The place was supposed to be a relatively closed place before it was blown up, and the walls around it spoke for themselves, and the inside of the walls was relatively intact in the explosion, densely delineated with magic circles that Leah had never seen before, and she resisted the urge to record them, because in the middle of the walls, three still living necromancers were watching them with turquoise eyes next to a strange statue.

"You are the victor, King Pedi. "The necromancer didn't seem terrified, and he didn't feel depressed after defeat.

"But your victory was due to the fact that our sovereign gave up the last resistance, and not was conquered by you. The necromancer continued, "Our monarch has finally activated the fortress's self-destruct device, otherwise your explosives would not have destroyed our last shields, let alone killed us all in an instant. ”

"Your monarch made the right choice, what about you?" Pedi ignored Leah's surprised look at him.

"The Monarch is withdrawing our power, and soon we will sleep again, you—" Before the necromancer could finish speaking, the turquoise eyes lost their luster.

The three necromancers fell to the ground almost at the same time, and the evil energy covered by the strange statue behind them disappeared without a trace the moment they fell.

Pedi stared at the three corpses that had lost their demonic support, and when he confirmed that they had indeed completely lost their power, he looked at the statue next to him, his eyes serious and full of doubt.

This statue is supposed to be some evil god, it's... Or she... He had a human face, a very beautiful face, but his body was as ugly as a disgusting worm.

"This is the predecessor of the 'Order of Chaos', the first life born in the legend 'Bloodborne'. The elven general Drahir's voice came from far and near, "Is this legend true?" he answered Pedi's doubts, but he also fell into deeper doubts.

"What is this?" asked Pedy.

"I don't know. Drahir shook his head, "'His' account is more like an ancient myth and legend than a real piece of history. ”

"You might want to ask Muvet himself. Draxier turned his head and looked at the king very seriously.

"You got it?" asked Pedi calmly.

"If you do too much, it means you have too many flaws. ”

"I was surprised by your reaction. Pedi looked at Drahir with surprise in his eyes.

"In fact, I'm also interested in Muvet himself, who is fundamentally different from the undead I know. Drahir seemed to be extremely tired at the moment, and his face turned pale at a rate that could be seen with the naked eye.

"You..."

"Then I would fall into a deep slumber for a long time. "This place is nice, if you don't mind, I think it'll be a good place to sleep, maybe when I wake up, the prairie will be back to life, but maybe—" he shook his head.

'Will you never wake up?' added Peddy inwardly.

"The warnings of the ancestors are not wrong, elves really should not stay with humans. As he spoke, Drahir crushed a green seed in his hand, and the powerful life force began to flow in his hand, and quickly burrowed into the ruined ground, and the stench and bloody earth destroyed by evil energy was actually restored to life at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The strange statue of "Ka Ka Ka" continued to shatter under this powerful force of nature, and finally dissipated into smoke and dust into the air.

The next moment, the surrounding space began to distort continuously, and Drahir's private guards kept coming out of the spatial barrier, they did not seem too surprised, and silently established a defensive line around under the command of the high priest Xiuze.

Pedi silently pushed aside to look at everything in front of him, centered on the place where Drahir was, a towering tree rich in vitality suddenly rose at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the thick branches swallowed Drahiel's body under Pedi's gaze.

"It's amazing!" Archmage Leah's eyes lit up, "The elves have too many secrets, especially the few High Elves. She had wanted a magic photo to record the moment, but in the end, she felt it was too rude, so she quickly sketched the scene in front of her on her notepad.

"Your Majesty. Willy-Jon and Wolfmar approached with their respective deployments, their eyes drawn to what was happening in front of them, and their faces were shocked with disbelief.

"An order has been passed down that this area is from now on General Drahir's private domain, and that outsiders are not to enter it at will. Pedi felt the approaching army outside, "To prevent other troops from entering here, General Drahir needs a quiet enough environment to rest. ”

"On behalf of General Drahir, I thank you, Your Majesty. Xiu Ze saluted Pei Di solemnly.

"Well, I'm leaving, then—" Petdy was tempted to continue observing, but it was too rude, "If you have any needs, you can always come to me, the Kingdom of Kruria will not treat friends badly." ”

...

In March, the highland grasslands are the rainy season, and the boundless grasslands begin to sprout under the moisture of the rain, and the herders who have been plagued by the severe cold usher in new vitality.

In the snow pasture outside Twak, in the brand-new Knight Arena, the aristocrats who came to watch the game were filled at dawn. In order to ensure that it is not too cold and to keep out the rain, the organizers of this competitive competition specially hired magicians to arrange temperature control arrays for the audience seats, and set up light curtains to block the rain.

The duel in the arena has been going on for half a month, and today is the final of the final championship.

Andy Barrett and his entourage sat on a high platform in the middle of the audience to show their dignity.

The championship match hasn't started yet, but two angry knights on the showdown field are putting on their gear with the help of their servants.

"On the left is the family knight of your Minister of War, Banda Hibbert, and on the right is the younger brother of the Chief of Military Intelligence, Funi Ralph, who just now seemed to have quarreled at the door over something that led to this duel. With a big smile on his face, Earl Morisk Kean, the new Prime Minister of Fort Flowerstone, explained to Andy Barrett the origin of the duel.

"What's their name?" said Andy, looking with interest at the two well-dressed knights below.

"The one on the left is called Kelly, and the one on the right... His name is Morin, and I heard that he has lived in the town of Balan in the Kingdom of Kruria, and has been accompanied by the sea breeze all year round. "Moriske-Ken is clearly more focused on Morin on the right.

"I'll bet ten gold coins, and Kelly will beat that kid so much that he doesn't even know his brother. The Minister of War, Banda Hibbert, shouted loudly, unscrupulously supporting his family knights.

