However, in order to prevent internal power and wealth from being diluted as the population increases and eventually splitting up like many ancient families, they have been continuing a very ruthless traditional system.
That is, except for the current head of the family, no one else, including brothers, sisters and their children, are allowed to take away any of the family's existing assets.
They can only serve as senior managers of some businesses or lands, manors, or castles, and obtain corresponding dividends and remuneration by being responsible for the management of these industries.
In addition, direct descendants with inheritance rights can receive an annual pension that is quite considerable in the eyes of ordinary people after birth.
This money will be accumulated from birth and will not be available until the child reaches adulthood (20 years old).
And the person who gets the money can make a choice.
One is to use the money to leave the family and start a business.
You will no longer be allowed to use the family name, nor will you receive any resource support from the family. If you fail, you will not be allowed to come back even if you starve to death.
But the good thing is that if the business is successful, everything you get will belong to you, and you can even use it as a basis to create a new family.
The second option is to use the money to start a business with the support of the family.
Not only can he obtain help from various family channels, connections and a large number of relatives and friends, but he can also retain the noble surname "Salem Quante" which is full of legends in Am.
However, the price is that the industry created can only be controlled while one is alive. Once a person dies, all the industry will become the property of the family.
As for their children, they can only receive a sum of maintenance money every year, and that's all.
By the next generation, there won't even be any maintenance money, and they can only serve as high-level servants such as butlers, managers, personal maids, and guards as direct descendants of the current head of the family.
Therefore, the fight among those who have the right of inheritance in the Salem family for the throne of the head of the family has always been very fierce, and they have used all means possible.
It can even be described as cruel and bloody.
The current head of the family, Selzer, used some unknown method to make his two older brothers who were ahead in the inheritance rights, and a younger brother who threatened his position, all "accidentally" fall off a cliff during a hunting activity, and even their bodies could not be found.
His father, the previous head of the family, also passed away "from excessive grief" soon after this incident.
In a case like this, which is an obvious murder, normally the paladins of the Order of the Burning Heart and the judicial authorities would immediately intervene in the investigation.
But the problem is that the Salem Quante family is too powerful and has always firmly occupied a seat on the six-member council.
They are the legislators and rule makers, and also have the final say over all judicial decisions.
In addition, Selzer did have excellent political skills, and he easily suppressed the whole matter.
Members of his family insisted that this was all an accident and there was no conspiracy involved.
As a result, in the absence of any actual evidence, even the paladins with the strongest sense of justice had no choice but to accept it.
There is no way! After all, the law has always been used to serve politics since its inception.
As for judicial independence, just treat it as a joke.
If you really want to use this as a weapon to challenge the ruling class, I'm afraid you'll die without even ashes left.
Because this struggle for power was so successful, the entire family regarded it as a successful experience to learn from.
Selzer himself is quite proud of himself and occasionally teaches some skills in this regard to his children and grandchildren.
But what he never expected was that his laissez-faire and even encouraging attitude directly led to unimaginable catastrophic consequences.
Vera!
The most daring, craziest and ambitious female member of the younger generation of Salem's Quante family actually dared to collude with outsiders to launch an unprecedented bloody massacre.
After counting the heads hanging on the saddle, Selzer realized that except for the granddaughter in front of him, all his descendants were killed.
This means that whether he agrees or not, Vera will automatically become the only heir to the entire Salem family.
"Congratulations, you have finally achieved your wish and become the only heir of the family. No one can threaten your position anymore."
King Shane VII looked at the crazy woman with admiration and a smile on his face.
“This is all thanks to your help, the great and generous King Shane VII.
Without the help of your mages and the undead, I would not be able to control so many knights, warriors and private soldiers within the family by myself.
I guess if we really have to do it, we can only find a way to kill them all by poisoning them or something like that.
That would greatly weaken the power of the Salem Quante family and cause me to lose my seat on the Council of Six, and it wouldn't be as easy as it is now."
Vera dismounted, walked straight to King Shane VII, knelt on one knee, and kissed the back of his hand and the magic ring on his finger affectionately to express her respect and obedience.
Through this cooperation, she has clearly realized that her family, which seems powerful, wealthy, and even able to dominate Amn, is at best a slightly stronger ant to a true strong man like the Undead Emperor, and is not worth mentioning at all.
