Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

August 8, 2614.

Port of Cologne.

The fleet, decorated with bright red ribbons and bronze decorations, is gathering at the port.

The armies of the Unblessed Chivalrous Expedition and the Cursed Expedition are constantly gathering in this largest port.

The Crusade of the Damned is the official name for this chivalrous crusade. There is a reason for this.

The fairies of the lake did not bless this chivalrous expedition because it was not an expeditionary force conscripted by the King of Knights, but a spontaneous action by local honorary knights and quasi-knights. It is the atonement of Goethe’s Knight and Joshua’s Knight.

And because the Holy Grail has not yet been returned, their religious considerations will not bless these fleets. The entire Chivalric Expedition Fleet is about to launch a massive expedition into the Broken Lands without the blessing of the gods. They even collected food and supplies donated by many other forces and traveled across the ice and sea.

Because Bretonnia and the Norsca Peninsula are separated by the sea, some impatient outpost fleets have even begun to clear out the Norscans on the Norsca Peninsula to clear the way for the chivalrous expedition.

This kind of eagerness for non-knights to go on an expedition just to prove themselves was eventually called the Cursed Expedition.

However, this kind of expeditionary force, which is in disarray and even a bit ridiculous in the eyes of the officials of the old world, is an unattainable dream in the eyes of many groups and forces.

Just after setting sail, the entire port was filled with colorful ribbons. As the ships gradually left the port, huge flags and canvases began to be raised, followed by the chants of farmers and minor nobles on the shore to bless the expedition, and the ships began to shine with magical light one by one. .

It is these brilliance that give these strange-looking ships extraordinary load-bearing capacity, ability to resist strikes, and even the ability to repair themselves.

A fleet without magic is not qualified in this world.

Even if there is no magic, you must have faith and respect for the gods.

Because only in this way, the ocean will not set off huge waves, and the magical wind will not tear your fleet apart in an instant. And ships that rely purely on so-called technology and design will be angrily dismantled into pieces by wind, waves and sea monsters in less than ten years.

"...Every time I see this scene, I feel a pang of jealousy."

Sitting on the highest floor of the port tower, Edward narrowed his eyes unhappily as he watched the fleet of ships wearing ribbons sail out of the port and began to gather.

"Their fleet is protected by the gods, and trying to destroy our fleet is no different than demolishing building blocks. Their bodies are also blessed by faith, and their abilities are far beyond normal people... Why can we only use it here? Something that can only be accomplished with money and profit, is so simple for them? "

"Because people have lived here all their lives, and we are on the other side."

What's more, the gods here don't think much of us.

Next to Edward, Anderson, the player responsible for official liaison and the coordinator of this chivalrous expedition, was wearing a luxurious dress and sitting next to Edward with a bottle of wine.

Use the rotor to open the cork, and the mellow fragrance that was blessed by the fairy in the lake with magic and could not appear in the original world filled the air, making the originally damp room seem to become noble and elegant. The two picked up the glasses, poured out the wine, clinked it, looked at the fleet in the distance, and each sighed.

"As for Goethe Knight, we can't get involved in any way."

Shaking the red wine glass, Anderson looked at the leaving fleet and said softly:

"I feel like something is wrong with that person. Although he started his own oath and curse, his power is still strong. Moreover, he recently loves the color red and often hurts others during training. He has certain bloodthirsty symptoms. "

This symptom is very obvious, or in other words, it is very obvious to the current players who are hanging around in the old world.

Upon hearing this, Edward frowned.

"Do you think he was contaminated by Chaos? Or is it for some other reason?"

"The fairy in the lake didn't say anything about chaos pollution, so there must be nothing wrong with it."

Anderson shook his head.

"After all, the power of the Lady of the Lake is much greater than that of the Chaos Gods. If the Chaos Gods are so powerful, how could they spread across the ice sheet? Hasn't the country been founded earlier? Isn't that what Northrend is all about?"

"Don't you mean that the Chaos Gods are gods incarnated from the evil thoughts of all intelligent creatures, and they don't care about the environment?"

"That's just talk. How can any truly intelligent creature not like normal life and a beautiful environment? Who still likes to live a hard life in that kind of ice and snow? It's just that they can't survive. It's the same everywhere else. In this way, most of the Chaos Gods are like that.”

Anderson shook his head casually.

They determined this by taking all the stories and related things from each major area.

Except for the Eternal Gathering Island of Elves that cannot be penetrated at all for some reason, and those weird rainforests full of temples, other human countries in the old world, even those evil races and strange countries, basically did not The Chaos Gods are supposed to be irresistible and powerful enemies.

Even the empire, which depicts the most terrifying image of the Chaos Gods, basically joined forces with Kislev to resist the Norscans and followers of the Chaos Gods who were plundering south, and there has been no major incident for so many years.

Therefore, based on various research and acceptance, as well as evidence from other regions, players generally believe that although the Chaos Gods are terrifying, their divine power is not as good as other great gods.

Rather than a twisting point in the world or a terrifying villain destroying the world, it looks more like some abominable thing that can't survive and rages impotently at the edge of the world. And with this understanding, Chaos's gifts and various behaviors seem no different from secretly poaching people.

If you were really that powerful, how could you still have so many things if you had come to take care of you long ago?

As for the so-called power of destruction, twisted into an inhuman posture, players have never seen such a high-end scene, so they think it is just bragging. If you think about it conventionally, your side is sacred and noble, and your enemy looks ugly and hateful. Isn't that a conventional operation?

How could anyone actually record it truthfully? It's ridiculous to think about it. He must have been described like that because he lost.

"So I think the chivalrous expedition will definitely be successful. After all, the power of the Lady of the Lake is stronger than the Chaos Gods. Although the knights actively abandoned her, there is still time. Corrosion takes time no matter what."

Anderson said:

"Even if Goethe Knight degenerates and becomes a demon, he will definitely transform after finishing the Chivalrous Crusade, or at the end of the Chivalrous Crusade. Time is still a bit advantageous to us. In detail, we can wait until Joshua Knight comes with the follow-up A large group of people are moving together. And it just so happens that he is arranging a consolation dinner for us to go together."

"Let's go to a dinner together? Are you sure you're not jealous of those ladies and eldest ladies?"

"That's the only place that can think highly of us. Do we really plan to be cannon fodder in the name of knights in the chivalrous expedition? Don't forget our original intention. Just take a look at these things. The core is still in Hope City in the north. "

We are from the wine shop, we can't lose points in front of those ladies.

You have to be energetic at night to satisfy those women.

Anderson knocked his head, pointed at the lavender dinner invitation, looked at Edward who understood it, and showed a mysterious smile.