Renard nodded, ignoring the other party's flattering expression, and walked straight into the camp with his subordinates.

After everyone had entered the camp, the village chief Jasper's face instantly became gloomy, and he immediately cursed in a low voice, and then ordered the people to prepare food and drink.

Renard told the Black Cavalry and the soldiers at the Nolan outpost to rest on the spot, while he took Arka and the others around the camp.

The man silently followed him, carefully informing him of the location of the copper mine.

After walking for nearly ten minutes, the six of them finally arrived at the entrance of the mine, where the villagers had already finished their work, and it was empty.

If you didn't know it in advance, it would be an abandoned mine or an underground storage room.

Renard calculated the distance, this should be directly above the underground world, he didn't dare to imagine what it would be like if this place suddenly collapsed.

After half an hour of wandering, the sky was completely dark, and the dark clouds gathered overhead, as if a torrential rain would pour at any moment.

Renard ended his investigation and went to the house of the village chief of Jasper to receive a treat, but he didn't eat for nothing anyway.

They prepared sumptuous food for them, all kinds of alcohol, white bread, barbecued meat, and the rich aroma spread around the village chief's house, making it difficult for the passing refugees.

Such unscrupulousness shows that the village chief Jasper has completely controlled the camp, and by looking at the wooden expressions on the faces of the villagers, it is clear that they have completely accepted their fate and are not ready to continue fighting.

Renard couldn't help but feel sad, why didn't people who were not even afraid of death dare to fight against fate.

He was not in the mood to enjoy any food, the demon's terrifying appearance was always replaying in his mind, and he had already sent someone back to inform Heidi of the situation here, and asked her to send a letter to the surrounding lords and His Majesty the King, but I don't know if the other party would believe it.

After dinner, Renard did not continue to wander around, but went straight to the bedroom to rest, much to the relief of the village chief Jasper.

He thought that the other party did not look down on this abandoned mine, because no one except him knew what the specific output of this copper mine was.

Although the mercenaries know a little, they don't know as well as him, otherwise where would he have the opportunity to eat and drink spicy food.

In the middle of the night, Renard couldn't sleep after tossing and turning, he got up and went to the window, staring at the dense forest outside the camp in a daze.

Who would have thought that just a few hundred meters below their feet would actually be a paradise for terrifying demons to survive.

Don't say it's him, even if His Majesty the King knows it, I'm afraid he will have trouble sleeping.

The inky forest outside the camp looked extremely eerie, the cold wind blew through the treetops, pulling the shadows of the trees, looking at the hideous monsters that looked like countless teeth and claws, and under the shadows, there seemed to be many hidden secrets.

The cold moonlight reflected on the ground and the forest, and instead of bringing any bright feeling, the silver-white light made people feel chilled and lonely from the bottom of their hearts.

Renard knew that this might just be his subconscious, but there was no good solution, maybe only by destroying all the demons underground, he could be completely at ease.

At the same time, King Arthur's capital, which is nearly a thousand kilometers away, also failed to sleep.

Sylvia was standing at the top of the castle on the top of the hill, staring at the bustling royal capital at her feet.

Two hours ago, a few swifts brought a message from the Meredith family in the Southern Wilderness County that there were demons under the Ten Thousand Beasts Forest, and they were tens of millions of demons, which had been personally confirmed by Miss Heidi's husband.

The small court will quarrel because of this, and many people think that this is alarmist, and the members of the parliament are also undecided.

Her younger brother, King Ferdinand, watched from the sidelines, happy to see the battle between these feudal officials.

Perhaps in the entire court, only Sylvia is the one who really cares about this demonic disaster.

But now even she was indifferent to it, for she suddenly noticed the husband of Earl Heidi, Renard Duncan, whom the letter mentioned.

The name slowly reminded Sylvia of painful and sweet memories of a very cunning and witty boy whose carefree figure was deeply imprinted on her heart.

Princess Sylvia isn't sure, could these two be the same person?

The spring breeze is cool, and it is also slightly cool.

Sylvia stood on the platform with her shoulders folded and facing the wind, looking into the distance, and she couldn't help but wonder if the ground was flat, so that she could see farther away.

At this moment, clear footsteps sounded behind her, and the script was calm and powerful, no longer as bohemian and unruly as it had been a few years ago.

The young King Ferdinand strode up the stairs, dressed in bright yellow armor, with a two-meter-long scarlet cloak dragging behind his back, and holding the hilt of his sword, like a general.

He stood side by side beside his sister and said, "Do you have any thoughts on the matter of the demonic plague?"

Rather than arguing at court, Ferdinand preferred to stand at the top of the castle with his sister and discuss state affairs alone, although this caused the displeasure of many powerful people and secretly slandered Sylvia as the queen regent.

Silvia shook her head when she heard this: "It's best to be fake, but if it's true, then we have to be ready for a full-scale war, this is not a game, and we have a high chance of destroying the country." ”

King Ferdinand was silent for a moment, a little skeptical: "Is it really that serious?"

Sylvia looked at her brother with a solemn expression and said in the most serious tone: "It's much more serious than this, maybe we will all die because of it." ”

She had personally experienced the terrible war of more than 20 years ago, her grandfather, the old king, who had died in battle, and her father, the new king, who had fallen like a meteor less than three days after his coronation.

The burden fell on Sylvia, who was only eight years old, and on King Ferdinand, who was only four years old.

Ferdinand looked at his sister's solemn expression, couldn't help but clench the hilt of his sword, and then said in the same serious tone: "I won't let this happen again, trust me." ”

Sylvia opened her mouth, but couldn't speak.

After all, the man in front of him was no longer the boy who cowered at her knees, he was King Arthur, a descendant of the great King Lionheart, and the lord of twenty million subjects.

In the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts, inside the camp, Renard stretched out his hand towards the void, letting the torrential rain wash over his palm.

The rain became heavier and heavier, rolling thunder came from the nine heavens, and huge lightning slashed across the sky, as if tearing the sky apart.

After a while, he clenched his fists violently, as if to hold the thunder that symbolized supreme power in his hand: "Demon, come if you have one! I will not let myself be immersed in the fear you have created!"

The Northern Continent and the Cape of Horn, two new stars are about to rise, and two heroes are about to be born in troubled times.

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