulled the octopus away from my neck, and found that it was indeed Viska. She was still holding two shiny black feathers half a foot long in her hands. Realizing that I was looking at her, Maotong Loli immediately handed one over happily: "Brother, brother, people in this world use quills to write. Can you make one for me?"

Bingtis covered his face and turned away: "Damn, he turned out to be a self-taught teacher."

I rubbed Visca's head, not knowing how to educate this quirky sister, but when I glanced at it, I found that Pandora, who was following Bingtis, was also holding two identical black feathers in her hands, and I suddenly felt dissatisfied. She became satisfied: "Didn't Pandora also pull out two roots?"[

"Nonsense. I asked her to pluck it out on my own initiative," Bingtis rubbed her shoulders, as if the pain of plucking hairs still lingered on her body, "Vesca pulled out two hairs from the left wing, and I asked Pandora to pluck them out from the right. Two roots balance the balance.”

After talking for a long time, I had no choice but to stretch my neck and change the subject: "...Where is Qianqian?"

Lin Xue just came out of the middle tent at this time. As she walked, she tried hard to tie her long black hair into a single ponytail. After hearing this, she looked up at me: "Qianqian? She was not in the same tent as you last night. What? Speaking of which, you let me stay alone in the empty boudoir, and I haven’t given you any trouble yet."

"Who knows where she is? She didn't see anyone when she got up early. Besides, you had to occupy a tent by yourself yesterday, so why did you blame someone else?" I said as I stepped forward and naturally helped the eldest lady with her hair. If you tie it up, it's different for beautiful people. If an ugly girl ties a tacky single ponytail, she can only say that her back looks like an Amazon female warrior. But the eldest lady occasionally changes her hairstyle and looks like... well, a beautiful Amazon female warrior. warrior. There are only so many adjectives for me reading less.

At this time, the mercenary camp was becoming more and more lively. The surroundings were filled with the rough shouting and laughter of men and women, mixed with the sounds of weapons clashing and shouting from soldiers who got up early to stretch their muscles and compete with each other. Occasionally, One or two horses neighed and dogs barked from the distance. These desperadoes from all over the world are taking the time to warm up their bodies. As long as today is not the last day of licking their blood, they will continue to fight for the reward and then come back to enjoy the days of living. I noticed a new gray tent appeared not far away. It was still an open space when I went to bed last night: this was a newcomer.

I didn’t expect that someone would be interested in such a corner like the one we chose. It must be at least several miles away from the camp exit and the nearest “market”. Needless to say, this should also be for peace and quiet. Among the noisy mercenary group that likes to get together, there are not many people who like peace and quiet.

While I found Qianqian in my spiritual connection, I asked where the girl was wandering around, and I went over to say hello to the new "neighbor". Just at this time, the curtain of the tent was also opened from the inside, and a tall figure The tall white-haired woman bent down and got out.

I didn't expect that this new "neighbor" was still a girl, and she seemed to be a lone mercenary: definitely a rare resource in this industry, so I was suddenly in a daze. At this moment, the person opposite also noticed a stranger standing in front of him. She raised her head and glanced this way. With a suspicious look on his face, he asked in a hoarse voice: "Who?"

I gave the other person a quick look. This is a very cold-looking woman, wearing an ordinary dark leather armor, short white hair, slightly pale skin, but lavender lips. I don’t know if she is born with it or has lip gloss (considering the seriousness of the mercenary profession) (I think this may be natural)), the most eye-catching thing is her eyes, which are purple-red pupils that I have never seen among the locals in this world, and they are also vertical pupils...

Among the people I know well, there are two people with erect pupils. One is Lin, because her body is the Dragon God, and the other is Viska, because that girl mutated her body for fun and then couldn't change it back. Of course, this is all a problem. Foreign language.

This observation lasted only a second, but the woman in front of me had already noticed it. She frowned slightly, and I pointed behind me: "Oh, I just came to say hello, we are over there."

The white-haired woman looked up and saw Bingtis and Lin Xue chatting not far away, as well as the two one-meter-two-meter-tall little girls. There was no expression change on her face, but her eyes were slightly surprised. Then she asked: " Well, do you need me to move?"

I was a little stunned by this strange woman's thoughts: "...No, I just came to say hello."

The white-haired woman nodded expressively: "Oh."

I finally figured it out, this is still a person with facial paralysis. Generally speaking, people with facial paralysis have difficulty communicating, but what am I afraid of? We have been facing Pandora’s cement-like face all day long, haven’t we come here anyway? This person in front of me you……

But before I could speak, the white-haired facially paralyzed woman in front of me turned around and walked away, neatly leaving only her back.

"That woman doesn't look very happy." Seeing me scratching my head and coming back, Bingtis raised his eyebrows, "Did you ask about her measurements or the color of her underwear?"

I kept a distance of more than two meters from this female gangster: "You can't say a few nice words in front of Lin Xue... That woman was weird, maybe she was not sociable, she walked away without even saying her name. .Besides, I always feel like she’s a little strange.”

"I didn't realize it." Bingtis shrugged, "I think all the creatures in the world are the same."

