Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

For the entire chaotic old world, a chivalrous expedition of unprecedented scale may be a big event for the local factions, but for the entire old world, it is an unshakable trivial matter.

Because there is never a day in this hellish place where someone is not fighting.

Many scholars have even thought about it seriously and feel that the populations of their respective species may have been refreshed. Otherwise, why can we support the war that lasts for who knows how many years, and then still be vigorous and lively with each other, and even have the time to send various expeditions and colonists to carry out meaningless interference in various places?

But generally speaking, the living conditions of the Norscans can give people an answer. To put it simply, the poorer you are, the poorer you are, and the poorer you are, the poorer you are. If you really can’t survive, go to God.

Anyway, under the power of the gods, it is not a problem for one mother to conjure one hundred and eighty offspring.

As for what you said about chaos pollution, let’s talk about it when the time comes. All in all, only with manpower can we solve everything that follows.

According to the living standards and cultural status of the Norscans, it can basically explain why all the races in the world seem to always live in bitterness and hatred, and at the same time, they can create various populations.

Because the women in those groups are basically either giving birth or on the way to giving birth, and rarely appear outside. Only a small number of unique populations or populations that are deeply rooted in the old world and would not cause any problems in war can allow women to come forward alone.

Otherwise, reproduction will always be the top priority of the population, and the poorer the place, the more intuitive the expression of this desire.

The most typical thing is that a woman will obey the strongest warrior and then sleep with him, hoping to leave the strongest heir.

"Counting today, it should be the fortieth..."

I don’t know what happened to the migration.

Looking at the tired sleeping woman beside him and the traces of filth in the room, Ulfric scratched his head.

So when Ulfric began to enter the Sage Time and think about the meaning of life, it was already his seventh day in the Frozen Sea.

During these seven days, in order to maximize the reputation of his great master, he chose some methods that Li Ang might not like, but were very Norscan.

To put it simply, he carried the head of the high priest who had turned into a bird-headed monster and hung it on the bow of the ship, and used Norscan's relatively simple enchantment method to ask his soul to serve him, otherwise Just send it to feed Stonehenge.

Under such an effective threat, the high priest chose to obey with all his heart.

He knew very well how terrifying the most primitive ritual manipulated by that terrible guy was.

That was when intelligent life began to have cognition and logic. The ritual array constructed from the most primitive ideas was a crazy creation that was theoretically impossible to exist in this world.

Stonehenge brought not the first prophet, but the most primitive destruction. When intelligent creatures first begin to desire, what they pursue is always the destruction of their enemies, not their own survival. Because they cannot even comprehend the concept of life and death, what they seek is the most complete destruction.

So the old man gave up and hung it on the Viking longship as a bow statue.

And with the help of the ability of the chosen head of Tzeentch, Ulfric was able to start visiting the major Norscan tribes around the Frozen Sea in a short period of time.

Ulfric's choice was simple, too. First, he took a long boat, used the space ability of the old priest's head to rush directly there, and then announced that he was coming for the great Star Son, the Lord of the Broken Land, Li Ang. Let them go to a better place to live.

If the other person knows you and wants to live a good life, then hello to you and me to everyone. If that doesn't work, then bring up Norsca's most primitive duel of strong men.

As long as you become the chief, wouldn't you be able to order everyone to go there?

Ulfric thought he was a genius.

As for things like betraying Leon, Ulfric had never thought about it. Even though the bird-headed man was talking nicely at the time, Ulfric was actually thinking about whether to go back to bring in reinforcements or let Leon come and see for himself.

As Ulfric, who personally built Stonehenge and witnessed many wonders and changes in celestial phenomena, he too believed that Leon was not a human being.

Especially when Ulfric felt that his head and body seemed to be blessed by the breath of life, this simple Norscan man had realized that his master might have done many things one after another. Let him, his younger brother and servant, also benefit a lot.

Even the scar from his last duel seemed to be completely healed by Ulfric now.

I just don't know why it smells a bit stinky.

Maybe it's because I didn't take a shower.

Ulfric sniffed, stood up from the bed and began to put on his cloak.

The woman lying on the bed was also awakened by the sound. She opened her eyes sleepily and looked at Ulfric in front of her, her eyes a little blurred.

"Lord Ulfric, do you still need me to serve you?"

"No need, you can follow my instructions and go to the Broken Land."

After fastening his belt, Ulfric's voice became tougher when he spoke.

"I followed the oracle - ah, no, it was the order of our Lord, to let you live a good life. Now that I am your chief, you can just follow."

"But... sir."

Looking at Ulfric, who was dressed neatly and about to leave soon, this woman who had a brief affair with him and was also the daughter of the local chieftain bit her lip, looked at the majestic legendary warrior with bright eyes, and whispered their troubles.

"We women, as well as the leaders of Norsca, will not be able to pass through the Siren Sea in the near future."

"...Ah?"

Ulfric put on his leather armor and was stunned when he heard this.

"What the hell are you talking about? What do you mean there is no way to pass through the Siren Sea?"

"Because in the past few months, unknown monsters have awakened in the Siren Sea and are attacking our ships. Even if we want to go there, we can only move along the coastline and there is no way to get there quickly."

The woman pulled the fur to cover her bruised body, looked at the mighty man in front of her and said softly:

"And along the coastline, the Chaos Gods have issued an oracle that it is a forbidden place and is absolutely not allowed to pass. There are even their watchtowers and fortresses on the edge of the coastline. For us, it is impossible to pass through those fortresses and checkpoints..."

"Then why didn't I see anything when I came here?"

"Is it possible that the power of Ulfric and the Lord of the Advent is too strong, causing them to dare not show up...?"

Looking at the inscriptions and marks on Ulfric's body that kept emerging due to emotions, the woman who looked quite pretty flashed a trace of envy in her eyes and said softly.