The Port of Narasi is one of the top port cities in the middle and lower reaches of the Barcelo River. There are hundreds of shipping and shipping companies alone, and its shipbuilding industry is not inferior to that of the Port of Moses during the era of the Odysseus family.
Such a prosperous city has just welcomed a large number of refugees from Mashu's territory, and now tens of thousands of undead are swarming into the city... The chaos caused can be imagined.
Jeremy K. Bancroft stood at the second-floor window of his house, watching in shock as the endless stream of dead souls ran past the street in front of his house. He was dumbfounded for a long time before he remembered that his wife had just taken the children to his father-in-law's house in the city to attend his niece's full moon ceremony the day before. He rushed back to the study, called his father-in-law's house, and reminded his wife not to go out.
The wife on the other end of the phone sounded very nervous. She calmed down after confirming again and again that their home was not harassed by the dead spirits. She comforted her husband not to worry, saying that the dead spirits had not yet harassed her mother's neighborhood. Her father and brothers were packing up their things, and the family was preparing to take refuge in the home of a neighbor, a certain Baron.
"No! You can't go!" Jeremy was almost scared to death. "Let my father-in-law answer the phone! Stay away from the nobles! Do you understand? You can't go anywhere where there are nobles--!!"
The wife explained that there was a very safe underground shelter in the baron's house next door, but she still couldn't convince her husband, so she had to let her father answer the call.
"Believe me, Melken, the best way to avoid trouble is to stay away from the nobles, and don't go to the streets..."
Jeremy tried his best to persuade his father-in-law Melken for a long time, and promised that he would bring his housekeeper to deliver food from the suburbs to the city. Only then did Melken half-believingly give up the idea of ​​hiding in a neighbor's house for refuge.
After hanging up the phone, Jeremy urged the housekeeper and the only two remaining servants in their family to move the food out of the cellar. He had to send it to the city as soon as possible to appease his father-in-law and his family.
"Sir, the streets outside are full of undead!" When the butler heard that Jeremy was going out at this time, his legs began to go weak.
"In this short period of time, there are at least 8,000 Tarantan undead passing by our house. If those undead are going to attack us, can our gate and wall stop them?" Jeremy asked.
The butler silently looked back out the window...
The Bancroft family's old house was last repaired more than 20 years ago.
Today, the iron fence main gate of the old house has long been rusted, and only the wooden side door can be opened; the lime putty painted on the wall has also peeled off in large pieces, exposing the red brick wall, which can only be covered by the raspberry and rose vines planted by the lady in her early years.
Considering the Tarantan Undead's outstanding record in siege battles, it would be outrageous that a courtyard wall that could at most stop bandits could actually stop them.
"Don't think the sky is really going to fall just because of what people outside are saying. Use your brain and think carefully." Jeremy worked with the male servant to move the food onto the carriage while convincing the butler and himself, "There are so many middle-class people among those fleeing on the street. These middle-class people have no guards, no private soldiers, and they don't even have enough carriages. If the undead really want to deal with them, can they still escape to Narasi Port smoothly?"
Although he had moved away from the center of power and became a "marginal" figure in Port Narasi, Jeremy was once the son of a lord, so he still had some good vision - most of the nobles who fled to Port Narasi already had a place to stay or had bought boat tickets, and they were obviously the first group of refugees who had entered the city before dawn.
Most of the middle-class families who escaped had to park their carriages filled with belongings on the side of the road, obviously having just arrived in the city.
With the amazing efficiency of the Tarantan Undead in capturing prisoners, if they really didn't intend to let the middle class go, there was no way that these middle class would be able to escape to Port Narasi - they were not as well-informed as the nobles and they ran slowly, so it would be strange if they could escape from the Undead!
Combining the facts he saw with his own eyes with the usual style of the Tarantan Undead, it was not difficult for Jeremy to draw the conclusion: facing the undead army that could not communicate or surrender, the nobles were the high-risk group, while ordinary people were not that dangerous.
Sure enough, Jeremy loaded a wagon with food, bravely opened the door, and walked out... The undead who continued to pass by on the road in front of their house didn't even look at him twice.
Occasionally, an undead would notice Jeremy, who was dressed more elegantly than the civilian NPCs, and would immediately lose interest in him after making a strange gesture.
"Look, look, I told you it's okay." Jeremy, unable to control his weak legs, turned back and called the butler, "Hurry up and pull the carriage out. We have to deliver the things to the lady before dark."
