Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 42: Blocked Migration
For the entire chaotic Old World, a chivalrous expedition of unprecedented scale may be a big event for local factions, but for the Old World as a whole, it is a small matter that does not shake anything.

Because there is always fighting in this damn place.

Even many scholars have seriously thought about it and think that the population of each group may be refreshed. Otherwise, why can they support wars that have lasted for countless years, and still be vigorous with each other, and even have the time to send various expeditions and colonists to carry out meaningless interference in various places?

But generally speaking, the living conditions of the Norse people can give people an answer. Simply put, the poorer they are, the more children they have, and the more children they have, the poorer they become. If they can't survive, they will pray to God.

Anyway, under the power of gods, it is not a problem for a mother to give birth to a hundred or eighty offspring.

As for the chaos pollution you mentioned, we will talk about it later. In short, we need manpower first to solve everything that comes later.

According to the living standards and cultural status of the Norse people, it can basically explain why all ethnic groups in the world always seem to live in misery and hatred, and yet can also emerge in various populations.

Because the women in those groups are basically either giving birth or on their way to giving birth, and rarely appear outside. Only a few unique groups or groups that have been deeply rooted in the old world and will not have any problems in ordinary wars can allow women to appear alone.

Otherwise, reproduction will always be the top priority of a population, and the poorer the place, the more obvious this desire will be.

Typically, a woman would obey the most powerful warrior and then sleep with him, hoping to leave behind the strongest offspring.

"This should be the fortieth one, including today..."

I don’t know what the migration is like.

Looking at the tired woman sleeping beside him and the traces of dirt in the room, Ulfric scratched his head.

So when Ulfric began to enter the sage time and think about the meaning of life, it was already the seventh day since he entered the Frozen Sea.

During these seven days, in order to maximize the reputation of his great master, he chose some methods that Leon might not like, but were very Norse.

To put it simply, they took the head of the high priest, who had turned into a bird-headed monster and whose head they had chopped off, and hung it on the bow of the ship, and used the relatively simple enchantment method of the Norsemen to require his soul to serve them, otherwise it would be sent to feed Stonehenge.

Under such an effective threat, the high priest chose to obey willingly.

He knew very well how terrifying the power of the most primitive ritual manipulated by that terrible guy was.

That was a ritual array constructed from the most primitive ideas when intelligent life began to have cognition and logic. It was a crazy creation that theoretically could not exist in this world.

Stonehenge did not bring the first prophet, but the most primitive destruction. When intelligent creatures first began to desire, they always pursued the destruction of their enemies, not their own survival. Because they could not even understand the concept of life and death, they sought the most complete destruction.

So the old man got scared and just hung on the Viking longship as a figurehead.

With the help of the power of the Chosen Head of Tzeentch, Ulfric was able to begin visiting the major Norse tribes around the Frozen Sea in a short period of time.

Ulfric's choice was also simple. First, he took a longboat and used the space ability of the old priest's head to rush over directly, and then announced that he came for the great son of the star, Leon, the ruler of the Broken Land, to let them live in a better place.

If the other party knows who he is and wants to live a good life, then it's good for everyone. If that doesn't work, then let's bring up the most primitive duel of the strongest in Norsca.

As long as I become the chief, won’t I be able to order everyone to go there?
Ulfric thought he was a genius.

As for betraying Leon, Ulfric had never thought about it. Even though the bird-headed man was sweet-talking, Ulfric was actually thinking about whether to go back for help or let Leon come and see for himself. As someone who built Stonehenge himself and witnessed many wonders and celestial changes, Ulfric believed that Leon was not a human being.

Especially when Wulfric felt that his head and body seemed to be blessed by the breath of life, this simple Norscan had realized that his master had probably done a lot of things in succession, which benefited him as a younger brother and servant.

Even the scar left by the last duel seemed to have healed completely.

I don't know why it smells a bit.

Maybe it’s because I didn’t take a shower.

Ulfric sniffed, stood up from the bed and began to put on his armor.

The woman lying on the bed was also awakened by the sound. She opened her eyes sleepily and looked at Ulfric in front of her with a dazed look.

"Lord Ulfric, do you still need my services?"

"No need, you can just follow my instructions and go to the Broken Land."

After fastening his belt, Ulfric's voice became stronger.

"I am following the oracle - oh, no, it is the order of our master, to let you live a good life. Now I am your chief, you just follow me."

"But... sir."

Looking at Ulfric, who was dressed neatly and was about to leave, the woman who had had a brief affair with him and was also the daughter of the local chieftain bit her lip, looked at the majestic legendary warrior with her bright eyes, and whispered their troubles.

"We women, as well as the Norse leaders, will not be able to pass through the Siren Sea in the near future."

"……what?"

Ulfric put on his leather armor and was stunned when he heard this.

"What the hell are you talking about? What do you mean there's no way through the Siren Sea?"

"Because in the last few months, unknown monsters have awakened in the Siren Sea and are attacking our ships. Even if we want to go there, we can only move along the coastline. There is no way to get there quickly."

The woman pulled the fur to cover her bruised body, looked at the mighty and majestic man in front of her and said softly:
"As for the coastline, the Chaos Gods have issued an oracle that it is a forbidden place and we are absolutely not allowed to pass through it. There are even their watchtowers and fortresses on the edge of the coastline. For us, it is impossible to pass through those fortresses and checkpoints..."

"Then why didn't I see anything when I came here?"

"Is it possible that the power of Ulfric and the Adventers is too strong, so they dare not show up...?"

Glancing at the inscriptions and marks that kept appearing on Ulfric's body due to his emotions, the pretty-looking woman said softly with a hint of envy in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)