"I'm also betting on Kelly to win, because that kid Morin can't even put on a knight's armor, and I feel like he's being crushed by his own knight's armor. "Casey Fair Barker and Banda Hibbert are both former citizens of the Clan, and although they sometimes quarrel a lot, they generally agree on the same page.

"Knight Kelly!"

"I'm betting on Kelly Knight, too. ”

For a time, everyone except Prime Ministers Morisk Kean and Andy Barrett and the Kingdom of Cruria's diplomat, Marquis Daisily Pombo, put the bet on Kelly.

"You all press Kelly, even if Kelly Knight wins the game, you don't have any money to take it, so I'll press Knight Morin. "It seems that Morisque has no choice but to do so.

"I like to be small and big, although I also think that the probability of Molin Knight winning is very low, but I press Molin Knight to win. Andy Barrett looked around, meeting the Chancellor's gaze at him, and finally he fixed his gaze on Daisily Pombo, "Marquis Pombo, who do you want to press?"

"I like to be steady, so... I crush Kelly Knight. Daisily Pombo had a longer beard on his face than he had in Crewe, a little silver thread, his face was covered in the wind and frost peculiar to Highlanders, and his new leather armor was wrapped in a thick cotton jacket characteristic of Highlanders, and he raised his glass in honor of Andy Barrett as he spoke.

Andy naturally raised his glass in return, and after two sips of refreshing ale, when he grabbed the scalding roast lamb, there was a loud cheer in the arena.

"Will my cousin immediately launch a storm on Tyre after he has swept away the undead legions led by Elok?" asked Andy to Daisily Pombo amid cheers.

"Of course, this is something that cannot be questioned. Despite the cheers, Daisily Pombo could still hear the duke's inquiry.

"What does this war need our Duchy of Twak to do?"

"The Suke Plain is destined to be full of His Majesty's royal banners, and a new overlord will be born on the Ailan Continent. Daisily Pombo replied in a resounding voice, "And what the Duchy of Twak needs to do is simple...", he looked at Andy Barrett, "When His Majesty's flag flies over the Lion Castle, the Duchy of Twak needs only show its loyalty." ”

"If that happens—" Andy didn't look as angry as the other Duchy Ministers present, he still smiled, "I'm going to go to Sook City myself to offer my sincerest wishes to my cousin." ”

"Shhh

The cheers that erupted in the audience suddenly turned into boos, but it was the two knights in the dueling arena below who decided the winner, and to the surprise of many, it was Knight Kelly who fell from the horse.

"I had good luck today. Andy smiled, "It's possible to lose a situation where you win safely, and this duel is the best proof of this." ”

"But it doesn't happen very often. Daisily Pombo responded with a smile.

Andy smiled noncommittally and didn't dwell on the issue.

Soon, perhaps to ease the audience's dissatisfaction with the matchup, the championship match was started half an hour earlier.

...

In the vast grassland of the pasture, Andy and his retinue galloped back and forth with their hounds, and the short bows in their hands continued to harvest the jumping rabbits and giant rats that flooded the grassland.

This is not hunting, but it is the custom of the men of the highland steppes, who ride their beloved horses in the early spring of each year to hunt dancing and giant rats in the meadows to prevent them from destroying the young grass that has just grown.

When the hunt is complete and the sky darkens, the men draw a horrific look on their faces and dance around the campfire to ward off the evil spirits that follow the spring and the earth and ensure a good harvest in the new year.

The dance will last for a whole night.

After three hours of dancing, Andy was almost out of breath from exhaustion, but he was in a better mood than ever, and he stopped to rest and immediately took his place.

"Why don't you try it?" Andy took the hot towel from Hu Cong and wiped the makeup off his face, "This is the heaviest ritual in the highland grasslands. ”

"I trip myself up when I dance, do you want to see me ugly?" said Sir Claire, even when he was joking, with a serious countenance, giving a special sense of comical.

"It's not bad to see. Andy shrugged and tossed the hot towel to the servant, took a glass of ale and drank it straight away.

"The new year is here again, and I hope that there will be a bumper harvest in all parts of the grassland this year. Andy leaned back on a cowhide blanket spread on the ground next to the campfire and looked at the bright stars in the sky, "and hopefully our fiscal deficit will improve after this year." ”

"Impossible. Sir Claire shook his head, "With the current production capacity of the grasslands, it will take at least three to five years to pay off the loan of the Kingdom of Kruria. ”

"If you don't have to repay this loan..."

"Unless you declare war on the Kingdom of Kruria. Claire looked at Andy Barrett seriously, "However, if we lose, we will be saddled with higher debts than we are now." ”

"Do you think we have a chance to win?" Andy's expression at the moment didn't look like he was joking.

"We have a chance to win, but we don't have many chances. Claire nodded and then shook her head, "With the current logistical reserves of the principality, we can support the war for three months at most, and if the war is not won or lost after three months, our soldiers can only fight hungry." ”

"Three months later is June, and if we are delaying the plan for three months, in September... At that time, the grassland will usher in the first harvest season of the year. Andy lay on the carpet and stared at the starry sky, and said to himself, "So that we can maintain the war for at least half a year, that is... We can sustain the war until next spring. ”

"Are you serious?" said Sir Clare, grim.

"I'm just speculating on what you're saying. Andy sat up and looked at Claire with a smile, "Now that my cousin has taken the Elluk Collar in his hands, the only thing we can do now is send an emissary to congratulate him on his victory and reiterate our support for the war for the unification of the kingdom." ”

"We sent messengers six days ago. Claire looked at his lord seriously, "However, it is not impossible to prevent the Kingdom of Kruria from unifying the Suke Plains, and this war is not as simple as it seems, and the army of the Kingdom of Kruria may spend a lot of time in front of the town of Tyr. ”

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