Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

Golonni, the origin of the chivalrous expedition in the Chaos Wasteland.

The fight against the green tide took away all the splendor of the capital of the Knight Country. Those great and noble knights closed the purest white castle, took their horses and top followers, and launched a raid on the badlands with triumphant songs.

The foundation of Bretonnia is the chivalrous spirit of knights. The strong protect the weak and resist all dangers and hardships outside the country.

But this also means that once the real army of Bretonnia begins to travel far away, the remaining garrisons in the Knight Country are mostly old, weak, sick and disabled, some knights who are not worthy of the name of knights and can only appease their hearts in groups.

They are not qualified to participate in the war against the green tide, but they call themselves knights, so they can only patrol within the territory of Bretonnia, appease the people, and find various opportunities to atone for their sins.

That is, the chivalrous expeditions that often appear in Bretonnia.

Expeditions in the name of knights are not only to highlight their own chivalry, but also a ladder for Bretonnia to be promoted.

Those truly great knights only need to show their brilliance in competitions and on the battlefield. However, the chivalrous war selects those war knights who can only be born under continuous wars and strong desires.

Therefore, every chivalrous expedition will have many lower-level knights who are eager to respond to the call.

Although they should be "collapsed" as soon as they rush here, they may be crushed by a single blow when facing the formal knight army wrapped in blessings and glory, but their spirit and enthusiasm will never fail.

No one likes to wear the title of a coward on their head, and no one wants their reputation to fall to that level. Therefore, chivalrous wars often take away countless civilians and serfs, as well as battlefields of lower-level knights.

For Bretonnia, which is blessed by the goddess of the lake, even if the tax is nine out of ten, the serfs can use materials to support countless offspring.

In a sense, this is also the normal metabolism of Bretonnia and a necessary link in this country.

Now, the chivalrous war against the Broken Land has begun, and heroes from all over the world are ready to fight. They have arrived in Cologne with their serfs and supplies, ready to participate in this chivalrous expedition against the Chaos Wasteland.

To conquer the Witch King of Chaos, the reputation of this chivalrous war is no worse than fighting the Green Tide. In fact, to a certain extent, this belief and loyalty are more legitimate. This also makes the entire chivalrous expedition fleet seem to be a little abnormally inflated, including far more than Bretonnia troops.

Just like now, even some dangerous activities cannot get the rewards they deserve in the capital of this knight country.

"Here, here's your reward for cleaning up the polluted barn outside the city, a total of thirteen silver coins."

"Thirteen silver coins?!"

The blood-stained player looked at the fat merchant in front of him in disbelief, pointed at his torn clothes and burn marks, and shouted in front of the store:

"We found a bloodletter with disabled legs in the barn. We tried our best to defeat it. Fourteen of our brothers died just to let me chop off his head. Now you are using thirteen silver coins to humiliate us?! That's fourteen lives!"

The pedestrians coming and going around looked at the player who was covered in dirt and screaming miserably, and looked at the shop owner with some dissatisfaction.

The extension of the dissatisfaction was not because of pity or sympathy, but because the boss did not handle the problem well.

Looking at the eyes of the neighbors, the shop owner tutted and stretched out a finger.

"Then I'll give you two more silver coins."

"Add one more silver coin and 28 copper coins, otherwise we can't calculate."

"Okay, take it. Get out of here."

"Okay. I wish you a prosperous business~"

As if he was not the same person at all, the guy who had just been kneeling on the ground crying miserably, as if he wanted to show some kind of brotherhood of life and death, immediately took the money bag thrown by the boss impatiently with a smile and left happily.

And this kind of thing has gradually become a common thing in Cologne.

Players, these fearless, nimble, and fragile guys, don't know when they started to get the news of the chivalrous expedition through their wonderful channels.

These guys, like the ratmen in the legend, began to invade the streets and alleys of Cologne, asking door to door if there was anything they needed help with or what they needed to do. And although the players are not in good health, they are fearless, not afraid of dirt or tiredness, and have considerable subjective initiative.

Therefore, Cologne did not have much doubt and listed these strange lives as normal objects.

After all, there are too many things in this world that seem to be immortal, such as undead magic, constructs, elemental creatures, consciousness aggregates, demons, and natural incarnations. One more player is nothing.

And although there are many players, compared with the elemental creatures that were everywhere in the world during the Elemental Disaster, the performance of the players can be regarded as a model of undead creatures. They are easily suppressed if they are slightly dangerous, and are regarded by the Bretonnians as subordinate races similar to serfs.

Sometimes they just don't know what's good for them.

However, most of the players would not care about the disgusted expressions of the merchants. Instead, they blew the silver coins and put the copper coins in their pockets. Then, they hummed a little tune and walked to a chaotic block. They opened a secret door and walked down.

Accompanied by the warm and humid air and the noisy roar, the gathering place of the players also appeared in front of this person, which made him smile.

"Hey, is the business good today?"

"Yes, I encountered a demon bloodletter in the barn. Fortunately, he was stuck in the portal and was resurrected by us. Otherwise, we might have to lose money in this event."

The male player did not show any signs of crying and shouting in anger just now. After counting the fourteen silver coins, he handed them to the auditor in front of him without changing his expression.

"Here, fourteen silver coins. There are fourteen of us, so we can pay one silver coin each. Just record them all on the magic bill."

"Are you planning to collect some supplies to participate in the Chivalrous Expedition? A few silver coins are not enough."

The player who looked like a bartender recorded it in the magic book, glanced at the dirty player in front of him, and sneered.

"The price of supplies has increased again. The basic guarantee requirement for a cabin position to participate in the Chivalrous Expedition has increased to seventy-four silver coins, and it may increase in the future. Your current guarantee amount is not enough."

"Ah? Why is the price increased again? It's so expensive to get a cabin?"

"You think it's expensive, but I think it's expensive too. Don't you think that this is the first major event that our players can participate in in three years. Everyone pooled money to buy the ship. How can I let you go without paying?"

Looking at the mumbling player, the bartender rolled his eyes and said as a matter of course.