The reason why similar things had not happened before was because of the protection of the goddess of wealth Waukeen and her church.
This is also the basis for the existence and continuation of most of the ruling families of Askatla.
However, since the Goddess of Wealth was imprisoned in the Abyss during the turbulent years and lost contact, many families began to try to contact other gods and churches, hoping to gain their protection by changing their beliefs.
The Salem Quante family is one of them.
This is why, after Woking's return, the entire Gold City immediately held a grand celebration.
This is because many families who secretly changed their beliefs were eager to use this method to please the goddess, so that she would ignore and forget her previous betrayal and accept them again.
If it were in the past, the goddess of wealth might have turned a blind eye to such behavior.
After all, it was her own fault that she got into trouble because of her own cleverness, so she couldn't blame anyone else.
But now with two troublemakers, Shane VII and Zuo Si, Woking obviously has a better choice.
As for the Guild of Masked Wizards, although according to the ancient magic contract, the Salem Quante family has strong control over it.
But everyone in Faerun knows that mages are the most selfish group.
It is simply a daydream to expect them to be loyal to a certain person or family for a long time.
So it is sheer wishful thinking to expect these guys to stand up and fight the enemy at the critical moment.
Vera saw through the weak nature of her grandfather and her family, which is why she decisively chose to take action to seize everything that should belong to her.
Looking at the decisive and murderous woman kneeling in front of him, Xia En VII reached out his hand and gently stroked the delicate face of the former, which was stained with blood, and said with a slight sigh: "You are really good, and you have the potential to become a qualified king.
If you were my descendant, I would also consider letting you become the queen and the heir to the Shane Empire.
Because as the supreme ruler, one can be cruel, brutal, and extravagant, but he cannot be weak.
Especially when seizing and protecting power, one must abandon all unnecessary emotions and tell everyone in the quickest and bloodiest way what the consequences of being an enemy of oneself will be.
In the face of power, all family ties, friendships and love must take a back seat.
Only in this way can one be qualified to sit on the throne built of blood and bones."
“You really flatter me.
In fact, the reason why I made up my mind was that I was forced into a dead end.
My dear grandfather wanted to marry me to Tumis and gain the support of a very powerful local family so that I could gain a foothold there and expand trade.
If the plan succeeds, I will permanently lose the surname Salem Quante (a woman must change her surname to her husband's after marriage), as well as my inheritance rights.
Since he doesn't give me the chance to choose, don't blame me for not giving him the chance to choose either.
Anyway, killing each other is the tradition of the Salem family. I just did it more thoroughly. "
While saying this, Vera raised her head and stared at Selzer's bloodshot eyes without hesitation, with a strong provocative tone in her voice.
"Asshole!!! You damn beast!! They are your parents, brothers, sisters and blood relatives! How could you have the heart to do that to them!"
Selzer, whose patience had reached its limit, roared like a madman, and his whole body was shaking and twitching, no one knew whether it was out of anger, excitement or sadness.
Especially those heads with expressions of fear and despair, which constantly stimulated the most sensitive nerve in his heart like a nightmare.
But Vera sneered and said sarcastically: “You know, my dear grandfather, your reaction now and the tone of your accusation towards me are simply disgusting, as if you are so innocent and clean.
Have you forgotten how you became the head of the family?
Have you forgotten how you taught and encouraged us to fight each other? So the situation today is all caused by the seeds you planted, which then took root, sprouted, and finally blossomed and bore fruit.
After all, there is only one position for the head of the family! You can't expect us to maintain fierce competition and at the same time be united and friendly like members of an ordinary family."
Upon hearing this, Sean VII couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahaha! Well said! Soth once mentioned to me that unless there is an arbitrator who holds absolute power and authority and can guarantee fairness.
Otherwise, all so-called fair competition will eventually develop into vicious competition, and one party may even overturn the table.
Obviously, your grandfather doesn't understand this and still thinks he can always control everything.
Little did he know that from the moment he came to power through murder, he had set a bad example for his descendants.
Okay, enough small talk.
Tell me, have you found that ancient magical contract?"
