Chapter 1 (2/2)
In my opinion, there were many reasons for this to not happen, and among them the but the biggest one is that the new continent was very wide, and I think it was because there were very few people compared to the size of the new continent.
Looking at the current situation, I know that many literate people are pouring out as many books and lines as the number of literate people. And on top of that, I want to weave a single stream of my humble thoughts. It means that the emperor’s intention to devour this land will fail.
This land, which will be overflowing with sorcerers and evil men, good men and demons, can be said to be a return to the ancient Moorim a thousand years ago, I dare say.
Innumerable beliefs and intentions of each, selfishness, greed, and all martial arts in the world will fight to carry out each other’s will. The sparks and sweat splashing there will become the new life force of the Moorim and will squirm, and will have a tough and hard atmosphere unlike the one the emperor thought. Without imperial oppression, the struggle for each belief will become the reality of the old romance and kindle a spark in their hearts. The fire of Moorim, which has rekindled after a thousand years, cannot be extinguished easily by the power of the emperor and the imperial army across the sea…)
The contents of the back of the book were soaked in blood and could not be read.
“When is this story?”
The man who was crouching and rummaging through the book fluttered it a couple of times without meaning in his hand and threw it to the floor. The book fell on the chest of the corpse that lay looking at the
sky.
Thanks to the large wound there, the rest of the book, which was still intact, was slowly soaked in blood.
“The human country, which was originally about five hundred years old, passed a thousand years is because of the Moorim and Mugong. Why are you looking for romance there?”
The man, who had blown a stinky pint glass at the dead person, immediately lengthened his lip as if grimacing and turned his head away. And he frowned at the reddish sunset light that pierced his eyes. The sun was slanting over the wide plain that drew the elongated horizon, shed the last rays of the day. The soft clouds stretched widely over the plain and were clearly divided into those receiving the setting sun and those that did not, boasting their diversity.
And it was the same with the bodies around the man. The corpses of about seven or eight, including men, women, and the elderly, were lying on their backs with large wounds on their bodies.
The carriage with one of its wheels broken was lying on its back, and it looked as if it had been stolen from the fact that the luggage was cluttered and the carcass of the horse was missing.
The crouched man stood up slowly, looking at the cooling bodies with his eyes as wide as a stray wagon.
His eyes turned to the loose rags around the carriage. The man wondered if there was anything useful, and he searched, but in the end got nothing. But there were still some clothes that a small child could wear.
There are no children among the corpses lying now, so the thieves must have taken them.
They would raise them as thieves like them, or they would sell them at a cheap price.
“…I am so sorry.”
The man who muttered to himself put the hat he was holding in his left hand on his head, spit lightly, and let out a few short whistles. Then his horse, Cao Cao, who was a little far away, approached.
The man, who drew the sword from his waist, climbed into the saddle of his horse with an unstoppable motion, and tapped his horse in the waist with his foot placed in a stirrup. The horse Jojo understood the master’s intentions from the movement, and started running out of the place with a bluish tantrum.
The horse and he ran over the red plain.
A dry wind mixed with sand blew under the man’s clothes and hat, and the saddle swayed as the horse moved leaving behind the corpses that had been dead for less than half a day and ran towards the setting sun.
It was late afternoon in the New World.