Jeremy's wife's family, the Malcolms, were a middle-class family in Port Narashi. His father-in-law and brother-in-law worked for shipping companies. By marrying into the declining Lord Bancroft family and gaining some respect in the aristocratic circle, the Malcolms spent all their money to buy a townhouse in the wealthy area a few years ago, and managed to squeeze into the upper-middle class circle.
But Jeremy, the son-in-law, is also very clear that his father-in-law's family, whose "background" is limited to the middle-class standard and whose annual income is not even enough to cover the expenses of the neighbors raising several expensive pet dogs, has sacrificed something to maintain the superficial "respectability"... If he doesn't send food in quickly before the city is completely in chaos, his father-in-law's family may have no food to eat by tomorrow.
Most importantly, he was worried that his father-in-law would take his wife and children into the ditch - he would be worried if he didn't keep an eye on them!
Leaving two male servants to look after the house, Jeremy took the butler with him, drove the carriage himself, and mustered up the courage to go out.
There were few pedestrians on this only road leading into the city from the western suburbs.
Apart from the occasional "crunching" and "clicking" sounds from the undead overtaking from behind, Jeremy could only hear screams coming from far away, from an unknown direction.
Occasionally, human figures could be seen moving in the houses along the road. When Jeremy drove his carriage past, many residents in the western suburbs who knew the Bancroft family were sticking to their windows and looking out in shock.
"It's okay... don't be afraid..."
Jeremy, with a pale face, tried hard to control his hands holding the reins from shaking too violently. When passing by a familiar house, he still managed to smile at the neighbors who were looking at him nervously and horrified through the window.
The neighbors who knew Jeremy stared with their mouths open in astonishment at the carriage that was moving alone and bravely in the tide of the dead.
"My God... Is the young master of the Bancroft family crazy?"
"Can't Jeremy see the dead passing by him?"
The residents of the western suburbs watched the Bancroft family's carriage pass by in amazement, completely unable to understand what they had just seen.
Some brave young people quietly opened the window and peeked out, then screamed and closed the window and drew the curtains when the passing dead souls turned their dark eyes to them.
When the number of souls passing by on the road decreased and was no longer so dense, more people began to bravely open windows and doors.
Then... these residents who were frightened and fled back home not long ago gradually discovered that the Tarantan Undead who openly "borrowed the passage" really had no interest in them, the "civilian NPCs"...
At this time, Jeremy, who had gone out reluctantly, had already driven his carriage into the city.
Seeing the situation in the city, not only the frightened old butler, but even Jeremy couldn't help but have the urge to turn around and run away.
The Tarantan ghosts, who had done no harm while traveling through the suburbs, finally revealed their true colors after entering the city - the entire West Street was filled with smashing and looting... cough, robbery!
The noblewoman was dragged out of the carriage screaming, her jewelry was taken away, her hands were tied behind her back, and she was stuffed back into the carriage...
The gentleman lost his shoes while running away, and even after running across half a street, he still couldn't escape the clutches of the undead, who jogged after him and carried him away...
The private soldiers and guards who fought desperately were easily overwhelmed by the undead that outnumbered them several times...
Whenever there were hotels or inns with nobles staying, there were countless undeads coming in and out, carrying out the struggling unfortunates one by one and displaying them on the street like goods...
The shops on the street, either low-key or high-profile, with noble coats of arms hanging on them, whether they were high-end jewelry stores or membership-based salons that only accepted specific guests, were all trampled and looted by the undead...
The sounds of crying, begging for mercy, screaming, and cursing were intertwined. This tragic, hellish scene made Jeremy, who was mentally prepared, tremble from the bottom of his heart.
Jeremy heard the old butler whispering a prayer to the Storm Lord, and he himself began to regret his decision to go out at this time...
Just when Jeremy was thinking of finding a place to turn the carriage around and quickly escape from this horrible hell... several undead crossing the road looked in his direction, stopped slightly, and let the carriage pass first.
Jeremy: “……???”
Jeremy held the reins numbly with his almost unconscious hands, not daring to look around at all. He drove the carriage several dozen meters away before he dared to look back tremblingly.
Those "polite" undead who knew how to give way to the carriage had already rushed to a hotel, bypassed the private guards who were guarding the main door, and climbed up the outer wall and drilled through the window.
Soon, terrible screams were heard from the window where the undead had gotten in.
