0p0 Chapter 355 Branch
Chapter 355 Branch
The gray wind blows over the dark green mountains, and the unique leaves of the coniferous forest undulate, like endless waves pressing heavily on people's ears and souls, and the sound of wheels hitting the track slowly moves from far to near , like a boat breaking through the waves, even the vibration and shaking felt on the wagon skin make people feel somewhat similar.
The wind blew the newspaper in Braland's hand. He squinted his eyes to read the headlines above, "Kanlar Public Trial Meeting Held, 13 Tribal Leaders Sentenced", "Chaotic Scene, Tribal Leaders and Tribal People Confrontation Scolding", he turned over a version, "Ass decides the head, the interests of the upper and lower classes inevitably conflict", "The Practice of Production and Teaming in Different Regions", he turned over another version, "Three Murders, A Tribal Woman's "Life Choice", ... everything, it's all Kanlar's shit.
"Captain," a brat popped out from below, "show me the ones behind, okay?"
Braland flipped back, turned to the entertainment section, glanced at the beginning of the new series, and said, "No way. Just wait for me."
The hairy boy rolled back downstairs in disappointment, and Braland read the novels and comics with relish.
What happened in that small place in Kanlar, Boss said enough at the report meeting, although one of the people he selected had some problems, but even the magician could not guarantee that everything was under control, let alone the future From the point of view of people like Braland, the killing before the sorcerer's rule should not be considered a crime, let alone the killing with a reason, under resistance, and after being betrayed?The brutal abuse suffered by the wolf girl will resonate with many people, especially women.
Their pain was like dust, but the sorcerer came to this world, and his students came to Kanlar. They needed an entry point to disintegrate the tribe, and they found them.
Speaking of which, she is really a smart person. She sent herself to the public trial stand. It is not only her who is being judged, and the focus of the trial is not even on her, but those who persecuted her, everything that made her persecuted, everything will come naturally Well, if the cadres present couldn't let the matter develop in this direction, they should smash themselves to death under the public trial stage on the spot.
Braland threw down the newspapers he had finished reading, and the young boys caught them in a hurry, and each of them shared one, and exchanged after reading, their excited laughter fell into the wind, and their discussion of the plot of the novel The voice said, "That girl was really captured by the noble master?" "She interfered with the master's good business, that's for sure." "Even if she was caught, she still tried her best to throw shit on the master's head, she really worked hard " "Her lover went to rescue her." "That's for sure!" "How can he save her, she will be dragged to death by the master's horse in two days... Huh?" "What?" Girl? This is interesting..."
Braland rolled over on the linoleum-covered steel.
Speaking of which, many of the stories, characters, and novel outlines published in the "Knowledge News" were all appointed by the magician.
The small freight train slowly passed through the mountains. After adding coal and a locomotive, it climbed up a gentle slope. The trees that blocked the view receded step by step. Moving in the wind, occasionally revealing a line of blue sky, the tail of the train was finally arched to the top of the slope, and the mixed breath of the ocean and forest rushed in. Braland took a deep breath, sat up, and looked at the black bay at the end of his sight.
The train drove through a large harvested field, and the lingering heat of the sunset dyed the skyline. Their destination was a small town that had only been built for a year. Behind the tall vaulted warehouses were matchbox-like dormitories. On the main road, there were people coming off work from the port area one after another. Behind them, in the direction of the sun entering the sea, a small but loud voice came with the wind, and several young men who jumped off the wagon turned their heads to look.
That is the breath of the sea.
"Work!" The other companions greeted them.
Twenty of them came with a train of supplies, and a shift was transferred from the station. It was still dark when all the supplies were put into the warehouse. A group of people walked into the cafeteria hungry and found the For their dinner, those who lifted the lid of the pot lifted the lid, and those who took the bowls and chopsticks took the bowls and chopsticks.
"Wow, what kind of fish is this?"
"It looks kind of disgusting..."
"It's edible anyway."
"I don't like to eat bones. There shouldn't be many thorns, right?"
"There are not many sea fish."
After a dinner that was neither good nor bad, the temporary dormitory with warm lights opened its doors to them. Although the prefab houses were simple, the infrastructure was complete. The young people ran to choose a room after being stared at by Braland. , but after choosing the room, they became excited instead. A few boys came over and asked Braland to let them play cards. Braland thought about it and let them go.
After seeing off the clerk who visited after dinner, and patrolling the corridor, Braland returned to the room, closed the door, wrote a few work diaries, then closed the notebook, threw it on the bed, pulled the quilt to his chest, and closed the book. Eye.
