Holy Warrior Liu Bei

Chapter 1 Liu Bei of Zhuo County? No, Liu Bei of Dagger Beach!

Valley calendar year 1492, trade route.

The holy warrior Liu Bei put down his two swords, looked around, found a place nestled against the mountain and by the water, and then began to dig a pit with a shovel.

He wanted to bury the Tifferins, who had just returned from hell but died tragically on earth.

Meanwhile, Liu Bei's teammate, the halfling warlock Ansel, was skillfully looting the goblins, who were the very culprits behind the deaths of the Tifflins.

He was humming a little tune, seemingly in a good mood, but if you listened closely, you could hear him constantly cursing: "Those damn greens! Not even a few gold coins, I've lost a fortune this time!"

"Is there a hidden treasure chest over there?" After looting the spoils from the filthy goblin, Ansel looked up and saw Liu Bei's busy figure. Excitedly, he went over but only saw a pit in front of him, with no trace of anything hidden.

He immediately said disappointedly, "There's no treasure chest here, what are you doing!"

"The Book of Rites says, 'Flesh and blood return to the earth; it is fate.' I simply cannot bear to see their bodies left to rot in the wilderness."

"You paladins are always like this, sympathizing with this and that!" Seeing that there was no treasure, Ansel took a few steps back in disappointment.

"Ansel, call over the surviving Tifflins and let them pay their last respects to their loved ones."

Ansel hesitated for a moment, "Are paladins so flexible about their bottom line? How about we rest for a bit? I don't have any spell slots available right now, and I'm worried about something going wrong."

Liu Bei was both amused and exasperated: "What are you talking about? I meant that they should collect the bodies and bury them properly, so that at least there would be something to remember them by."

"Oh." Ansel suddenly realized, "You mean the living have to throw the dead in! Explain yourself clearly, I thought you didn't like these devil's children and wanted to kill them all. What about the goblins? Are they going to be moved in too?"

"Just burn it!"

Although Tiftlin has the blood of demons, he is not inherently evil and should not be discriminated against.

But goblins are completely different. Liu Bei tried to persuade the goblins to lay down their weapons, but he eventually discovered that they were evil spirits that lived by plunder and could not be regarded as "humans"!

It was because he witnessed the cruelty of the goblins that Liu Bei suddenly realized that Faerûn was not as peaceful and tranquil as it seemed!

Before he transmigrated, Zhang Jiao had already led a group of Taiping Dao rebels, calling himself the Heavenly General and raising the banner of "The Blue Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise."

Concerned about the fate of the nation, Liu Bei immediately returned to his hometown to prepare to organize a righteous army. Little did he know that a thick fog on his way home would send him to this world.

When he first arrived here, he thought he had returned to Mount Tai.

He studied at Mount Goushi for several years. Although he did not study the classics, he made friends with wealthy young men from all over the country and heard all sorts of strange and wonderful stories. But this was the first time he had ever seen a lizard-headed man covered in scales and armor.

Later I learned that they were a race of reptilians.

Liu Bei, who had mistakenly entered the hunting grounds of the lizardmen, was almost shot dead on the spot by them, but was saved by Lady Mo Wen, the Duke of Dagger Beach, and thus survived.

I am leaving Dagger Beach now to repay Ms. Mo Wen for saving my life.

Not long ago, Emerald Garden received a distress message from Greenwood, saying that it was besieged by a goblin army and that Archdruid Halsin had gone missing, and hoped that Greenwood could send people to assist it.

Distant water cannot quench a nearby fire, so the Emerald Court entrusted the Swordsmen's Guild in the Misty Forest to send people there, but the changes in the Supreme Wasteland disrupted all these arrangements.

Liu Bei volunteered for the mission, hoping to improve the relationship between Dagger Beach and Misty Forest through this action. For Dagger Beach, having one more friend is better than having one more enemy.

Heading south from Dagger Beach along the trade route, the scenery was lush and vibrant, but Liu Bei's personal experience was that this was a world even more chaotic than the Han Dynasty, which was currently suffering from the Yellow Turban Rebellion!

The first to be targeted were the goblins who were robbing people on the road.

Liu Bei originally thought that this goblin was just a strange-looking peculiar race like the halfling Ansel who had set off with him. However, after several conversations, he learned that this was a demonic monster that made a living by plundering!

Born evil, unrepentant, they deserve to die!

It's just a pity how innocent the people here are!

"Thank you for your help!" Harold Savikas, the surviving leader of the Tifflin, stepped forward to express his gratitude. "Without you and your companions, perhaps the rest of us would have died at the hands of those goblins."

Instead of responding to Harold immediately, Liu Bei called over the halfling who was happily burning the corpses, asked him for the coins he had just looted from the goblins, took half of them, and then took a few gold coins from his own pocket, handing them all to Harold.

"Ansel and I have already cleared the road ahead of you once, so there won't be another large-scale goblin attack like today. This is a small token of my appreciation; please accept it."