Jeremy: "...(° △° )"
Jeremy, whose whole body was stiff and breathing rapidly due to excessive tension, slowly relaxed from heart to body.
The scene on the street was still miserable, but he was not the one suffering... He could finally take a breath.
Once he relaxed, Jeremy suddenly realized that he had overlooked a lot of things; the details that his brain ignored gradually became clear in Jeremy's vision...
The shops belonging to the aristocracy were being looted crazily by the undead. Inside and outside the shops, one could see shop assistants leaning against the walls or huddled in corners, at a loss.
The Tarantan undead carried out the looting work without any scruples, but they did not harm these people...When a clerk ran out of the store, the undead entering and leaving would naturally make way for them.
Next to the fleeing nobles of Maxiu Territory, whose belongings had been robbed and whose hands and feet were tied and left on the roadside, were the middle-class people of Maxiu Territory, who were huddled together in fear; their carriages were also parked not far away, but the undead coming and going did not come near.
Not only were the middle-class people who escaped from Mashu's territory not harassed or attacked by the undead, but even the maids and servants of the nobles were ignored by the undead...even though some of these servants were wearing some valuable gold and silver jewelry.
Jeremy turned his neck stiffly and looked around more carefully. He found that the apartment buildings on West Street and the ordinary shops on the street below were also treated as "not harmed at all" like the residents in the western suburbs.
Some courageous residents of the apartment building even dared to crowd in front of the windows and point fingers at people downstairs.
Jeremy took a slow breath, warmth returning to his veins and beneath his skin, and his numb body seemed to regain movement.
"It's all right indeed—don't be afraid."
Jeremy talked to himself to encourage himself, shook the reins, and concentrated on rushing to the wealthy area in the east of the city.
He had to rush to his wife's parents' home and warn his father-in-law and his family not to do anything stupid!
Jeremy rushed to his father-in-law's house in a panic, and was horrified to find that his father-in-law Malcolm did not listen to his warning on the phone, and the whole family hid in the neighbor Baron's house!
Jeremy's blood almost ran cold in an instant, and he dragged his father-in-law's family, his wife and children out of the neighboring baron's house with unprecedented madness. In order to achieve his goal as quickly as possible, this wood carving collector who had been a gentleman for half his life even took out a revolver...
He managed to get his father-in-law and his family back home at the cost of offending his father-in-law and the local baron, and then the Tarantan ghosts came into this wealthy area where nobles gathered.
The neighbors on both sides were overwhelmed by the Tarantan Undead, and their cries were deafening. Jeremy, who was hoarse and almost exhausted, slammed the window frame and roared angrily: "I've already said that no one in Narasi Port knows the Tarantan Undead better than me! You'd better listen to me on this matter!"
Father-in-law Melken, who had intended to take the opportunity to deepen his relationship with the Baron's family and prepare for marriage in advance, nodded in a cold sweat.
At dusk on August 9, when it was almost dark, the Rhine People's Army, which was desperately chasing the Undead Army, finally arrived at the Port of Narasi.
The defenseless Narasi Port, which had no preparation at all for the battle, had been captured by the army of undead. Nearly 90% of the nobles, from the lords to the fiefdom nobles living in the city and the fleeing nobles from Mashu, were captured. Only a few nobles who were lucky enough, reacted quickly, and did not dare to take chances, managed to escape by boat.
Jerome and Ms. Shirley spent a lot of effort to find the Lord of Narasi Port from the pile of captives that were casually "left on the spot" by the undead...
Bringing the frightened lord back to the looted mansion, Jerome once again signed a peace agreement with the lord in the presence of Ms. Shirley and Tattle Joe - the content of the agreement was similar to the one signed by Grand Duke Lionel.
In addition to the agreement that Narasi Port and the Rhine Kingdom would not invade each other, that Narasi Port would not support unjust wars, and that the Rhine side would return prisoners, there was also an additional friendly trade agreement between Narasi Port and Moses Port after the end of the "defensive counterattack".
Of course, this so-called friendly trade agreement, which can be unilaterally torn up by both parties at any time, was not taken seriously by both parties when they signed it.
The Lord of Port Narasi, who suffered a great humiliation, had no choice but to bow his head under the eaves. What he hoped in his heart was that the federal army would come quickly to eliminate these bastards and help him avenge himself. Jerome, who signed on behalf of the Rhine, did not think that this agreement could be implemented before dealing with the Storm Church.
