Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

To be honest, at the beginning, players generally believed that the chivalrous expedition in the Broken Land was an armed parade.

Whether it is the judgment of high-level players or the collection of data by middle and low-level players, they all think so. Because the entire Bretonnia, including all the civilized worlds that players come into contact with, all recorded data and related records prove that chaos and demons are vulnerable to the civilized world.

Detailed records for hundreds or even thousands of years, relics of all civilized worlds and heroic deeds, detailed records and the poor living conditions of the Norscans. These are uninterrupted and continuous records.

Not only the history, but sometimes the person involved may be a heroic soul or still alive.

What is chaos to them? They are some rural ghost stories spread among some fools and farmers. They are the helpless results of some people who cannot survive in the bitter cold land of the north.

They are not qualified to obtain deeper information, let alone the Elf Eternal Gathering Island that is always shrouded in mist, the rainforest in the south, and the libraries and historical legends that have never been open to players. What shocking news. They know nothing.

So from a player's perspective, an expedition to the Chaos Wastes is no different from an armed march.

It's just an activity of taking money and people, and then brushing their faces.

We are ready to let the main fleet wander on the coast of Norsca, paving the way for the City of Hope and the conquest of the Norsca Peninsula. Players are full of hopes and dreams for the old world and the coming of another world.

It wasn't until today, when they saw the colors gradually returning to the sky of the Northern Lights and the huge World Wound Crack, that they realized for the first time that this world was not what the players imagined at all, it was just an alien world with certain magical abilities. . The myths, legends and weird stories here are most likely true.

Because right in front of them, the man in white robes with a passionate face had etched in his eyes the rituals and curses that would tear the entire world apart with a huge rift.

"I'm really sorry that I let you see a bit of a rude side."

The great wizard, who was called Leon - at least that's what the players heard from the interpretation - looked at the remaining people who were still frightened, with a big smile on his face.

"But please don't worry, I will only do this to my enemies. I am full of infinite goodwill and love for every human being. As long as you follow my ideas and live a better life, that is the best thing for me. I I don’t want to be an enemy of everyone, on the contrary, I hope everyone can trust me.”

"I'm not a cruel person. Rather, you should have heard of what chaos pollution is, and you know what it looks like after being polluted. What I do is the greatest tolerance and kindness."

"Even if you want to leave, I will never stop you, but I believe you are missing out on the greatest career in your life."

"That's what I just did, the cause of fighting Chaos."

Looking at the many peasant levies and players who were in such a state of embarrassment that they didn't even dare to return to the ship, the wizard in white had a smile on his face and opened his hands as if to embrace these losers.

The pale army wearing talismans no longer looked crazy and walked silently in the burning camp. Those soulless monsters walked steadily, killing the remaining demons one by one, and then dragged out the living humans from the ruins. Green light began to heal the wounded.

The remaining knights, serfs, and players watched everything in front of them in silence.

They watched helplessly as these monsters, which had killed all the demons, began to save people like a group of well-trained doctors. Everyone began to gradually doubt whether there was something wrong with their own cognition.

It was obvious that the man floating in mid-air with a kind expression was an out-and-out crazy wizard.

A madman who is so powerful that he can even change the flow of magic in the entire world and compete with the gods.

"You must think that I will sacrifice your lives and do some evil things, but please don't worry, I really love every human being. I will not force you to make cruel choices. But because of the injury And because of the war, I hope you can come to my city and settle down."

The floating wizard was in the camp, looking at the frightened knights and serfs with a sincere smile on his face. This kind of rhetoric immediately made everyone's hearts tremble.

However, the knights felt a little uneasy because the serfs and free people had already admitted their defeat.

They just come here hoping to get a chance to rise in class, and if they fail this time, then they can just give in and become slaves. It’s not their first time, and there’s no psychological burden on them.

Being able to work under such a great wizard who can change the sky, control monsters, and even directly kill the demons leading the army, such a big man is an existence that is unimaginable in ordinary people. And looking at those soulless people, there is no need for such a terrifying big shot to deceive them.

As for the players...the players don't care who they work for.

If they can join the Chivalrous Expedition, they will naturally serve this Witch King of unknown origin.

For the players, they can get more information, and it is a newly rising force at first glance. It seems that they can choose to become cooperative partners or even subjects. Because there is another world as a shield, the players are more flexible than expected.

So everyone looked at each other, and it seemed that no one saw a strong sense of resistance in each other's eyes. The knights' expressions were a bit ugly, but looking at the human bodies on the ground, the knights couldn't speak.

Because their credibility has been bankrupt, even if they go back, they can only go on an expedition of atonement.

Chaos believers are guilty, and they are also guilty if they don't distinguish them.

Just when everyone was a little shaken, the wizard clapped his hands and said again:

"Of course, when I lead you to appreciate the real battlefield, I need to perform a ritual behavior. A very simple and natural behavior. After all, if you do something wrong, you will be punished."

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Everyone swallowed subconsciously, feeling that this matter might not be easy.

But the mysterious wizard looked at the nervous crowd, smiled easily, and put forward his own conditions.

"It's not a big deal, just a simple question. Do you admit that your choice is a failure? Do you admit that you were guided by a pleasure demon to attack innocent me?"

"...Yes, we admit it."

"That's good. My request has been met."

Looking at the chivalrous expeditionary army that laid down their weapons in front of him, the wizard king's face, which was impressive but blurred in memory, smiled.

"Thank you for your understanding. Welcome to the Land of Descendants. Let us witness the real world."