Andrew's heart swelled with sourness, the little girl couldn't hide what was in her heart, and everything she was thinking about was reflected in those big melancholy eyes. Andrew pushed her to the ground, startling a butterfly feather in the wild chrysanthemum, "You get out, get away, I don't need you to serve me." I'm not a waste, I'm going to live well!" After saying that, he strode away and never looked back.

A hoarse cry of "babbling" sounded behind him, and Andrew ignored it and walked straight in the direction of the forest. Jiya suddenly chased after him, not far from him, but not close.

Before entering the forest, the cold air hits the face, and even in the morning, the dazzling sunlight does not bring a trace of heat. Andrew stopped, turned around and walked towards Gia, Giya stepped back, and Andrew stepped forward quickly and grabbed Kia's wrist. "If you're following me" Andrew stared into her eyes, and Gia suddenly panicked, "Then you're going to follow me for the rest of your life!" Andrew said this with a calm and resolute face. Jiya closed her eyes and her cheeks flushed, she knew that she would be his person from now on, and it would be good to be his slave for the rest of her life.

Something kept passing through the trees, and the sunlight struggled to penetrate through the cracks in the leaves, sparsely falling like a beacon to guide the way. Andrew insisted on walking ahead, each step slow but determined, the leaves on the ground flying and falling as they stepped on them, and the air was filled with some pungent smell.

Andrew knew that they were already on the edge of the barrier that Eric had arranged, one stealth barrier, and the other was not a contingency barrier, but a powerful protective shield, as if to guard against something terrible.

"Ding", Ji Ya seemed to step on something, Andrew turned around and squatted down, he carefully brushed away the thick fallen leaves, a long sword cast of fine iron slowly revealed, it was a delicate broad-leaved sword, the three-foot-long sword was engraved with strange runes from above, the blade was wrapped in a layer of faint dark green, faintly glowing with cold light, and the dark hilt of the sword had no decoration except for the scattered tiger stripe ornamentation, it was a weapon that existed purely for killing.

Andrew had seen such a sword in the book, this long sword called the "Broken Sword" seemed to be poured for them, he seemed to see such a sword roaring through the protective shields of his people, the long sword went straight into the people's bodies, and he even heard the sound of splitting bones. It is said that forging such a sword requires sacrificing a human life, and only by putting the resentment of the dead on the sword can the power to destroy the heavens and the earth be wielded.

The terrible thing is that there are many more such swords, and there will be many more who can wield them!

Eric finally finished practicing the four supreme magics, and suddenly felt that the spiritual power in his body seemed to be endless, and the enchantments of the four major tribes were also reopened. But he faintly felt that there was a mysterious force in the shadows that had been peeking at him, and he had dreamed more than once, in the fire, the clansmen fell one by one in a pool of blood, and the tall warriors dressed in dark brown heavy Kai were frantically waving the long swords in their hands, and the sound of the long sword splitting bones was filled everywhere, and the sound of the neighing of war horses mixed with people's desperate cries for help had been lingering in his heart, and he could not disperse for a long time. Andrew dragged his injured body and limped into the distance, there were samurai on horseback everywhere, there was no place to stay, a samurai on a tall horse smiled and raised the long sword in his hand, the long sword pierced through Andrew's thin body directly from the front chest, Andrew fell heavily to the ground, his eyes stared at the sky, calm and serene.

"Andrew!" Eric shouted, sitting up, sweating profusely. Even if it was a dream, it was so real, he got up in his clothes, and it was midnight, and a crescent moon hung in the sky, covering the city in a haze. He opened the portal and disappeared into the moonlight.

The night in Chiba Castle was bitterly cold, and Eric stood outside the door of a house, as light as a wild cat, hiding in the shadows and not making a sound. The person in the window was obviously ready to sleep, and suddenly there was a crisp sound from another room, as if something had been broken, and a loud scolding filled the whole room, "pop", like something piercing the air, and suddenly a hoarse sobbing sound came out, Eric followed the voice, the half-open window covered the faces of the adults, and he clearly saw a shivering little girl, sitting on the ground and crying, hoarse but harsh. Then Andrew hurried in.

"From now on, no one in this world can hurt her! ”

"Patriarch Eric is my friend, best friend, and if I want to do something I think I have to do, I think my patriarch friend will be happy to help!"