The next day, early in the morning of August 10, the Undead army that had just looted the port of Narasi had already run away, and the Rhine People's Army, which had helped to restore order for half the night, also chased after them after a quick breakfast.
Jeremy, who had spent a night in fear at his father-in-law's house, went out to check what was going on. He saw the Baron's family, whom he had offended yesterday, packing up their mansion with a gloomy look on their faces.
Jeremy watched from a distance for a while without making any noise, and when his wife and children got up, he took his family back to the outskirts of the city.
"If your father-in-law is determined to marry into the Baron's family, you should go back to your parents' home less often. Otherwise, it won't be so easy to get through next time the Tarantan Undead come."
On the way home, Jeremy gave his wife a heavy warning.
"Those ghosts will come again?!" said the wife in horror.
Jeremy sighed, "You heard the broadcast last night. The Rhine army generously released the prisoners captured by the Undead when they entered the city... If they were not confident that they could attack at any time, why didn't they take the lord or someone important enough as a hostage?"
"Oh my God—" the wife gasped.
Jeremy was silent for a while, and then said quietly, "Next time the undead come, even if Narashi Port is fully prepared for the battle... it won't take longer than this time to be breached. People who know that the undead won't harm ordinary people may not participate in defending the city at all. People who have grudges against the nobles may even try to provide convenience for the undead army..."
"We can take a territory in one day, and a city in half a day—" Jeremy turned his head to look in the direction of the capital, and said with mixed feelings: "Kashmir is over."
"It's over. It's over."
In the capital of Kashmir, upon learning that the port of Narasi had "fallen" and that the army of the undead was still rapidly attacking the next city, His Majesty King Barsalo had this thought running over and over in his mind.
King Barsaro still firmly believed that the enemy was not invincible, but His Majesty the King also knew very well that before the Federation defeated the Undead Army and annihilated the Rhine Army, Kashmir... no, his own authority would be destroyed first.
The reason is simple - time is not on his side!
What does it mean to flatten Maxiu Territory and sweep away big cities like Narasi Port within thirty-six hours?
This means that before the coalition forces intercept the Undead Army and the Storm Church Inquisition arrives, the Undead Army can at least conquer half of Kashmir!
The vast territory that King Barsaro was proud of and the strategic depth that could give most invaders a headache were meaningless in front of the unstoppable horde of undead that came and went like crazy!
Even if the Tarantan undead were driven away and the human army of Rhine was destroyed, the reputation of the Kashmir royal family and the authority of His Majesty the King were destined to be trampled into the mud!
King Basalo looked pale, his bloodshot eyes filled with murderous intent.
Watching a swarm of cockroaches wreak havoc in your own home is not King Barsaro’s style!
Soon, an airship carrying eight Kashmir court mages took off from the royal capital.
Target——Innadri!
The undead army destroyed his territory and cities, so King Barsalo will destroy Innadri’s territory and cities!
A few hours later, the airship, traveling at a speed of 100 km/h, sailed out of Kashmir, crossed the Principality of Lionel, and entered the eastern part of the Territory of Odysseus.
In the eastern mountains of Odysseus, militiamen who were working in groups of three and were boredly guarding the top of a mountain, listening to the radio and reading magazines, heard a "beep...beep..." warning sound in their ears.
"Um?!"
The three militiamen jumped up at the same time as if they were stabbed in the buttocks by a needle, and quickly ran to the strange instrument that their group was responsible for. They held their breath, opened their eyes wide, and carefully checked the monitoring screen displayed on the tablet computer fixed next to the instrument with a stand...
This khaki-colored, compact instrument, which can be operated correctly by militiamen who have received simple training, is a civilian portable ground monitoring radar.
Non-contact remote sensing monitoring, no need to install facilities; based on active microwave technology, it is not affected by bad weather such as rain, snow, fog, and day or night light; the monitoring distance range is up to six kilometers, and it can monitor in all directions of 360°.
The total weight is about 15 kilograms, and the power consumption of the whole machine does not exceed 50W (0.05 degrees of electricity per hour, and a solar panel can support operation). It is easy to carry and can be used in any terrain environment.
This civilian radar is usually used in water conservancy, geology, road protection, and mining on the Earth plane. It is used to monitor airships, spellcasters, and flying mounts that generally fly at an altitude of less than 5,000 meters and a speed of less than 100KM per hour. The effect must be amazing.
