Chapter 562: 563 different wars

Chapter 562: 563 different wars

Chapter 562 563. Different wars

This is an era where information is extremely fluid. Even if there is a group of technology developers like Warlocks who transcend the times, their number is too small and their quality varies, so they can hardly play a role on a broad social level.

Lann has been heading south since leaving Arethusa.

He planned to pass vertically through the territory of Verdon and then enter Sintra.

The further south we go, the more restless, fearful and hysterical the air becomes.

This is the feeling that local residents have that escapes from everything they say and do.

Every household is packing their luggage, packing it once a day, and then unpacking it again when they need to use the contents of the packed package, going back and forth.

They were at a loss.

In order to survive, they had to be ready to flee northward at any time. But they are too poor, and they cannot let go of the land they have cultivated locally, the houses they have built, and the property they cannot move.

So he could only continue to work in the local area to earn a day's food, just like a prisoner who had been sentenced to death and was waiting for execution.

Waiting for when the front line of the war really comes over, the knife is put to the throat before running away.

Lan En was in a hurry along the way, which resulted in him barely entering the cities along the way. Naturally, he was unaware of the news that had caused a sensation and panic throughout the northern country

The Massacre of Sintra.

What made him confirm the behavior of the Nilfgaardian army was what he saw with his own eyes.Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

Lan En led Pope and stood on a cliff. In front of him was a river crossing the border between Brugg and Sintra.

He looked past a newly painted fence to the roofs of several houses and the polished pillars of the pier.

The winch creaked.

The ferry made waves and headed straight for the shore. The blunt prow parted the river, pushing aside the dusty grass and leaves on the surface. The rope groaned in the boatman's hands, and the crowd gathered on the shore became commotion. Women yelled, men cursed, children howled, and cows, horses, and lambs brayed.

Huh, you obviously dont know anything.

The young man felt as if he had survived a disaster, as if he had survived after crossing the river.

"This is not an ordinary war. It is not about fighting for inheritance rights or the ownership of a certain piece of land. What we are facing is not a quarrel between two nobles. If that is the case, we have enough experience to deal with these things."

As he spoke, the man who had escaped from the disaster enumerated many of them.

"We will run away and hide when the legion approaches. We will take our precious belongings with us and hide and bury those that cannot be taken away. After they finish fighting, we will go back and continue our lives, and we can even pick up some good things on the battlefield. Goods, make a small fortune. But this time is different. This war is completely different from before!"

As he spoke, his expression became frightened.

The Nilfgaardians will not leave us any more houses where we can go back and live. Just scorched earth and corpses, and they will destroy everything!

"Wait, what's the benefit of destroying everything? The purpose of war is not destruction. There are only two reasons for war: firstly power, secondly money. And the Nilfgaardians don't want anything, they don't want to make money from more people, they don't want Want to rule more people and only want to destroy?"

Lan En was puzzled by this. After listening to the evaluation of Nilfgaard by the Ebin merchant last time, he changed his idea that "Nilfgaard is a bit like the Great Qin".

Beginning to think that Nilfgaard is a bit like an empire that connects colonies and the sun never sets.

But even the serious and indifferent empire, the sun never sets, has never massacred or destroyed colonies on a large scale!

Those are all money! Isn't the war just about money?

But the young man didnt want to say anything more.

"I can't speak to you, sir. You are eloquent and clever, unlike us farmers, but your eloquence cannot change the fact. The fact is: the Nilfgaardians did what I said!"

I should keep running north, and I advise you to go north too, sir.

No, I have to go to Sintra to do some errands.

"But Sintra no longer exists, sir. That's where I came from."

Lan En's body, which was moving his shoulders, suddenly stiffened, and the dark hood turned towards the young man.

"What did you say?"

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