Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 36 A message from Bretonnia, in the Broken Lands...

When the shabby ship of the chivalrous expedition returned, everyone in Cologne witnessed the miserable state of the ship.

The ship that once looked like something out of a fairy tale, covered in streamers and colorful flags, was now covered in dirty blood. Inside the lower cabins, there were serfs and knights' retainers who had been nailed to death and skinned.

The pilot who was supposed to give the narration has turned into a madman, and can only tell that an unimaginable horror has appeared in the north, turning their ship into such a bloody and horrible state.

The only relatively sane individual was the leader of the Knights, now the Knight of Vengeance, Joshua.

This once noble and elegant knight burst into tears after waking up, accusing the knights and serfs on his ship of being bewitched and betrayed by a vicious spell, and claiming that the other party had maliciously defiled the Holy Grail in some way.

The Holy Grail that once carried the glory of the goddess now served the enemy, which made all the knights feel ashamed.

Moreover, the divinations of the saints in the lake and the divination association composed of many knights and noble ladies all claimed that they had predicted that an unimaginable evil was spreading over the Broken Land in the north. Even the ladies in the Spring Pavilion were whispering about this news.

In just a few days, calls for a chivalrous expedition had spread throughout the streets of Cologne, demanding that a special expedition fleet be dispatched to make the cursed wizard suffer.

Of course, because the Knight King is leading the main force of his knights to curb the green tide spreading in the badlands, the number of regular knights in the Chivalrous Expedition may not be large.

However, many knights' followers, serfs, some practitioners of special industries, soldiers of the Blade Association and mysterious foreigners have announced that they will join this special chivalrous expedition. For the purity of the Holy Grail of the Goddess, these strangers are willing to sacrifice each other's lives.

Under normal circumstances, the noble knights would definitely feel that this action seemed to have some signs of uneasiness. But now, the trial knights responsible for curbing the environment have followed the main force to curb the green tide.

The remaining troops in the Knight City of Cologne were all reserve knights from some places. All they could do was wait for the call or join the chivalrous expedition.

This kind of thing is absolutely beneficial to these country knights who pursue honor and ideals.

What's more, there are many people secretly fanning the flames.

Not even a native human of this world.

"Hey guys, are you planning on joining the chivalrous expedition?"

The Earth Tavern in Gollonni is a gathering place for players in Bretonnia.

Wandering knight players wearing armor and ordinary players wearing leather or even linen will be treated equally here.

Because this is a very important place for information exchange, the players who act here are all leaders of well-known guilds or even player organizations in external forums.

But now, they were discussing the topic of this chivalrous expedition enthusiastically in the tavern.

Among them, the man who was dressed the most gorgeously and covered in golden armor knocked on the table and said in a muffled voice:

"Of course we have to go, but that's the Northern Chaos Sea of ​​Norsca. If something happens there, will people really die? Some time ago, I even heard that someone died inexplicably in the rain forest and couldn't be resurrected."

"So what? Can the rest of us just stay here as serfs?"

A disheveled player in sackcloth spat and shrugged, looking bored.

"Bretonnia may seem like a good place, but it's impossible to cross the class barrier. Serfs are serfs, knights are knights, and outsiders like us can't even get in. We can only rely on large-scale operations like this."

"But we are not considered natives of Bretonnia, so what's the point of sneaking in?"

"Didn't you read the forum? There's an unlucky guy in Norsca who knows the situation over there. There are real lands and people over there."

"you mean……?"

Many eyes were looking at the male player in linen clothes.

The male player looked around, as if he was about to come up with some great plan. He subconsciously lowered his voice, looked at the players around him, and said slowly:
"With some of our fellow brothers, even if this chivalrous expedition fails, we can still qualify as pioneer knights. By then, at the edge of the frozen sea, we can boast that we have some connection with Bretonnia. This is also a talisman. After all, we players still need to have our own city to feel at ease. But the border of Norsca is too dangerous. With our abilities alone, I'm afraid we can't even withstand a war beast.

And you know how protective Bretonnia is. This is a token of allegiance."

Looking at those players who seemed to have suddenly realized something, this man, who was obviously an agent of a certain first-tier guild player organization, smiled with a very proud look on his face.

"Even if we gather a legion to help them, even if this mission fails, as long as we really contribute manpower and effort, Bretonnia will accept this favor. They will come even if they don't like it."

The man in sackcloth clothes looked at the knights and followers around him who all had good intentions for them, and he helped to make the plan very seriously.

"Lone wolf players can be recognized as Bretonnians, and collective players have claims and knight labels. Even if we fail, there are benefits. And if we succeed, we will also be knight masters.

You might even be able to build a city in Bretonnia. Isn't that much better than Norsca?"

As soon as the Mai Yi player finished speaking, someone followed.

The knight in golden armor touched his helmet and said sullenly:

"Are those knights really that stupid? Oh, yes, it seems that they are indeed that stupid. Otherwise, they wouldn't have directly set out on an expedition to the Broken Land with such fanfare..."

"Right? For us, the loss of manpower and effort is not big, but the rewards are great. Maybe we can even clear our identities. Why not do it?"

"..."

Singing in unison, how about performing crosstalk?

Other low-level union players and leaders of medium-sized unions looked at the two men's performance sideways.

But they didn't have much say. It had already come to this point. The territories were almost divided. The Old World was the only dominant one here. There was nothing to say. They could only watch them posturing.

The knight in golden armor pretended to think and asked tentatively:

"But is what the Norscan player said true?"

"To be honest, I asked a few reincarnated Norse players, and the terrain and people match up."

The Mai Yi player waved his hand and replied decisively.

"Besides, isn't there a legend about a large-scale migration in Norsca? They are heading there. We can then look for players there and ask the Norscans to sell us some fur and bones. We can lower the price and make a lot of money, right?"

"Hey, this still looks like an opportunity to make a lot of money."

"Yeah, that sounds good."

"..."

"..."

Seeing the two people pretending to settle the matter, the other players looked at each other, and no one wanted to be the first to take action.

A yawning young man sighed, propped up his chin and glanced at the two people who were performing the double act.

"What's the name of that Norsca player? Any other authentic ones?"

"Leon. A Norse player with an official refugee certificate. Verified by the forum."

(End of this chapter)