The militiamen who were unable to join the People's Army and participate in combat missions due to various reasons and had to stay behind finally waited for many days and finally found their target. Their breathing became heavy and they hurriedly used the radio to send the coordinates of the UFO to the rear.
Several militia groups stationed in the east to carry out early warning missions sent telegrams back to the rear one after another.
Forty minutes later, an airship from the Federation entered the sky above Moses Port, and several anti-aircraft fire cannons were aimed at this slowly flying aerial target without any anti-radar protection...
The bloody revenge that King Barsaro attempted and the airship over Moses Port were simultaneously blown up into unromantic fireworks in the sky.
At the same time...Yang Qiu went to the front line in person and flew to the sky over eastern Kashmir ahead of the ground troops.
After taking out a map and comparing the terrain, Yang Qiu turned in the air and flew towards the most prosperous eastern territory of Kashmir.
Landing near a city he had only heard of, Yang Qiu checked the location of the player army. He did not rush to join up with the group of huskies, but strolled towards the cemetery on the outskirts of the city.
The funeral "culture" in this world is not prosperous. Most cemeteries will be abandoned or "renovated" after one or two hundred years of use - old tombs that no longer have family members to pay tribute to them or "renew" their tombs will be dug up, the bones will be buried together, and then a new layer of soil will be covered and sold again as cemeteries.
Yang Qiu walked around the cemetery on the outskirts of the city for several times, but did not find a tombstone that met his expectations, and sighed softly.
"Well...it's just a token of my affection anyway, so there's no need to get hung up on formalities."
Yang Qiu found an open space in the cemetery, took out the box containing the wooden baby sculpture, and placed it on the ground.
After standing quietly for a while, he put away the wooden box and walked towards the city.
Sankanega is the most prosperous, oldest and culturally rich ancient city in eastern Kashmir.
The history of this city can be traced back to before the last war of the gods, when the Storm Church was still just a local sect. At that time, the behemoth Nosk Federation did not exist in the eastern part of the Nabarron continent, and the Kingdom of Kashmir and the Principality of Lionel still belonged to the diocese of another righteous god.
The city of Saint Canega, which has undergone many repairs and reconstructions and expansions, still retains some traces of the previous gods... In some neighborhoods in the city where civilians live, one can occasionally see one or two temple stone slabs from the era of the previous gods with inscriptions worn smooth on the stone pavements on the streets.
Yang Qiu wandered around the city for more than half an hour, crossed an ancient cobblestone street, and came to a large house with some history.
There are still people living in this big house, but the surname on the houseplate is unfamiliar.
Yang Qiu stood in front of the house for a while, and a vigilant male servant came out of the yard. He looked at the stranger who was wearing formal clothes under the cloak and looked like a gentleman. His expression eased a little and he asked politely, "Sir, who are you looking for?"
"I heard that a famous sculptor once lived here?" Yang Qiu smiled apologetically.
"Ah, you mean Mrs. Marion." The butler seemed to have met such a strange visitor for the first time, and said politely, "Yes, sir, this is indeed Mrs. Marion's old residence, but her family sold the house not long after Mrs. Marion passed away. That was a long time ago. If you are interested in Mrs. Marion's descendants, you can go to the second cobblestone lane on South Street and take a look. It is said that the operator of the antique shop No. 103 is Mrs. Marion's descendant, and you can occasionally see Mrs. Marion's works on display for sale there."
Yang Qiu thanked the family's butler and followed the path the butler pointed out to find the antique shop run by the so-called "descendants of Mrs. Marion."
With Yang Qiu's keen eyesight, he could easily see that the goods on the shelves of this antique shop were all fakes, and the workmanship was even inferior to the "industrial defective products" on Earth.
When the shop owner heard the purpose of Yang Qiu's visit, he patted his chest with great confidence and assured that their family was indeed the descendant of the famous sculptor.
Yang Qiu looked at the shopkeeper, who had thick joints on his hands and feet (due to long-term physical labor) and traces of fake oil between his fingers (due to lack of conditions to maintain personal hygiene), and ignored the man who tried to sell him "genuine works of Mrs. Marion" and left calmly.
Mrs. Marion's only daughter did not survive, and her so-called "descendants" were only relatives on her husband's side.
In the past two hundred years, this family's life has obviously not been easy. They have fallen to the point where they have to sell counterfeit goods in remote alleys under the name of Mrs. Marion to make a living.