Braland was woken up by the sound of the reception - footsteps, conversations, the clash of wood, ceramics and metal - the last sound made him suddenly open his eyes, and habitually stretched his hand under the pillow, holding Hold the hilt of the dagger.After a while he relaxed, got up lazily, adjusted his appearance in front of the mirror in the room, and then went out, kicking the young people out of bed door by door.It was still gray when they went out for breakfast, and the wind could be heard clearly even in the cafeteria.
When heading to the port area, the wind tugged at their hair like annoying children, and the salty and fishy smell of the sea filled their breath. Several people were concerned about this, and one of the persons in charge of the port area warmly welcomed them. The young man was taken to get to know the site, and Braland and the person in charge named Archie walked in another direction.
"There will be two ships coming back today."
"How many people will there be this time?" Braland asked.
"About [-]." Archie said, "If they return early, we can settle them down before six o'clock in the evening. If the boat is not going very smoothly, we may have to work overtime until late at night."
"You must be very short-handed," Braland said.
"No," Archie said frankly. "It's just porters and reception staff. We can manage by ourselves. Things on the ground are always easier. Things on the ship are a bit troublesome."
"Isn't it a little trouble getting off the ship?" Braland said.
Archie breathed out, "Of course." He looked at Braland.
Braland smiled at him, "I need help, right?"
Archie pondered for a while, "Although I know that the sorcerer has agreed, I still have to ask, have you really decided to leave the tribe and enter the system, or is it in the direction of deep water?"
"I grew up on the coast," Braland said. "What else is there for the Horde?"
"I thought..." Archie said, "I took it for granted. There are many tribal leaders in other places who are very reluctant to part with their previous status and are not very adaptable to the new production method. You are different."
"I'm not better," Braland said, "I just want more."
The sea breeze is cold, and the iron-gray sea water hits the concrete dam, stirring up white waves. In the distant wind, there are seabirds hovering. Human beings handle fish at a fixed place every day, and various food residues attract them. Young people Already in the distance, they looked like a flock of lively gray fluffy birds under the hanger, and there were only the two of them nearby for the time being. Archie took out his bag from his trouser pocket, and the two men stood at the unloading area. Half of the salt and pepper jerky was eaten, and we chatted while eating.
"People who don't have a bright idea can only stay in their hometown and look at the machine," Archie said. "Which man...who doesn't want to do something after getting so much?"
"Only those who have been taught by a sorcerer can do this," Braland said. "I remember when you were still in the saltworks..."
"An unremarkable little worker," said Archie.
"You survivors aren't exactly humble," Braland said. "I just remember everybody thought you were a good job."
"Ha." Archie laughed.
"At the beginning, you didn't do well here. No matter what job you do, the beginning is always the hardest," Braland said. 'Cause violent conflict'."
Archie laughed, "It's not a violent conflict if there are no dead people. And we don't understand. For a change, people from your tribe wear strange and good clothes, bring a lot of scary things, and do something that we don't like." You understand, and then our way of making money for generations will be compared to scum by you..."
"Death is not considered a violent conflict." Braland also laughed, "Before it belongs to him, we have our own way of conflict."
When the magician was just an "ally" and Sahel and Sahir called each other "brothers", human beings had human order, werewolves had their principles, and different tribes spoke differently to outsiders. The rules, although the orcs are indeed rough compared to the magicians, but the method is only useful, no matter whether it is new or old-the saltworks defender from Sahir and the unconvinced members of Sahir have been in and out for several times, until The magician brought them new benefits, and the two sides were temporarily appeased.
Back then, they thought it was worth paying a hand or a leg for a pair of rubber boots.
"Back then..." Archie sighed.
"At that time," said Braland, "who would have thought that the Horde would be wiped out?"
"It's just the form of the tribe that's gone," Archie said. "People are moving forward."
Braland murmured, "I used to think..."
"What?" Archie asked.
Braland shook his head.
Although he was sure that he was going to take that step, and he and this bereaved family member were considered comrades, some things were not suitable for him to say, not because of guarding or other concerns, but simply because they were not suitable, those thoughts were like a tribe that was overthrown Like a mud house, it is so old that it can only be returned to dust.
