It is a lackluster story, and few people know how Esso, who stood at the top of the world, embarked on this bumpy road.

Just as not many people know that after the ancient Troll Empire, before the splendor of the elves, there was a thousand years of time that belonged to a kingdom that had died out in history - the Republic of Tucker.

Republic? Yes, it was a country of fugitive slaves, farmers who had lost their land, craftsmen who had nothing, a country that was rare in history without a ruling class.

And the reason why he is not recorded in history may be that he is a land of the undead and magic.

Esso. F. Mirandon, the slave has no surname, this name was acquired after he was freed, in which Milanton is the surname of the priest who saved him, and F, which is the special symbol of the republic, which represents "the slave who was freed".

Yes, the mighty Esso the Great, who was once born as a lowly slave.

"I was born to serve the troll lord, and when I grow old enough, it's time to become a ration, and my life will be worthwhile."

In the face of the troll race whose personal strength, racial talent, and cultural process are all above their own bodies, human beings have become cattle and sheep to raise, and when the inheritance and culture are cut off, as long as three or four generations, intelligent beings will also retreat from the most primitive time.

Even after more than a thousand years, many trolls still retain the abhorrent custom of cannibalism, and the relationship between ogres and trolls is not at all verified.

Slaves, servants, belongings, spare rations, this is the life that Esso predestined to live, from childhood. Esso was indoctrinated with such a concept. He also used to regard this as his own value. Until one day.......

"Don't eat my mother! Damn monsters! ”

And when the troll master planned to turn his mother into minced meat, maybe the spirit of resistance in his bones remained, or maybe it was the most basic mother-protecting instinct of living beings, even if reason and "common sense" told him that "human beings are eaten" This is a matter of course, and being eaten is the fate of the entire human race, he still acts instinctively.

He picked up the meat chopper, slashed off Master Walker's head with a knife in the back, and sprinkled fire oil on him. ignited, turning it into a flaming torch that completely eliminated his ability to regenerate.

At a time when an adult troll could kill ten adults at will, it was a remarkable heroic feat, but he was not greeted by the gratitude of his loved ones and the reverence of his kind.......

"Why would you do that! Why did you kill Lord Walker! What do you let us do? We're all going to be killed before we get fattened, no, without fodder, we're going to starve to death first! ”

If you attack a pet owner who is abusing it, you will not be the first to bite you. On the contrary, it is the pets themselves that have been rescued because of this, years and generations of slavery education. Humans and pets who make these brains blank are no different.

As a result, Esso, who had saved his mother, was disgusted and roared by his own people, and was finally tied to a meat board, ready to be used as a sacrifice to pacify the troll master.

But......

"Kill them all, hang them in the square and dry them for fodder!"

Even if the murderer has been ambushed, how can the slave group who killed the slave owner be forgiven, otherwise if this kind of culture spreads, the foundation of the whole society will be shaken.

And the vicious slave owner, even before the execution, deliberately let Esso and his own people in the same room, and maliciously revealed the news that everyone would die because of him, so the next day when Esso was the first to be hung on the gallows, he was covered in more than 100 wounds, and also lost one of his eyes and a foot.

Didn't the slave owners only meet with revolt? How can the domesticated cattle, sheep and pigs resist, they will only shed tears at the butcher's knife, and then obediently send it to their necks.

Esso's family didn't protect him? It was his mother who took his right eye, it was his father who broke his right hand to resist, and his foot was used by the hungry people as his last meal.

When human beings themselves don't regard themselves as human beings, it's a pity, it's a pity, it's ridiculous, it's hateful, it's pitiful......

When Esso was finally hung on the rope, he looked at his numb people with his bruised and swollen eyes open, but there was no resentment towards his fellow people and fear of death in his heart, but the only thought was:

"It's pathetic......

And when the noose continued to tighten, Esso still did not face the fear of death, but there were a few more objects of sympathy and pity.

"It turns out that it's not only you who are pitiful, but I am also pitiful, no, I should say that human beings are so pitiful."

Before losing his last consciousness, what caught his eye was the black flag fluttering not far away, which was a strange banner with scythes and torches, and under the flag, there was a group of strangely dressed men in black.

"Kid, it's okay."

And when he wakes up, he finds that he has been saved by a group of strangers who call themselves "Black Will", a group of strange guys.

They sue Esso, humans are not born to be food for trolls, they sue Esso, everyone has the responsibility to fight for their own survival, they sue Esso, ogres and trolls are not invincible, they sue Esso, not everyone has the courage to fight, they are here for him!

The black-robed ones gave young Esso a choice, either to stay with his people, and they would find a relatively safe valley to live in, and the other option was to join them.

Finally, he glanced at his family, who was mixed with fear and dazedness, how could a natural wolf and tiger be in the same room with cattle and sheep, and Esso chose the latter without hesitation.

"Idiot! We are righteous! ”

After that, the black will has become accustomed to using this sentence to deal with the numb clan, and this seemingly angry roar is full of hope, hoping that the clansmen will finally wake up.

