Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 319

2021-05-26

Chapter 319 One bottle is water, the other is sand

North, far north.

Crossing the shaded mountain range, across the Holy Empire, moved towards the end of the horizon, to the turbulent narrow sea, you will reach the true north.

The Veneta complained about the cold and wet winter and found long-sleeved clothes from the bottom of the box; .

However, fate has been gentle enough for the Senas people - the towering shady mountain range blocks the cold air from the south, and the huge inland sea is a natural heat storage pool, so the land between the two mountains is almost never seen all year round. freeze.

And in the true north, the god of winter will show a cruel and ruthless side.

The blizzard swept through the sky, everything in the world turned into a vast white, the water vapor exhaled by animals froze on the hair, and the preservation of body temperature became a major event of life and death.

In this icy Heaven and Earth, a group of people is holding a ceremony.

A waterway was carved out of the ice lake, and a naked boy shivered into the ice water.

The body's heat was rapidly lost, and the boy struggled to swim to the end of the waterway.

A lot of people were watching, but no one offered a helping hand.

The surface of the water is constantly precipitating thin ice. If the guards holding long sticks smashed the ice surface and fished out the floating ice in time, the sharp ice ballast could kill people.

The mothers closed their eyes, and the men whispered: Adult ceremony is usually held at fifteen, and even then there are often misfortunes, and it is really hard to let an eleven-year-old child swim across a glacier. Too early!

But the boy eventually swam to the other side. When he stepped out of the ice water, the crowd around the glacier burst into cheers.

The grandfather walked up to the boy and untied the cloak from his shoulders and tied it for the boy.

Afterwards, father-in-law hung a ruby-encrusted dagger on his waist for the boy.

Dagger, cloak and sword belt - in the cognition of people involved in ceremony, when a boy gets these three things, it means that he is no longer a child, but a youngster, a warrior.

From this moment on, the boy gains full power as a "free man".

Next, the guests should present a gift for the boy.

But the boy's grandfather made an unexpected move: he took off the iron crown from the top of his head and placed it on the boy's head.

"Carl, I had a dream." Grandfather rubbed the boy's soft blond hair, his eyes full of love: "I dreamed - you will get it all."

A dream doesn't mean anything, it's just a grandfather's blessing to grandson.

But at this moment when the dark clouds overwhelm the city, the prophetic words of the old king made people's hearts ignite a glimmer of hope.

The nobles who watched the ceremony piled gifts at the boy's feet in order.

They still have an existential battle to fight.

...

The overwhelming majority of Catholics and Protestants don't know there's a group of people living in the Land of Extreme North, and they don't care.

And in the eyes of those with slightly better geographic knowledge—such as Winters · Montagne—the inhabitants of the Land of Extreme North are unmistakably Barbarians.

The popularity of this perception is largely due to the Empire's "long and deliberate use of the image of [Wildling] and [Barbarian Race] to distort its northern 'neighbors'".

Belittling enemies is a consistent narrative of the Empire, describing the northern kingdoms as "barbarians" as well as emphasizing that the Senus Alliance is "treason".

In fact, since the Catholic Church sent priests on a large scale to the [Narrow Sea Coast] 400 years ago, the northern society quickly got rid of the primordial form of the [tribe-region], and the tribes entered the feudal era .

After all, the priest carries not only scriptures, but also advanced technology and culture—how do you convince the barbarian chiefs to convert if you don’t come up with something good?
However, what happened next quickly deviated from the Catholic Church's expectations.

The scriptures, culture and diving techniques, with these three magic weapons, the Catholic Church will be able to expand its frontier without going anywhere.

But in the North...the Catholic Church has miscalculated.

Unlike the old pagan religions that collapsed on the first encounter, the pantheistic beliefs of the North display an unimaginably tenacious life force.

Because when the Catholic Church marched into the north, both sides of the narrow sea were still in the "Mythological Era" where Demi-God walked in the world.

The priests in the north have absorbed the elements of "great decisive battle between good and evil", "heaven and hell", and "eternal life" in Catholic beliefs, straightened out the messy northern mythology, and reconstructed the A whole belief system.

Generally speaking, the weaker the voice, the more conservative.

For example, when many dynasties were at their peak, they were able to accept all kinds of rivers, but when they declined, they often fell into the fear of "seeing everyone like a traitor"; when religions rose, they forced the heretic to convert, and when they declined, they began to argue about who is more pious.

If there is a Divine Vestige in the world, the Nirvana Rebirth of the northern pantheism is one of them.

The battle of faith has been fought for two hundred years. The priest of the Catholic Church confronted Demi-God in the north, and a Divine Sect taught the crusade against the pantheism.

Marked by the successive conversions of the kings of the North, the Catholic Church won.

But then Pope Pius II had no time to celebrate because he discovered something more terrifying - heresy.

The problem lies with the [Second Generation Priest].

The second generation of priests generally refers to the northerners who were the first to convert to Catholicism.

Most of them were ordained halfway through, without a full theological education, and preached in the language of the northerners.

