After some exchange between the two, they both jumped off their horses and got off the chariot. They shook hands tightly and exchanged friendly vows.

However, Satan is here again, stealing Yang Feng's mind and making him exchange his golden armor for the bronze coat of Modus, the former is worth a hundred fat oxen, while the latter is only nine cattle in exchange.

This can be seen why Satan is particularly fond of sheep-eyed angels, because they are both of the same temperament, and they always can't see the good of others, and once there is something there, they will mess with it and spoil everything good.

At this moment Nob returned to his station, where the oak trees towered, and the wives and daughters of the warriors of the front line rushed to him, and gathered around him, asking about their sons, brothers, friends, and husbands, and Nob told all the women to pray to the Almighty, one by one, and yet grief awaited many women, all of them unfortunate, and at that time, there was no way to deliver information except the messenger, so that they knew nothing about the situation at the front.

Just as they heard Nob tell them that their husbands, sons, and brothers were safe, the reality was that some of the men were now dead, some of them were completely dead, and they had gone to the underworld to be guests, never to return, to be reunited with the women who missed them.

Then he came to the majestic palace, with its polished stone colonnade, with fifty bedrooms, made of polished stone, connected to each other, in which his brothers and his descendants, now only their beloved wives of their respective marriages, lived.

On the other side of the inner court, opposite these rooms, were the bedrooms of his daughters, twelve in all, made of polished stones, connected to each other, in which lived his daughters, who had been his sons-in-law, but who had now reached the front line, where they fought to the death.

In the palace, Nob saw his mother, a generous woman, with one of the most beautiful of her daughters.

The mother, who was worried about her son, took her son's hand tightly, called out and said, 'Drama child, why did you leave the battlefield of the fierce battle? Why did you come here? Look at what these bad people in the West City have tortured you into? But wait, until I will bring me sweet wine and offer sacrifices to the Almighty, and then you yourself may use it to strengthen your thirsty throat. For a weary man, alcohol will add to his inexhaustible strength, and for a weary man like you, but you need to fight to defend the people of the city. ”

The tall Nobing bowed to his mother and replied, "Don't bring me sweet wine, dear mother, for you will make me stagger and lose my courage to fight." I am also ashamed to offer wine with unclean hands to the Almighty, even those shining wines, how can a man stained with blood and filth pray to the Almighty? The most beautiful garments, your favorite treasures, spread out before the Angel of the Sheep's Eye, and you will promise to sacrifice twelve young cows, young cows who have never been whipped, but ask the Angel of the Sheep Eye to have mercy on our castle, on all the women and the weak and helpless children of the East, and beg him to drive out the vicious Madus, a mad gunman, a terrifying spirit! Go, mother, go and call on the sheep-eyed angel, and I will go after Nogi, and ask him to go into battle, if he will obey my advice, and may the earth devour him, at this very moment! The Almighty shall let him live and grow, and make it a great evil, to the people of the East, and to the mighty of our father, Lamech, and the rest of his sons!

When Nob had said these words, his mother went into the hall and commanded the maid to gather all the noblewomen of the city, while she herself went down to the fragrant chamber, in which were placed delicate fabrics, the work of skilled women, which Nog had brought back with him when he had gone out on the expedition.

Nobing's mother lifted up an embroidered robe as a gift to the sheep-eyed angel, which was exquisite, the largest, the finest workmanship, shining like a star, and giving a solemn air to those who wore it, and then she walked forward with her legs and led a great crowd of ladies who walked briskly.

When they came to the temple of angels, which overlooked the city, the priest of the priest came out to pick them up, and with a sharp cry, the women raised their hands in front of the sheep-eyed angel, and the priest put the beautiful fabric in front of the sheep-eyed angel, and in front of his statue he recited earnestly: "Angel, I am the pride of the angels, I beg you, break the spear of Medus, and let him fall before the gates of the city!" We will sacrifice at once twelve young cows, in your temple, who have never been whipped, but have mercy on our castle, on the women and the weak and helpless children of the city!"

She prayed so sincerely, but the sheep-eyed angel did not accept her plea, because he was protecting those people in the western city, and the guardian angel of the eastern city was the dog-eyed angel, and the two angels of the dog-eyed and the sheep-eyed were incompatible and demolished each other.

While Nobing's mother led the women in prayer to the powerful sheep-eyed angel, Nobing walked to Nog's house, a luxurious dwelling that had been planned and built by his master, Nog, and the best craftsmen of the time, the most skilled craftsmen of the fertile East City.

They built a bedroom, a hall, and a courtyard, which stood on the high part of the castle near the homes of Nob and Lamech.

Satan's beloved Nob approached the house, and with a spear in his hand, stretched out eleven cubits in length, and the tip of the spear shone with a bronze spear, secured by a ring of gold. He found him in his bedchamber, and found him busy arranging his fine armor, his shield and breastplate, and fiddling with his curly bow, and his wife sitting with the maids, instructing them in their work, the splendid weavers.

Seeing this, Nob couldn't help but be angry, and in sneering words, he scolded: "What are you messing around? Now is not the time to be angry! The soldiers are falling in pieces, fighting fiercely before our siege, and dying tragically under the steep walls! All this is for you, because you have fled shamefully after losing the gamble! You listen to the noisy killing, this desperate battle around the castle, it is all because of you! You ought to be the first to be the first to be killed, or at least you should hold back those who retreat in the hateful fight, and wherever you see him, lead them to fight and cheer up, and do not let the merciless fire destroy our towers!"

