"Hey, how are you?" The duke walked towards the princess.

"What about you?" Vanessa sneered, her words pointing to Muton's erased half of his shoulder.

"I'm well taken care of." Muton ignored her and untied the ropes for the Light, "We'd better get out now," he glanced at the banquet in the cavern, the kind of bustle that had been seen so much that saying goodbye would slow him down, and he wanted to leave now, "or they'll drink the sun to the east." ”

"Agreed." Vanessa's face was expressionless. She felt very discouraged, and the wrath of the king in exchange for her life was useless, which greatly disappointed the princess, but it was also good to hone her willpower, and learning to control her anger was not a process of improvement.

Muton smiled and shook his head, and picked Vanessa on his horse, "There are some things that can't be rushed, most of the weapons that have been tempered with magic are easy to break, because they take a shortcut, and this shortcut is not stable, far less solid than the refined iron that has been tempered a lot. ”

"But magic always works best in the first moments of the battlefield." Vanessa and Muton tacitly agreed, "That's an absolute guiding factor for morale, I don't take shortcuts, do I watch the enemy go?" ”

"Temper yourself," Muton said, urging the Light as the horses weave through the rock walls, leaving behind the sound of their hoofs, "make yourself stronger, not win by magic." ”

"When did you become my mentor?" The princess looked back at Mouton, her flowing hair fluttering in the air like a brown-red flame, "As expected, I have never returned from this trip." ”

"No, you won't die," the Duke reached out of Vanessa's waist and let go of the reins, gently wrapping around her waist, "because you have the blood of kings in you." ”

"So you want to be nice to me so that you don't have to fight each other in the future?" Vanessa smiled brightly, and then returned to normal, "It seems that you are not stupid. ”

"I just see in you the obsession with things." "You are very clever and have some brains," said the Duke, "but this is one of the things that bind you. You know, if you want to refine a peerless divine weapon, it is not enough to have a good piece of iron, but also to have enough fire and appropriate wind. ”

"Ho, isn't the fire and wind God gave me enough?" Vanessa laughed, "You know what, you were still studying the blacksmith's bellows in the caverns of the earth while I was rolling on the poisonous blades!" ”

"I don't want to argue, but you need more grinding."

"I need more weapons to prevent myself from being killed by the kidnappers!" Vanessa glared at Muton hatefully, "I'd better care about the crisis in front of me first, and when I leave Haken Island alive, I'll think about the ordeal you mentioned!" ”

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. ”

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