Mount & Blade: Wind of War

A barren land in the eyes of the world, the wilderness of the North.

According to legend, there is no grass growing there, and now it is even more haunted by the evil demons of the lower plane, Purgatory.

Except for the merchants who forget their lives for money and the bankrupt poor farmers who can't survive, almost no one is willing to go there, a life forbidden zone.

Strictly speaking, this universal perception is not wrong, because the wilderness is really such a place for most people.

However, in the central east area of ​​this northern border, there is a solid castle belonging to the human camp, and large tracts of farmland surround it in the center - some people are working in the farmland, and all the idle land is planted with wheat. Clear water flows in the excavated canals, and not far away, a waterwheel on the river is constantly pumping water.

This is of course the Lonely Mountain Castle. Looking down from the sky, there are terraces everywhere. The various buildings in the town are well-organized. The densely packed houses and thousands of buildings are divided into four parts. In the center of the town is a towering cathedral. On the top of the cathedral, there is a shining silver cross.

This is the human race relying on its own strength to open up a place of order in this chaotic land.

However, on this day, many senior officials of the Lonely Mountain Castle gathered together. They held a meeting to discuss, frowning and looking solemn. Obviously, they encountered difficult problems.

Not only these officials, but also the citizens on the street, the church was overcrowded. It was obvious that the atmosphere of tension and fear had filled the entire town.

"We have to come up with a solution."

"But we have tried all the methods that can be tried." In the meeting room, Fatis and Moken said this one after another.

Then, the two fell into a long silence.

A huge purgatory crack appeared in the underground mineral vein area, not only did a large number of lower-dimensional creatures emerge from time to time, but also caused smaller space cracks to appear from time to time in the entire Lonely Mountain Castle, attracting a small number of lower-dimensional creatures to invade.

Because it is completely random and unpredictable, this frequent, small-scale appearance of the demon army has greatly interfered with the normal production and life in the Lonely Mountain Castle.

After all, even the lowest-level purgatory demons have combat power that human farmers can't easily deal with.

Here I need to say that human farmers are the relatively weakest units among all the powerful war races in the next extraordinary era. There is almost no one, that is, the weakest in comprehensive strength.

Unless the lords and commanders who lead them have the characteristics of "popular support" or "business management", it is better not to bring human peasant units to the battlefield, and it is better to leave them in the town as logistics production units.

After all, although the combat power is extremely weak, farmers are the foundation of human power and cannot be lost in large numbers.

There are huge purgatory cracks in the underground mineral vein area. At the same time, the migrating tauren Ironhoof tribe in the north of Lonely Mountain Castle suddenly stopped moving. According to the report of the spies, the Ironhoof tribe was gradually merging into the Sims Royal Court. However, some contradictions occurred in the process. Some of the tauren of the Ironhoof tribe retreated back and clashed with the humans who were expanding to the north.

Many farmers died on the side of Lonely Mountain Castle. At the same time, the relentless army of the Ironhoof tribe pressed on the border, and immediately forced the entire Lonely Mountain into a precarious situation with internal and external troubles.

"If Lord Rhodes was here, how would he deal with it?"

"Yes, if the lord was here!"

Looking at the helpless Moken and Lord Fatis, such thoughts naturally appeared in the minds of other officials in the meeting room.

Because he built the Lonely Mountain Castle, Rhodes' personal prestige in the Lonely Mountain Castle is something that no one can reach, even in the hearts of Moken and Fatis.

When people's hearts are unstable, some people will panic and be anxious, while others will naturally put their pressure on faith.

Many people came to the cathedral. There are two sacred objects in the Lonely Mountain Castle. One is the harvest horn placed in the Heroic Garden, and the other is the silver holy grail placed in the cathedral.

Under the current situation of internal and external troubles, Moken will lead people to the cathedral to pray after each meeting. This is also a very helpless way to maintain morale.

On this day, after the meeting, everyone who could not come up with any proper and effective plan except for the maintenance plan went to the cathedral again under the leadership of Moken.

This behavior was originally just a means for Moken to calm his mind after each meeting, but now it has almost become a routine.

However, today, everything is different.

When Moken entered the church, he found that the atmosphere was abnormal. Although today is Sunday, everyone still whispered in the past, but today, even the youngest children brought by their parents calmed down and immersed themselves in the worship.

Because in the center of the church, under the holy chalice, a young knight in heavy armor and crimson cloak was praying: he was just standing there, and naturally had a calming power, because this man was Rodhart, the lord of the Lonely Mountain Castle, the protector of all humans in the wilderness, and the uncrowned king.

"My Lord!"

Hearing the sound of Moken stumbling over behind him, Rhodes slowly turned around and looked at the old minister in front of him who he had promoted.

Moken was obviously only middle-aged, but he was exhausted and old. The average life expectancy of the people in the wilderness was about fifty years old. Therefore, although Moken was only a little older than Rhodes and Fatis, he looked like an older generation.

"My lord, you are back."

"Moken, thank you for your hard work. I am back. You have really worked hard during this period." Rhodes stepped forward and stretched out his arm to support Moken.

"It's not hard, it's not hard. My lord, Moken is incompetent and failed to manage the foundation you left behind."

"No, you have done a good job. The return of the Iron Hoof Tribe was an accident. As for the Purgatory Crack, it is very likely the cause of the disaster I left behind."

Rhodes knew very well that with Moken's prestige and talent, it would take a lot of effort and energy to manage the Lonely Mountain Castle he left behind to the current level in more than half a year.

As for the things that he still couldn't handle, he really couldn't be blamed. Morken didn't have his own prestige and status, and many times he couldn't make decisions that would affect the future of the entire Lonely Mountain Castle. This was due to the limitations of his status.