It should be noted that "any wrong translation of the scriptures may lead the lamb to go astray", not to mention that the second-generation primest is to "report" the doctrine that oneself understands in a different language.

It is precisely the second-generation priest who was born and raised who made great contributions to the victory of the Catholic Church.

During the two hundred years of the war of faith, the second-generation priest group, who had repeatedly hit a wall, had been remorseful and gradually combined Catholic teachings with northern traditions to assist missionary missions.

The worship of saints gradually replaced the worship of monotheism, new chapels were built in the old sacrificial sites, and the festivals of pantheism were transformed into catholic festivals...

Relying on various With various "localization" strategies, the second-generation priests have achieved great success.

And then...they were all condemned as heretics by Pope Pius II.

If we say that in the first two hundred years, the mode of struggle between Pantheism and the Catholic Church was still "persuasion" in the literal sense.

Then in the next two hundred years, the "criticism of weapons" completely replaced the "weapons of criticism".

Because the two hundred years of catholicization in the north were also two hundred years of rapid development in which the [tribe-region] structure was shattered and the feudal state was formed.

At the same time, the once ravaged and fragmented Holy Empire was once again united under one banner, known in history as the "Eagle Castle Dynasty".

[Note: It is not the same as today's ruling dynasty, the Eagle Castle Dynasty has died out, and the current crown of the empire belongs to the Lieyang Dynasty]
The war is still going on, but the lord has replaced the prince and the sword has replaced it. Scripture, more and more political factors are mixed in the sect struggle.

In the end, "crusade heresy" has become a high-sounding reason, and only two powers are left to attack each other in the name of Holy War.

Stop, stop, stop. For two hundred years, the years in which the princes of the Empire and the "Barbarians" in the north were completely at peace can be counted on one hand.

But it's all coming to an end - maybe?
 …

Three days have passed since the boy's adult ceremony. No, he is a man now.

little man "Carl" stood dumbfounded by the bed with his grandfather's cloak in his arms.

And his grandfather, who had tied the cloak for him himself, lay on the bed, no longer breathing, blood soaking the sheets red.

A shot from a 48-pound cannon knocked the charging old king off his horse, and the old man died before he was brought back.

But for the old king, dying in the final charge was probably the best way to die, so that he didn't have to witness the sad sight of the collapse of the army and the demise of the country:

New Cast iron guns smashed old city walls, lances and muskets smashed shields and blades, disciplined armies triumphed over brave fearless armies; The warrior bishop was slashed by "a nobody";
Battalion-level phalanx, light artillery, medium cavalry with both impact and speed shined.

The sound of boot spikes hitting the ground came from the hallway.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and a magnetic, impatient voice sounded: "Where is Carl Eleven?"

The owner of the voice saw the old king's body on the bed , stopped abruptly.

He removed his helmet, revealing pale-gold hair and a handsome face.

If it was at a certain count lady's banquet, the owner of this face must be the darling of married and unmarried ladies.

It's just a little too young for a general commanding an army. Thirty years old? Maybe not yet?

The pale-gold-haired young general gave a salute deeply towards the old king's body.

"Are you the grandson?" The pale blonde stooped and asked little Carl gently: "Where are the others?"

Little Carl shook the head.

Light-blond sneered, and ordered the accompanying military attache: "Retrieve the palace chief and prepare the king's funeral for Carl Eleven."

The accompanying military attache hesitated, but turned to go. Excuting an order.

The other lieutenant removes his helmet, revealing a head of maroon hair.

maroon said helplessly with his hair: "The Duke of Congreve is the commander-in-chief, and you should 'ask' his opinion anyway."

"Okay, You go." The pale blond replied casually, "I have other things to do."

"There is something that I originally wanted Carl Eleven to do by himself." The pale blond looked at little Carl: "Now you can only come."

Little Carl was taken Out of the castle, he watched in horror as the city wrapped in silver and white was stained with blood and fire.

The imperial soldiers who invaded the city looted, set fire, and raped recklessly. This army has just fought a hard siege in the cold winter. The soldiers' accumulated negative emotions only need a little fire star. will be detonated.

In the square in the center of the city, a temporary execution platform has been erected.

The normally holy and inviolable clergy are now driven like sheep to the execution stand.

The axe fell ruthless, and the "heretic priests" were killed one by one.

Blonde obviously didn't like what he saw, but he obviously didn't intend to stop either.

A dazed Imperial soldier rushed into the light-blond guard, but when he saw the light-blond flag, he woke up and knelt down and saluted.

The pale blond left the city with little Carl unimpeded.

Out of town, they turned to the northwest and didn't get far to the shore.

The narrow sea is in front of you.

The pale blonde beckoned, and the attendant took out a plain wooden box and offered it cautiously.

The pale blond untied the neck guard, took off the key hanging on his neck, and solemnly opened the wooden box.

In the center of the silk and cotton, there are two bottles lying impressively.