Braland thought he could already understand most of the Warlock's intentions, but—but sometimes, he occasionally imagined—if the Warlock hadn't done such a thorough study of them a few years ago, even three years ago, Before the control... If the magician is willing to "compromise" with Sahir, and Sahir can give Scar Nightmare enough support, what will happen?Even if there is no current transportation foundation, under the call of force and high-yield food, werewolves equipped with new weapons can engulf a large number of troops. Even if it is only a quarter of the current productivity, it will not take three days to break through Lacerda. At that time, Scar Nightmare—no, the sorcerer, in the name of the emperor, will bring the entire population of the Orc Empire under his control. In that case, will they be able to complete a more magnificent cause at a faster speed?It is true that their current achievements have surpassed imagination, but if you look at the foundation, you will find that even though so much hard and meticulous work has been done, the population supporting this industrial production system is still less than [-].
This number is not rare anywhere else, but for a magician, when the number of people reaches the million level, his grand plan will really start...
So why not take the fastest route?
Scar Nightmare said, "I thought so too, I hate dawdling. But—"
He bit his pen and said, "Time always proves him right in this kind of thing."
For soldiers, what they rely on most in battle is not weapons, but their own bodies, even if they are disabled or sick.For the "Sorcerer", people are his weapons.
His language is their language, his words are their words, his purpose is their vision, they are his hands, his feet, his eyes and his tongue—
The two men chatted about other things, shrunk by the sea breeze, and the young man whose excitement had cooled down returned here. Archie and Braland each looked down at their watches, and then looked at the distant sea level again.
In the initial field of vision, there were only endless surges, and then black smoke floated from the end of the rugged waves, and the smoke dissipated in the wind. In the blink of an eye, the compass tower jumped onto the peak like the shadow of a mast, a huge white The shadow rises from the other side of the water, rides the wind and waves, and walks slowly.
When the giant ship entered the port, the steep snow-capped hull slowly turned and leaned towards the shore. The crew on the deck waved flags, and the young people on the shore made various exclamations, although they had more or less participated in everything from port construction to ship outfitting. Some of them have also seen the grand occasion of the first voyage of the ship, but their age and experience still make it difficult to regard these scenes as ordinary life.
The water waves beat against the brand-new hull, and strange faces crowded behind the high portholes. They looked nervously, excitedly, blankly, and anxiously at the broad port area and the small town behind the port area. The long gangway stretches down from the deck to the floating platform, and a series of small flat-bed trains come along the track, waiting not far away. The first batch of passengers showed their heads on the side of the ship, and then carefully grabbed the handrail, With their luggage, they moved down level by level.
Even standing on solid hardened ground, most of them still looked dazed.The port personnel who already had a lot of experience went up to them with their new assistants, exchanged a few words with this group of passengers in a concise and powerful foreign language, and then took them on the small train. It is quite long, and the small train has no special seats. These passengers carried or carried their own bags, and staggered away in the wind. Occasionally, some people fell off the edge, and they could squeeze in a few steps. go up.
There were only six small trains that were transferred to carry passengers, a maximum of fifty such passengers could be carried at a time, and the number of people disembarking from the boat was almost endless, and almost all of them joined in guiding and maintaining order. Braland never A small train backed away, glanced at the sky, and when he was estimating the number of people in his heart, he spotted Archie walking towards the floating platform out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head and followed.
At least half of the passengers who disembarked were children. They watched the two men going upstream, Archie's overalls and Braland's straight wolf ears. They quickly shrank to the other side of the gangway. They say hello: "Hey, Archie—"
"How many more?" Archie asked.
"Only one left!" said the man, looking to Braland, who smiled at him.
In the gradually silent cabin, a young man in shabby clothes picked up the parchment and blew it hard a few times, pressed the writing with his thumb, rubbed the ink marks, and then hurriedly rolled it up and stuffed it into the bottom layer of the package , the little man guarding the door glanced back at him, and lowered his voice: "Are you... alright?" The young man nodded absently. Several people stood up, and before going out, the young man looked back at the porthole again.
This window faces the sea, the sea is boundless, and there is almost no shadow of the land. In just ten days, this feisty ship has traveled an unknown number of miles, and its homeland has been left behind. far away.
He turned to the front again, and what he was going to was a frightening future, good or bad.
The attendants hugged him in the middle, made the same expressions and gestures as those rough and poor people, and merged into the flow of people in the corridor.
Braland, who was talking with the black-haired captain, tilted his head and looked at the last group of passengers who rushed onto the deck. The captain followed him and heard him say softly, "Some guys don't smell right."
Braland looked at the captain whose expression remained unchanged, "Often?"
"Almost every trip has one or two." The captain said, "It's either sent by the Merchant Guild or the Industry Alliance, or listened to by the king and nobles. This time, a little noble probably came."
"Don't kill them?" Braland asked with a smile.
"No need." The captain took out a candy from his pocket and said, "Anyway, they can't kill them all. The more they know, the less they dare to act rashly against us."