After listening to Andrew's words, Eric felt that this man was no longer the quiet child he used to be, and we had to learn to accept and savor pain and happiness, and only in this way could life be considered complete. The process of life is only wonderful when you walk slowly, forgetting love, hate, forgetting the past, forgetting the future, and in the end, you will forget yourself. Eric thinks Andrew must have understood, sometimes, his shoulders must bear something, good and bad, this is called growth. Thinking of this, Eric glanced down at Andrew and disappeared.

The closest place to Chiba Castle is Rushing Castle, which is a lively place, and it is an unbreakable fief of one of the two major princes. In the midst of these troubled times, it is also the only place that has not been burned by the flames of war, and people have fled from various places to escape the war, and the flow of people in and out of the city gate has been endless, full of all kinds of people. People buy everything they want with gold, slaves, women, intelligence...... Crime was rampant in the city, and the homeless people killed people to fill their stomachs, raped women, and did everything. All of a sudden, the mighty city of Riverrun was like a hell on earth, and he was furious, and ordered that the gates should be opened only during the day, and that the gates should be closed at the time of the lamplight, and that more guards were added to the city, and that crimes were no longer as blatant as before.

People who could not enter the city at night gathered outside the city gates, looking for their own shelter, and the roads were crowded with people, ragged and withered, and the cries of children and babies filled the sky. In the wilderness in the distance, wild dogs were gnawing on the corpses of their recently deceased, and the faces of the people were full of indifference to everything around them.

Eric shrouded himself in a pitch-black robe, his long brimmed hat covering his entire face, and walked quietly through the crowd, a scene he had only seen in dreams, and now it seemed that the events of the dream were not far away from him. Eric wasn't the tallest of the dwarves, and he was considered to be in the upper middle range, but here he wasn't much taller than a teenager. Every day at noon, Riverrun City will give a meal of gruel mixed with various things, not enough to eat, but also not to starve, in order to survive, every day of the porridge time, far more people die than starve to death. Eric walked through the crowd, no one would notice him here, no matter where you came from, what race you came from, how noble you used to be, you came here as a refugee, refugees are all the same, they can't be counted as people.

Eric stood beneath the mighty city of Rushing River, and the warriors patrolling the city on the walls shuttled back and forth. It was not difficult for him to escape into the city, he even saw the hidden magic circles around him, any magician could form such a magic circle, such a magic circle was not for killing, it was just a warning to the people in the city about what kind of people came to the city. It would be a no-brainer for someone like Eric to crack such a circle, but Eric didn't want to do it, he wanted to tell those hiding in the shadows that I was coming.

It was much worse to deal with someone hiding in the shadows than with someone who could see, and he knew that behind this seeming calm there was a great danger, and he wanted to stir up the undercurrent and let those who were watching him come out of the shadows.

He was about to trigger the hidden circle when the fire on the wall lit up, and on the top of the wall stood a burly warrior, and two soldiers stood behind him with archers and torches. The armor made of copper sheets shone with a cyan glow, and the bright red scarlet was draped behind him, and the hilt of the sword straddling his waist was held in one hand. The samurai's face was full of murder, and his blood-red eyes stared at Eric under the city.

Eric took off his hat, revealing his blonde hair, and looked at the people on the wall, smiling slightly, showing his beautiful teeth.

The samurai suddenly took the horned bow from behind one of the soldiers, stretched out his bow and aimed it at Eric under the wall, without warning, and it was almost impossible to dodge such an arrow from a distance of three feet.

Eric didn't mean to hide, his face was unusually calm, and there was no wave.

There was a "whoosh", the sound of arrows cutting through the air, and a long stream of air dragged out behind the feathered arrows, and the arrows shot in the direction of Eric.

Eric stretched out his hand, a golden circle of light appeared in front of him, the feather arrow completely submerged into the aperture and suddenly appeared in front of the soldier's forehead on the right side of the samurai, with a fierce whistling, the samurai stretched out his hand and held it, the body was swift and decisive, the power of the feather arrow was blocked, a little slowed down, and he tried to break through the samurai's palm, the samurai's palm became tighter and tighter, and the two powerful forces balanced each other, and finally the feather arrow pierced only half an inch from the soldier's forehead and was tightly grasped by the samurai's palm, and the samurai's palm was drawn by the powerful qi A deep blood mark。

The samurai put the feather arrow back in the quiver behind the soldier and said to Eric, "Dwarven friend, can you tell me?"