Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 250 I Declare War!

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May 1350, 5, at two o'clock in the morning.

On the wall of a colonial city belonging to Loen, soldiers stood guard with guns in their arms, each feeling a little uneasy.On the huge city wall, their existence seemed a bit lonely.

The night was like a thick quilt covering everything.

As time went by, the temperature in the early morning became lower and lower.

The thinking of the soldiers became dull due to sleepiness and the constant darkness around them. Their perception of the surroundings gradually weakened, and they yawned one after another. They approached the torches on the city wall and huddled together for warmth.

Although the nights in the early spring of the Southern Continent are definitely not cold, people always have an instinctive yearning for warm places.

"Lerha and Hesut were really taken away by the Balam rebels?"

To combat drowsiness, the soldiers chatted to pass the time.A young soldier with brown eyes pulled up his collar and said worriedly, "Really? These two places are so far apart..."

"What are you thinking so much about? Isn't it written in the kingdom's newspaper? It was these two cities that suffered disasters first, and then they were snatched away by these pervasive cultists." Another soldier said disapprovingly.

"Didn't Aldera have internal support before? It took half a year. It will be a matter of time before the kingdom is brought back. If the cult is really capable, it won't be a cult anymore."

The city they were guarding wasn't too big, but it wasn't too small either. It was about the same size as the two cities that had been taken away, so it was disturbing.

The two cities that were suddenly destroyed by natural disasters cannot be said to be close at hand, but completely unrelated. Their completely different strategic values ​​and unrelated geographical factors make it impossible for the North Continent to explain the two cities strategically. The reason for the sudden fall of the city, even the people of the Church of Death looked at the map, and after a short period of ecstasy, they began to doubt the distance between the feathered snake's eyes.

They didn't know why the god of death chose to destroy these two unrelated cities as soon as he opened his eyes, and they didn't dare to ask.

Maybe the god of death was just a whim, but the Extraordinary people of the "god of death" path had to go back and forth to manage the city.

Therefore, the Northern Continent officials can only say that it is the joint effect of natural disasters and cults... which is not wrong.

Anyway, the people of the Northern Continent who have lived a normal life for more than 1000 years, although they have not seen the extraordinary with their own eyes, most of them have already cultivated the extraordinary imagination. Given a rough excuse, they will find their own reasons to make up for it.

"However, even if the three cities can be controlled by cooperating internally and externally, the Balam Rebel Army and their cult are much more powerful than the Highland Rebel Army."

The brown-eyed soldier was still worried, and couldn't help but say something uplifting: "And here we are..."

Under the complicated gazes of several compatriots, he muttered, "It's not ordinary."

There was no follow-up for more than a week after the incident, and the kingdom has reacted to some extent. People who don’t understand Extraordinary have nothing to worry about. Between Lerha and Hesut, it even happens to be on the shortest line segment between the two points.

This special strategic position is what makes the soldiers tremble.

"Stand guard carefully!" The squad leader arrived in time and scolded the young soldier.

"The kingdom's colonies can be taken away by the cult. The rebels won't take long. If there is a real fight, troops will be sent to station there. You don't need to worry about it."

His voice was carried far away by the night wind, and fell on the plains on the outskirts of the city. There was no echo, and he was swallowed by the vast darkness.

It is not an important city, nor does it have any important economic and strategic status. The garrison in the city is only a few hundred to 1000 people.

But if you really want to fight, you may not be able to fight. After all, the guns and weapons used by the resistance army are all old products that are at least one generation behind them.

Thinking about it this way, I can barely relax.After being trained by this, the soldiers quickly quieted down and stopped talking quietly.The young people who are not yet [-] at the most cheer up again, counting the time, there are still more than three hours before they can change their guards and go back to sleep, and they will be there after a while.

After a while, it was almost dawn, and the sound of soldiers starting to yawn again was heard in the wind.

The team leader was also drowsy, but as soon as his eyelids were closed, several dry and piercing croaking sounds suddenly came from his ears. The team leader woke up startled, and saw a crow with mottled feathers resting on the city wall.

The crow landed just right, leaving a back for them.The team leader regained his energy immediately, and the soldiers standing nearby also looked over. The two lightly loaded the guns in their hands, intending to shoot the bird down and bring it back, so as to add some meaty flavor to the pot.

With a "click", the gun was loaded, and it exploded in the silent night.

The crow shook its wings, but was not startled away by the soft sound.

There was a smile on the captain's face, and his fingers were slightly clenched, as if he had seen the scene where the crow fell to the ground and turned into a meal.