"Of course! Your Majesty, the great King Shane VII. Here, this is the contract I found in the family treasury. It has a strong magical binding force, and only my grandfather knows how to change the name of the holder."
As she spoke, Vera carefully took out a yellowed and blackened parchment scroll from a box.
This thing obviously looks very old. It doesn't look like something that was made in the last few hundred years. Instead, it looks like an antique dug out from a tomb or underground ruins.
Some carvings that have been worn beyond recognition can still be vaguely seen on the long metal pole.
King Sean VII took it and glanced at it, then immediately asked in a slightly surprised tone, "Where did your family get this scroll?"
"Is there anything special about it?" Vera asked back in an uncertain tone.
It was not difficult to tell from her puzzled eyes that she had no idea where she got this contract scroll that could control the Masked Mage Guild from, nor what its specific use was.
"It's more than special. Using this to constrain a second-rate spellcasting organization like the Masked Mages Guild is simply a huge waste. In addition, do you know what the essence of any contract with strong binding force in this world is?"
There was a strong sense of regret in Sean VII's tone, and the expression on his face was like that of a top chef who was full of resentment when he saw someone wasting rare and precious ingredients with inferior cooking methods.
Vera pondered for a moment and quickly answered, "Is it endorsed by some powerful being or force?"
Xia En VII nodded slightly: "Although it is not completely correct, the general direction is correct.
Simply put, the essence of a magic contract is to use a powerful threat to ensure that both parties to the contract dare not violate it easily, otherwise they will pay a heavy price.
Although some special magic and rituals can achieve similar effects.
But the problem is that magic can be dispelled by many methods, so it is not safe and can only be used against ordinary people who do not understand magic at all.
All contracts that can truly bind individuals who possess knowledge and great power are usually signed in the presence of gods or other divine powers that tend to be lawful.
If one party violates the rules, the witness will punish them.
The most typical and well-known of these is the Devil's Contract.
It is precisely because they have the support of powerful forces of hell behind them, and because Asmodeus has signed corresponding agreements with the gods and many planes, that the devils can make their contracts widely applicable throughout the universe.
Even many people think of the devil first when they mention the contract.
But what most people don’t know is that the oldest order force and contract in the universe were not born in hell, but originated from the mechanical realm.
Among them, as the most powerful and ancient existence in the entire plane, the Lord of the Modron and the God of Clockwork, Singularity, would launch expeditions every once in a while. The most successful one almost destroyed the Slaad Lord, Chust, who spread chaos, ensuring that other ordered planes would not be eroded by chaos.
And this contract scroll was signed by him personally.
Anyone who attempts to violate it will face punishment from the ultimate order and laws of the mechanical world.
So now you understand how wasteful it is to use it to control the Guild of Masked Mages?"
moment!
Everyone present who had some knowledge of planes couldn't help but gasp.
Although the Singularity is not as famous as other divine creatures, such as Demon Lords, Devil Dukes and Ancient Evils, it does not seek the faith and worship of any mortals.
But his power is unquestionable.
Moreover, this guy represents the will of the mechanical realm and cannot be truly killed.
Before the death and resurrection of Orcus, one of the three giants of the abyss, he once used the [Mantra of Doom] which he had not yet lost to successfully kill the previous generation of Singularity.
But in less than a minute, the next generation of singularity completed its promotion with the help of the will of the mechanical realm.
This means that if you violate the terms of the contract, you may be hunted down by the endless army from the Mechanical Realm.
Not to mention the Masked Mage Guild.
If the gods did not intervene, even if all the countries and regions of the entire continent of Faerun united, they might not be able to stop a team of mechanical constructs sent by the singularity.
Because the number of this team is likely to be calculated in millions, tens of millions or even hundreds of millions.
"Then...how do we change the content of this contract?" Vera asked cautiously.
"It's simple. Next, we may have to do something cruel to your grandfather, so that he will understand that only by completely giving up unrealistic fantasies, struggles and resistance can he be liberated sooner. Otherwise, I will let him know what it means to be worse off than dead."
As he spoke, Shane VII's face showed the gloominess that is unique to undead creatures, as well as the coldness that does not regard humans as human beings.
The next second...
He raised his hand wrapped in negative energy and pressed it on Selzer's face.
moment!
