Chapter 287 Justice

It was a lackluster story. Few people knew how Esso, who stood at the pinnacle of the world, embarked on this bumpy road.

Just like not many people know, after the ancient troll empire and before the splendor of the elves, there used to be a thousand years of time, belonging to a country that has disappeared in history - the Republic of Tucker.

Republic? Yes, it was a country composed of fugitive slaves, farmers who lost their arable land, and craftsmen who had nothing. It was a rare country in history without a ruling class.

And the reason why he is not recorded in history, perhaps, is that he belongs to a kingdom of undead and magic.

Esso.f.Milton, a slave does not have a surname. This name was obtained after he gained freedom. Among them, Milton is the surname of the pastor who saved him, and f is a special mark of the Republic, which represents, is "Freed Slaves".

Yes, mighty Aesop the Great, who was born a lowly slave.

"I was born to serve the troll master. When I grow up enough, it will be the ration. My life will be valuable."

Facing the troll race whose personal strength, racial talent, and cultural level are all higher than their own, human beings have become cattle and sheep for feeding. When inheritance and culture are cut off, only three or four generations, intelligent creatures will retreat to the most primitive time.

Even after more than a thousand years, many trolls still retain the disgusting custom of cannibalism, and there is no need to verify the relationship between ogres and trolls.

Slaves, servants, objects, spare rations, this is Esso's predetermined life, since childhood. Esso was indoctrinated with this concept. He also once regarded this as his own existence value. until one day…….

"Don't eat my mother! Damn monster!"

And when the troll master planned to turn his mother into minced meat, perhaps the rebellious spirit in his bones still remained, perhaps it was the most basic mother-protecting instinct of creatures, even though reason and "common sense" told him that "human beings are eaten." "It's a matter of course, being eaten is the fate of the entire human race, and he still acted instinctively.

He picked up the meat cleaver, cut off Master Walker's head with a blow in the back, and sprinkled kerosene on him. Ignite it, turning it into a blazing torch, completely eliminating his regenerative ability.

In an era when an adult troll can kill ten adults at will, this is a great heroic feat, but what greeted him was not the gratitude of his relatives and the reverence of his kind...

"Why did you do that! Why did you kill Master Walker! What do you want us to do? We'll all be killed before we're fattened up,

No, without feed, we will starve to death first! "

If you attack an owner who is abusing a pet, you may be the first to bite you. Instead, these rescued pets themselves have been enslaved for many years and generations. Humans and pets who leave these brains blank are no different.

As a result, Esso, who saved his mother, was disgusted and roared by his own people, and was finally tied to a meat board, ready to be used as a sacrifice to calm the troll master.

but……

"Kill them all, hang them on the square to dry and make fodder!"

Even if the murderer has been killed, how can the slave group who killed the slave owner be forgiven, otherwise, if this trend spreads, the foundation of the entire society will be shaken.

And the vicious slave owner, even before the execution, deliberately let Esso be in the same room with his own people, and maliciously revealed the news that everyone would die because of him, so Esso was the first to hang up the next day At the time of the gallows, he was covered with more than a hundred wounds, and even lost one eye and one foot.

Didn't the slave owner not only encounter resistance? How could domesticated cattle, sheep and pigs resist? They would just shed tears at the butcher's knife, and obediently put it on their necks.

Esso's family didn't protect him? The one who snatched his right eye was the mother he desperately defended, and the one who broke the right hand he used to resist was his father, and his feet were taken as the last meal by the hungry clansmen.

When human beings don't regard themselves as human beings, it's a pity, it's a pity, it's ridiculous, hateful, pitiful...

Before Esuo was finally hung on the rope, he looked at his numb clansmen with his bruised and swollen eyes, but there was no trace of resentment towards his clan or fear of death in his heart. The only thought was:

"It's so pitiful..."

And when the noose continued to tighten, Esso still did not face the fear of death, but there were a few more sympathetic objects.

"So it's not only you who are pitiful, I am also pitiful, no, it should be said that human beings are so pitiful."

Before losing his final consciousness, what he saw was a black flag flying not far away. It was a strange flag with a sickle and a torch, and under the flag were a group of strangely dressed men in black.

"Son, are you okay?"

And when he woke up, he found that he was saved by a group of strangers, who called themselves "Black Will", a group of strange guys.

They told Esso that human beings were not born to be food for trolls. They told Esso that everyone has the responsibility to fight for their own survival. They told Esso that ogres and trolls are not invincible. Yes, they told Esso, not everyone has the courage to fight, they are here for him!

The black-robed people gave young Esso a choice, either continue to stay with their own people, they would find him a relatively safe life in the valley, and the other choice was to join them.

Taking a last look at the family members who were mixed with fear and confusion, how could natural wolves and tigers live in the same room as cattle and sheep, Esso chose the latter without hesitation.

"Fools! We are the ones who are just!"

Afterwards, the black will has become accustomed to using this sentence to deal with the numb compatriots. This seemingly angry roar is full of hope, hoping that the clansmen will finally wake up.