The crow turned around and approached the torch on the city wall. The smile on the face of the soldier standing behind the squad leader suddenly froze, as if he was stuck in his throat.His face suddenly changed drastically, as if he had seen something terrifying.

"Stomach! Stomach!" The soldier tremblingly stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the crow.

The crow with mottled feathers was still not startled away by the uncontrollable voice of the soldiers. The team leader looked at it intently, and immediately held his breath, and the gun in his hand shook.The crow was facing them sideways, and they couldn't see clearly in the dark, but now they noticed that the crow's abdomen was missing a large piece, as if it had been eaten by other animals, revealing an empty cavity and rotting flesh.

The crow shook its wings stiffly, revealing blackened bones under the wings.

"Dead bird!" The team leader was shocked, and immediately moved his finger, and a gunshot knocked the weird crow to the ground.

But before he breathed a sigh of relief, the crow that had been blown off half of its body stood up again unsteadily, without its head or wings, and the white maggots and bones were indistinguishable from each other in the fracture.The crow took two unsteady steps, and plunged into the torch, sparking a mess of sparks.

The team leader and the soldiers were still in shock, and suddenly there was another exclamation from behind: "It's foggy! It's foggy!"

They hurriedly looked back, and it was not surprising that there was fog at night, but they didn't expect that in the short moment when the crows attracted their attention, the dense fog gathered into layers of curtains, and dozens of defenders on the city wall They couldn't see the figure at all, only the torches on the city wall and their hands could still be seen, and a warm halo shone in the distance.

The squad leader also quickly reached out to grab the torch, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a rotten lower half of his face pressing on his shoulder.

The face opened its mouth and blew gently, and the cold wind of putrefaction and death immediately blew out the torch in front of it.

At the same time, all the torches on the city wall went out at the same time.

In the extreme darkness, they suddenly felt instinctive fear. One after another, cold hands pressed down on their shoulders, knees and the back of their heads, pushing them down, and knelt down towards the plain, with their foreheads pressed against the ground.

The plain outside the city was filled with mist at some point.

……

A young man with bronze skin and hair braided into the back of his head stared in the direction of the city wall.

He stood alone on the plain, looking at the city with lights in the distance, gray-black mist surrounded him, after a while, he breathed out, the bone whistle in his mouth made a sharp sound, and there was silence in the mist The standing living corpses stepped forward one after another.

rustle, rustle.

It was the sound of dead bones pushing away dirt.

The whistling of the spirit body cannot be heard with the ears.

The dead rose from their slumber one after another, and the young men with pigtails whistled and walked in the middle of the procession, driving them to the distant city, just like a shepherd driving a flock of sheep.

Walking to the city gate, just as he was about to open the gate of the underworld and pass through, the color beside him suddenly became brighter. The majestic white-haired old man, "Messenger of Death" Mirella, walked out of the spirit world and stared at the young man in front of him. .

"Why don't you attack the city?" he asked.

The young man lowered his head: "I have made the soldiers defending the city lose their combat effectiveness, and I can open the door to send undead creatures into the city at any time."

"But they are still alive, you didn't let them go to the kingdom of death." Mireira scolded with a bad look, but still remained patient, "Stop showing off your women's benevolence, stay with women and children for a long time Have you forgotten how to fight and how to kill?!"

The young man was silent.

Mirella raised her voice: "Garland Persat Eggers! Don't let me remind you again, the glory of your surname!"

"When you play with your children, remember how your sister was killed for not giving herself up to soldiers!"

"When you get along with women, you should remember how your mother and father were publicly executed for resistance and identity!"

"When you hid in the sea to escape reality, did you ever think that the people in your hometown are still being persecuted?" Mireira educated the children with grief, "Her Majesty once asked me to bring you back, hoping to be kind-hearted and popular among the people. You can bring positive changes to the empire, are you going to live up to Her Majesty's expectations?"

The "Gatekeeper" Garland of Sequence 5 lowered his head and did not make a sound. After a few seconds, he closed his mouth and took a deep breath.

He exhaled forcefully, and the bone whistle between his teeth made a sharp sound piercing the night sky.

The gate of the underworld burst open!The ten-meter-high bronze gate completely covered the original city gate. Countless vines and arms protruded from the underworld and wrapped around the city wall. The extraordinary power made the city wall weather and corrode at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The towering and solid city wall was not protected by extraordinary power, and it turned into a mass of tofu-like mud in a short period of time. There were some bones mixed in the collapsed mud, wearing the clothes of Loen soldiers.