The latter's body and even soul felt unprecedented pain under the erosion of negative energy, and his throat let out uncontrollably, making creepy howls.
“Aa ...
Even Vera, who had slaughtered her entire family, couldn't help but shiver when she heard the sound.
How many ways of torturing people does a legendary necromancer with a spellcasting level of LV36 have?
In the following time, those present were "fortunate" to witness it with their own eyes.
Shane VII did not even torture the opponent's body, but chose to start directly from the soul.
Before long, Selzer completely collapsed and voluntarily handed over the ownership of the contract, just wanting to die quickly.
But unfortunately, Shane VII did not even meet such a humble request. Instead, he transformed him into a vampire under his control while retaining his original spellcasting level.
After he finished all this, he smiled and said to Vera who was crawling at his feet: "I think you should know what to do next without me teaching you, right?"
"Of course! I will blame my grandfather for tonight's massacre and announce to the public that he transformed himself into the undead and is ambitiously trying to rule the entire Salem family and the entire Amn forever."
Vera had an undisguised smile on her face.
Because she understood that with this excuse, she could not only shift the blame to others, but also join the six-member council with full legitimacy and inherit the seat belonging to the family.
Anyway, it is clear that it is easy for Selzer to transform into a vampire.
Shane VII nodded in satisfaction: "Very good. Remember, from now on, Soth is your master, and also the master of the entire Salem family. The whole meaning of your existence is to serve him, understand?"
"Understood! From now on, Lord Soth is my master, my faith, and the only light in my life. After entering the Six-Man Council, I will gradually disintegrate the power of the other families, and let them either decline or become dogs loyal to Lord Soth."
Vera gave her assurance solemnly.
She knew better than anyone that the political situation in Amn was about to change, and in ways that would be imperceptible to most ordinary people.
As for the family knights, soldiers, mages, warlocks and servants behind him, there is no need to worry too much about leaks.
Not only was he an accomplice with blood on his hands, but he also obtained rich spoils.
In this way, a cruel and bloody power transition was completed silently.
