Chapter 1,411 History Tampered with by Religion?

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It is only a few dozen kilometers away from Songlin Village, and it only took half a day for us to leave that quiet and peaceful village in the forest. However, just such a small distance in time and space is enough for people to truly experience the difference between peace and war. The layer is thinner than paper. />

The North Fortress has become a veritable place of heavy troops. With this fortress as the center and stretching for hundreds of miles along the Changqiao Mountains, there are large and small military camps and garrisons. They include regular troops from the interior of the empire, and some from The second-line troops organized by local lords and churches, and the rest are scattered free mercenaries and people with lofty ideals. This can be called a grand occasion, or it can be called crazy: the fearless attitude of the people on the earth in the face of the invasion of Dark Moon and the spirit of national struggle are amazing. Although from our perspective, the Dark Moon War itself is inexplicable, but the stubborn defense On both sides of the Changqiao Mountains, these people who are always ready to fight are still worthy of the name of warriors.

Compared with the atmosphere here, where even the air is filled with a trace of murderousness, the atmosphere in Pine Forest Village seems too peaceful and too daunting. However, there is nothing to criticize: after all, not every race can be like Xi Like Ling, all the people are soldiers, and ordinary people have their own way of living. It is understandable that the villagers of Songlin Village first think about their three meals a day. And they will soon appear on the second line of defense as militiamen. From this point of view, this can be regarded as a tough folk custom.

We are going to spend the night outside the North Fortress tonight, but outside the fortress, it will never feel like a wilderness: free mercenaries from all over the country have set up hundreds of miles of companies in the wilderness, even if you are Horses galloped at the foot of Changqiao Mountain. There is no place that is truly "deserted" in a short period of time.

When we were preparing to set up camp, we encountered a small episode: at first, I wanted to find out if there were any nominal planners at the Free Mercenary Station, but after asking, I found out that there were no dedicated planners, let alone one. Even the officers in the fortress don't know how the mercenary station is "planned" inside. These small, loose teams are randomly distributed in the "unruly areas" divided by the Knights. Forming a group or working alone depends on preference. It even feels like a group of newcomers who have just got off the train and are waiting for odd jobs at various intersections. Among such a group of migrant workers in the city, no one needs to consider the issue of "arranging camps and setting up tents."

It's just that the nature of the work of this group of "migrant workers" is particularly high-end: they are here to save the world. At least they think so.

So we directly found a relatively quiet place in the mercenary area as a "turf", and then it didn't take much effort to prepare the tents. Bingtis, the god of creation, directly used the power of creation to create three large tents. It’s not much different from the tents of the people around it, but there are a lot of barriers and barriers inside: we can discuss the end of the world inside without worrying about anyone knowing.

The tent was prepared in a matter of seconds. Bingtis and Viska began to volunteer to make dinner (yes, it was the two of them). I saw that I had nothing to do, so I wandered around the large camp. Because Lin Xue wanted to be clean, we chose a place far away from other people. Calculated according to the size of the mercenary station, the place we stayed was at least outside the tenth ring road... I had to walk for a long time to get to the nearest one. "Neighbors" say hello.

Happily. Everyone I met along the way was quite friendly, probably because they were all on the same desperate front. Even the usually fiercely competitive mercenaries here became a harmonious family. Even though most of the people here don't know each other, even though everyone else in everyone's sight is probably from all over the country. I still feel as if I am on a lively country street, surrounded by people who can chat like neighbors I have known for many years. This kind of atmosphere may be noisy, but if you come into contact with it for the first time... it's actually quite interesting. Almost all mercenaries have big mouths. If you wander here for thirty minutes and go back, you can write a lifetime of fantasy at the starting point...

While wandering around these lively courtyard camps, of course I didn't forget to ask around for some information. As a newbie mercenary, I quickly figured out how these seemingly unorganized and undisciplined guys planned to participate in the battle against Dark Moon. It was pretty much what I expected: mercenaries are not for the front. Prepared for the battlefield.

They will still do what they always do here: sell their fighting power for a price.

The Knights of the North Fortress have specially prepared a contact window for mercenaries. They will issue tasks over there. These tasks may be tricky and dangerous, but without exception they will be well-paid and can earn a big reputation. The Knights and other regular soldiers have precious resources, and they don't have that many "special operators" to perform piecemeal reconnaissance and exploration missions, so these jobs are outsourced to mercenaries. Every day, there are people who are responsible for reporting the task catalog and rush between the fortress and the mercenary station - these people are usually mercenaries, and their running around like this is actually a daily task - each large or small mercenary team is getting After using this information, they will weigh their own ability and luck, and decide whether to go out and fight today or watch others go out and fight.

All mercenaries are like this, and the process of their stationing here is also the same: after receiving the news of the imperial conscription, they come by themselves, find the registrar of the fortress, report the name of the individual or team, and then get a small identification card. Son, he just set up camp on his own and became a member of the people protecting the world: a really chaotic but free and easy group of people.