The bronze gate still stood there, and Garland's whistle became light and ethereal.At this moment, the gate of the underworld is like a sluice gate. When it is opened, it releases a black and white cloud-like tide. Any stranger who approaches will be killed.The undead in the tide pulled out the wood from the wreckage of the city wall, ignited the blue flame, and threw it into the city ahead like countless meteors.

In the absolute silence, the sound of crackling and burning torches in the hands of the undead can be heard.

"My dear child, don't let me down." Mirella took a deep look at Garland, "The Temperance Angel also supports us, don't be kind anymore, child, in the future, your kindness will make more people Compatriots died as a result."

Hearing the word "temperance angel" and thinking of the leader's story and experience, Garland's mood fluctuated slightly.

"...Father, I don't want to kill people."

Garland held his whistle in his mouth, clenching his teeth, his voice was a bit vague.

"Because for us, killing people is too easy, but saving people is difficult."

Mirella patted him on the shoulder. After a short period of sternness, he also slowed down his voice, showing the appearance of a kind elder as always, and sighed to the child he raised:
"You sympathize with them, who will sympathize with us?"

"There are adults, old people, and children in need of help in our rear. After the city is broken, you can go to the logistics for a while."

Garland nodded silently. In front of them, the city had turned into a sea of ​​blue flames that was quietly burning. The flames imprinted into their eyes like a wave of water.No one ran in the streets, no one ran to put out fires, the towns slept, and would sleep forever.

The pagans die, and the countrymen stay.

Everything happened in such a logical way, just like it has happened every day for 200 years.

It's neither fun nor sad.

At four o'clock in the morning on May 1350, 5, before dawn, the Loen colonial city of Canterlot was attacked by the Church of Death, the city garrison was completely wiped out, and the fourth city returned to the control of the Balam Empire.

This fire burned the last leeway for relaxation between the two countries. At seven o'clock in the morning, the emperor of the Balam Empire declared war on the Kingdom of Loen.

……

In a manor in Backlund, a war angel with fiery red hair sat on a bench in the garden, frowning and carefully watching the report of the fall of the Southern Continent city.

Due to the recent huge changes in the Southern Continent, any disturbance will attract the attention of the Northern Continent newspaper.

In just one hour, various intelligence agencies in the Northern Continent had received news of the declaration of war by the Balam Empire, and they notified the newspapers one after another. Three hours later, the declaration of war and the Declaration of Independence were published in the daily newspapers of various countries, spreading like a storm across the country. Spread across the continent!
"It's started! The fire of this war burns so brilliantly." A smile curled up on the corner of his mouth, and he said in a low voice.

It has to be said that Reaper is still much more pleasing to the eye than the others. Just saying that he dares to fight and do is enough to give Medici a few words of praise.The Red Evil Spirit read and re-read this page of the newspaper, hating that the Aurora Society and the Jagged Cross Society currently did not go fishing in the troubled waters of the Southern Continent, so that he could not freely create something in the new flames of war.

Then He burned the newspaper casually and strode towards the real Creator's office.

"host!"

He jumped up from the open-air balcony, sat down on the railing of the balcony, and smiled at the young man with the black gold coloring and hanging the cross: "Are you ready to be promoted?"

"If we don't hurry up, we won't be able to add fire to the war sweeping the world in time!"

His Lord was standing in front of the bookshelf, flipping through a book, and a pen flew up automatically on the table, writing on a piece of paper.

The real creator didn't even look back: "Next week."

Satisfied, the war angel laughed.

……

In a luxury villa that has just paid 315 pounds for a full year of rent.

Klein, who took off his coat, stood upright on the large balcony of the semi-open room on the third floor. Looking at the scenery of the surrounding streets, he couldn't help sighing in his heart:
"Expensive really means expensive, and the rent of 315 pounds is not too wasteful..."

He had already paid a year's rent yesterday afternoon, and he could only force himself to be more and more pleasing to the eye of this place.

At the same time, he also directly paid Walter's annual salary of 115 pounds, because after he got the Antigonus family notes, he was likely to abscond, causing Mr. Steward to lose his job.

Based on this concept, he also paid the housekeeper Tanya an annual salary of 42 pounds this morning, which made the lady feel the generosity and demeanor of Mr. Dwayne Dantès.

With the busy work of the two housekeepers, the servants have basically been hired, and the personality and life of the rich man Dawn Dantès has begun to operate, and Dawn himself has nothing to do for the time being.But as soon as Klein sat down, he immediately noticed the newspaper at hand.

That was just brought in by the housekeeper Walter.