Two very ordinary bottles, the material is nothing but glass;

But they are two very delicate bottles, because the glass has no variegated color, it is pure and transparent glass.

"Go." The pale blond looked towards Little Carl: "Put a bottle of sea water and a bottle of sand."

"You can rest assured that Your Majesty won't kill you. It's just that you will live in the Eternal City for the rest of your life. But the Eternal City is much better than the North..." There was no hypocrisy in the light-blond attitude, and he said in a trance: "At least it's not as cold here, It's so cold."

Carl hugged the cloak, looking at the turbulent narrow sea and the flickering land on the other side of the sea, and replied in a low voice: "I like cold."

The glass bottle filled with the water of the narrow sea and the sand of the narrow sea was sealed tightly with lacquer and put back into the wooden box.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful cavalry escorted the wooden box to the south.

Crossing mountains and rivers and passing through many barriers, the wooden box was sent into the heart of the empire-Worryless Palace.

The transparent glass bottle filled with the water of the narrow sea and the sand of the narrow sea was finally placed gently on a simple desk by a pair of hands.

"Your Majesty, congratulations." Narzia put down the glass bottle and bowed deeply: "The two-hundred-year-long Great Northern War has come to an end for you. And the Far North Route— —It will also be completely penetrated.”

The man sitting behind the desk put down his pen and made an action that he never usually does—he slowly turned around and looked towards the portrait hanging behind him.

A majestic old man in uniform looked at him.

…

Meanwhile, far to the south.

Don Juan is flustered and exasperated "criticizing" Winters Montagne.

No matter what the heaven shaking, earth shattering major event is happening in the far north, for people in Iron Peak County, it is no different from a dream from an unknown land.

The people of Tiefeng County don't know what the world looks like, and no one cares.

Nowadays, the most concerned issue for people in Tiefeng County is survival.

Where's the food? Where is the drink? Where do you live? When can I go home?

"My thighs are rubbed! Both sides! It hurts to pee!" Don Juan angrily drew arrows from the corpse: "How can someone call someone like that!"

Andrei pretended not to hear, tossing and checking the holes in the gold-embroidered coat.

In front of Andre was a camp full of corpses, and the first cavalry was cleaning the battlefield.

Because of the "Heavenly Lady Scattering Flowers"-style organizational structure of the Heard tribes, Taichi could not completely control the Teltown people in Lower Iron Peak County.

Actually, when the Taichi troops invaded Zhongtiefeng County, there was a group of Terdun people who crossed the river earlier and did not join Taichi. Or because of poor communication;

All in all, this part of Teltown people is in a state of acting alone, because there is no boat to cross the river and they are also stranded in Lower Iron Peak County.

Because they didn't follow Tai Chi, naturally, this part of Teltown did not surrender.

Without cleaning up this part of Teltown, Winters would not be able to organize the return of refugees from Lower Iron Peak.

Winters asked Taichi to send someone to surrender - just hand over the loot and you can leave safely. If we can't reach an agreement, the cavalry team of the Qing Suppression will come next.

The cavalry detachment of Iron Peak County is currently all engaged in the "Great Battle" to destroy the remnants of Teltown, and the cavalry troop of Andre and Don Juan is of course no exception.

Andre looked at the sky and touched the stubble of his jaw: "Senior?"

"en?" People play dead.

"It's so cold, I'm a little homesick."

Don Juan lifts the head and suddenly smiles: "I think about it too."

...

Two Hailan people are homesick, what about the third Hailan person?

Winters doesn't know if he wants home or not, after all, there is no one around him to talk to.

But one thing's for sure - someone in the family misses him.

Winters stood outside the door, taking a deep breath, because he didn't know how to face the people behind the door.

[Looks like a pigeon, but I don't have a pigeon, I'm a kind of pigeon]
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[This is actually only half of the stalk of "water and soil". The other half was Operation Bagration, where the first Soviet tanks that rushed to the Baltic coast of the Gulf of Riga packed three bottles of seawater and sent them all the way back to Moscow as evidence of "arrival at sea"]
[By the way, because the author also I don't know very well: when Mr. Mao Dun wrote an example to "Nordic Mythology", he mentioned that "Nordic mythology has been devastated by the Christian faith because it has not been preserved by the poet". Here is an event - the Christianization of Scandinavia]
[Ninth century, Nordic imagery is still Viking, heretic, dragon head ship, savage, savage]
[Sixteenth century, Northern Europe (Denmark, Sweden) suddenly became equal players, fighting with Poland and Russia, and participating in the Thirty Years' War in the future. At one moment he was a vicious heretic, at the next moment he became an international friend who can talk.]
[Christianity brought some progress to northern Europe, and also cut off the roots of Norse mythology. The Norse mythology known today is also due to the arrangement of the bishop clergy, and the Norse mythology is inevitably influenced by Christianity]
[But if in the parallel world, in a similar situation (not exactly the same as this universe) , Do priests of pantheism really have "Divine Force"?

Suppose the missionary priest is horrified to discover that the other party also has a "divine technique", then... what should we do? ]