Chapter 484 Disease and the Declining Heart

The population of the North Wind Province did not wait until autumn, and before spring was over, they began to lack food.

The impact of last year's orc war began this year. In the weather without food, even the serfs had no strength to farm.

To be precise, people began to starve to death in the warmest time.

At first, the nobles did not care about this matter. They were still immersed in speculation and discussion about Ryan. The North Brave Guild and the master of Frostmourne gave the nobles a big shock.

The time when the nobles reacted was the tenth day after people began to starve to death.

A large number of dead people will bring a large number of diseases, and some nobles suffered.

In the Baron Becker territory, soldiers with sackcloth on their faces and wrapped their noses in three layers. They looked at the middle of the road with sharp eyes. The slaves with ugly faces pushed carts to the wilderness canyon, and the carts were piled with corpses.

The corpse had been dead for a while, and the dirt and maggots were exposed in the cracks of the corpse, so that the surrounding soldiers could not help but take two steps back, and then scolded the slaves to hurry away from here.

"Damn it, take these sick corpses away!"

The knight cursed loudly, and the slaves lowered their heads and walked faster, but this still did not make the knight's attitude much better.

Because Baron Becker was sick and could not get up. The originally lively Baron visited the collection of another noble master a few days ago. On the day he came back, he made three maids scream. A certain dragon valor potion from the North Chamber of Commerce was well received by the nobles.

But the accident came so quickly. A maid was sick and brought it to the noble master.

So, he got sick.

The Baron's illness was a big deal for the entire territory. In addition, he was in a coma for several days before slowly waking up, and the whole territory was in panic.

After more than a dozen people died, the butler finally found the source.

"Eat corpses?"

This news made the cruel butler cold all over and then sick.

The butler's illness was caused by fear. After that, the matter was handed over to the knights and soldiers who represented the armed forces.

Under the high-intensity suppression, the truth surfaced.

"There was not enough food. The slaves ate everything they could eat for the whole winter. The arrival of spring made the slaves who were working even hungrier."

"Some slaves set their sights on those corpses."

At first, they ate the corpses of orcs.

Because the knights were keen on fighting against orcs recently, the orcs they killed were used by the knights to judge their own combat effectiveness, the gap between them and the eight knights, and the gap between them and the noble lord holding Frostmourne.

They measured themselves because there was a rumor that if they could match the noble holding the ice-blue long sword, the knights would be qualified to create their own noble surnames.

The knights killed the orcs, but the slaves dealt with the orc corpses. The slaves were hungry for a winter and ate things that were not for human consumption.

Orcs are also beasts...right? They thought that hunger makes people lose their minds.

Then, the first batch of dead people began to appear. Most of these dead people starved to death because they could not accept eating strange things.

Maybe it was human nature, or maybe it was because the meat of orcs carried a barbaric factor.

In short, the children among the dead people also became food.

This is still not the final point of the birth of trouble.

The source is that human immunity has weakened in this process.

They began to be infected with diseases because of food, environment, and rotting corpses.

Gradually, the disease began to spread.

Until the noble lords were also harmed by this, the vicious army began to take over all government affairs.

Starved to death, died of disease, and was killed. Perhaps this land had been cursed and could not be at peace. The North Wind Province, which ended several years of chaotic war, ushered in a new disaster.

In the entire North Wind Province, more than 80% of the noble territories, all found similar disasters.

Hunger is killing people, diseases are killing people, soldiers' weapons are killing people, and even this land has shown great malice towards humans.

The vitality of the food is not enough. Simply put, only 15 out of 10 seeds may survive or even less.

"This will be a disaster year."

"The punishment of the gods for us."

Some old and experienced nobles panicked and spread the ancient experience and began to pray to the gods.

Fortunately, they still had the rationality of blood. These nobles did not pray to the Lord of Dawn, but prayed to the God of Light.

The nobles often have only one solution to this kind of thing.

That is to kill.

Kill all the sick people, kill all those who are suspected of being sick, and the survivors will have enough food and a sufficiently open environment.

By the next year, all these disasters will end because of the small number of people.

This is the ancient solution of the nobles. It cannot be said how good it is, but it is indeed the most perfect solution under the current circumstances.

Solve the population and solve the disaster.

Kill a group of people and use death to sacrifice the great existence, and get the forgiveness of the gods.