When the news spread a few days later, the entire Askatra and even Amn fell into shock and panic.
The other five members of the six-member council summoned the successor of the Salem Quante family at the first opportunity and had a secret conversation that lasted three hours.
No one knew exactly what was discussed, but the result was that Vera joined the Council of Six as a member.
整件事情也以极快的速度被定性为塞尔泽邪恶阴谋败露，恼羞成怒之下对家族中的反抗者发动了大屠杀。
反正财富女神教会和蒙面法师公会都站出来证明了自己通过预言魔法，的确侦测到塞尔泽本人已经转化成了不死生物吸血鬼的事实。
虽然炙热之心骑士团的圣武士们觉得疑点太多，派出人手想要深入调查。
可很快他们就遭到了塞尔泽本人和大量不死生物的围攻损失惨重。
好不容易才逃回城内把消息上报给了大团长。
这一番操作下来，塞尔泽便彻底背实了黑锅。
而遭到屠杀几近灭族的塞勒姆全特家族，也成为了人们同情的对象。
毕竟在薇拉的描述中，她的父母、兄弟姐妹和侄子、侄女，都是因为不同意祖父想要奴役安姆人民的邪恶计划，最终才惨遭杀害的。
所以无形之中营造了一种充满悲壮的氛围。
尽管有人的对此表示怀疑，但也不敢在没有证据支持的情况下指责一群死者。
就在阿斯卡特拉因为这件事情闹得鸡飞狗跳时，远在另外一个世界的浮空城内，左思正在向自己从地球挖来的顶尖科学家们展示烁油那令人难以置信的能力。
才短短几分钟的功夫，这些黑色的液体就完全侵染了一台刚刚从流水线下来的尸构生物。
不但将其大半个身体完全金属化，而且心脏也被巨大且动力十足的烁油引擎取代，血肉和机械连接在一起的复杂传动体系，更是让这些各行业精英们感到叹为观止。
一位机器人和仿生学专家更是忍不住跳起来高呼“不科学”。
不仅如此！
还有一艘遭到侵染的飞艇，直接从需要人工操作的交通工具变成了可以自动飞行的智能飞行器。
原本的电动机在极短时间内就变成了烁油的形状，作为动力源的储能水晶也被改造成一件可以释放闪电攻击的防御性武器。
气囊内部包裹的一层肌肉更是起到了不错的缓冲与防御效果，哪怕突然遭到猛烈攻击也能撑一阵子。
总之在烁油的面前，地球上通过工业革命建立未来的现代科学技术，仿佛一夜之间都变得没有了任何意义。
因为这些专家们能造出来的东西，甚至仍旧处在概念阶段，烁油都能轻而易举的完美复制，而且往往做的比原版更好。
可烁油能做到的东西，比如说赋予没有灵魂的造物意识和思考能力使其完全智能化，他们却根本做不到。
“该死！这玩意简直摧毁了我对于科学的信仰。”
物理学博士麦卡斯忍不住低声咒骂了一句。
旁边的机械工程师戴维更是苦笑着感叹道：“何止是摧毁了信仰，我觉得自己现在完全就是个毫无价值的废物。
看来对于那些魔法机械的研究跟逆向工程也可以停止了。
有烁油，我们可以轻而易举大批量制造出难以想象的强大武器。
只要有足够的资源，甚至能够直接用飞行器铺满天空，让金属巨兽在大地上肆无忌惮的狂奔。”
“是啊！这玩意实在是太犯规、太离谱了。妈的！我现在真不知道部门里那些研究是否还有什么意义。”
一名佩戴着重型机械研究所标牌的工程师露出了十分痛苦绝望的表情。
那感觉就好像正野心勃勃想要做出一番事业，结果突然被从头到脚浇了一盆冰水。
看着这群专家家们哀嚎遍地的反应，左思不由得用力咳嗽了一声，然后笑着开口说道：“怎么，作为人类精英的你们，就这样被一份小小的烁油击败了吗？
难道你们投身科学的初衷就是为了制造毁灭性的武器，亦或是搞出一些骇世惊俗的发明？
不！ 科学研究的真正目标是探究宇宙的真理，让我们可以更好的理解这个世界，搞清楚存在于现象背后的原理。
更何况你们认为烁油真就是万能的么？
大错特错！
烁油虽然拥有很强的侵染能力和改造能力，但却有一个很大的缺陷，那就是不具备创造力，只会单纯复制、模仿、拼凑。
这也就意味着，如果想让它学会制造飞机、大炮、坦克、太空飞船这样的东西，首先需要有一个基本的样品。
所以我可以明确的告诉诸位，烁油只是一件工具，可以帮助我们解决在材料、结构、动力系统等方面遭遇的困难。
它永远也无法取代拥有理性思维和创造力的你们。
最重要的是，烁油只代表了一种可能性，并不意味着我们未来将要在这条路线上走到黑。
恰恰相反！
我要尽可能的保持文明内部的多样性，不断尝试探索各种各样的可能。
现在，我把不会主动进行侵染、但却拥有最强学习能力的五号烁油交给你们，希望你们能够好好利用，而不是过度的依赖它。”
伴随着这番话脱口而出，在场上一秒还在沮丧抱怨的科学家们，下一秒就陷入了可怕的沉默。
大概三五秒钟之后又猛然间爆发出一阵雷鸣般的掌声。
站在旁边的怀特博士更是两眼放光的激动的大喊道：“索斯阁下，您说的真是太好了。
我们的研究不应该只局限于应用科学，还应该向基础与理论科学投入更多的人力和物力。
唯有如此才能更好的把科学与魔法结合到一起，塑造出一种独特且高度发达的文明。
烁油的确是一件完美的工具，感谢您慷慨的把它送给了我们。
我想用不了多久，浮空城内就会源源不断出现一些很棒的作品。”
“希望如此吧。一会儿我离开的时候要取走几艘大型飞艇，现在浮空场内有足够的库存吗？”左思直截了当的询问道。
“我想问题应该不大。在浮空岛那边一直都停靠着数量相当多的飞艇，它现在已经是我们最重要的交通和运输工具了。”
怀特博士不加思索的给出肯定答复。
虽然他并不负责这一块，可是却能每天看到数不清的飞艇进进出出，甚至还要成立一个专门的交通部门负责调度。
由此可见浮空城的飞艇数量之多已经形成了相当的规模。
“那就好。给，这是五号烁油的样本，麻烦你待会儿把它投入到培养池中。只要投入足够的物质和能量，它就会自己不断的增殖、变多。”