Yang Qiu shook his head with amusement and walked out of the city.
The city of Saint Canega was not on the attack route of the undead army, and he had no intention of interfering with the attack plan for personal reasons - packing up the 80,000 elite coalition forces and taking them away was the real purpose of this "armed journey".
After leaving the city and finding a secluded place, Yang Qiu was about to take off into the air when he suddenly sensed a vaguely familiar aura moving nearby.
"——Is it you?"
Approaching the source of the aura, Yang Qiu soon saw a small mill that looked ordinary and inconspicuous.
At the mill, Yang Qiu saw an unexpected acquaintance.
Ms. Gloria, who had sensed a powerful spiritual field approaching and was ready for battle, was also surprised: "Yang? Why are you here?"
"That's what I want to say, ma'am, when did you leave Rhine?" Yang Qiu said with a smile.
Ms. Gloria, the wind mage who had left a refreshing impression on Yang Qiu during their brief encounter, actually seemed a little hesitant...
"Ah - wait, you are from Norsk." Before the Wind Mage could answer, Yang Qiu figured something out. "A spellcaster from the Federation went to a small country like Rhine to be a court mage... Um, you are a 'rebel'?"
The Wind Mage was speechless: "You are the one who is attacking the Federation, but you call me a rebel. Don't you feel something is wrong?"
"Okay, okay, I used the wrong words." Yang Qiu admitted his mistake with a smile, and his eyes suddenly became enthusiastic when he looked at the wind mage...
A solid fortress cannot be knocked down by external force alone. Given the size of the Nosk Federation and the foundation of the Storm Church, Yang Qiu was not arrogant enough to think that he could defeat the opponent simply by relying on the undead army.
It is feasible to weaken the Federation's strength, leave a trail of footprints on the Federation's face, let those forces that have been hung up and beaten by the Federation and the Church... ahem, let the forces that have been "suppressed" have a chance to come forward, and disintegrate the Federation with internal and external cooperation.
After beating up Grand Duke Lionel, Lord Matthew, and Lord Narasi Port, it seemed that they were let off lightly by signing a ceasefire agreement, but in fact, the authority of the rulers of these regions had been trampled into rubble... After the undead army left, it would be strange if "local armed forces" with some ideas did not take the opportunity to emerge.
The Undead Regime doesn't have the energy or manpower to fight a security war with the Federation, so it simply creates opportunities for those who have the energy and manpower to fight - a complete win-win situation.
Gloria, who had been working as a court wizard in the capital of the Rhine for many years, quietly ran back to Kashmir and did not deny her identity as a "rebel". She said that she was just going home to visit her relatives - well, the Wind Wizard himself probably wouldn't come up with such an insincere excuse.
Gloria was so amused by Yang Qiu's straightforward "I understand" attitude that she simply opened up and said, "Well, I am indeed a Kashmiri, a member of the 'Gallows'."
"Oh - I see." Yang Qiu's eyes showed admiration.
"The Gallows" is one of the longer-lived resistance organizations in the eastern region. Before Yang Qiu fought to the death with the Church of the Fiery Sun, it had already been active at the forefront of the battle of wits and courage with the Church of the Storm.
Considering that Ms. Gloria is “only” over a hundred years old, it is obvious that she is probably a spellcaster trained by the resistance organization “The Gallows”.
"My companions followed your human army. According to our speculation, your undead army should be heading for the coalition army... That's why I appeared in Saint Kanega." Gloria said readily.
"I understand. You plan to take over this city while my undead are fighting the coalition forces and the Kashmir royal family is too busy to take care of other things." Yang Qiu nodded with a smile.
"What about you?" Gloria knew that it was difficult for her to see through the thoughts of an old fox like Yang, so she simply asked directly, "Does your appearance in San Canega mean that our judgment was wrong?"
"No, your companions are not wrong. Saint Canega is indeed not on our attack route." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "But if you can tell me why 'Gallows' chose Saint Canega as a military adventure target, then perhaps my undead will be happy to provide assistance to your organization."
Ms. Gloria was so angry that she couldn't help laughing again...
But she really couldn't refute this statement - attacking a big city like Saint Canega might just be a happy carnival for the Undead Army, but for "Gallows" it was really a very risky military adventure.
In any case, Yang's proposal was indeed very attractive to Ms. Gloria. Having witnessed the undead army capture Creek City with her own eyes, it was hard for her not to be tempted by the "help" provided by the undead.