But many times, what is obtained is a blank return, and if you insist on pulling together, it will be a disaster for both parties.

And after countless betrayals, they still choose to shout this slogan, but only those who are willing to stand up are their companions. Otherwise. It's better to continue to be cattle and sheep.

And after that. But it was hundreds of years of bloody fighting, and the slaves had no will to fight, no matter how fat they were, they were still just cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

And even after awakening as tigers and leopards, they still do not have the resources to become strong, they have no weapons to fight, and they are in a very difficult situation.

Their opponents are the winners of the holy war. The troll countries across the entire continent, the witchcraft, curses, and magic that have been passed down are all at the top of the world, and the "black will" has only its own soul and flesh, and of course, there is also the obsession to change this qiē at any cost.

But in the Ash plane, where the soul is the source of power, it is enough to have a soul, flesh and blood, and obsession.

Yes, they do not have access to valuable magical knowledge and magical materials to become mages. There are no hunting techniques inherited from the times, and there is no possibility for hunters and rangers. It is difficult to eat, run and sleep well, it is difficult for a poor or even malnourished body to become an excellent warrior, the true god of trolls is the main god at that time, not to mention the priests and holy warriors who have obtained divine graces, but there is a profession, but only soul and flesh are enough.

Yes, that's the necromancer, the villain who plays with soul and flesh, not many people know about it, and that was once a profession that represented the hopes of the entire human race.

Perhaps it was the whim of the demons, or perhaps the private trick of some god of death, part of the knowledge of the necromancy of the ancient demons fell into the hands of the Black Will, and quickly spread to all the rebels, and the black battle banner of the Black Will, hence this, they were at first, just serfs with scythes and torches.

The same goes for Esso, who was only twelve years old when he became a dark knight practicing necromancy......

Alliance with the elven races, exchange precious magical knowledge from those pesky long ears, divide the troll kingdoms, provoke civil wars and divisions of trolls, use evil blood sacrifices to curry favor with non-troll gods, give birth to the first dark warriors, form an alliance with dragons, and become a dragon knight, he came step by step.

When the epic legend was unfolded, after countless battles, all his companions had been reduced to bones, and his companions fell one by one, and the pitch-black battle flag finally fell on his shoulder.

Esso. F. Mirandon, the third consul of the Tucker Republic, served for one hundred and seventy-two years, yes, when the long race war finally ended, that reckless boy had turned into the undead Lich King.

The republic is proud of practicing necromancy, the boundary between life and death has long been broken, necromancy even extends to civilian technology, they even have three-digit demigod-level undead in their heyday, and have the power to challenge the gods, but they shouldn't be, they shouldn't have researched the perfect undead conversion technology.

When all the living can be easily transformed into the dead to gain an endless lifespan, when the citizens of the entire United States are only added to it, it is clear that reincarnation has been broken, and it is clear that the taboo of the gods has been stepped on.

Then the calamity struck, and the elves, who were originally the magicians and allies, suddenly attacked their capital, and the forbidden spell directly turned it into a huge gap, that is, the wonder "Traces of Betrayal", whose name has been forgotten.

The republic without the protection of the gods became the public enemy of all races overnight, all the cities were under siege, the dark warriors lost their gods, the dragons suddenly and strangely left the whole race, only the necromancers were still able to fight (the death knights were not born), and the heads of the United States were not inferior to the elven sages, not without the strength to fight.

But this time, they encounter natural enemies, and the elven sages have made a new discovery, a special golden energy and a bell that can silence the undead, yes, that is the prototype of the Holy Light.

But fortunately, no, perhaps it should be said that unfortunately, there was a necromancer who discovered a way to open the door to the plane, and also successfully linked to the plane with negative energy, that is, the first few planes of death to be discovered.

In the face of an irresistible enemy, the last bone and blood of the Republic fled into the plane of death, and in the face of the high concentration of negative energy that was impossible for the living to survive, the perfect undead transformation technology worked again, and all the living chose to incarnate the dead.

When the betrayal of the elves, the betrayal of the dragons, the conspiracy of the gods, the undead magic that once represented glory and freedom, and the source of the light that played an inglorious role, it is not difficult to understand that this history is "forgotten".

Missing your homeland? Hatred for the betrayer? Remembrance of the clansmen? Or simply unwilling to be forgotten, unwilling to be lost in history, so Esso did not hesitate to incarnate himself as a bridge for the return of his clansmen, but handed over this experience and memory to the younger generations, as the last trace of his own existence, perhaps, also to let the younger generations know the forgotten kingdom and justice.

The endless void gate was opened, and a tidal wave of undead poured in, and the undead of the six planes were different in form and race, but they came from one place, the Tucker Republic, which had been forgotten for thousands of years.

Today, the Forsaken returned, holding aloft their torches and sickles, shouting but still the same deafening roar.

"Fools, we are righteous!" (To be continued......)

PS: There is one more shift today, but it will probably be later.