Sand Sculpture Demon King, Online Farming

01.

Hill was standing in a village shrouded in dense fog, with corpses lying around at his feet.

A human old man trembling with his golden beard, asked tremblingly: "Why are you killing people?"

"We killed damned people." Albrecht, the dark elf next to him, said.

It used to be a pleasant place, but it was impoverished and often ravaged by the surrounding nobles.

Later, a fallen mage lived here, and the fallen mage summoned a thick fog to cover the village, and the nobles also lost control of this place. The request of the fallen mage is to send him a baby every month, and send him a girl every few months-the former is for him to study spells, the latter is for him to enjoy, and the frequency of the latter. It depends on how long his girl can live under his hands.

People in the village are happy to see it here.

Because in this case, they only need to pay a relatively low price to avoid cruel plunder by the nobles.

In the past, nobles would rob their young men, their beautiful girls and their food. Now they only need to pay this price to protect themselves, why not?

During this period, there were also men who tried to unite with others to resist this system because their lovers were selected, but they were immediately suppressed by the old people in the village.

"You are ruining this village, you..." the old man continued to tremble and say to Hill and Albrecht.

Hill didn't know the situation in the village before. He just went by after passing by, but after seeing the old man, Hill also roughly understood some of the situation: "I thought I was saving."

"Too naive." The old man stomped his feet vigorously: "Even if a few people are killed, our village cannot be saved."

"I don't know this, because I am only responsible for killing people." Albrecht said.

"You are right." Hill said, "You can't save a few bad people's villages, and you can't save the world if you kill hundreds of thousands of bad people."

The old man didn't know why he suddenly said this. Since he didn't know that he, like many people, didn't want to go into the things that he didn't know, he said again: "You..."

Hill waved his hand and interrupted him: "Since you like fallen wizards or fallen things so much, I will return one of you. Don't worry, he will continue to protect you like the previous one."

Hill was not interested in going into the village to see, he waved his hand to let the place here re-enclose in the mist. In fact, the nobles outside had already given up on this area a few years ago, and they retreated farther. But the people in the village didn't want to look outside for so long, just as they didn't want to look outside of their hearts.

When Hill left the village, it began to rain lightly outside. The light rain sprinkled on the vegetation, and the vegetation in this area quickly withered. Hill stretched out his hand to catch the rain and felt the magical energy on it. I understand that this is the reason why the magical power overflowed because of the depression in my heart when summoning the mist, so that the entire cloud layer was contaminated with the breath of the devil. Most of the ordinary plants and trees in the human world are immersed in the breath of the devil, and a small part will live toward the death, mutating into a stronger species.

Black sheepskin boots stepped on a light purple bush, and Hill said to Albrecht next to him: "After returning, let the Dark Vatican take over here, and the entire necromancers will come to take care of it. The villagers here are forced to develop into believers."

"Which level?" Albrecht asked.

"Brainwashing level." Hill replied, "Oh... if there are people who try to resist halfway, let them out and show them something else to see."

"Yes, my king." Albrecht said.

"How do you feel about this?" Hill asked.

"I can't tell you," said the dark elf. "They probably chose a more appropriate way, but it's not the most appropriate. It may be stupid to the people above... I don't know how to describe it."

"Well, of course they are not great, but they are not evil either. The evil is the nobles." Hill said.

"Ah, I seem to understand something when you say that." Albrecht said.

"This world is like this many times-if the world is beautiful, then we will have the motivation to fight for this beauty. If the world is ugly, then this will also give people the motivation to change the ugliness. "

The gray-blue sky is constantly falling with raindrops, and the sky carries a substantial weight, quietly oppressing the world.

"But the problem is that the world is neither beautiful nor ugly. Most people have only human nature. They don't have the courage to be kind, nor the spirit of cruelty. Under such circumstances, it is difficult for people to generate motivation to fight. "

When Hill said this, his expression was very quiet, and the rain curtain obliquely separated him from the world.

Albrecht suddenly felt whether he had known his king for a moment.

"But as Iron Man said," Hill said with a smile, "No matter what the world is, there is only one, and we only have this one world."