"If you want to know the reason, just follow me." After a little consideration, Gloria waved her hand cheerfully.
Gloria told her companions who were disguised as mill workers in the small mill to stay hidden, changed into traditional Kashmiri women's clothing and wrapped her hair with a sun-proof headscarf, and led Yang Qiu, who had just come out of the city, back to Saint Kanega.
When they arrived at the west gate, Gloria did not enter the city, but led Yang Qiu south along the city wall.
While walking, Yang Qiu discovered that there were quite a few pedestrians and vehicles "traveling with him", and these "fellow travelers" were almost all men... He immediately had a bad premonition.
After walking for more than half an hour, a slum area that was very similar in scale to the slums that once existed outside the city of Dutta appeared in front of Yang Qiu.
I say they are highly similar... because this shantytown is fundamentally different from the slums in Duthat City.
Looking at the special shantytown from afar across the muddy road and small square flattened by people and wheels, Yang Qiu's face suddenly changed.
Just by standing outside and looking into the distance, you can see... in that shantytown with a constant stream of traffic and "visitors", there are children swaying in those narrow and deep alleys.
Gloria knew that the undead regime had a habit of cleaning up red-light districts wherever they went. She had full confidence that she could get help from the undead here. She said coldly, "The Storm Church has strict and conservative doctrines and rules, which carefully stipulate what people can and cannot do. Those who violate the rules are considered "unclean." Families who believe in the Storm Church have the right to expel "unclean" family members from their homes, or to give them non-lethal admonitions without any punishment."
After a pause, Gloria gritted her teeth and said, "You know, Yang, the Storm Church has a very broad definition of 'unclean', especially for women. If you lose your virginity, do work that the church does not allow women to do, or go against the wishes of your father or husband, you may be accused of being 'unclean' and treated as a sinner."
"Once they are accused of being 'unclean', whether they are young children or innocent women who have been trafficked, they can only live in the 'isolation zone' designated by the church. They are not allowed to leave the isolation zone, cultivate the land, or contact 'pure' believers... But 'pure' believers are allowed to come to the isolation zone and contact them, as long as they pay."
"You were wondering why Gallows wanted to take down Saint Canega despite knowing the risk. This is the reason."
Gloria pointed at the devil's den and said angrily, "This is the largest influx of abducted, missing, and abandoned children in Kashmir, but it is also a legal 'isolation zone for unclean people' - it sounds ironic, but that's the truth."
"If the eldest daughter, the one most hated by the Storm followers, was just drowned, that would be fine... But if her parents sold her here for a few dollars, that would be hell!"
To Gloria's surprise, Yang, who looked obviously unhappy, did not respond to her indignation.
The black magician frowned and stared at the shantytown for a moment, and when his gaze fell on her, it was not as warm as when they first met unexpectedly in the mill.
"I have some understanding of the resistance organizations active in the Norsk Federation." The legendary black magician said calmly in a voice that did not reveal his emotions. "If I remember correctly, the organization 'Gallows' has never raised any slogans calling for fairness for civilians or opposing the Storm Canon."
The fact that Gloria, as a lady, brought Yang Qiu to this place and made generous speeches in line with the usual style of the undead regime was not enough to impress Yang Qiu... On the contrary, it might make Yang Qiu think that the wind wizard representing the "gallows" was just trying to please him and take advantage of him, thus lowering Yang Qiu's evaluation of this resistance organization.
The history of the earth has repeatedly proved that it is the butt that determines the head, not the so-called positions such as gender, nationality, skin color, place of birth, etc.!
Women's rights advocates will definitely fight for the interests of women? Don't be ridiculous. Bangladesh still allows child marriage and legally earns money by selling O!
If Hillary Clinton comes to power, won’t he play identity politics like Biden and cut the depth of American society vertically? The American people will laugh until they cry!
After hearing Yang Qiu's doubt, Gloria, who was a little nervous, felt relieved.
"Indeed not." The Kashmir-born wind mage sighed, "We used to have no idea what we should do. We were just a group of frustrated people who got together because we were dissatisfied with everything. We can only believe that overthrowing the current royal family will make Kashmir better, but in fact, we ourselves are not very confident."
After a pause, Gloria's lips pulled up briefly, then immediately tightened: "But now, we have found the target to imitate. If we can make Kashmir like your Rhine, even if we can only imitate the surface - it will be much better than it is now."