The Strangers have taken over their home of White Harbor, and the people who have lost their cities can only migrate, and there are no cities to stop at them along the way, and even if they do, I am afraid that no city has the ability to take them in.

The civilization of the Middle Ages was not only relatively backward and primitive, but also sparsely populated, and often there were no other gathering places within a few hundred miles of a city, and even if there were, it was only a lot of small villages and towns that relied on the vicinity of the city.

Moreover, there are not too many people in the city, with a scale of more than 100,000 people, I am afraid that the entire Westeros continent is the only one that reigns in the political center of this continent.

What's more, the special weather environment of the Ice and Fire World, every time winter comes, it means a great cleansing for the creatures on the continent, so the population of the Seven Kingdoms will disappear in the blizzard even if it does not decrease in the war.

Thankfully, humans are extremely fertile creatures, and despite all the dire conditions, they still make up the majority of Westeros' creatures.

Although there were constant wars between the Seven Kingdoms, and there were frequent burning, killing, and looting, not every noble general would order the slaughter of the city, because the situation in Westeros was different, and the population here was the most valuable resource for every nobleman and country.

Because the number of millions of people is still too small.

Unless there are military forts and fortified castles that belong to the kind of diehards of the enemy side, wars rarely involve the slaughter of innocent civilians.

Therefore, unlike some regions of the present world, although the commoners here are also driven around like pigs and dogs by the nobles, they will not be frightened to leave their hometown when they hear a certain nobleman with a brutal reputation calling.

The first reason is that the wilderness is dangerous, and more importantly, the butcher's knives of the nobles are generally not swung at the commoners.

For them, these untouchables don't bother to look at it. Like Sir Willis Mandalay, in his mind the commoner is his personal property, and although he can slaughter it at will, he will not use it at all.

Because who has ever seen all the chickens killed because the chickens that laid the eggs were disobedient, no, the nobles did not bother to pay attention to the commoners at all. The commoners and the nobility are completely people of two worlds.

So for the lowest class of commoners, no matter which nobleman is the master of the city, their lives will not be affected, they should be harsh or will be harsh, and those who can eat enough can still be fed.

As for burning, killing, looting or something, they have long been accustomed to it, this kind of situation is the same no matter where they flee to, it is also the habitual thinking of thousands of years, anyway, as long as they don't die. Those who are hungry and full will always live, so it doesn't matter who rules them, there is no need to leave.

At most, taxes were increased, and more people starved to death, but even so, those low-class commoners who lived in the Middle Ages and had an extremely tenacious vitality were able to survive because they could not hold on. It's death, and they have no other choice.

The aristocrats are idle and bored, and they do not look for trouble with what they see as the untouchables. Because in the eyes of the nobles, they all lost their own value, and the commoners who lived at the bottom did not care who their king was, or which noble family annexed other families.

The two have maintained a special tacit understanding for a long time.

Therefore, this kind of large migration of the inhabitants of White Harbor is uncommon, not to mention that there has been no war in the north for a long time, except for the war when the old king ascended the throne, and the recent accession of the Lannister family. Even if there is a war, there is no need for a large commercial city-state like White Harbor to migrate.

Every nobleman who occupies it will only do a good job of doing its job, fully exploiting the potential of the commercial city-state and turning it into his own private domain, rather than plundering it like a chicken-and-egg hunt.

So the last time such a large migration procession. I'm afraid it's still a much older time of war, even dating back to the original invasion of the Aliens.

In this world of magic, although it is only the lowest level of the lower demon plane, it is no longer war that brings pain to people, but more terrible creatures, strange ghosts.

Niya is exactly twenty years old this year, and in the Middle Ages, when the average age was less than thirty years old, she was indeed an old man.

Of course, the definition of an old man in this period is completely different from the definition of the present world, but I am afraid that even those who know these things will not be sure whether she is old or not when they see Niya.

For although she was only twenty years old, her appearance was not, her withered hair was a little sparse, scattered behind the same thin scalp, and the shadow of the once finely groomed could be faintly seen, but at this time when her stomach was difficult, she obviously did not pay attention to these things for a long time.

Her body was very thin, almost a hemp rod, but much better than those in the slums of King's Landing, whose bodies had been deformed from prolonged hunger, but slumped forward from hunger and cold, as if she had no strength to fall apart at the slightest touch.

Twenty years old, but looking like the appearance of the present forty or fifty years old, this is the appearance of the ordinary poor in the Middle Ages.

Her body swayed, and she slowly followed the team forward in the cold wind, there were no towns along the way, and there was little to eat.

Not all food can be found in the wild, and most of the things that can satisfy the stomach and hunger are close to the forest, whether it is animals or wild fruits, but all the way south from White Harbor is coastal, and there are not many forests.

They passed through several forests and gathered some food to eat, but no one chose to stay there, the forest was also a very dangerous place, and they were afraid that they would not be able to build a wooden house to protect them from the wind and rain until the snow came.

Niya had experienced a cold winter when she was three or four years old, when she was still young and ignorant, but fortunately White Harbor, which had not encountered war or strange spirits at that time, was a very prosperous commercial city-state, so rich that even civilians could afford to raise a baby in the winter without falling to death or starving to death.

And by the time she could remember, winter was coming to an end.

However, this long winter near the end still left a very deep impression on her...... If that's an impression, it's the only word that can be used to describe it...... It's the corpse.