"Ah, yes." Albrecht bit his head and nodded.

02.

On the way to Famagusta, Hill took a detour to the Winter City. The University Lennon was seriously ill. Hill went to visit him and fulfilled his promise. He took the University Lennon away and prepared Use the blood ghost to try to transform him into a demon. Forget the death knight, the scholar Lennon can't make it.

The blood ghost is undoubtedly an existence that is biased towards evil. The blood ghost ceremony first requires 99 lives. For this reason, Hill brought up all the dead prisoners in Winter City, and made a special detour for a wave of justice. The 99 people Get it all together.

The ice emperor and the nobles under his hand bid farewell to the academician Lennon. The academician did not spray the ice emperor for the first time. He said in a very calm and natural tone that he might not be able to assist his majesty again in the future, hopefully when I am away. In time, your Majesty has a ruler in his heart. But his Majesty was finally relieved, and he no longer needs to be sprayed by my old fellow.

Bingdi held the academician's hand and couldn't speak.

Hill watched this scene from the side. It was almost three years since he came here. In fact, it was only three years, but he has seen a lot of experiences.

After bringing the University of Lennon to Famagusta, Hill divided the small towns that had been discussed with the Ice Emperor and the Magnolia Emperor directly into the Dark Vatican jurisdiction. Because Hill didn't quite understand this, the towns that he was about to come over were not suitable for the development of the Dark Vatican. Monroe gave Hill a bit of science, and Hill blinked: "Then I ask those kings to apply for a change of cities? I don't think it's great... or just use it?"

"Since you have said so..." Monroe went over there to put on his gloves after halfway, and opened the parchment map, intending to explain it to Hill, "You can really help me."

"Hahaha."

"Not talking about construction, it is a little troublesome to radiate things around." Monroe said.

Hill smiled and said, "I like you."

"I want to say..."

"I like you." Hill said again.

"Okay." Monroe closed the map, took off his gloves, and acknowledged his fate: "I like you too."

Okay, I don't want to listen to popular science in this area anymore, the plan is through.

When Monroe was going forward and wanted to take Hill's shoulders, Hill smiled and put his hands against his chest: "There is actually one more thing, what do you know about blood ghosts..."

Monroe's face changed, and finally he sighed deeply, "You really are..."

"Challenge your tolerance limit?" Hill said, "Should the Paladin hate this, right?"

"It's not just the degree of deep dislike." Monroe said, and he was silent for a few seconds after he finished speaking: "But go ahead, what do you want to know?"

"I want to tell you that I plan to convert Mülheim's University Lennon into a blood ghost." Hill said.

Monroe's face changed slightly, "You mean..."

"I thought your first reaction was why I didn't tell you such an important thing." Hill said.

"Um... well, why don't you tell me such an important thing?"

"I haven't told you that I am pursuing King Oytin recently." Hill replied.

Monroe was speechless for a few seconds, and finally had no choice but to look at Hill with a helpless smile: "Do you want to let the Church of Illumination take action against Mülheim?"

"Yeah, I want to discuss with the Bingdi, next time I will use Milheim as the bait. So I want to know what the Church of Light’s attitude towards blood ghosts is, if it is announced that Lennon has become a blood ghost, Will the Bright Church declare war on this?" Hill asked.

"Sixty percent chance, yes," Monroe said.

"Can you increase the probability?" Hill asked.

"Sacrifice to Teresa, let Teresa uphold the establishment of a direct declaration of war." Monroe said.

"Tsk...are you willing?" Hill looked at Monroe.

"I just put forward a possibility, I personally do not support, because Teresa has more uses." Monroe said.

"Ah, the answer is not leaking." Hill couldn't help but smile, "Well, I know this in my mind. Then we continue with what we didn't finish just now."

"What?" Monroe didn't react for a moment.

Hill grabbed Monroe by the collar and kissed him, with a low voice: "Even the gloves are taken off, so take off more."

Monroe pressed the back of Hill's head with his hand and kissed deeper: "...It's been a long time."

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