The world was grey, and the smell of pine and moss and a chill wafted in the wind. A pale mist rose from the black earth, and riders laboriously navigated through gravel and timber down the valley toward the warm fires scattered like pearls. There were so many fires that Vanessa couldn't count, hundreds and thousands of bonfires formed a swaying band of light, accompanied by the frozen white water, which looked like two rivers of very different colors.

It's so cold here. Vanessa thought.

On this endless desert island, she began to miss her home, Neverwinter. Summer flowers are blooming everywhere over there, fruit groves and fountains, shady courtyards, marble colonnades. The castle employs many singers, who sing beautifully, and fluteers, violinists and harpers from all over the world gather outside the palace to play the most beautiful music of the country of midsummer.

In the world in front of him, there were only pale mists flowing, and only the bursts of flames and the long sighs of the people were filled.

"We're here." Finally, Duke Mouton whispered in the princess's ear.

"That's all there is to Haken Island?" Vanessa looked at the Qiē in front of her in disbelief, "What about those legendary bustling cities?" What about the beautiful Haken intersex? What about the Hackenlongo, which fills the whole of Olops? ”

"It's all back to God." The Duke calmly replied, "Now, this is the hell ruled by the devil. ”

"That's right, boy." A few men came out of the nearest dirty tent, the first one slightly better dressed, while the rest were ragged, "So if you want to get here, you'll have to hand over the valuables, if not," his full eyes looked at Vanessa with bad intentions, "just give us your girl." The attendants behind him laughed in agreement, and the weapons in their hands flashed out.

The princess looked at the pitchforks and maces in their hands, "Just a few of you?" She curled her hair with her fingers boredly, squinting at the Duke and said, "How many more levels do we have to go through, do you want the Holy Light to deal with them?" ”

Muton jumped off his horse, the silver axe in his hand glowing coldly.

"Kill him!" Someone shouted, "He's only one man!" ”

"Come on!" The Duke roared in response. "If you have a kind, come and kill me."

The people in the tent came up from all sides, cold iron in hand, but their eyes were panicked, and Vanessa could taste their intense fear. The dwarven duke lunged left and right, slashing off the arm of the first and slashing the shoulder of the second, and the third slashed the axe into Mouton's floppy pine shield, and he backhanded the shield into the's face, knocking it over, and then slammed it down as it tried to get to its feet. He was struggling to pull the axe out of the dead man's ribs, a spear poking between his shoulder blades, and it felt like a slap on the back.

Vanessa exclaimed, and Muton turned and slashed at the spearman's head, steel splitting the helmet, hair, and skull, and a tingling of his hands. The man shook for a moment, and when the Duke drew his axe, the body fell to the mud on all fours, looking more drunk than dead.

"Well done!" A gruff, high-pitched voice praised.

Everyone's eyes froze at the same time, and they couldn't help but stop the movements in their hands.

The voice! Vanessa's heart shook violently, and she closed her eyes in resignation, what should come will always come—" Solanda. ”

Sure enough, the princess of the Midsummer Country walked out of the crowd with applause. "Long time no see, my good sister."

This time, it was the dwarven duke's turn to be surprised, "You, you are sisters?!" ”

"I was suspicious of Creon, but I didn't expect it to be you." Vanessa ignored Muton, the clue he provided was always a masked man, so initially, her suspicions were always on Terrence and Creon. "It seems that you have learned to be good during these days in the Burning Nation."

"Hmph, that's all thanks to you!" Solanda glared at her sister viciously. She no longer had to pretend to be a female fighter mixed in with the Blood Lan Wei, her face had already regained a fierce expression, she had more scars on her body, but her muscles were more vigorous, and the skin that exposed her armor was like a rock under the sun, and on Haken Island, everyone's equipment came from the opponent she had killed. The better the equipment, the higher the status of the force. Solanda is known for her bravery, and her armor is particularly impressive. Glazed iron armor, a gold-plated round-headed sand rider scimitar, a gunasker dagger, a striped tiger skin, an emerald sphinage manticore's helmet, and an iron bow with deer tendons inlaid with obsidian.

Vanessa recognized the bow. Her pupils contracted as if they had met the midday sun, but her face remained unmoved, "I really don't understand what you went to such lengths to trick me into here. You must know that our country is on the verge of internal and external troubles. If you want to reclaim the throne, please prove that you are capable of being a queen; If you just want my life," Vanessa smiled wryly and looked at Muton beside her, "Just give the order." "I'll be back anyway, princess thought.

"It's not as simple as you think, fool." Solanda raised her chin at Muton, "Take her into my tent." ”

"Wait a minute," Muton paused, "I want to see my mother." ”

"Are you sure it's a good time? If I'm not mistaken," Vanessa shook her head, "your mother is now in the dungeons of the Burning Nation under the scorching lava. ”

"You really know everything." Solanda glared at her sister, someone stepped forward and dragged them into a white tent, it stood out in the other tents, with multicolored elf feathers standing on the spire, and three human skulls with their jaws cut off at the root of the feathers, which should have belonged to the owner of the previous tent, and the remnants of meat on it indicated that Solanda had not taken them down for a long time.

There was enough room for twenty men in the tent, and there were scraps of wine everywhere, and a dwarf stood in the doorway, roasting the meat of some kind of animal on the brazier, and he turned the curled chunks of meat with wooden tongs, and the spicy smell of the spice made the Duke's eyes ooze tears.

"Where's my mother?" Muton drew his sword at his waist and pointed at the only threat in the tent, Solanda.

"As she said, in the Land of Fire." Sorenda sat down in her chair covered in animal skins, not in the least interested in Mouton's threat, but rather interested in Vanessa's precise judgment, "How did you see through this?" ”

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