"What do you mean by this?" Harold stared blankly at the coins Liu Bei had stuffed into his hand, feeling a faint stinging sensation.

Liu Bei's gaze fell upon the group of Tifferin behind Harold. There were only a handful of able-bodied men among them; the majority were women and children.

Men and women carrying weapons silently gathered together the wounded corpses, while children tidied up severed limbs on the battlefield, and elders, with tears in their eyes, used needle and thread to piece the broken bodies back together.

Silence reigned at the scene.

"Take it. I'm all alone here, I only have myself to feed. Besides, I'm an adventurer, money comes and goes quickly. But you're different, you have so many people of your tribe to take care of along the way!"

Ansel, standing to the side, watched Liu Bei's actions with a blank expression, utterly puzzled. But as soon as Liu Bei finished speaking, he immediately shoved the coins into Ansel's hand: "If Liu Bei doesn't want them, I don't want them either. You can take them! I don't need the money! When you get to Dagger Beach, you can go to the Happy Cow Tavern and give them my name! My father will provide you with food!"

"By the way, my name is Ansel Hard Cheese, don't forget it!"

Harold, a large man, was at a loss as he held the money that had been shoved into his hand. His eyes involuntarily welled up with tears, and his throat bobbed as if he wanted to say something.

He swallowed all his words in the end.

He suddenly knelt on one knee. "Please tell me your name, sir. After I've settled them in, I'll come to find you. My worthless life is at your disposal, sir. Even if it's the deepest hell ahead, I'll brave it for you!"

Liu Bei hurriedly stepped forward to help Harold up, "What are you doing! It's just that I saw injustice on the road, it's my duty. I saved you only hoping that there would be fewer innocent people dying in this world. I didn't do it for anything."

"And I'm a paladin, after all!"

“I’m a roughneck, I don’t understand what you’re saying, but I understand what you mean!” Harold stood up. “They all say we’re devils and have driven us away. But you didn’t discriminate against us. Not only did you help us when we were in danger without asking for anything in return, you even gave me money. If we don’t repay this kindness, wouldn’t we really become the devils they call us?”

Liu Bei was speechless, and for a moment he did not know how to respond.

After a long pause, he said, "Since that's the case, Duchess Morwen of Dagger Beach saved my life. If you're so inclined..."

"Since he is your savior, he is also the savior of my clan!" Harold immediately interrupted Liu Bei. "If Ms. Mo Wen is willing to take us in, we don't need to go to Deepwater City anymore. We can stay at Dagger Beach and serve Ms. Mo Wen."

"Sir, how should I address you?"

"I am from Zhuo County..." Liu Bei suddenly realized that he was no longer on the homeland of the Han Dynasty, so he said, "Liu Bei of Dagger Beach, courtesy name Xuande! When the time comes, tell Ms. Mo Wen that you are Liu Xuande, and she will know."

After Liu Bei finished speaking, he led Ansel straight south, having already wasted a lot of time on the journey.

"Liu Bei, are all the people in your Eastern Continent as good as you? In all the stories my father told me, everyone from the Eastern Continent is a good person like you. They do good deeds without expecting anything in return."

"But in the Sword Coast, even paladins like you are rarely like you. More often than not, even followers of Tyr will argue heatedly with their teammates over a few gold coins."

After parting ways with the Tifflins, Ansel finally spoke his mind.

Liu Bei's behavior of helping someone and then giving them money was completely incomprehensible to him. Aren't adventurers supposed to take risks for money? It's one thing to not ask for anything in return, but how could he give away the money he had already received to a complete stranger?

"The Eastern Continent?" Liu Bei did not answer his question directly, but instead focused on another piece of information revealed by Ansel.

"From Baldur's Gate in the south to Neverwinter in the north, this is Sword Coast. Go east from Sword Coast, through forests and deserts, and you will see another sea, the Sea of ​​Fallen Stars. Further east of the Sea of ​​Fallen Stars is the legendary continent of Karatul, also known as the Eastern Continent, but very few people have ever been there."

"That eastern continent isn't the Han Dynasty," Liu Bei concluded after a moment's thought, smiling as he answered Ansel's earlier question. "Who doesn't like money? It's just that a gentleman loves money but acquires it in a proper way. Besides, those Tieflins..."

"Liu Bei, something's up!" Before Liu Bei could finish speaking, Ansel sensed an unusual magical fluctuation and immediately interrupted him.

He followed his senses and looked around, finally fixing his gaze on the distant starry sky.

Following Ansel's gaze, Liu Bei saw a flash of purple light, and then it seemed as if something had pierced a large hole in the night sky, from which something resembling a snail but with fleshy tendrils suddenly emerged.

The flames burned continuously on it, and the billowing smoke obscured the starlight.

"What is that? A meteorite?"

"Was it falling into a lush, green woodland?"