Chapter 500 33. Soul Gathering Coffin
"The demons who landed in the western wilderness have been defeated, and the remaining demons are fleeing to other areas, but they are not in the air. There are garrison troops everywhere. Soon, this land will calm down."
When the threat of demons enveloped the entire world, Stormwind City in the southern border remained calm, as if external affairs could not affect the core area ruled by the Dark Blade Legion at all.
Tyrion, who was leaning on the recliner, was drowsy. The influence of the realm of death on his soul and will was greater than he imagined. He needed a period of cultivation to restore his energy. By his side, Defias The Speaker of the Federal District, an old acquaintance of Tyrion, Mr. Van Cleef, who has completely shown signs of baldness, is sitting on a chair drinking hot tea.
Judging from his hurried posture, he seemed to have just returned from somewhere else.
"The mood of the people in the Western Wilderness is quite stable. They saw the scene of the Dark Blade Legion fighting the demons with their own eyes. From their tone and demeanor, they have a deeper sense of belonging to the Federal District."
A trace of satisfaction flashed across the face of the scheming speaker, and he said softly:
"The Farmers United are urging the council to increase the number of Darkblade soldiers in Westfall, and it seems our people are truly terrified."
"But that is not enough, Van Cleef, my old friend."
Tyrion rubbed his forehead, trying to weaken the voice echoing in his mind, he said:
"Just a temporary crisis is not enough to make our people realize how happy their lives are. The war in northern Xinjiang will soon enter a period of confrontation. I have an idea that we can let our Members of Parliament, as well as representatives of some people, went to northern Xinjiang to take a look."
The voice of the Dark Blade King was low and calm, not at all as impassioned as the great hero who had just saved the world. After killing the great demon that tried to invade the world, he hardly had much rest before entering the daily routine again. at work.
"Official propaganda will always be interpreted as concealing the truth. The people's curiosity about the "truth" cannot be suppressed. They are eager to see the reality under those worlds. Unfortunately, the people only believe their own eyes. Many times, their eyes are blind to the real truth...but that's okay, let our people come out of our shelters and see the cruel world outside..."
"Well, it makes sense."
Speaker Van Cleef, who has grown into a qualified politician, stroked the beard on his chin, and said thoughtfully:
"A sympathy group, or several groups, can send out those congressmen and representatives who are strongly vigilant against the Federation to see the living conditions of the compatriots in northern Xinjiang who have been attacked by demons. After all, they are our compatriots. When the environment is compared with each other, our people will naturally make a choice..."
"Yes, you are all human beings, with the same blood flowing in your veins. You should not be forcibly divided into two camps by differences in civilization systems. If we advertise that the rule of the Federation is more civilized than the Empire, then we should show ourselves The civilized side..."
Tyrion picked up a cigarette casually, he didn't touch these things before, and it's hard for the undead to have the pleasure of smoking, but not long ago, his good friend Zanzil in Stranglethorn Valley sent some "added These small things quickly became the most popular enjoyment within the Dark Blade Legion.
The Dark Blade King lit his own cigarette on the candlestick, and then took a deep breath. He is not an old smoker, so when the spicy gas entered his body, he had a strange feeling of being choked , but with the burning of the cigarette, the weird aroma made his drowsy brain clearer.
"Fu"
Tyrion spit out a mouthful of pale smoke. Undead do not need to breathe, so their smoking method is different from that of humans. They will not be addicted to the addictive nature of tobacco. Instead, what they enjoy is only the smoke contained in the cigarette The spiciness and the feeling of calming the soul.
"In Gilneas, under the protection of your unfaced werewolf brothers, there are nearly 100,000 civilians displaced by the ravages of natural disaster undead. When the war in the northern border calms down, they will be sent back to the southern border. We I hope the federation can absorb these populations as quickly as possible, because after them, the werewolves in Gilneas will also be integrated into the federation system after the complete peace in the northern border."