The knights, the second-line army, the mercenary group, the temporarily established dispatch center, as well as the semi-free task handover and various two-line military operations, these elements together constitute a special small society. At the foot of the Changqiao Mountains, there is more than just It's a line of defense, but it's also a strange, walled city: you can even find markets and traveling merchants among the various camps!

This place looks very chaotic, but after walking around, I also vaguely feel that there is a basic order in this chaos. No matter who is managing the North Fortress, it must be a talented person: he can manage the vegetable market and the military camp at the same time. This guy is already amazing in my eyes.

I didn't go too far, I just wandered around this mercenary camp and an independent regiment camp next to it: the latter claimed to be the lord regiment of "Grand Duke Hector" in the empire. Because it already belongs to a regular military station. I didn’t go in: there was nothing to see anyway.

"Hey, the boss is back?"

As soon as I returned to my family's tent, I heard Bingtis's carefree voice coming from the front. I followed the sound and saw that the female hooligan was sitting in front of the bonfire waving vigorously to this side. Lin Xue next to her used He bumped Bingtis hard with his elbow: "He is the head of our family - you third-level fireball cultivator, don't cause trouble."

I happily walked over and sat down between Lin Xue and Qian Qian. The latter came up to me with excitement and took a bite on my face, then turned around and continued to use a stick to stir up the firewood in the campfire. This girl was always interested in things like camping and campfire dinners, and I understood that: I was used to living in the high-tech Shadow City. It’s actually quite interesting to come out and experience this original ecological life occasionally.

"Where's the promised dinner?" I looked at Bingtis and then at Viska, who was sitting on the other side of Qianqian. These two had just announced that they were going to prepare dinner with great enthusiasm. Although they were not impressed by their "craftsmanship" I have a lot of doubts, but they should be better at cooking than Sandora. So I just let these two fool around. It was getting late, and I was curious to see what they had come up with.

"Don't worry, it's very rich." Bingtis smoothly pulled out a floating tray from behind. There were a lot of sea bowls on it, which were steaming hot and full of smell. "Pork ribs with scallion oil. Dried seafood and vegetables, tender beef in old soup. Seaweed, shrimp, and chicken stewed with mushrooms. It just took a little longer to soak..."

After a while, I sucked on Master Kong's Chicken Mushroom Noodles, which had almost turned into a lump, and told Viska in a serious voice: "In the future, try not to mix things that you are not familiar with, okay? Especially when this guy Bingtis mentions Let’s not get mixed up with his ideas—let’s just eat the ready-made dry food brought from home tomorrow.”

Huesca and Pandora were holding a sea bowl bigger than their heads and eating from the same bowl of noodles. The former nodded vigorously. Almost knocked Pandora's head into the bowl...

"It's not bad to do this once in a while," Miss Lin looked very happy. She took out a small piece of noodles and fed it to Dingdang who was sitting next to her bowl, but looked around, and then her tone suddenly changed, "Every day in Shadow City, we face 'national events', legions, worlds, races, The rise and fall of life and death based on the universe, slowly it seems that like those imperial soldiers, I only know one way of doing things, sweep, sweep, or sweep... When you are in trouble, just sweep... Wooden wood, you say what if Without this opportunity, sooner or later, would we have forgotten that the places we swept through were actually full of living people who could cry and laugh? Look around you..."

Although Lin Xue seemed to just say it casually, I was stunned for a moment.

Although we wandered around the macro world every day when we were in the Empire District and mingled with everyone, how long has it been since we had such good contact with a new world that has not been touched by the Empire? Not coming as an invincible, nor observing with a savior's mentality, not bringing an army, not bringing any plans for conquest, just coming among the locals like a tourist and living with them for a while - this form of contact , how long has it been since?

We went to Vanilla's hometown with the idea of ​​testing the Crow God's belief, and we went to the world of the Merova rebels with the purpose of counterinsurgency. Even when we came into contact with the indigenous people of those worlds, we always observed it from a detached perspective. Planning, planning... Although I know that my mentality is fine, the fact is that there is still a problem.

Only this time, the situation is slightly different.

I looked at the tent behind me and at the noisy mercenary camps in the distance. The metal plate that Joseph gave me was still in his arms, and the stupid guy was still waiting for us to go find him tomorrow - we were working in a long-lost way. The "low-efficiency" way of contacting and living with the locals has not summoned any super power to reveal the truth of the world so far (thanks to the deterrent power of the fallen apostle in this regard). This is a bit of a waste of time by the standards of Xiling Apostle, but I think it may also be meaningful.

Although Bingtis said that our family all has the ability to maintain our xinxing (you can say it is lack of mind), but if we can use other methods to remind ourselves in addition to this talent of lack of mind, It is also a good thing to pay attention to people and things that are easily ignored.

My eyes fell on Bingtis. This careless female gangster somehow became the "leader" of our group. She planned the action plan for the past two days, including this trip to the North Fortress. It was her idea. It's hard to say whether these decisions are true. There is some forethought in it. But noticing the gaze falling on him, Bingtis just raised his head and rolled his eyes: "Hurry up and eat, we are still studying the banned books. The Lice Demon has already copied some of the books."

