Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

Norsk Peninsula, Hell Peaks.

This place is blown by the Chaos Wind from the north all year round, and various Chaos beliefs emerge in an endless stream. Countless warbands and Norscans live on this desperate peninsula, and it has become a classic monster spawning point for various gods.

Because although this place is covered with ice and snow, it can still support a small population. As the loser of the continental struggle, the Norscans are always in this ice and snow, and they can't see any hope of going to Kislev or even the Empire. Their lives can only rely on the mercy of the Chaos Gods and their grace.

Only those Norscan warriors who are rewarded by the Chaos Gods can have powerful power to lead them to survive in this chaotic and painful world. But more often, the Chaos Gods do not give any grace, but more intense pain and despair. Only at this time will the Norscans' beliefs and desires become more pious, and act for the gods' whims and anger.

They have never had a choice, and they have no right to choose at all. The outside world regards them as the source of disaster, and even if they have some considerations, they have no way to negotiate with others.

The Norscans can leave as mercenaries and individuals, but as a whole, a large country, or a tribal alliance, they will never be accepted by the countries of order and civilization. They can only continue to survive in the ice and snow in this desperate world until they are destroyed one day.

But now, in the past few months, the Norscans suddenly feel a little nervous.

First of all, the players.

Those deceived players did not break down in a short time under the invasion of the Doomsday War Gangs as imagined by all parties, and even established effective protection and systems. Some brave caravans also began to run to this place to do business in exchange for the specialties here.

These brave players relied on their immortality and the ability to quickly mark and call countless people even if they really died, and began to carry out small-scale counter-attacks in the entire border of Hell.

Although the players' strength was just so-so, they could not withstand their strong ships and powerful guns.

When the rune warships purchased from the Negators were located on the river, one fortress after another was providing artillery support. A round of 48 heavy artillery shells were thrown on the battlefield as if they were free of charge. The shells with the mark of destruction would either kill or injure anyone who got stuck, and even the grace of God would be torn to pieces.

This kind of thing was too difficult for the demons to accept, and the demons chose to retreat. Naturally, those real Chaos war gangs could not have any particularly good endings. Each of them eventually chose the final ending. A large number of wastelands polluted by the wind of chaos were recaptured, and then placed with simplified versions of the psychic spires produced by the Negators. One after another, small fortresses built by players were dotted on the plains to monitor the surrounding land.

Although the individual strength of the players was really vulnerable, and each demon could kill more than a hundred players in combat, but their technology did not require individual strength.

The guns, ammunition, and warships sold by the Negative Stars are all hard currency shining with golden brilliance. The players are like magic, and they don't know where they got a large number of things, and then they will inexplicably stuff them all to the Negative Stars, and then the Negative Stars will give them a lot of strategic props.

The enthusiastic and fearless players will use these weapons to make desperate attacks again and again that even the demons feel terrified. Anyway, the players will not really die, and the demons will be deprived of their original weird immortality. Isn't it the time to take revenge for grievances and revenge for hatreds? The anger that the players have endured for half a year has finally been released recently, and they have repelled four Chaos warbands and regained their foothold.

The name of the player's country is the First Republic, which was established at the edge of civilization north of Kislev. Hope City officially announced that it has become the first country established by players, and hopes that all players can support their cause.

Of course, this is definitely not good news for the Norse people. Because the Norsemen know very well that the players are not children, let alone good people that can be accepted by others.

These soulless monsters hold deep grudges and often think about their wealth and power.

For example, the various furs and ivory they get from hunting are not available to ordinary people, and the Norsemen don't care, but the players have been coveting them for a long time. If a republic is really established, then according to the nature of the players, it is very likely that they will not bring a penny, no supplies, and will starve to death and then revive to rob the Norsemen all the way.

It's really against the sky, and the Norsemen think it's outrageous. They have always been poor and lived in the ice and snow all day. As a result, one day they were actually thought about by a group of poorer and more desperate people.

If you are not against the sky, what are you? And there is really nothing to fight the Norsemen against the players. The opposite is a group of mentally ill and crazy people. Unless you choose to eat human flesh directly, you will get nothing.

Many of the props in the players' hands are also specially used by negative stars. If you believe in chaos, they will explode when touched, which is as uncomfortable as eating shit.

And the problem is not just because of the threat from Hope City in the east. There is also a huge threat in the west of the Norscan Peninsula. The Golden City created by the Negative Stars has become the most prosperous port in the Old World. This core node of world trade controls the passage between Norsca and the strait of Albion Island. Whether elves or humans, even some ordinary Norscans can live here.