Tyrion looked at Speaker Van Cleef, and he said:
"I know our people have experienced the feeling of freedom, but I don't want them to have discrimination between races, I can guarantee that those werewolves can control their inner rage, and they will also become an important part of the population of the Federal District in the future Speaking of which, are those plans in the South China Sea still going well?"
"It went well. Those pirates sent back thousands of people one after another. We didn't place those predatory guys in Westfall or Gold Flash Town. We sent them to Red Ridge Mountains, which is the Federal District Where the folk customs are the toughest, the mountain people there will not be polite to these stinky pirates. Under their "education", it may only take a few years for those plundered sea people to become law-abiding people .”
The speaker also lit a human tobacco, and the two of them were puffing and discussing their imagined future of the federation.
"I'm more worried about the demons now. As you said, there will be no large-scale invasions by demons in the later stage, but small-scale infiltrations will spread throughout the world, which means that the Federal District will inevitably be affected."
The speaker flicked the cigarette ash and came up with an immature idea of his own:
"Perhaps, we can relax the restrictions on civilian possession of weapons and let the people protect themselves."
"Well... this idea is very risky, Mr. Speaker."
Tyrion shook his head:
"Even if an untrained adult holds the most advanced continuous-firing cannon in the Black Iron District, it is still difficult to confront a tyrannical demon guard head-on. You have also been on the battlefield, Edwin. Many times, it is the one who decides the outcome." It's not the quality of weapons, but the mind and will of soldiers. From this aspect, civilians are at an extreme disadvantage compared to demons."
"Nor can I hand over highly destructive military weapons to our people who are not yet ready. Therefore, the restrictions on civilian possession of weapons should not be changed for at least the next five years. Medium-caliber shotguns, and The downgraded muskets are the bottom line of civilian weapons, and the dwarf craftsmen in the Black Iron District are currently developing some civilian pistols that are sufficient for self-defense. I believe that these are enough to meet the needs of the people for self-safety."
"If they encounter low-level demons while working, then a few shotguns are enough to be honest. Low-level demons are not as scary as you imagine. Besides, the Federation is not peaceful. During this sensitive period Letting go of the weapon restrictions is too risky, the undead themselves are not afraid of firearms, but you are different."
The Dark Blade King put his cigarette in front of his eyes and looked at it. Between the flickering of the flame, he said:
"However, what you said is also reasonable. The uneasiness in the hearts of the people will eventually turn into the seeds of chaos, and then be abused by some unwilling guys. Since the people have needs, then we should satisfy them... so, in the recent , I will notify the garrison regiments in various places to open the special supply system in wartime."
"If the people feel that they are not safe, they can rent undead infantry from the dark blade military supply offices in various places with identity certificates and certificates issued by the town, and pay a certain amount of money. A family can hold up to 20 undead infantry as guards. The duration is 1 month, and the contract can be renewed when it expires...20 undead infantry, after forming a battle formation, can resist at least twice the attacks of low-level demons or single-digit high-level demons, and win for the people Time to evacuate or wait for support."
"And what if some people want to keep these infantry permanently?"
Chairman Edman Van Cleef made a little joke. He smoked a cigarette, coughed twice, and said with a smile:
"I don't think that after seeing the loyalty and reliability of the undead infantry, those rich people will continue to hire less reliable bodyguards."
"Permanently reserved?"
There was a smile on the corner of Tyrion's mouth, he pondered for a moment, then nodded:
"Yes, you may not be clear, Mr. Speaker, although the undead infantry is the lowest level of the Dark Blade military system, they also have their own weak thinking and reason. As long as the people can rely on themselves and reach a consensus with the undead infantry, we will I don't mind if they keep those reliable guards forever...Of course, for the sake of federal finances, if you want to keep an undead infantryman, you may have to pay a sky-high tax."
"In the final analysis, undead infantry is also a special weapon, and if their consciousness is awakened and they enter the category of low-level knights, then they are much more dangerous than weapons such as continuous firing machine guns."