What the heck, overthinking is just not my style.

We finished this "lavish" dinner in a hurry, and then went to the middle tent. Bingtis took out three thick books without covers from his pocket and threw them on the low table: "These are the three most representative books among the banned books. One is a history book about the genocide, and the other is a history book about the genocide. This book contains folk tales and poems from that time, and the other book is an ancient continental encyclopedia.”

Qian Qian immediately rushed forward anxiously, grabbed a book and flipped through it: "Hey. Why are you still warm? You also have body temperature in your personal space?"

"Didn't he say they were just copied?" Bingtis glanced briefly, "It's just the temperature generated by the magic. Oh, by the way, the second half of these books are temporarily unwritten, and the louse essence is not very powerful. When copying There's data loss and I'm getting them retransmitted."

I picked up a so-called "forbidden book" and read it. The second half of the book is indeed all white paper, but large sections of text and pictures quickly emerge on those white papers. From time to time, there are copy errors in some paragraphs, so the text on the page will be erased and reprinted in front of me. . What's amazing is that every page of the book copied with magic has a very light watermark on the surface that does not affect reading. There is a line of big words on the watermark: Reading piracy is a last resort. If possible, please support the original version.

Me: "... Bingtis, your magical skills are really humane."

The female gangster proudly shook her hair (this time she really slapped Viska on the head): "Tah, the cigarette package still says that smoking is harmful to health. I am also a goddess after all, so I have to pretend that I have professional ethics. Right - and it will be easy to pass the review when applying for a patent in the Pantheon with such a line. Those old antiques are all screwed up. It’s okay for others to make anything, but when it comes to guarding against concubines, it’s like guarding against thieves.”

My forehead is sweating: This goddess who considers herself a technical nerd and academic master has studied many weird "magic arts". The large ones can destroy the world, but the small ones are similar to "sharpening pencils forever." "I don't know how she developed such cold skills, but it is undeniable that she is indeed a genius in a certain sense. The so-called genius does not mean that you have to develop the theory of relativity to change the world. Sometimes you can explain why there is static electricity when taking off a sweater in winter but no static electricity when taking off a sweater in summer. That is also a genius. I was stimulated by those little inventors when I watched TV. For a while, I was obsessed with researching why there was no static electricity when taking off a sweater in the summer. I thought that if I succeeded in my research, I might be able to occupy five minutes on a local station. Later, when the project seemed to be successful, I was beaten in half by my sister. She told me that the reason why there is no static electricity when taking off a sweater in the summer is because no one wears a sweater in the summer...

I flipped through the book in my hand at random, and it should be the folklore story Bingtis mentioned - the folklore story before the First Dark Moon War. Such a large book seems to be not much thinner than the Goddess Sect's Bible, and the other two books Qian Qian and Lin Xue are holding are also large. It is obviously unrealistic to read them word by word. So I can only briefly browse through it.

When we studied the Bible of the Goddess Cult before, we discovered that this sect cut off the history before the First Dark Moon War, turned all the knowledge before the war into legends in the name of the "Heavenly Age", and prohibited anyone except It is obviously abnormal for any academic institution outside the church to characterize that period of history.

Under normal circumstances, there are only two reasons why ancient history is regarded as legend. Either it is that humans were really too primitive at that time, and they still lived in ancient times like cutting meat with stone slices and smearing grass juice on their faces to pretend to be possessed by gods. Of course, it will become nothing more than a legend due to the lack of written records. The other reason is the extermination war, and the scale of the war must be to reduce the world's population to one-tenth or even less, and completely destroy all countries. Only to the extent of a kind of civilization relic. The civilizational progress of every intelligent race is indeed often hit by wars, but in many cases, its level of growth and ability to "suspended death" are also staggering. Qianqian's father could piece together from a pile of broken tiles what an ancient civilization that had been extinct for thousands of years ate for three meals a day, so the traces of civilization left by intelligent creatures are not so easy to be completely erased.

Therefore, it is obviously wrong to regard the history before the First Dark Moon War as "ancient legends". Although the scale of the five wars was very large, people on the ground still know how to use teleportation stations. This shows that their civilization is theoretically It has not been completely cut off by the war, so where is the real history before the first war?

It's in these few books we have.

The scriptures of the Goddess Cult describe the history before the First War as an era of "great rule" in which all ethnic groups were at peace and the world was harmonious, and they called it the "era of heaven" with such radiant words. Considering that most intelligent species have grown up in wars and gunpowder smoke, and civilizations where multiple species live together will have extermination wars every now and then, if a world where many species live together can really achieve peace between all races Nothing happens, even if it only develops to the national stage relatively peacefully, it is really a miracle, and it is indeed enough to be called "a world like the age of the kingdom of heaven."

But after just a few minutes of flipping through the book, I saw at least four or five folklore with the background of racial discrimination and melee between different countries...

What Qian Qian was looking at was a history that was even more exaggerated: it was recorded by another race from the perspective of a bystander, and what it described was how a small race called "Forest Spirits" were exterminated by monsters!