"Chase, chase them all, I want to skin this little bastard alive." The wretched man rolled over and screamed. He felt liquid flowing down, which must be a broken egg. Even if he was cured by magic, it would probably leave a psychological shadow in the future. "Boss, we can't catch up. We didn't bring our horses." A subordinate argued in a matter-of-fact way. Two legs chasing four legs, isn't this forcing people? "Chase them even if you can't catch up, otherwise why should I keep you?" The wretched man at this moment could no longer reason. Helplessly, the men could only pretend to chase for a hundred meters, and then came back with their heads drooping. As for Gavin and the others, they had already run away and disappeared. At this time, the wretched man had recovered somewhat, and said viciously: "He dared to act wildly with us after coming to our territory. This kid is tired of living. Inform all brothers to pay attention to all the city gates. If that kid dares to show up again, he must be captured for me. I will personally pay a bounty of ten." "Okay." The originally weak men suddenly became energetic when they heard that there was a bounty. When he kicked out, Gavin knew that he could not enter Dalaoma this time, and he was not going to enter. Dalaoma is too chaotic now, and all kinds of bull-headed ghosts may appear. Even if a caravan invites him, he dare not join. Who knows if the other party is a serious caravan? Or is it a slave trader like the wretched man just now. Looking at other things, Gavin thinks that it may not be accurate, but looking at slave traders, he definitely does not need a second look.
The merchant ship mentioned by the other party may exist, but the goods sold are not what normal people think, but people like him who are deceived. Gavin decided to follow the trade route from Dalaoma to Tyselburg to see if he could meet a suitable caravan. Even if he couldn't join, it would be a good idea to stay far behind. Gavin went all the way from the south gate to the north gate. The situation he saw along the way made him sure that Dalaoma was now a powder keg that could explode at any time. Local tyrants like the wretched man were not isolated cases, but everywhere, oppressing those isolated and kind foreigners, while the authorities of Dalaoma ignored them. All the refugees were holding back a fire in their stomachs. Now they dared to be angry but dared not speak. When someone dared to stand up for them and speak for them appeared, their holding back fire would turn into a prairie fire and burst out. Gavin knew that such a woman was about to arrive. I really want to see what the fire looks like when it burns, Gavin thought with regret. It's a pity that his time is really tight, and he can't predict when the fire will burn, so he can only imagine it in his mind. What Gavin didn't know was that the letter he left for that woman also ignited a fire in that woman's heart. When the two fires collided, they would collide with earth-shaking flames, and very quickly. It was almost there. Gavin had just arrived at Tysselburg when the news of the change of the owner of Dalauma City came. The current acting city lord was named Zalanda Star Rhineton. Hearing this news, Gavin couldn't believe his ears. Gavin was not very clear about when Zalanda became the lord of Dalauma in his previous life. At that time, he was still struggling on the survival line, but one thing was clear, that is, it was definitely not now, at least not this year. In the process of Zalanda's capture of Dalauma, Gavin heard at least three versions in the morning, each one more mysterious than the other. The first version was that Zalanda led an army of more than 10,000 people and drove directly to the city of Dalauma. The lord of Dalauma was so scared that he opened the city gate on the spot and surrendered. As a person who knows everything, Gavin didn't even finish listening to this version. He could name how many soldiers and generals Zalanda had now. If he counted the refugees he collected along the way, it was estimated that there would not be tens of thousands. The second version was that Zalanda was a natural king with a dazzling halo. Wherever he went, everyone surrendered automatically, even the citizens of Dalaoma City. The more Gavin listened to this version, the more he felt that the protagonist in it was not Zalanda he knew, but God Jesus, who had the halo of surrendering prisoners. The last version, which Gavin thought was the most reliable, was that Zalanda gave an inspiring speech outside Dalaoma City, which won the recognition of everyone present. Amid the cheers of countless people, Zalanda was welcomed into Dalaoma. No matter how these versions change, one thing is certain, Zalanda captured Dalaoma without bloodshed, but less than half a day after she entered the city, blood flowed like a river and heads were chopped off. It is said that the heads she cut off with her own hands were enough to pull two large carriages.
This bloody method not only did not reduce her popularity in Dalaoma, but on the contrary won her more and higher voices. Many people respected her as the fair Zalanda. On the first day she became the acting city lord, she issued several inspiring decrees one after another. She will provide shelter for all those who go to Dalaoma. She will organize an army to intercept and eliminate the monster army from the marching mountains and protect the safety of the territory around Dalaoma. She invites all people with a sense of responsibility and justice to join this sacred defense war. She will ensure that after victory, everyone will be given due rewards, regardless of his race, regardless of his origin, and regardless of his past. In Gavin's eyes, the first two decrees can only be said to be well-behaved, which is the responsibility of a city lord. But the last decree is a bit extraordinary. It is basically a war mobilization order, and it is a war mobilization order that breaks the tradition of Tessel. Tessel is a country that attaches great importance to bloodline. Even if you have made great contributions, if you do not have noble bloodline, then some rewards cannot be given to you, among which land ranks first. Another problem, here comes again. Without land, at most you are a knight, and you cannot become a noble. The only way to become a noble is to marry with the original nobles. This is equivalent to strangling all promotion channels and firmly holding them in the hands of those old nobles. Although Zalanda did not say it clearly in the decree, it has given enough hints, which will attract countless people. Even in Tessel Castle, more than 200 kilometers away, there are countless young people who are ready to go to Dalaoma together to do a big job. If they can't get land, it's also good to get a large bounty. This decree was either given by a political veteran behind the scenes, or because Zalanda had grown up and could fully attract people to go there without immediately offending the old noble families of Tessel, leaving a lot of room for easing the situation. In order to prevent Zalanda from setting such a precedent, the old noble families might take the initiative to show goodwill to her. In any case, Zalanda has now made a good start. Next, she will sweep across the entire eastern part of Tessel at the speed of a tornado, bringing earth-shaking changes there. At this time, Gavin had already found a suitable caravan in Tesselburg and set off for the north. The reason why it was so smooth was that it was thanks to Zalanda.
