Singalore.

Clusters of magical flames burst into the sky, bursting in a variety of brilliant colors, and the entire royal city was immersed in the joy of the New Year.

Grand Duke Ross's Mansion, the entire mansion is lit up everywhere.

The gorgeous main hall of the Grand Duke's Mansion was noisy with singing and dancing, and unlike the Yingge and Yan Dance of other princes and nobles, the Grand Duke of Rus's house danced a sword dance with a solemn atmosphere.

Sitting in the front seat of the hall, Grand Duke Ross's face was flushed, he was already a little drunk, although the Grand Duke was over fifty years old, it was exactly that year for a warrior.

Grand Duke Ross is particularly happy tonight, he is a very popular minister, and he is in charge of the War Song Legion, and the six sons and one daughter under his knees are all dragons and phoenixes among people, and the Grand Duke is proud of his life.

Except for three of the seven sons of the Grand Duke who were on duty in the army and could not return home, the remaining four children all sat on either side of him. The most beloved of the seven children was naturally the youngest daughter, Golly.

"Gori, come, sit close to your father. The Grand Duke pointed to the seat beside him and asked Golly to sit down.

Golly pouted, not moving at all, "I'm not a little girl anymore, why should I be so close to you?"

Not only was Archduke Rose not angry at all, but also laughed heartily, "I almost forgot, our family Golie is eighteen years old, and now she is an adult girl!"

Goli raised her chin proudly at the Grand Duke.

"Wait for the New Year to report to your eldest brother in the legion, he will protect you to accumulate military merits as soon as possible, and I want them to know that my Ross family can also produce a female marquis!"

"I'm not going to fight the song?"

The Grand Duke was stunned, "Why?"

"Everyone in the War Song Legion knows that I am the eldest lady of the Ross family, even if I have military merits, others will say behind my back that I rely on the shadow of my father and brother, and my Goli is no worse than a man if I don't rely on anyone!"

"Okay! This is the daughter of my Ross family, whichever legion you want to go to, my father will support you!"

Golly counted with her fingers that her own legion could not go. There is no battle to fight on the side of the Blazing Fire and Iron Flow, so don't think about it. Frost Thunder belongs to the Palmer family, and he can't get used to it.

Golly's eyes suddenly lit up, "Then I'll go to the Blizzard Legion!"

......

The royal city was full of singing, but the Praetorian Guard camp at the foot of the mountain was still heavily guarded, and there was a solemn atmosphere.

Prince Rex's mansion was no less ornate than any Grand Duke, but the Prince lived in the barracks all year round, and New Year's was no exception.

Prince Rex is in his early forties, with a tiger's back and a few short beards under his chin, because he has been in the army all the year round, and his face is not angry and arrogant.

The Prince, who had just returned from a round tour, took off the golden cloak from his back and threw it to the lieutenant, and asked casually, "What is Huey doing?"

"Huey is practicing martial arts in the backroom garden. ”

"Let's go, go over and have a look. ”

Huey was dressed in a black tight-fitting military suit at this time, and a big sword in his hand was wielded with one move. The sword moves were extremely slow at first, and each sword stab out seemed to sink into the sky, and gradually the sword moves began to speed up, faster and faster, and the sword momentum was like thunder, and the sword shadow spread all over the sky.

The sword shadow in the sky dissipated, turning into a thunderous sword and slashing forward, with a click, and the ornamental stone in the garden, which was more than one person high, split in half.

Applause rang out, "Harvest like thunder and rage!" This sword is well received. How did you change your sword practice today?"

Huey didn't speak, just nodded at Rex, then gathered his sword and turned to leave.

"Wait, Huey. ”

Huey still didn't reply, but stopped.

"I know you've been blaming me, and I don't want to explain anymore, but now that you're an adult, you have to do things and see things from a man's perspective in the future, and you can't be willful and childish anymore. ”

"If you can't even protect the woman you love, what kind of man are you talking about?"

Prince Rex was speechless for a while, and then sighed for a long time, "I was still young and didn't have the ability to protect your mother, but what happened to your mother back then will never happen to you again!"

Huey sneered, still not speaking.

"I've already arranged the rest for you, and you'll report to the Blizzard Legion after the New Year. ”

Huey frowned, "Aren't you worried that I'll be able to avenge my mother?"

Rex sneered, "I'm going to put you under his nose, I see who dares to touch my Rex's son today! What half-orcs can't be knighted, you not only have to be knighted, but also in the Blizzard Legion, I don't believe that Straggy dares to break the rules he set!"

Rex took two steps forward and put his hand on Huey's shoulder, which was already as tall as himself, "Huey, no matter what others think of you, you are my Rex's son. But you have to understand that Streich is relying on me now not because I am his own brother, but because I have 100,000 Praetorian Guards in my hands.

"I won't let you down. Huey walked straight to the inner hall.

Looking at Huey's back, Rex's eyes lit up with fire.

......

Wells Manor, one of the most luxurious private residences in the affluent area on the south bank of the Xiangshui River.

The hall of the manor house is resplendent with golden ornamental patterns on the roof, walls, chandeliers and even doorknobs.

Tyrants and nouveau riche are the most common descriptions of the Wells family in private by aristocrats.

The table in front of Morar was piled with ham, barbecue, and smoked fish, and he was putting his head down and stuffing it into his mouth.

Leslie, the head of the Wells family, who was fatter than Moral, looked at his son with a smile on his face.

Sending Morar to the Blood Academy was Leslie's proudest investment. I was going to spend money to let Moral earn a knighthood for the family, and then make some connections by the way, but I didn't expect Morar to get the first time in this assessment, and he also killed a few orcs with his own hands, so that Leslie recently showed off in front of his friends.

Morar suddenly raised his head and asked his father, "You have already cleared up the matter of my training in the field army, right?"

Leslie smiled, "Don't worry, it's already arranged for you." Since you have a future, our Wells family will support you even if they are bankrupt, if the family produces a great magician, I think who would dare to laugh at us for being an explosive household?"

Morar didn't take Leslie's words, mumbled, bowed his head and continued to feast.

Leslie himself continued: "I told Morley that you killed the orcs and they still didn't believe it, this time you go to the border to catch a few live orcs and come back to show them." Their orc slaves are all bought with money, and in the future, our Wells family's orc slaves must be captured by themselves!"

Moral raised his head suddenly, the food in his mouth hadn't been swallowed yet, "Where are you going to clear the relationship for me?"

"Wind and Snow Legion, I've inquired, there are the most orcs over there!"

Moral's mouth full of food squirted out.

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Blood Academy.

Joan fiddled with the magic teleportation token in her hand.

Joan hadn't been home since she entered the Blood Academy, and she had never seen anyone come to see him. In previous years, he spent the New Year with Arthur and Arnold, two friends who were also homeless.

Since Arthur and Arnold left, Joan has been completely alone, and she can only stay in her room alone in the New Year.

"Send me this year's quota of magic scrolls as soon as possible, and you can wait to collect my corpse when it's too late." Joan quickly typed a line of text into the token.

Then he began to mumble to himself, "Where will the legion experience go after the year? Do you want to go to an interesting place, the Wind and Snow Legion or the Frost and Thunder Legion? Forget it, let fate decide, the wind and snow on the front, and the frost and thunder on the back." ”

Joan muttered as she tossed the magic token in her hand into the air.

There is a destiny in the dark, as if it has been discussed, and these strange things have come together again......