Sometimes, you think that hope is right in front of you, and sudden changes can always make you fall from the peak of joy to the bottom in an instant. The Dragon-winged Angel was still climbing into the dark night sky, and a spear shot from the Moon Hall pierced him, and before Vanessa's candlestick could be effective, she was planted headlong from the sky.

I hope you don't stumble on the cold stone slabs and break your leg bones. That was Vanessa's only thought. Well, she was almost about to thank God when she found herself hanging upside down from a laurel tree, but the next scene plunged her into deep despair once more—a mountain dwarf with a spear in his hand strode up and lifted himself up to his horse like a chicken, and the princess had no time to cry, but felt a numbness in her mouth, and the man had some magic to silence her, and as the horse's back rose and fell, they passed through the streets, the houses, and even the walls and trunks, and finally came out of the city, and galloped eastward!

Piercing the wall?

Vanessa suddenly felt that this mountain man was invincible, he could really steal the east and steal the west, and no one would think that his own house could also be a thief because of the theft of the neighbor's house. At the same time, the princess was also inverted on horseback: the dwarves of the mountains live in caves, and it is probably their characteristics that give rise to such a kind of magic, allowing them to survive unhindered in the underground caves.

In fact, the princess only guessed half right, the magic of the mountain dwarves is indeed impressive, but it is not they who have evolved this wall-piercing magic, but their horses.

Vanessa didn't know that the horse was a wall-piercing horse, so while she could still move her hands, the menorah in her hand finally came in handy - she stabbed the horse twice in the buttocks, and the horse neighed and ran faster, but the owner of the horse did not know that his foal was pointing the way for the enemy.

Vanessa looked at the ground with satisfaction, and pricked her twice, before falling asleep on her horse. Victor, Brandt, Reina, you must find me.

When the horses had stopped, snorting incessantly, and Vanessa had almost vomited her supper, the mountain dwarves who had taken her captive lifted the princess off her horse, and made her sit down on the trunk of a beech tree without a crown.

Vanessa realized that she had been taken away at night, and now she was in the east, where the sky was slightly white, but for her, the time had just passed for a meal!

After settling down for a while, the princess realized that the dwarf of the mountain where she had been taken was not short, he was about the same height as herself, which was an outlier among the dwarves, and his facial features were rough but not ugly, and his eyes were deep and compassionate, which reminded people of the statue of God in the temple; Perhaps in order not to be too conspicuous, he kept the beard of the mountain dwarf, but at the same time it was greatly compromised, the thick black beard only extended to the edge of the upper lip, and the beard on the cheek was very neatly trimmed and not messy at all; But even among the mountain dwarves, his hands and feet remained unusually large - they were almost twice the size of ordinary humans.

Vanessa stared at the half-dwarf in front of her for a moment, the candlestick in her hand stained with the blood of horses, glistening in the faint light of dawn.

"You stabbed yourself?" The voice of the mountain dwarf is low and elegant, and if you close your eyes, you will mistake him for a noble lord from a certain country. He looked at Vanessa, and found no wounds on her, but he found that his horse was bleeding, and he glared at the princess in annoyance, and walked over to the horse to treat its wounds.

Vanessa found that his hands, though unusually large, were very dexterous, and that the horse did not kick or move under his careful bandage, nor did he appear to be irritable. When he left the horse, the wounds were magically bound with bandages and fine, neat stitches.

"Ahem, ahem." Vanessa spat out the choked object in her mouth and found herself finally able to speak, "What is this place?" ”

"Here?" The dwarf pointed to his feet, then shook his head solemnly, "I don't know. ”

Vanessa cupped her head, trying to silence the buzzing in her head, "Then you should know why you kidnapped me here, right?" Duke of Mouton. ”

The dwarf was visibly surprised, "We, we haven't officially met—"

"I guess." Vanessa smiled palely, trying to make the other person feel harmless, "I didn't send a rat to spy on you. The implication of this sentence reminded the duke, making it even more misunderstood, and the princess had to retract her words, "When I didn't say it." ”

"Actually, I have no ill will towards you, Your Highness Princess." The Duke looked at Vanessa with those sincere eyes.

"yes, I just agreed to your proposal." Vanessa teased, "Am I mistaken? It seems that I 'indeed' agreed to your unmarried, not to say no. Then why are you—" she pointed to the situation, and then pretended to realize, "Oh, I see, you must be crazy for wanting an heir. Then why did you come to me? Go to a free trade city-state and propose to a noble lady at random, you will have a child in less than half a year, and it will completely help you purge the genes belonging to the dwarves in your blood! ”

Duke Mouton, apparently the most polite of all the crown princes, not only did he not listen to Vanessa's taunt angrily, but went to the saddlebag of his horse to fetch water and a small piece of buttered buckwheat bread for the princess, "I understand your anger at this moment, my princess. Please forgive me for forcing you out of your home in this way, but I have no choice. ”

Family. Vanessa was stunned for a moment, the home he was referring to was Neverwinter. How long has it been since I've thought about Winterfell? Even back in the palace, I never felt like it was my home, and since I was a child, my memories of Neverwinter have never felt like home to me, except for Weimar's kindness and familiarity with the terrain. I didn't feel any joy when I was brought back to Winterfell by Ivan this time, and even if I left again, I didn't have the slightest attachment.

Neverfall is not my home. It's nothing more than an atlas with fragments of childhood, a secret passage to help you escape, and a weight to counterbalance your enemies.

My home is not in Neverwinter, not in Sleeping Dragon, not in Dionysus, not in Redstone.

Where is my home?

The old king next door

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