The ubiquitous corpses have almost turned the streets of White Harbor into a huge open-air cemetery, and under the heavy snow are countless overlapping corpses, long dead. Or they have just froze to death, and the cold weather can sometimes preserve them very well for a long time without causing epidemics.

Sometimes, a casual step can lead to a corpse, and when the snow falls across the corpse's surface. Then everything is covered up.

Of course, there were not so many people dying in White Harbor, most of the people who died here were people from outside White Harbor, that is, from nearby towns, who asked for help from the big city-states after running out of food, but unfortunately the nobles did not care whether they lived or died, and those who were also poor were powerless against them.

In the end, there is only a dead end that awaits them.

Winter is not without food, such as the only food winter, a plant that tastes fairly good, and there are many places where it grows. Forests, in city-states, and sometimes even around human corpses.

This plant has a lot of water, and it is not hungry, and in the words of the present world, it is not nutritious, but fortunately, it tastes good, and you can eat more...... If you can find that many.

At that time, in Nyya's memory, winter life was the only thing that could be eaten every day. It is also a very tasty food.

It's a pity that when the winter ended, she never ate it again. After waiting for another two years, she married a poor man next to her, her current husband, and both of them toiled at the docks in exchange for a little money, and although there was much more food at this time than in winter, Nia still remembered it occasionally. On that cold winter day, her family members in the world gathered together in a dilapidated small house, snuggling up for the winter.

A gust of cold wind blew softly, and immediately blew Nia's thin clothes through her heart, and she couldn't help but shiver. Then he tightened his body and pulled his thoughts out of the past.

Everything in front of them is the most important thing, because if they can't find food, I'm afraid that it won't be long before the two of them have no future at all.

Because of the small population, the nobles of Westeros are more or less related to each other, and although they are more likely to have little choice for the sake of being the right person, the same is true for the commoners.

The world is small, so the scope will not be large, in the nearby city-states, almost everyone will have one or two relatives, Niya has an older brother in Luanhe City.

Of course...... Even if she wanted to take her husband to join her brother, she had to walk to Luanhe City alive first.

In the ranks of the cold wind, people kept falling silently, and although the cold winter had just landed, for the people who fled from White Harbor, hunger was their worst enemy.

Niya hadn't eaten all day, she didn't know when she would be next, when death would be her turn, she could only pray silently in her heart, "O great seven gods...... Please bless me. ”

Death pervaded the team, like a group of living walking corpses, and the howling and hurricane that blew in front of them grew stronger and stronger, and the wind was even strong enough to blow Nyya's thin body up.

The cold wind puffed up her burlap, which was so shabby and tattered that it could barely be called a garment, and clung to her, and the broken hole seemed to have been torn by the hurricane.

Niya and her husband must reach the Twin Cities as soon as possible, or the cold will take their lives when the winter snow falls from the sky.

However, although Niya did not cover her body, there was not even a single person around her who looked at her more, which had a lot to do with her complexion and skeleton-like appearance, because the women around her were like this, but more importantly, in the face of the threat of starvation, anything other than food was obviously not important.

"Look! What is that! ”

"A lot of people ......"

"Who are they?"

"Maybe we can go up and order something to eat......"

Suddenly, Nia heard a commotion in front of her, as did the people around her, and their blank eyes suddenly flashed a little with a little brilliance, and then looked up.

Nia didn't know what was going on, she was already dizzy with hunger, hoping to find food, and preferably the kind she could take advantage of the chaos to pick a few fruits and bring them back.

Because she had seen several people fight because they were lucky enough to see a frozen rabbit, and in the end their fight attracted other people, and even caused an even greater chaos.

Food is hard to find, and it is even more difficult to protect it, so most people eat it immediately, and as for Niya, her only harvest these days is a few bitter berries that have stopped growing and withered and died because of the early onset of winter, found in a grove.

Not knowing what the other side would be, Nia remembered her husband, the male was clearly the superior in the competition, and the night before his husband had brought home an unknown bird carcass, although it was only a lap larger than a slap.

While Nia was thinking wildly, the source of the previous disturbance finally appeared in front of her.

Not far ahead, there was a very large procession, they were slowly walking forward, although they seemed to be the same people as Niya and the others, but they were actually far away.

Although they are also migratory, they have soldiers as protection, there are soldiers in armor in front and behind, they seem to be very good at fighting, and these people are also very good-looking, unlike Niya, who are dressed in thick clothes, obviously prepared, and Niya even saw a large amount of supplies placed in the ranks of soldiers.

It was a prepared team, Niya thought, and it was the only thing she could think of with her knowledge, and as for why these people were going to the north, and what was going on in the south, she didn't think at all, or realized.

The team apparently didn't bother them with their thoughts, or rather...... Not for the time being, and the group of people where Niya was also obviously retreating because the other party had heavily armed soldiers, and unconsciously moved away and separated, so the two teams immediately passed by.

Nya wondered who they were, for she saw that there were many strong and terrible men in the ranks, who were not soldiers or knights, and who looked better than herself, but not much better, in other words, civilians.

But why are they so strong, Niya saw their slightly high backs, their hands drooping in a strange walking posture and a few pale yellow eyes, and her heart was even more strange.

Because she didn't know that fate has always been everywhere, but it is indeed very difficult to really get in touch with it, and sometimes it is very simple and simple...... It just takes a passing pass. (To be continued.) )