Ordinary Norscans have basically been assimilated by the Negative Stars. These guys with golden runes on their bodies think they are Negative Stars and don’t think they are Norscans at all. They often get together and then point fingers at other Norscans according to their own culture.

This kind of thing has happened more than once in the surrounding areas of Norsca, but what really makes people feel very uneasy and even a little scared is that they have stopped blaming recently.

These Norscans began to gather their forces and cut off the communication between the two sides.

Moreover, the area of ​​the large player guilds on Albion Island has been almost divided up, and it has reached the end of the real purchase. As for why this happened, it was because the swamp monsters and vampire counts could not stand such indiscriminate bombing and endless harassment, and began to pledge allegiance and surrender to the Negative Star in large numbers.

In this case, many plots and areas that players wanted became other people's things. How could that be possible? There are still many plans and plans that require a lot of land, and the island of Albion is worth every inch of land. Can this be accepted?

So it wasn't long before some uneasy signals came from the west coast of the Norsca Peninsula.

Players drove their ships and began to observe with telescopes, as if they were choosing some land, looking at the villages and fishing villages of Norsca and began to point and draw various maps.

Then there were ships of dark elves and ordinary elves. These teams would not be attacked near Albion Island. Phoenix King Oliven used more than 300 elf heads to prove the determination and perseverance of the Silent King, and the dark elves knew that the sun in the lighthouse could really turn people into jerky.

So the two sides had a certain tacit understanding and began to patrol the east coast of Norsca alternately, constantly recording the direction of Norsca's beacons and magic winds. Even the two elves who were enemies began to stand together and decided to do something. Except for those Norscans whose brains were already filled with muscles, ordinary Norscans have realized the problem.

I am afraid that it will not take long before the lord who hates Chaos like crazy, the Lord of the Negative Stars, will most likely wipe out all Norsca and Chaos beliefs.

And sure enough, it won't be long before almost all the residents of Albion Island and the Norsca coastline can feel a voice coming from the depths of their souls. It was a man's voice, a man's voice that made everyone instinctively realize that he was speaking his native language.

The voice was stuttering clearly, showing a calm but explosive news to all the Norscans on the Norsca Peninsula.

"The signal of the psychic lighthouse is starting to strengthen. The signal of the psychic lighthouse is starting to strengthen. Let me repeat it again. The signal of the psychic lighthouse is starting to strengthen. We will soon expand the signal range of the psychic lighthouse. The ocean beacon will take effect in the waters in front of Marienburg, the waters from Ulthuan to the Temple of Cain, the middle of the Hell Peaks, and the edge of the Slave Islands. We will complete the improvement of the psychic lighthouse signal as soon as possible."

The voice of the Lord of the Negative Stars spread around. This god in reality used his great power to prove the existence of myths.

The psychic torch rose steadily under the fanatical eyes of everyone. The eyes of the Negative Stars in the sky that released golden light to the surroundings seemed to open a small part. The cold and desperate golden light with an unquestionable destructive color shone more fiercely around.

It was very close to the different colors of the sky that had been seen under the influence of the gods of the subspace. Under the power of the Lord of the Negative Stars, the entire sea area turned into a golden color.

The sky was interwoven with golden threads and curtains, beautifully floating in the sky, like a curtain blocking the view outside.

The shamans inside the Norse Peninsula were horrified to find that the moment the curtain fell, they completely lost their connection with the Chaos Gods, and even lost a large part of their ability to cast spells. This terrible god is so tough that people can only cast spells with his permission.

After the sky turned into a brilliant golden color, the voice of the Lord of the Negative Stars did not subside at all, but continued to sound in everyone's ears calmly, announcing the fate of the Norse Peninsula.

"And we will emphasize that we do not intend to engage in any war or hegemony. We only intend to annihilate all chaotic forces. We hope that everyone in this world can live a beautiful and confident life. Instead of relying on the deformities born from those chaotic monsters to survive."

"If the Norse people wish, we will give all Norse local residents the right to become Negative Stars. For all Norse people who refuse to become Negative Stars, we will act according to the situation."

"If they simply don't want to become negative stars, we will allow them to live a normal life and give them thirteen gold coins or bulk goods of the same value as gifts that affect their lives. If they are identified as Chaos believers, we will kill them without mercy! No matter what level of Chaos believers they are, whether you just say it casually or really bless them, as long as they are Chaos believers, we will kill them!"

