MTL - Bloodline Lord of War-Chapter 1 Pioneering Territory

  Chapter 1 Exploitation

  Welcome to the pioneer

  Robin walks alone on the boundless wasteland.

  This young man looks to be in his early twenties, with resolute and handsome features, short black hair, black eyes, straight eyebrows, and a straight nose.

  He is tall, with broad shoulders, wearing a brown leather armor, with a long sword hanging on his waist, and looks quite heroic.

  The sky is blue, cloudless, as clear as a mirror. In front of him was an endless stretch of barren grassland. The strong and lush weeds were half the height of a person, and they were the most common vegetation on the wasteland. A gust of wind blew by, and the grass in front immediately set off layers of rippling waves.

  This is the pioneering territory, the "Northern Wilderness" in people's mouth, which is the territory of the Redman Empire in name, but in fact, it is a barren and uncivilized land.

   Robin is now going to his territory, a territory he has never been to.

You only need to pay enough gold coins to the national treasury, no matter you are a nobleman, a wealthy businessman, or even a commoner, everyone can get a "Creation Certificate" with the seal of the empire, and then you can go to the wasteland to get a piece of territory of your own .

  Of course, the imperial government will not provide you with any help. Food, population, and troops have to be figured out by yourself.

  Besides, the barbarian aborigines living in the wasteland don't recognize the "exploitation certificate" of the empire. How to defend this territory, you need to find a way by yourself.

  The Pioneering Movement was undoubtedly a big gamble, even losing one's fortune was a good result, but the worst thing was throwing one's life on this barren land.

   But despite this, there are still a lot of people who have tried their best to get the "development permit", and then flocked to the northern wilderness without hesitation. For no other reason than the allure of owning a piece of land of your own.

  In any case, since the "Pioneering Movement", the entire northern wilderness has gradually become lively.

   Not long ago, Robin also honorably became a member of the pioneering movement. But he was lucky. He didn't buy this development certificate with money, but it fell from the sky.

Robin was originally a commoner. He had an uncle who lived far away. He saved some assets by doing business, and spent a lot of money to get a development certificate. As a result, this uncle was poorly blessed. He died of illness just half a year after developing. up.

The uncle had no children, and before he died, he suddenly thought of Robin, his distant nephew, perhaps because he didn't want to give up halfway in his pioneering business, or because he felt sorry for himself, a poor nephew who had no father or mother. Made a will and gave the territory to Robin.

  So in this way, Robin somehow became a baron.

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  Robin held the rein in one hand and the map in the other. After walking for half a day in the vast wilderness, he finally arrived at his territory before dark.

On a hilly highland, there is a two-story black wooden building. Poor houses like this can be seen everywhere in the empire, but in the barbaric wasteland, such a small wooden building is almost the highest level within a hundred miles. civilization building.

   Surrounding the wooden building, there are a bunch of houses scattered on the **** of the hill, with about fifty households. These houses are poor and simple, with four walls built with stones and a layer of hay on the top, which can barely protect them from wind and rain.

  Compared with these stone houses, the wooden building on the top of the hill is simply a castle-level luxury.

  At the bottom of the hill, a meandering river flows like a silver ribbon. The river is about twenty steps wide.

  The water and grass on both sides of the river bank are lush and the land is fertile. Pieces of farmland have been reclaimed, and some villagers are bending over to work in the fields.

  Robin fell in love with this place right away. He couldn't even believe that his uncle had found such a treasured land in the barren wasteland.

  He rode his horse to the outskirts of the village, and saw a wooden sign beside a dirt road stepped by pedestrians, on which was written in the common language of the empire: Rage City.

   Raging waves? Robin turned his head and glanced at the quiet and peaceful river in the distance, and then at the poor and dilapidated small village on the hill.

this one?

  Raging Waves City, neither Raging Waves nor City.

  It seems that uncle has a dark sense of humor, but no matter what, this city of Raging Waves will be Robin's territory from now on.

  This small village is obviously not used to outsiders appearing. Robin rode his horse slowly along the dirt road up the hill, which immediately attracted the attention of the villagers.

  The villagers who were working in the fields raised their heads one after another, and the villagers who were on their way stopped one after another, casting curious or vigilant gazes at Robin.

  Robin quickly discovered that although the village looked poor on the outside, it was not simple on the inside. He walked along the way and found that all his people were highlanders!

The highlanders have a very distinctive feature, that is, they are unusually tall. It is said that they have the blood of giants. Male highlanders are generally two meters tall. Robin is considered tall among the imperial people, but here he is You can only compare your height with women.

  These little giants are considered a fighting nation. They are born to admire the strong and violent. Thanks to their innate physical advantages, it is no problem for a Highlander to single out three or four Imperials.

   But war is not about fighting in groups. The civilization of the imperial people is a blow to the highlanders. Hundreds of highlander tribes were wiped out when the empire began its conquest of the western snowy plateau a hundred years ago.

  Since then, the highlanders have become a member of the multi-ethnic family of the empire. Some tribes continued to stay on the snow-covered plateau, while some tribes migrated into the empire.

   After a little thought, Robin probably guessed how his uncle fooled a group of highlanders into the wilderness.

  In recent years, the empire has gradually declined, with financial tensions, land tensions, royal power and local tensions, and tensions among the great nobles. Anyway, everything is tense. So many bankrupt peasants are willing to follow the little nobles to try their luck in the wasteland. Anyway, they have no money, no rights, no land, and they have nothing to lose if they die.

For the nobles of the empire, the highlanders are by no means ideal outstanding citizens. Apart from eating and sleeping, they are best at fighting and causing trouble. Many nobles even expelled the highlanders from their territories and drove them Rushing to the sites of other nobles like a **** of plague.

Even the army despises the highlanders. Although they are tall and powerful, they have no sense of discipline. They only know how to fight indiscriminately. Sometimes they even break their own formation and stage a siege of friendly troops. .

   All in all, for the imperial people, the highlanders are a group of ignorant barbarians. Although everyone has two eyes and one nose, the imperial people don't regard the highlanders as their own kind.

   Obviously, as a newly promoted nobleman, Robin's uncle doesn't have many opportunities to choose a leader. It's a good result to be able to attract such a highland tribe.

  Although the highlanders have the above shortcomings, Robin is ecstatic because he knows that the blood of these highlanders is not simple, they are all descendants of the ancient iron giants.

  (end of this chapter)