The Red Age of Sword and Magic

Chapter 67 Mingzhi
The camel caravan continued along the ancient road at the foot of Tianshan Mountain.The ancient road was severely damaged, and occasionally there were rust spots on the ground.

Sanmao was riding on the horse, looking at the desolate ancient road, feeling drowsy.Compared with the prosperity of the magic city here, the gap is really too big.If it weren't for a group of interesting comrades in arms, he wouldn't want to come to this ghost place.

"Brother Bai, didn't you say that this is the Silk Road? Why is there only our camel caravan? Didn't even see a caravan?"

"Sanmao, what you heard is a thing of the past, ever since the elf country reproduced the steamship technology, the goods have been shipped by sea.

Without the demand from Europa, the Western Regions alone would not need so much goods.Now when there is a war, the caravan is completely cut off.

Otherwise, our large-scale camel caravan must be dominated by masters, why would the bandits dare to snatch it?It's not that they don't know the danger, it's that they really don't have to grab it. "

"I heard that there are many treasures in the Western Regions. There are both mines and wool. A place like Kucha is still an oasis, so it can't be rich?"

"If you want to be rich, you must first have peace. Moreover, you must have traffic."

Henry pointed to the rust on the ground, "Look, this is the relic of the railway in ancient times. At that time, the Supreme Emperor Li Zhi cooperated with the God of Light to build this railway in the Western Regions. During the Tang Dynasty's global empire, Kangju became the most prosperous city.

Now there are only relics left, and Kangju is also buried under the volcanic ash. Alas, the sea has changed. "

"Speaking of the railway, we also started to repair it in the next summer. Xiliang, the governor of Sichuan and Chongqing, is preparing for the Sichuan-Han Railway. I heard that 350 million taels of silver were raised from the common people, and now it has been deposited by the General Revenue and Expenditure Regulations in front of me. In the money houses in the magic city."

"Ah? Aren't those banks speculating in rubber stocks? If the stock market crashes, wouldn't the money of ordinary people in Sichuan and Chongqing be wasted?"

Er Jin is the most sensitive to the economy, so he immediately thought of key issues.

"Er Jin, don't worry about the country and the people. Anyway, everyone knows that the end of the summer is coming, so it's not bad."

"Henry, you will pat your ass and go back to Maple Leaf Country or New Frankland at that time, and the people in Houxia will suffer. When the war breaks out, my family's business will definitely be the first to be affected."

"Didn't your family make guns? You will definitely make a fortune by then."

"I'd rather not get rich than be displaced."

Randy listened to everyone chatting about nothing, and the atmosphere became depressed as they chatted.

Randy touched the big sword on his back and jumped off the horse. "Brothers, let me tell you something serious. If the world is really in chaos in Daxia, I must participate and fight for the common people to live a better life.

At that time, our team will be disbanded, and you can go where you want to go. "

"It's nothing, I, Sanmao, have been with Boss Randy all my life. Although I don't know what it means to serve the country and the people, I don't want all the children after Daxia to wander like me.

No matter where Boss Randy votes, or even establishes his own power, I will definitely follow Boss Randy. "

"Randy, don't underestimate me. I heard what Shi Yuan and you said at the feast of beasts. When the time comes to fight the world for the common people, count me in."

"Okay, let's make a deal."

Randy stretched out his big sword, Er Jin got off his horse, and put Serajong on the big sword.

Sanmao somersaulted off his horse and put the kitchen knife on it.

"Erjin, you underestimated me. I, Henry, surnamed Bai, am an authentic Daxia native. How could I be left out of this kind of thing? Besides, I met so many gentle and beautiful girlfriends in Houxia. How could I let them keep going?" suffer?
Even if I die in battle in Houxia, I won't run back to Maple Leaf Country. "

A dragon's blood staff was attached to Randy's great sword, and a holy fire order was added.

Osman hesitated for a while, "The Ottoman Sultanate has long been a vassal state of the Tang Dynasty, and my ancestor, Nanny Zhao, is an authentic Tang person. If you know that I am afraid of death and dare not contribute to the motherland, you will definitely call me an unworthy descendant."

A golden staff was put on it.

"Wow!"

The last thing on Randy's sword was a tiger claw.

Long Wu's position is far away from these vanguard mercenaries.However, there is a proverb in the Dragon Clan that all people below the holy level are ants, and Long Wu can clearly perceive what these people are doing.

Long Wu suddenly became interested in what the ants were doing, not because he was bored, but because he thought of the fate of the dragon clan.

"The Dragon Clan has no motherland, only such a tribe. The world is going to be in chaos. Once you want to stand in line, where will the Dragon Clan go?
In the future when the world is united and science and technology develop rapidly, if the Dragon Clan stays out of it as it is now, they will definitely fall behind and be wiped out.

The Dragon Clan just has too few Dingkou. Once they stand on the wrong team, no matter how strong the individual is, it won't help.

Those ants can unite as one, and the people of Hou Xia claim to be the descendants of the dragon. Should we help Hou Xia? "

Long Wu is not like those closed elders who sleep with energy spar all day long.He often comes out to learn about the world and thinks about much more.

God gave the Dragon Clan powerful force, but not much wisdom. Long Wu didn't think of any ideas when he thought of his head hurting.

"Forget it, let's take another look. Randy would rather fight a bloody battle than abide by the contract, and don't come to beg me. This little guy really suits my taste.

But it is not so easy to gain the allegiance of our dragon clan, and even become a dragon knight.

Randy, you weak chicken must at least become a saint, preferably a demigod, in order to gain the approval of those stubborn elders, I can't help you. "

At dusk, a collapsed temple appeared ahead, where the camel team camped.

With a serious face, Henry walked towards the temple, and his comrades strolled after him.

Pass through the empty gate, step over the collapsed stone pillars, and come to the mottled hall.Looking up at the seven statues on the altar, Henry knelt down devoutly.

Dressed in a suit and elegant, Henry has always been a cynical neo-Frankish aristocrat.

Foreigners don't kneel. Back then when the elves came to the capital for pilgrimage, there was a big diplomatic dispute over whether to kneel to the emperor or not.

Although Henry has always claimed to be a descendant of the Bai family, after all, he looks like a pure ghost, but now he is kneeling on both knees, Randy is very surprised.

This should be a temple of light, right?However, according to the Zoroastrian rules set by the envoy of light, kneeling is not advocating.Even for a priest of light like Henry, when he saw the statue of the God of Light, he only had to bend down and bow.

Believe in gods as if they exist, and if you don't believe in gods, you won't be blamed. Zoroastrianism has always adhered to this tradition.

Some sects claim that if one does not worship his god, the whole family will suffer disaster or something.Compared with the rules of Zoroastrianism, the God of Light is much more magnanimous, so he is more loved by the Houxia people who advocate self-reliance.

Henry put his hands on his chest, made a flame shape, and muttered to himself, not knowing what he was praying for.

Randy of the Temple of Light has seen many of them, so he looked up at the altar, huh?The one enshrined on the altar is not the God of Light that everyone is familiar with.

(End of this chapter)