The violent psychic shock almost caused an explosion in everyone's head. Everyone who listened realized the strong anger and will contained in this man's voice.

He firmly believed that his path was correct, and he also firmly believed that his choice would never be wrong. The will conveyed by this voice is the final words and the final judgment. The place where the Norsca Peninsula is immersed in the psychic lighthouse is where Leon's will can reach.

"Let me repeat, we always maintain a zero-tolerance attitude towards Chaos believers, and our attitude towards Chaos believers is to kill them all! There can be no traces of Chaos monsters left in this world, and this world must never let Chaos spread again! We will eradicate a cancer in this world, so that everyone, all civilized worlds will be free from the interference of Chaos!"

"We will launch an offensive in Antarctica and pay attention to the defensive movements of the Arctic to ensure that the Chaos Gods have no way to support the Norsca Peninsula. We will swear that we will deal with these abscesses in the real universe!"

"As for some individuals who have become Chaos believers but want to surrender, we will treat them more generously. In addition to thirteen gold coins, we will also give a time of The pioneering tourism activities of the month will cleanse all the Chaos marks and distortions on you and give you a new meaning of life. "

"Ulfric, the former Norscan and now the military director of the Negative Stars, can also prove this. All the above statements and results will be confirmed and implemented by Leon, the Lord of the Negative Stars. Please don't worry about any problems! "

"How to surrender: Just raise your palm and shout from the bottom of your heart that I want to serve the Lord of the Negative Stars, and you can surrender within the influence range of the psychic torch. And the Norscans outside the range of the psychic torch need to raise their palms or white flags to express their obedience before they can be tested by our special personnel. "

After the angry words, the next is as warm as the spring breeze, and the gentle voice that soothes people's hearts.

Just now, it was as tyrannical as thunder and awe-inspiring, but the following words made many Norscans calm down. After all, many people just really have no choice in life, so they can become believers of chaos. But now there are choices, who really wants to become the plaything of the deformed gods?

Who would really like to survive in this kind of ice and snow? Who would really want to live a life of hunger and fullness? Hunting in this ice and snow, their culture and customs are forced, who really likes this kind of life?

If they are really so satisfied, why would they go out to rob? Isn't robbery tiring? But now they can become the superior people just by talking, they are really tempted.

Listening to the almost divine voice dissipating in their ears, some Norscans are still hesitant.

But seeing the player fleet and the ships of the dark elves and ordinary elves in the distance, rushing over like wild dogs after hearing the signal, the Norscans also understood what was going on.

Obviously, these people already knew that Norsca would deal with it long ago. They obviously failed in the competition for infrastructure and construction on Orbion Island, and they were not qualified to go to the Arctic to build a more core area. Then the remaining road is the Norsca Peninsula, right?

And it is obvious that the team of negative stars cannot stop here forever. After all, the Norsca Peninsula next door is really a place where everyone believes in chaos, and they will definitely attack sooner or later. Compared with the Norscans, the Negative Stars are more powerful than the Negative Stars. In this case, in the long run, will the Negative Stars really show leniency to the Chaos believers on the Norsca Peninsula?

So the answer is almost written on his face. After the second impact, everyone believed that the next big move would definitely be an attack on the Norsca Peninsula, so they had already prepared for exploration and selection in advance.

As long as they took the opportunity to kill all those blind Norscans, wouldn’t the remaining large areas be theirs?

And looking at the various enemies like wolves and tigers, the Norscans who often contacted the Golden Country on the coastal border had already made preparations, raised their hands one after another, and shouted out their desire to become Negative Stars without any psychological grudges.

Then, under the disappointed eyes of everyone, the Lord of the Negative Stars really responded. These Norscans who shouted for evolution were soon branded one by one under the light of the psychic lighthouse. Some with Chaos Marks sat there naturally, chatting calmly, and blinked at the angry hunters.

"Hey, are you still waiting here to trick us? We have long wanted to become Negative Stars, but Lord Leon doesn't want to for the time being.

In fact, we have long been Negative Stars."

"..."

The west coast of the Norse Peninsula fell at almost the speed of light, leaving only the completely inexplicable warband of the Hell Peaks, and the Norse tribes in the west felt extremely absurd about this.

"... What's going on?"

The warband leader looked at the psychic beacon shining outside with a bewildered expression.