After hearing this scolding, Nohu replied: "Third brother, your accusation is just and reasonable, and it is not excessive at all, and I have something to explain here, so please be patient and listen to what I say: I am staying in the house not out of resentment and anger against the people of Dongcheng, but out of grief, and yet, just now, my wife persuaded me with gentle words, and she advised me to return to the battlefield, and I felt that I should do so. Okay, wait for me, let me put on my armor, or you can go first, and I'll follow, I think I can catch up. ”

After hearing the words of the tenth brother, Nuo Bing did not answer, but Nuo Bing's wife opened her mouth to speak, blaming herself in a kind and gentle tone: " It is not my fault that I have been obsessed with my family, and I am cowardly, my dear brother, and I am hateful and hateful, and I am so scheming that on the day my mother gave birth to me, a fierce wind swept me deep into the mountains and valleys, or into the roaring sea, and let the waves swallow up my body, so that all this might not happen before our eyes, but since the Almighty have set these pains and predetermined the course of things, I wish to marry a good man, who knows the rules and temperances, and who knows the shame of the Word, who has no steady insight and will never have such a skill, so in the future, I dare sayCome in, my brother, come in and sit in this chair, and you have borne the pain of war more than anyone else, for the sake of your brother this ignorant and reckless man!

"Don't let me sit near you," replied the tall Nobing, "for though you like me, you will not be able to convince me, and my heart will urge me to hurry and help our soldiers in the eastern city, and after I have left, they are anxious for my return." You should give the man in front of you a morale, okay? Let him hurry up so that he can catch me up before I leave the city. I will first go back to my own home, and see my relatives, my beloved wife, and my newborn son, for I do not know if I will ever be reunited with them, and I wonder if the mighty man who presides over my fate will let me fall to my death at the hands of the warriors of the West City. ”

Before he could finish speaking, Nob strode away, hurried to the well-built house, but could not find his wife, who by this time had appeared on the tower with a baby and a beautifully dressed maid, and wept in a mournful voice.

Unable to find a wise wife, Hector went back to the door, stood on the threshold, and asked the maids, "All come, servants, tell me honestly, where Droma has gone, at the house of one of my sisters, or with the daughter-in-law of one of my brothers, who is dressed in beautiful gowns, and has he gone to the temple and called on the sheep-eyed angel?"

As soon as she had finished speaking, a diligent maid replied, "Since you want us to tell her where she is, listen, listen: she did not go to the house of one of your sisters or the daughter-in-law of one of your brothers, nor to the high temple, to call on the sheep-eyed angel, but to the generous tower outside, for she had heard that we were becoming overwhelmed, and that the people of the West were becoming more and more courageous, so she had rushed to the tower, like a mad woman, and a nanny followed and cared for you, and carried your son-in-law. ”

After listening to the maid's words, Nobing immediately left the house, and hurried back along the smooth street where he had come, and ran through the spacious city, and came to the west gate of the east city, intending to go straight to the plain, where the warriors of the east city and the soldiers of the west city fought bravely.

At this time, his wealthy wife came to meet him, her name was Droma, who originally lived at the foot of the wooded mountains, and was married to the lord of the city, Nobing, with a steel helmet on her head, brave and tenacious.

Nuo Bing and his wife were reunited after farewell, accompanied by a maid, holding a boy close to his chest, a baby born not long ago, Nuo Bing's youngest son, the pearl in his father's palm, as beautiful as a shining star, Nuo Bing called him Bingbiao, hoping that he would surpass the tiger when he grew up.

Droma leaned against him, tears dripping down his face, clasping his hand and calling his name, saying, "Oh, reckless man, my Nobing! Thy bravery will cost you your life! Do you not pity your young son, nor my unfortunate me, who is about to become a widow? Life will no longer leave me with warmth, only sorrow, for I have no father, and I have ever said goodbye to my noble mother, and the great warrior of the city of Sissi, Nodin, swept through our fortified castle and the towering city of the gates, and slew my father, and he killed my father, but he did not strip away his armor, and he had a little respect for the dead, but he burned the corpse, and with the finely made armor, he built a high tomb on the ash heap, and the angel of the mountain planted elm trees around it, and on that very day my seven brothers, and their relatives who lived in the same house, all went to the house of the Grim Reaper, where they were grazing sheep with white fur and fat oxen with staggering legsNodin, the mighty warrior and the illustrious, slew them all, and brought my mother, the beauties beneath the wooded hills, to this place, and with all the other gains, and later released her with innumerable gifts, and my mother died in her father's house, and the woman who was at odds with her took her life, so you are my young and strong husband, and my father, and my noble mother and my brother! Have mercy on me, and let your children not be orphaned, and do not let your wife be widowed, and take your men and horses to the area of the fig tree, where the defense is the weakest, and the walls are low and easy to climb, where there have been three dangers, and the best of the enemy's warriors, led by the famous Menius and Medus, are trying to open a gap from there, perhaps they have been instructed by some master of divination, and perhaps, at the urging of passion, they are rushing desperately. ”

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