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" fell 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.
The whole incident was quickly characterized as Selzer's evil conspiracy being exposed, and in anger he launched a massacre against the rebels in the family.
Anyway, both the Church of the Goddess of Fortune and the Guild of Masked Mages came forward to prove that they had indeed detected through prophetic magic that Selzer himself had transformed into an undead vampire.
Although the paladins of the Knights of the Burning Heart felt that there were too many suspicious points, they sent people to conduct an in-depth investigation.
But soon they were besieged by Selzer himself and a large number of undead creatures and suffered heavy losses.
He finally managed to escape back to the city and report the news to the commander-in-chief.
After this operation, Selzer was completely blamed.
The Salem Quante family, who were massacred and almost wiped out, also became the object of people's sympathy.
After all, according to Vera's description, her parents, siblings, nephews and nieces were all brutally killed because they disagreed with their grandfather's evil plan to enslave the people of Amn.
Therefore, an atmosphere full of tragedy and grandeur was created invisibly.
Although some people are skeptical, they dare not accuse a group of dead people without supporting evidence.
Just as Askatla was in an uproar over this incident, in a floating city far away in another world, Zuo Si was demonstrating Shuoyou's incredible abilities to the top scientists he had recruited from Earth.
In just a few minutes, the black liquid completely infected a corpse-like creature that had just come off the assembly line.
Not only is most of its body completely metalized, but its heart has also been replaced by a huge and powerful gasoline engine. The complex transmission system connecting flesh and blood with machinery is even more astonishing to these elites from various industries.
A robotics and bionics expert couldn't help but jump up and shout "unscientific".
Not only that!
There was also an infected airship that was transformed directly from a means of transportation requiring manual operation into an intelligent aircraft that could fly automatically.
The original electric motor turned into a sparkling oil shape in a very short time, and the energy storage crystal that served as the power source was also transformed into a defensive weapon that could release lightning attacks.
The layer of muscle wrapped inside the airbag provides a good cushioning and defensive effect, and can hold out for a while even if it is suddenly attacked fiercely.
In short, in the face of Shuoyou, the modern science and technology that the earth used to build its future through the industrial revolution seemed to have become meaningless overnight.
Because what these experts can create, even if it is still in the conceptual stage, Shuoyou can easily and perfectly replicate it, and often do it better than the original.
But what Shuoyou can do, such as giving soulless creatures consciousness and thinking ability to make them fully intelligent, they simply cannot do.
"Damn! This thing just destroyed my faith in science."
Physics PhD McCas couldn't help but curse under his breath.
David, a mechanical engineer standing next to him, sighed with a wry smile, “Not only has my faith been destroyed, I feel like a completely worthless piece of trash now.
It seems that the research and reverse engineering of those magical machines can be stopped.
With oil, we can easily mass-produce unimaginably powerful weapons.
As long as there are enough resources, we can even fill the sky with flying machines and let the giant metal beasts run wildly on the land."
"Yeah! This stuff is really too foul and too outrageous. Damn it! Now I really don't know if the research in the department is still meaningful."
An engineer wearing a Heavy Machinery Research Institute badge showed a very painful and desperate expression.
It feels like you are ambitiously trying to make a career, but suddenly you are poured with a bucket of cold water from head to toe.
Seeing the wailing reactions of these experts, Zuo Si couldn't help but cough hard, then smiled and said: "How come, as the elite of mankind, you were defeated by a small amount of oil?
Is your original intention of engaging in science to create destructive weapons or come up with some shocking inventions?
No! The real goal of scientific research is to explore the truth of the universe, so that we can better understand the world and figure out the principles behind the phenomena.
What's more, do you think Shuo Oil is really omnipotent?
Totally wrong!
Although Shuoyou has strong infection and transformation capabilities, it has a big flaw, which is that it lacks creativity and can only copy, imitate, and piece together.
This means that if you want it to learn to make things like airplanes, cannons, tanks, and spaceships, you first need a basic sample.
So I can tell you clearly that Shuoyou is just a tool that can help us solve the difficulties we encounter in materials, structures, power systems, etc.