Logically speaking, "Becklund Daily" is a morning newspaper. If Walter wants to buy it, he should buy it around eight o'clock... Klein looked elsewhere, but there was also a copy of "Becklund Daily" on the table over there. ", couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

Is there any difference between the two newspapers?Is something new happening?
When Klein picked up the brand new newspaper, he could still smell the faint scent of ink on it.This newspaper is very thin, only half of the "Becklund Daily" in the morning. The content in it is quite shocking. It is the news that the Balam Empire declared independence!

Klein wouldn't be too surprised if it was just the night attack of the Church of Death, or the restoration of the Balam Empire. After all, it has nothing to do with him. At most, he was worried about Mr. Azik.

Even if Balam declared war on Loen, Klein was only a little nervous. He thought that as a Sequence 5 Extraordinary, he could somewhat protect himself in a war. Benson and Melissa were also in Backlund. , can be taken care of at any time.

What really shocked his pupils was the "Declaration of Independence" that took up an entire page!
This is the Declaration of Independence!

"...he obstructed the administration of justice by refusing to pass the laws establishing judicial power.

In time of peace he has stationed large numbers of armed forces among us without the consent of our legislature;
He sought to make the military independent of, and superior to, the civil government.

To cover them with sham trials so that they can kill the citizens of our states and still get away with it;

Luo Zhi was charged with escorting us overseas for trial...

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our coasts, burned our towns, and killed our people.

He was at this time transporting large numbers of foreign mercenaries to accomplish the old business of massacre, destruction, and ravages, which had begun long ago, with a cruelty and despicability that hardly finds precedent even in the most barbarous ages.He is totally unworthy of being the head of a civilized nation.

In every stage of these oppressions we have petitioned for improvement in the most humble terms; but repeated petitions have been answered with repeated injury.A prince is not fit to be the ruler of a free people when his character is marked by the deeds of a tyrant. "

This "he" refers to the Kingdom of Loen, and reads it as the Northern Continent... Klein took a deep breath, and a name began to circle in his mind: Russell Gustav, Luo... No, the colonial world promoted by Russell, How could it be possible to provide the "Declaration of Independence" to the people of the Southern Continent?Is it the true Creator?But the Aurora Society doesn't seem to have done anything in this incident...or...Edward Vaughn...

The rich man who knew that the war was about to start at the beginning of his new life was a little dizzy. Klein walked to the entrance, opened the door, and found that the expression of Richardson, the personal servant standing outside, was also a little embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"I'm used to taking a nap for three quarters of an hour at this time, don't let anyone disturb me."

"Yes, sir," Richardson responded humbly.

Because he is an illegitimate son of mixed blood, his father is from Loen, the steward of a manor, and his mother is a native of East Balam, a slave of that manor.

After he was born, he suffered discrimination and bullying, and developed a cowardly and obedient character. Because he looked pretty good, he was suitable for receiving guests. He was selected by the owner of the manor as a male servant and brought to Backlund.

When the upper and lower houses of the Loen Kingdom passed the bill abolishing slavery, he was miserable and unemployed, so he could only ask for assistance from the "Metropolis Helping Domestic Servants Association".

Before Klein, he served two families, made some mistakes, and accumulated a lot of experience. He was favored by the housekeeper Walter and became Dwayne Dantès' personal servant.

Glancing at Richardson, who was tall and tall and about the same height as him now, Klein shook his head invisibly, and sighed in his heart:
"This kind of guy who can be a star in appearance can only be a servant in this age, and he is so tall, but he is timid and cowardly. However, this is also an advantage. He is obedient, silent, and obedient. Whatever the master tells him Whatever you do, don't make your own decisions..."

Seeing Richardson's embarrassed expression, and thinking of the content in the newspaper, and the parade of people from the Southern Continent who gradually became more fanfare, Klein also felt a little subtle.

But he did not have the idea of ​​​​dismissing the other party.

Under such a tense situation, to fire a half-breed from the southern continent who has found a stable job is to really push the other party into the abyss.

Without saying much, Klein closed the door and locked it, returned to the easy chair, took four steps backwards, and entered above the gray mist to investigate the strange "moon puppets" sacrificed by Emlyn White.

TBC
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Adam: It's okay, it's just an internal war in the Southern Continent, and it can still be saved. (tear) (erase) (write)
　Some people in the comments mentioned that this is a matter of position and has nothing to do with right or wrong. In fact, many things still have right and wrong, such as colonial wars and aggression, no matter what position or reason, they are all wrong, wrong, and wrong. The medicine is wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong! ! !
　　If anyone felt colonization was innocent, it was certainly the ones who benefited from it.For example, the colonists who got the cultural relics.

　　
　
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