I thought to myself, this is true. In the eyes of the True God, the various races in the world are not very easy to distinguish. It is like looking directly at the mechanical language at the bottom of the computer. Regardless of the princes, nobles, grass, trees, and stones, they are all the same large series of numbers. Ice Of course, the world in Tiese's eyes is not so boring, but to her, the "differences" between all things in the world are basically the same. That means there is no difference.

However, there was nothing noteworthy about the white-haired woman with facial paralysis. Let’s talk about it. I took Pandora and Viska’s arms and said, “I contacted Qianqian. She is hungry.” Went to the fortress to find food, and now they have occupied seven seats for us in a small restaurant."

As soon as he heard that he was going to a restaurant today, Bingtis turned around and left happily. When she realized what she was doing halfway through, she looked at the number of us with confusion on her face: "Why seven seats?" [

"The number is wrong," I looked at the sky from a distance, "it's not like you don't know that girl lives in another world line."

The North Fortress was originally a very large militarized "city". A large number of troops were stationed here for a long time, and it was far away from the interior of the empire. So gradually, facilities such as market bars and restaurants appeared in the fortress. They were basically all It is maintained by the retinue of the Knights. It is the only place for recreation for the soldiers stationed here after their boring life. (The dozens of kilometers surrounding the fortress consist of nothing but rocks and primitive jungle. Even officers do not dare to use the teleportation station to run to the nearest Looking for fun in town). Since the North Fortress is built on the mountain, it is divided into several levels along the mountain. The control becomes stricter as you go up. Facilities such as military camps are on the upper level, and places such as taverns and markets are on the bottom level. It's like a small town. In most cases, the second-line regiments and mercenaries outside the fortress can only move freely on this level. Above that is the controlled area of ​​​​the Knights. If you want to go there, you need a pass.

Now as more and more reinforcements, especially free mercenaries, gather at the foot of the Long Bridge Mountains, temporary villages and towns are formed outside the fortress. The small markets inside the fortress also became lively. If you don't look at the watchtowers that can be seen everywhere and the garrison station among the rocks not far away, walking on the lower level of the fortress feels like entering an ordinary medieval city. Still the liveliest kind. We were surrounded by the crowd for a while, and then we followed the signal sent by Qian Qian and found the restaurant the girl mentioned.

This is a restaurant run by the Guards. The owner and the waiters in the restaurant are also considered soldiers under the name of the Knights, but they are all veterans or soldiers who are injured and can no longer go to the battlefield. They retain their military status and stay here as if they are Qianqian told me about working in the city. I chatted with her all the way through the spiritual connection. When the girl inquired about the local situation, she was no worse than Bingtis's Lice. Of course, this was also different from Qianqian's. Mature character related.

"Arjun Arjun! This way, this way!" As soon as we entered the door, we heard a shallow voice coming from the side. Looking at the sound, we found that the girl was sitting at an empty table, with a pile of strange things on her hand. Weird gadgets, I don’t know where I bought them. We did "create" some local currency for emergencies, but usually only Qianqian seemed to be able to spend it: no one else had a collecting habit like her.

Probably because we came out a little late, there are very few people eating in this place now, and there are two empty tables in sight, which makes me feel less guilty about occupying seven seats. A group of people sat down at a long, heavy and plain oak table. Pandora and Visca took out two cannon casings with ease and placed them on the wooden bench to make it easier to reach the table. Then an old man who looked about fifty years old came behind the counter. Greeting people to serve us food: That must be the owner of the store. Qian Qian introduced that he was a veteran and seemed to have quite a lot of qualifications here.

Qian Qian enthusiastically began to distribute "gifts" to everyone. She divided the pile of small pebbles and metal pieces into several parts: "This is the amulet, this is the amulet number two, this is the amulet number three, and this is the amulet number four. …”

"Why are they all amulets?" Bingtis was puzzled as he held these strange accessories bought from a veteran or mercenary's stall.

"Those who go to the battlefield need this kind of psychological comfort the most," Lin Xue said, seemingly understandingly, "I have heard of similar things in the organization. It is said that there is a very superstitious combatant who must Wearing a pair of lucky socks at all times, his team later went to the Amazon region to perform a fourteen-day lurking mission. Later, the mission was exposed and almost all the team was wiped out. Only he had his leg broken by an unbearable teammate on the tenth day of lurking. I survived the disaster by recuperating in the camp..."

I:"……"

While we were chatting, we suddenly heard a burst of powerful footsteps coming from the door of the restaurant, followed by a big and honest voice not far away: "Ah! So you are here! The four of us are looking for you. Follow you all the way..."

I turned my head and saw a humanoid creature like an iron tower blocking the entire door. On his shoulder was a lazy little black cat. Through the gap between the big man's body and the door frame, a faint figure could be seen. You could see several pairs of hands and feet trying to squeeze in from behind. Joseph's rough voice shouted angrily outside: "You idiot, get out of the way quickly. Who can get in if you block the door..."

Stupid big guy!

And those three weird iron knights! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote and vote monthly. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to m to read.)