说罢，左思将一份装在特殊容器中的黑色烁油递给对方，自己则头也不回的朝中央高塔二层走去。
没过一会儿功夫，他就看到了正在忙碌的瓦内萨。
这位传奇巫妖明显被玩家们搞得有点焦头烂额，桌子上光是递交上来的各种申请和乱七八糟的提案就有几百份之多。
得亏不死生物不会感到疲劳、也不需要睡觉和休息，否则换成一般人怕是要活生生累到猝死。
当看到左思从门外走进来，瓦内萨立刻扶着额头抱怨道：“魔法女神在上！谢天谢地！索斯阁下，您总算是出现了。不然我都不知道该怎么办才好。”
“嗯？发生什么不可控的意外情况了吗？”左思有些疑惑的问。
“不可控的意外情况？ 不，不，不，您太小看这些玩家们的破坏力了。
事实上，他们已经把那个世界彻底玩坏了。
我都不知道该怎么形容，您还是自己看一眼吧。”
说罢，瓦内萨抬起手通过飞艇和魔晶塔的连接，直接将一幅画面投影到了墙壁上。
瞬间！
一副让左思目瞪口呆的画面出现在眼前。
只见在一片平坦空荡的草原上，两边数十个方阵正在根据鼓点的指挥不断向前挺进，步伐之整齐划一甚至会让人产生这是在操练的错觉。
但实际上，他们不仅在打仗，而且伤亡率高的吓人。
原本应该是身披铠甲、手持弓弩、长剑、长矛之类冷兵器的互殴，此刻已经彻底演变成了近现代排队枪毙的景象。
那些明显是由玩家扮演的军官，声嘶力竭高喊着命令与口号，指挥土著士兵在进入射程后立刻下蹲开火。
伴随着一阵砰砰砰的枪响，以及大片白色的硝烟，几十乃至上百个人的胸前便溅起猩红色的血花倒在地上，发出痛苦且虚弱的惨叫。
但没有人理会这些已经注定没救的炮灰。
所有活着的士兵都在以极快速度擦拭枪管内残留的火药渣滓，然后迅速进行二次填装，继续着这种不是你死就是我亡的残酷杀戮。
在方阵后面，一排用青铜浇铸的火炮一字排开，冲着从两侧杀过来的骑兵进行齐射。
一名倒霉的贵族骑士和他的坐骑在被实心炮弹击中的刹那，连人带马瞬间被撕碎。
毫无疑问，这绝对不是冰与火之歌世界战争该有的样子。
正如瓦内萨说的那样，这个世界彻底被玩坏了。
"What the hell is this? Where did he...where did they get the flintlocks, gunpowder and cannons?" Zuo Si asked with his mouth twitching violently.
You know, it hasn’t been long since he last left!
How come it looks like hundreds of years have passed, and the form of warfare has evolved directly from the Middle Ages to the Napoleonic Wars? Vanessa smiled bitterly and explained, "Since the players discovered that the power of chemistry, especially gunpowder, is not restricted in this world, some of them have begun to try to make some hot weapons.
At first they were just some low-quality incendiary bombs and grenades.
But soon, with the addition of a large number of technically proficient personnel, weapons were rapidly upgraded.
In just over a week, some teams had hundreds of muskets and flintlock rifles.
In particular, Jack and Wu Sheng's team purchased machine tools from the research department at a high price.
Directly at the beginning of the War of the Five Kings, a 3,000-man firearms unit was established, which easily captured several sturdy noble castles.
Seeing this, the other players immediately followed suit.
As a result, firearms quickly spread throughout the world, and even the dukes had to pay high commissions to the players, and even promise them titles and territories.
Otherwise, once they lose the support of the players, they will be quickly defeated by their enemies.
As for gunpowder, players have discovered several saltpeter mines, so there is basically enough ammunition.
Oh, by the way, Lord Stannis was accidentally killed by a stray bullet a week ago because he wanted to forcibly collect firearms from the players.
