Chapter 43 Debate in the Wilderness
"Don't make excuses for your sins, Dark Mage!"
The knight of the Church of the Goddess of Prosperity flew into a rage. He pointed his spear at Yang Qiu and said sternly, "Just because he was too close to a few young servants when he was young, you are going to judge that the knight is guilty for life? Who do you think you are?"
"The Sir is not only a gentleman, but also a good husband and a good father. Because of your reckless judgment, he has ruined his life and plunged the whole family into grief. You are the sinner!"
Yang Qiu chuckled and said, "You are only over a hundred years old, how come you are more confused than me and have such a bad memory kill a lively teenager. What kind of terrible devil is Sir Hans?"
The knight's expression froze.
"In my opinion, Sir Hans, who killed an innocent boy, is cruel and a sinner. Letting such a person pay the due price for his crime, breaking his limbs and bones so that he can never recover and can never do evil again, should make people happy, and everyone should be celebrating and rejoicing..."
"Nonsense!" the knight roared.
How could Yang Qiu be frightened by a "young man"? He glared at him and shouted, "As a local and an apprentice knight of the church at that time, you should have empathized with the families who lost their children and had more compassion for their cries. But what did you do? Defend a terrible person like Sir Hans? You actually gave your sympathy to that terrible devil?!"
"You are deaf and blind, and you don't understand human nature! As a knight of the Church of the Goddess of Prosperity, you don't protect the believers of the Goddess, but treat them like grass!"
"Don't you ever feel ashamed when you pray to the goddess of prosperity?! Don't you ever think about yourself when you question why an evil black magician like me doesn't get out of control?!"
The knight's breathing became heavy, and red light flashed in his green pupils from time to time. His old-fashioned face, which was covered with knife-like wrinkles, could not help but show signs of pain.
The power of this world is poisonous. No matter how powerful a person is, if there is a flaw in his spirit, he will be polluted and corroded by the omnipresent ancient gods.
However... he is a church knight after all, and his firm belief allows him to serve as an anchor with many believers of the Goddess of Prosperity.
The Goddess of Prosperity is indeed a positive god with positive doctrines. She is capable of protecting these devout church knights and will not let them fall into despair as easily as a lonely man like Rex.
Soon, this guy got rid of the interference of mental pollution, and his expression became firm: "Even if Sir Hans is wrong... he is indeed a gentleman needed by Camor. His plantation provides job opportunities for many people. It is the Sir who feeds thousands of people!"
Yang Qiu, expressionless.
It is impossible to talk about class and the means of production and production relations with this stubborn feudal knight. The greatness of the working people is sneered at even by the 21st century capitalists on earth, not to mention this world.
Those who hold capital and the means of production will definitely treat the people like grass and leeks. This has nothing to do with human character and morality, it only has to do with one's butt.
Therefore, Yang Qiu did not waste time discussing with the knight the origin of the plantation land belonging to Sir Hans. Instead, he made a surprised and surprised expression and sneered:
"Just because you are in a high enough position, you have the right to kill little boys who are also locals of Camor and believers of the Goddess of Prosperity without being held accountable? You can do whatever you want to humble civilians?! I didn't expect to hear such cold-blooded and cruel words, as barbaric as the survival rules of wild beasts in the jungle, from the mouth of a knight of the Church of the Goddess of Prosperity. I am ashamed of myself!"
"This world doesn't need justice and fairness. All disputes can be resolved by comparing identities and status. Those of lower status cannot pursue the sins of those of higher status. Do you think so, Knight of the Church?"
The knight was horrified.
Then... the church knight who wanted to fight the evil black magician turned his horse's head and galloped away without saying a word.
Yang Qiu, who had won without fighting, snorted coldly...
Trash! You dare to debate with me? Was the red scarf I wore a fake one?
He turned the head of the undead horse and looked at the Kamor weavers surrounding the carriage.
These old, weak, and disabled people were originally extremely uneasy about being driven out to follow a notorious black magician. If they did not know that they were a burden to their families and were not threatened by the union members that "if they did not follow them obediently, their families would be in trouble", many of them would rather commit suicide than force themselves to leave the town with the team.
Along the way, even though they were stumbling along and many people were so tired and hungry that they could hardly lift their feet, no one dared to ask for a rest... There was even little wind tonight, so no matter how painful and terrified these people were, they did not dare to sob quietly, for fear of being heard by the black magician who would decide their fate.
When the knights of the church caught up, hope quietly sprouted in the hearts of many people who had already given up hope... They were extremely eager to terminate this journey with a bleak future. They wanted to go home - even if there was not much warmth at home, it was at least their home.
So... these people heard with their own ears the debate between the church knights and the black magician.
He also witnessed with his own eyes how the church knights abandoned their weapons and fled in a panic.
When Yang Qiu turned to them, the weavers, who were originally extremely afraid of Yang Qiu and dared not look at him, all turned their eyes to him.
Even those women who were almost blind before the age of forty tried hard to raise their heads and blink their dim eyes, trying to find the location of the black magician.
A middle-aged man (less than fifty years old) with sickly dark skin and an old look like he was in his 80s, forced himself to walk out of the crowd, slowly took off his worn straw hat, and bowed tremblingly: "Thank you... sir, thank you..."
This cotton farmer, who dedicated his youth to working in the cotton fields and was quickly sent back home after losing his labor force, actually doesn't know what he should be thankful for.
In the debate between the black magician and the church knight, there were actually many words that he didn't understand.
But it was enough for him to know that this black magician had mercy on them, was willing to speak for humble people like them, and was willing to cause trouble for those respectable masters to speak up for the people among them.
Yang Qiu sighed.
Most of the people in the world are unfortunate, and this statement applies in any world.