It can never replace you who have rational thinking and creativity.
The most important thing is that Shuoyou only represents a possibility and does not mean that we will go down this route to the end in the future.
Quite the opposite!
I want to maintain the diversity within civilization as much as possible and constantly try to explore various possibilities.
Now, I am handing you the No. 5 Spark Oil, which does not actively infect but has the strongest learning ability. I hope you can make good use of it instead of relying too much on it. "
As these words came out, the scientists on the scene, who were still complaining in frustration one second, fell into a terrible silence the next second.
About three or five seconds later, thunderous applause suddenly broke out.
Dr. White, who was standing nearby, shouted excitedly with his eyes shining: "Mr. Soth, what you said is really great.
Our research should not be limited to applied science, but we should also invest more manpower and material resources in basic and theoretical science.
Only in this way can we better combine science and magic to create a unique and highly developed civilization.
Shuo Oil is indeed a perfect tool, thank you for your generosity in giving it to us.
I think it won’t be long before some great works start to appear in the floating city.”
"I hope so. When I leave later, I will take away a few large airships. Is there enough inventory in the floating field now?" Zuo Si asked directly.
"I think it shouldn't be a big problem. There are always a lot of airships docked on the floating island. They are now our most important means of transportation."
Dr. White answered in the affirmative without hesitation.
Although he was not in charge of this area, he could see countless airships coming in and out every day, and even had to set up a special transportation department to be responsible for dispatch.
This shows that the number of airships in the floating city has reached a considerable scale.
"That's good. Here, this is a sample of No. 5 Sparkling Oil. Please put it into the culture tank later. As long as enough substances and energy are put in, it will continue to multiply and grow on its own."
After saying that, Zuo Si handed a portion of black shiny oil in a special container to the other party, and walked towards the second floor of the central tower without looking back.
After a while, he saw Vanessa who was busy.
This legendary lich was obviously a little overwhelmed by the players. There were hundreds of applications and messy proposals submitted on the table.
Fortunately, undead creatures do not feel tired and do not need to sleep or rest, otherwise ordinary people would probably die of exhaustion.
When she saw Zuo Si walking in from the door, Vanessa immediately held her forehead and complained, "Goddess of Magic! Thank God! Lord Soth, you finally showed up. Otherwise, I don't know what to do."
"Huh? Did anything uncontrollable happen?" Zuo Si asked with some confusion.
"Uncontrollable unexpected circumstances? No, no, no, you underestimate the destructive power of these players.
In fact, they have completely ruined that world.
I don’t even know how to describe it, you should just take a look for yourself.”
After saying that, Vanessa raised her hand and projected a picture directly onto the wall through the connection between the airship and the Magic Crystal Tower.
moment!
A scene that left Zuo Si stunned appeared before his eyes.
On a flat and empty grassland, dozens of square formations on both sides were advancing forward according to the command of drum beats. Their steps were so uniform that people would even have the illusion that they were doing a drill.
But in reality, not only were they fighting, but the casualty rate was alarmingly high.
What was supposed to be a fight between soldiers wearing armor and holding cold weapons such as bows, crossbows, swords, and spears has now completely evolved into a modern scene of queueing for execution.
Those officers, who were obviously played by players, shouted orders and slogans at the top of their lungs, directing the native soldiers to crouch down and fire as soon as they came into range.
Accompanied by a burst of gunfire and a large cloud of white smoke, dozens or even hundreds of people fell to the ground with scarlet blood splattered on their chests, screaming in pain and weakness.
But no one paid any attention to these cannon fodders who were doomed to fail.
All the living soldiers were wiping the remaining gunpowder residue in the gun barrels at a very fast speed, and then quickly reloaded them, continuing this brutal killing spree of either you or I.
Behind the phalanx, a row of bronze cannons were lined up, firing volleys at the cavalry coming from both sides.
An unlucky noble knight and his mount were torn to pieces instantly when they were hit by a solid cannonball.
There is no doubt that this is definitely not what the war in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire should look like.
As Vanessa said, this world is completely screwed.
"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)
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