Currently leading his forces and retainers is his daughter, Shireen Baratheon."
"It was really a stray bullet, or did the players collude with each other to get the other party to help deal with this ungrateful faction leader?"
Zuo Si obviously didn't have much hope for the moral integrity of his players.
When it comes to things like killing camp leaders, they have no psychological burden at all.
Especially those camp leaders who don't give any benefits but want to snatch food from their own mouths.
“Uh—maybe they had a private deal, but I really didn’t have the energy to care about such trivial matters at that time.
Anyway, after Stannis died, his daughter Shireen Baratheon fell into the hands of the players.
Not only did those guys dress this little girl up beautifully and cutely every day, they also launched a counterattack in her name, defeating the coalition forces of the Baratheon family and the Tyrell family under Renly.
However, according to my observation, this should be that the players who defected to the latter wanted to weaken its military strength and power first, and then stand up and turn the tide when the situation is critical, so as to gain its trust and reuse.
In short, players have completely regarded the continent of Westeros as their own playground, harvesting lives and wealth with reckless abandon.
Prince Joffrey, who had just ascended the throne, was castrated that night simply for cursing Nex of the Shadow Guild.
The queen was furious and vowed to make the Shadow Guild pay the price.
As a result, before it even got dark, she was kidnapped from the Red Castle and thrown into a pitch-black basement, where she was raped day and night by dozens of dirty homeless people.
When he was rescued, he was not even conscious.
Since then, Cersei seemed to have a serious mental illness, locking herself in her room every day and not daring to come out..."
When it comes to the players' heinous and terrible behaviors, even though Vanessa has seen many big scenes and is an evil lich herself, she can't help but shake her head.
Too insidious! Too terrifying! Too cruel! He simply couldn't believe that a group of souls who were just ordinary people in another world, after putting on the identities of players, could actually be as despairing as a natural disaster.
If this is the case for bystanders, then it goes without saying that the nobles and commoners of Westeros are even more so.
Especially after the war broke out, the players' power continued to grow like a snowball.
After each small team recruited at least hundreds or thousands of indigenous soldiers, they had completely become a cancer that was difficult to get rid of.
The great nobles had to rely on them to fight against the enemies. Not only did they have to do everything they could to win them over by giving them money, food, land, and titles, but they also had to always endure the backlash from the other side if they suddenly turned against them.
As for the lesser nobles...
Sorry, after friendly negotiations among the players, the petty nobles have been continuously consumed in the war of ever-increasing intensity.
Their castles, lands, wives and daughters have long become the players' spoils of war.
It can be said that if the war continues, the lower-class foundation of the feudal system in Westeros will probably be completely destroyed.
You have to know that the death rate in the era of queue shooting is not comparable to that of the era of cold weapons.
If you look at the war records in European history, you will find that it was common for generals, nobles and even kings to die on the battlefield at that time.
And this scene is now being played out again on the land of the Seven Kingdoms.
But the princes and nobles were not prepared at all, and they did not understand what the firearms that made loud roars on the battlefield meant.
Compared to the situation on the continent of Westeros, the civil war in the free trade city-states across the strait is not much better.
It just changed from a land battle with people lining up to be shot at, to a naval gun battle in the raging sea.
Players working for different city-states used the technology and magic power at hand to create battleships of the sailing age.
The pirates from the Iron Islands originally planned to take advantage of the situation to rob and make a fortune.
But after seeing the sailing warship with three-deck guns that shook the earth when it opened fire, he immediately wanted to turn around and go home to find his mother.
But how could the players give up the experience points that were delivered to their doorsteps and directly join forces to strangle it in the sea.
A small number of them also took advantage of the situation to charge into the Iron Islands, allowing these iron races who were used to robbing others to taste the feeling of being robbed.
Almost all the villages and ports along the coast were looted.
Anyone who dares to resist during this process will be put to death.
The only thing to be thankful for is that the Slave Bay area, which has been completely occupied by players, has finally entered the production and construction mode from the previous plundering mode.
By issuing tasks to guide, they began to build a simple administrative system, commanding the slaves who had lost their masters and didn't know what to do to farm, mine, weave, and fish.
The originally turbulent society gradually calmed down...
(End of this chapter)