So, this credit will also fall on the heads of the gods.

For a time, a wave of killing swept across the entire North Wind Province. The knights began to swing their swords towards humans. In just less than half a month, the methods used by the violent organizations demonstrated the cruelty at the world class level.

For the safety of the nobles, the knights would rather kill ten by mistake than let one go.

And according to past experience, this process will last for half a year to a year, and it will not be stable until winter.

In Ryan's view, the significance of this time node is the reason why the germs brought by the temperature rise in summer and the difficulty of spreading germs in winter.

He tried to stop it, but it was useless. Ryan's voice did not spread for long, and the killing of the nobles had already begun the most cruel stage.

And Ryan had no good way. He could not let the nobles pay for extraordinary potions to save people, nor could he let the nobles focus on the health and safety and food supply issues in their own territories.

This all involves wealth and cognition.

First of all, the nobles will not use a large amount of wealth that can cause their own bankruptcy to save people. Secondly, even if the nobles have this ability, they will never think that the lives of mud legs are comparable to the wealth in the hands of the nobles.

The value created by slaves is limited. The price of a slave in the slave market is very cheap. They can use the method of purchase when they lack population. The cost-effectiveness of such a method exceeds saving people too much.

When facing the orcs, the nobles were afraid of death, which led to their concerted efforts to fight against the enemies in the north, because the orcs would not show mercy just because they saw the nobles.

For the same reason, the nobles were also afraid of the disaster of disease. When there were priests of the Dawn Church, death caused by disease was a common thing, just like the probability of infant death is greater than the probability of a person dying of old age.

They were afraid, so they tried every means.

Ryan could not do anything, but he did not do nothing.

A cavalry of 300 people left the frozen land and appeared in the land of the North Wind Province.

"Burn all the bodies and all the clothes worn by the bodies!"

The duration of the disease is often not due to the survival time of the virus. Under such high-intensity killing by the nobles, those infected people have long been killed by the long swords of the soldiers.

The duration of the disease is often due to greed, or the helpless choice of the lower population.

They need clothes, but they don't know who to rob, and they don't know where to get linen from. The clothes on the dead are one of the few opportunities for these people to buy for free.

Let alone slaves, even those civilians who have gained some freedom and human rights will not give up the opportunity to strip clothes from the dead.

Many times, diseases are revived and passed down under this opportunity.

The dark cavalry exudes a sharp majesty. Compared with last year, this year's stag army gives people a thick and powerful solidity than ever before.

Especially after fighting with the dragon, everyone is more or less stained with the blood of the dragon and the spirit and spirit formed after the confrontation with the top hunters.

These non-substantial forces bring terrible psychological pressure to people.

Even the knights in Baron Becker's territory couldn't help feeling the depression in their hearts and dared not refute the orders of these knights.

"I used to follow them on the battlefield to charge the orcs. Why did they become so terrible? Is this the extraordinary army in the hands of Lord Baron Ryan?"

The knights' breathing was heavy. The scene of 300 knights silently reining in their horses but making the whole world dare not breathe loudly shocked them too much.

This is a hundred times more attractive to knights than those dirty women.

"This is Lord Ryan's order. All corpses, all clothes, and even houses, are burned."

"If you want to get rid of the disease, you have no choice."

The leading Michaela grasped the hilt of the long sword. He came with Ryan's will and did not allow these noble soldiers to bargain.

In fact, Michaela hoped that these people would resist, so that he could use a more direct way to execute Ryan's will, and then return to the frozen land and return to Nidhogg faster. He hoped to face those terrible dragons again.

Unfortunately, seeing this terrifying cavalry army, the baron's knights had no more ideas. As the sky was gray and smoky due to the fire, Michaela also led the army away.

"The flames given by light can dispel the damn disease!"

No mistake, one song, one post, one content, one book, one bar, one 6, one 9!

As he entered more noble territories, Michaela's methods also changed slightly, and he began to pull the tiger skin of the God of Light.

"Baron Ryan had received the oracle of light, so he had the miracle of light that His Majesty the Emperor also needed. He knew that the light emitted by the blazing flame could dispel the plague!"

"The Stag implements Ryan's will, and anyone who resists will be regarded as the enemy of the Stag."

Michaela waved the knight's sword in his hand, and the terrible power directly split the tree in two.