On Earth, if you look beyond China, you will see many people who, like the civilians in this world, cannot even attract any attention for their mass deaths...
When people in the "civilized world" complain and mock the "Islamization" of countries that accept refugees, has anyone ever thought about whether the refugees were willing to become slaves of a conquered country?
When people in the "civilized world" look down on the "lazy, crime-addicted, and without national self-respect" black people with a pretentious petty bourgeois attitude, who has ever thought that these people on the African continent have been suffering from the fate of being sold as inhuman slaves by countless countries and regions around the world since the 16th century, and have been displaced for generations?
In the movie "Gone with the Wind", will the audience sympathize with the beautiful and elegant heroine, or will they sympathize with the black slaves far away from their homeland?
The locals and the Russians have tacitly maintained the current situation of warlord division and infighting in Libya. Who is calling for Libya? Do n't other countries know what war means to a country?
Intelligent creatures, including humans, are actually extremely indifferent to the cries of their own kind in most cases.
The insatiable desires of a few determine the fate of the vast majority of people. This is the truth of human society.
Even Yang Qiu himself was not that noble... If he hadn't been eroded and assimilated by the tentacles of the ancient god, if he hadn't had the sword of Damocles hanging over his head that could kill him instantly with the ancient god's gaze, he would have been a peaceful Chinese on Earth long ago. If he looked back at this fucking dark alien world, he would have lost.
There was no noble idea of saving others in taking these people away. The starting point was still Yang Qiu's own interests - the "game" needed civilian NPCs, and his territory, Tarantan, needed manpower to do things that players were unwilling to do, that's all.
Yang Qiu was not touched at all by the weavers' gratitude. He had only done it for his own purposes. There was no need to feel self-satisfied or self-elevated just because he had helped others a little bit.
Anyway, Yang Qiu never regarded himself as a savior. All he needs to do is to have a clear conscience.
"Those who can't walk get in the car and continue on their way."
Yang Qiu led this group of people, who were actually exhausted, to continue walking for more than two hours, until many of them were about to collapse, and then he ordered them to stop and rest.
Then... take out the food that you have prepared in advance - fatty pork lard bought from the market, fried fish fillets (fried inland river fish that the fishmongers didn't sell in time), fried instant noodle cakes (the kind without seasoning packets), cabbage at one dollar a pound, etc., put them in a pot and cook them into a stew, and that's considered a meal.
This kind of messy stew would definitely be unwelcome to the former thieves who had "enjoyed" the goods that were taken off the shelves in the supermarket, but it was well received by the weavers; after all, they had walked for nearly ten hours to eat this meal, so not only did the weavers have no complaints, they were even more obedient...
During this period, the players' zombie and skeleton armies maintained a frequency of spawning monsters about once every forty minutes to an hour, and steadily advanced westward.
Yang Qiu never imagined that he could make the Fourth Calamity rush forward like a regular army. If he really did that, only one-third of the players would be able to suppress their impatience and not commit suicide when they got to the destination. This would be considered a group of players with strong wills and a paranoid mentality towards the mission that was almost abnormal...
When he took this road to the town of Camor to cause trouble before, half of his time was spent on driving away monsters that the players could not deal with for the time being, and searching for small bosses and elite monsters suitable for the current large group of players to kill - otherwise, with the speed of the undead horse, he would not have been able to spend so much time.
With the constant "refreshing" of blocking bosses and elite monsters, there weren't too many players who forcibly logged off...
When it was dawn in the game, these players who were traveling and killing monsters realized that if they stayed with the team the whole time, the daily online time would not be enough, so they agreed on the online and offline times and ensured the number of people online in an organized and planned manner.
Lahong, who took the photo of the undead horse, also did something cool: after discovering that the profit from killing monsters along the way was really great, Lahong personally went offline to call the player who was currently keeping the undead horse back online , and also called up the people who were not called up last night, and then asked the knight player to ride the undead horse to transport the companions who did not keep up with the main group or who died accidentally...
Qin Guan was jealous and found Brother La Hong, hoping that they could help "bring people". Brother La Hong agreed without hesitation, but he wanted money...
The players who were extremely excited about going online and offline , because they went online and offline at a non-save point, they couldn't take screenshots or record videos, but they also broadcast the entire process of this super exciting "Great Expedition" live on the player forum, which caused a group of cloud players to drool:
"It was three o'clock in the morning in the game. The army marched to a place near a lake. There lived a kind of fish-man monster with sharp horns on its head, scales on its body and messy hair like water plants on its body. This monster was so awesome that it could even cooperate. If you killed a monster nearby, all the monsters would come over. Several people died and had to wait in line for the undead horse express..."
"The person above didn't mention the main point. After we killed the murlocs, my teammate saw some lotus flowers by the lake and went into the water to feel around. He actually found lotus roots! Lotus roots that were several times thicker than our thigh bones!"
"You are the one who is missing the point. We are either zombies or skeletons. What's the point of finding lotus roots? Who can eat them?"
"Take it back and sell it to those high-level NPCs! They usually eat instant noodles every day, how can they not drool when seeing lotus roots?"
"Damn, I even got into business with NPCs. 6666!"
"Will I gain reputation if I hand in lotus roots to a high-level NPC?"
"Let me do it, I can make lotus root dumplings!"
"Let's get the account of the cloud player above first."
"Please give me a number..."
"It's six in the morning. The elite monsters that spawned this time are even more powerful. I used the identification spell and it showed that the ranger player can capture them as pets!"
"Stop talking, I'm dying of laughter, a bunch of walkers rushed up to try to capture them alive, and a bunch of them died!"
"I'm one of the dead walkers. I suspect the idiot planner is playing tricks on us walkers. He didn't even give us the capture skills and tricked us into going up and giving ourselves away..."
"Please give me a number, I want to play too!"