But many times, what they get is a blank return. If they insist on pulling together, it will be a disaster for both parties.

After experiencing countless betrayals, they still choose to shout this slogan, but only those who are willing to stand up are companions. otherwise. It is better to continue to be a sheep and cattle.

And after that. It has been hundreds of years of bloody battles. The slaves have no will to fight. No matter how fat they are, they are still just cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

And even after awakening as tigers and leopards, they still don't have the resources to become strong, they don't have the weapons to fight, and they are in a very difficult situation.

And their opponents are the winners of the jihad. The troll kingdoms spanning the entire continent, the inherited witchcraft, curses, and magic are at the top of the world, and the "black will" only has his own soul and flesh and blood, of course, there is also a change at all costs. All this obsession.

But on the Ashe plane where the soul is the source of power, having soul, flesh and blood, and obsession is enough.

Yes, they have no way of obtaining precious magic knowledge and magic materials, and cannot become mages. There is also no hunting skills passed down from time to time, and hunters and rangers are also impossible. It is very difficult to eat, run, and sleep well. A weak or even malnourished body can hardly become an excellent fighter. The true god of the trolls was the main god at that time, let alone priests and holy warriors who have received divine favor, but there is one profession, but only Soul and flesh are enough.

Yes, that is the necromancer, a villain who plays with soul and flesh and blood. Not many people know that it used to be a profession that represented the hope of the entire human race.

Perhaps it was the whim of the demons, or perhaps a certain death god's secret trick. Part of the knowledge of undead magic from ancient demons fell into the hands of the black will, and quickly spread to all rebels. The black battle flag of the black will Therefore, they were originally serfs holding sickles and torches.

The same is true for Esso, when he became a black warrior who practiced undead magic, he was only twelve years old...

Alliance with the elves, exchange precious magical knowledge from those annoying long ears, split the troll kingdoms, provoke civil wars and divisions among the trolls, use evil blood sacrifices to please non-troll true gods, and give birth to the first batch of dark warriors, Form an alliance with the dragon and become a dragon knight, he walked step by step.

When the epic legend was unfolded, after countless battles, all the companions of the year had turned into bones, and the companions fell one by one, and the dark battle flag finally fell on his shoulders alone.

Esso F. Milanton, the third consul of the Tak Republic, served for 172 years. Yes, when the long race war finally ended, that reckless boy had already turned into an immortal Lich King.

The republic is proud of practicing undead magic. The boundary between life and death has long been broken. Undead magic even extends to civilian technology. In their most prosperous period, they even had three-digit demigod-level undead, and had the power to challenge the gods. , but they shouldn't, they shouldn't have developed the perfect undead conversion technology.

When all the living can be easily transformed into the dead to obtain endless life spans, and when the citizens of the entire United States can only increase but not decrease, reincarnation has obviously been broken, and this has obviously stepped into the taboo of the gods.

Then disaster came, the elves who were the original magic mentor and allies suddenly attacked their capital, and the forbidden curse directly turned it into a huge gap, which is the spectacle whose name has been forgotten "Scar of Betrayal" ".

The republic without the protection of the gods became the public enemy of all races overnight, all the cities were under siege, the dark warriors lost their gods, the dragon clan suddenly left in a weird way, only the necromancers were still able to fight (death knights was not born), the heads of the United States are not inferior to the elves and sages, and they are not incapable of fighting.

But this time, they encountered natural enemies, and the elves and sages made new discoveries. A special golden energy and ringtones can silence the undead directly. Yes, that is the prototype of the Holy Light.

But fortunately, no, perhaps it should be said that unfortunately, a necromancer discovered a way to open the gate of the plane, and successfully linked to the plane with negative energy, which is the first few discovered. A plane of death.

Facing an irresistible enemy, the last blood of the Republic escaped into the plane of death. Facing the high concentration of negative energy that the living could not survive, the perfect undead transformation technology played a role again, and all the living chose to become the dead .

The betrayal of the elves, the betrayal of the dragon clan, the conspiracy of the gods, the undead magic that once represented glory and freedom, and the source of the holy light that played a disgraceful role. When these factors are gathered together, it is not difficult for this period of history to be "forgotten" Understood.

Nostalgia for homeland? Hatred of betrayers? Remembrance of the clan? Or simply unwilling to be forgotten, unwilling to lose the Republic in history for the first time, so Esso did not hesitate to incarnate himself as a bridge for the return of the tribe, but handed over this experience and memory to the younger generation. As the last trace of my own existence, maybe it is also to let the younger generation know the country and justice that have been forgotten.

The endless void gate was opened, and undead poured in like a tide. The undead from the six planes were different in shape and race, but they came from one place, the Tak Republic that had been forgotten for thousands of years.

Today, these Forgotten Ones have returned. They held up their torches and sickle banners, and shouted the same deafening roar.

"Idiots, we are the ones who are just!" (To be continued...)

ps: There is another update today, but it will probably be later. ()