Such a powerful force is not available to more than 90% of the nobles in the entire North Wind Province.

And with such remarks, some nobles were not so repulsive and began to use fire to burn everything related to the disease.

"That's why I sent Michaela."

"Baron Becker is sick, and the people of the Baron's family are nervous and leaderless. The knight can execute Michaela's orders because he is strong enough."

"But facing the nobles, you can't suppress them with force, but more political means are needed to solve them. Those ignorant nobles don't care about the threats of a knight captain."

"They only accept the pleasure of compromise."

In the frozen land, Ryan received the news from afar and said to Brand with a smile.

The latter nodded and responded:

"You are right to send him."

Ryan fell silent, shook his head after a long time, and said:

"What kind of world is this? I actually think that the arrival of this disease is extremely beneficial to me."

"You say, is this right?"

"At least 20% of the population of the North Wind Province will die under this disease."

"Even you know? This disease is actually a legacy of war."

"We solved the war of blood and fire, but war is not like this."

Ryan thought so, he thought that he was still a kind lord before.

But now it seems to be a little cruel, everything is aligned with interests.

Is it the change brought by dragon blood? It must be, he has bathed in a lot of dragon blood recently.

"Damn dragon."

On the side, the great wizard McKen looked at Ryan with a strange expression.

"As a noble, as a lord, as the king of this territory, you are more indecisive than I have ever seen before."

Master McKen said this. As an old man, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle looking for prey of the same color as snow in the sky.

"I have more things to consider than before."

Ryan explained this way.

"No, you were too young before."

Master McKen shook his head and refuted Ryan's reason.

"You were too young before, and the ambition of young people is terrible, and they never think they will fail, especially nobles. As the non-eldest son of the earl, you have not received a complete aristocratic education."

Not only in this life, but also in the last life, he was just an ordinary person, Ryan thought, aristocratic education and so on, are insulated from him.

"As you know more about the world, you begin to deny your original ambitions. Like everyone's growth path, your ambitions are no longer so broad."

Master McKen looked at Ryan with old eyes and told him that magicians are the same.

"Every magician begins by stepping into the ranks of great beings. A magician apprentice can feel that he can become a god, but a legendary magician will only realize that the gap between himself and the gods is like that between an ant and the sun."

"You are the same as a magician, but you are a noble."

Master McKen said this, and finally said one sentence.

"It seems that you have suffered some blows recently."

This is true, but the blow did not come from the outside, but from Ryan himself.

To be precise, it was the power of the Dragon Emperor's blessing that made Ryan's soul thoughts soar and spread, allowing him to think about countless information in a short period of time.

Most of these pheromones have stagnated with the inactivity of the soul, but they subconsciously affect Ryan.

For example, he began to gradually realize his current strength and gap, especially the gap with those great beings.

For example, Ryan felt that he was a little unable to move forward.

Other nobles in the North Wind Province were eager to integrate into the noble circle of the southern land. Ryan had never expressed such a desire, but it did not mean that it did not exist. He also wanted to bring his own power into the most prosperous civilization center of mankind in the south.

But he could never cross the Wing Canyon.

He was already strong enough and had been in this world for quite a long time, but he was still in the North Wind Province, and he had not even gained absolute power over this land.

He did think more, including the political affairs of the frozen land, the plan of the Northern Wall, the degree of compromise and enticement of the nobles, and how much support the two kingdoms could bring him.

These were all things he had to think about, and similarly, these things began to suppress his ambitions.

"Is there any way to solve it?"

"This is your heart, and even the will of the gods is difficult to change."

Archmage McKen shook his head, and Ryan fell into thought.

"So you think my heart is not pure enough?"

"Lost the original vigor?"

Ryan thought about it, then opened the plane door and headed for Nidhogg.

"The whole problem should not be difficult to solve."

"I'll just eat another dragon heart."

Ryan said this, feeling the power and usefulness of the dragon heart.

"Great, I have the conditions."

The dragon opponents killed by the Frost Dragon Areris will not devour their hearts like the Frost Giants.

"Perfect dragon heart."

Not long after, Ryan received a broken heart brought back by the army. It was even beating. The bright red heart exuded rich energy and terrible aura. It was better than the previous dragon heart fragments and was about one-third of the complete dragon heart.