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After sending away the Speaker who was always in a hurry to walk around the Federation, Tyrion was the only one left in the peaceful mansion.
His wife and children were still on vacation in Draenor, and most of his subordinates were sent to the northern border to fight demons. He should have been there, but unexpected circumstances forced him to take a break.
Fortunately, every lord of the Dark Blade Legion has enough wisdom to deal with the crisis, and is not as passive as the lord of the Scourge Legion, which can somewhat allow Tyrion to rest with peace of mind.
He didn't bring his guards, but put on a set of black casual clothes. In the dusk of the afternoon, he walked slowly on the refurbished church square in Stormwind City. Under the ruling system of Dark Blade, there is no official worship of gods. However, the belief among the people has not received too many prophets. On the edge of the original church square, a simple small church was rebuilt. There are only a few priests there. The most famous one is the former Paladin of the Wild West. sir.
Grian Stallman, the once valiant paladin put down his weapon, took off his battle armor, put on the priest's robe, picked up the sacred scriptures, and began to spread the word on the land ruled by the undead With the belief in the Holy Light, he thought that his actions would be hostile to the undead, but it didn't. On the contrary, at night, some weird death knights would even come to sit in the church for a while.
Of course, these knights did not come to convert to the Holy Light, they just came to this church to reminisce about their past lives.
At the beginning, Pastor Stallman could not accept this kind of scene, but now he is used to it. Today is the day of preaching. In front of the small church, many civilians gathered, and Pastor Stallman was standing next to the assistant. With the help, spread the teachings of the Holy Light to the common people.
Speaking of which, Pastor Stallman's assistant is not an ordinary person. His name is Morgan Moradim. He is a paladin veteran from Nightshade Town. When the Stormwind Kingdom fell a few years ago, he and Chief Stallman "Surrender" together, and now, Priest Moradim has a perfect family. Their family lives in the old town of Stormwind City. A year ago, Priest Moradim had a lovely daughter.
He named her...Lola, this once fierce warrior is no longer mighty, people can often see, at dusk, the smiling priest of Moradim will lead his wife and children in the storm Go fishing in the city port and enjoy your own family happiness.
Tyrion mixed in with the crowd and listened to this not-so-high-level sermon completely. He could feel the sincerity of the crowd around him, but he didn't get angry because of it, or immediately drew his sword to completely destroy the church in front of him.
because there is no need...
The holy light itself is a neutral force without emotion, it will only be filled with a special will because of the carrier of the power, in other words, maybe one day in the future, there will also be paladins in the Dark Blade Legion, those who want to protect the Federation The warriors who voluntarily stood up to fight to protect their homeland, were the Warriors of the Light who followed Tyrion.
To be honest, he was looking forward to that day.
After a while, Tyrion came to the secret room under the church square. He made many decisions here, some of which had a profound impact on the world, and the existence of this secret room is also a secret within the Dark Blade Legion. .
In front of the Dark Blade King, a special wooden coffin made of wood with runes engraved on it was placed in the darkness. Under the opened wooden coffin, there was a dark liquid at the bottom, or The strange gas was floating endlessly.
"Are you really going to do this?"
Valkyr Agatha of Tyrion stood beside the wooden coffin, and there was a hint of worry in her tone:
"You have to understand, Tyrion, this method of enhancing soul power is only theoretical...and Apocalypse, do you really believe in the promise of that magic blade?"
"why not?"
Tyrion took off his clothes, leaving only his close-fitting underwear. He looked at the wooden coffin in front of him. At the end of the wooden coffin, the magic blade that was burning with black fire and undergoing self-upgrade issued a low buzzing sound. The next moment, Tyrion closed his eyes and lay down in the wooden coffin.
"crash"
Agatha hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she stretched out her hand and put the heavy lid on the wooden coffin. The light in front of Tyrion's eyes completely dissipated. In the darkness, his body sank slowly. Into the swaying layer of black mist.