Pur Niden was uprooted. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Starting from the central castle, the entire management of Purniden seemed to evaporate, doing nothing in the face of the chaos. Or most of the people who can make a difference have already gone to see God.

The soldiers who came out of the port directly occupied the inner city, overturning the whole of Purniden from the inside out, and even the Sunderland troops who rushed from the neighboring area were also fended off outside, and even suffered a certain amount of losses after a few days of fighting.

Sunderland finally realized that in just a few months, the miscellaneous fish in the north had become different from before, and when he focused on the southern countries, the whole north had changed drastically.

This change is almost like that of a man named Raymond. When Rodney's boy and his friends came to Sunderland, it changed like Sunderland.

And what is even more coincidental is that Raymond, who has already cut off most of his body into the ground. Rodney and his adjutant Frossa. At the same time, Wenjiesi was buried in a devastating explosion, no one knew if it was a laboratory accident, and no one could even find their bones, and in an explosion of this magnitude, no clues were left.

However, Raymond has already handed over most of his life, and even his overdrawn life has been handed over to Sunderland, and it will be difficult to live for a few more years without an explosion. In the end, King Pekoli chose to abandon the pursuit of the incident and instead devote himself to the conquest.

Purniden was indeed a very dangerous signal, and King Ambrose re-opened his opponent and put away his somewhat lax vigilance.

At this point, it's not too late to go back and clear the northern barrier. However, without Purniden as a springboard, the pace of advancing northward had to be suspended, and the troops around the border needed to wait for some time for reinforcements and supplies before they could counterattack back, otherwise they might suffer even greater losses.

Raymond and Frosa have already left the capital of Sunderland far behind, and with the help of the mage's guilds all over the continent, even if Raymond is in extremely poor health, he has already reached the position of Sunderland close to the border during this time.

In order to reach their goal, the Glazed Sanctuary in the depths of the Snow Mountain, they also need to cross the border between the two countries, and the convenient teleportation array has already been closed during the battle, and it has become a very troublesome thing to pass through.

If it was fine in the past, but now that Raymond's physical condition is in condition, it will be quite difficult to want Frosa to take him across the border, and the two of them also carry a lot of "blood" supplements, which is very inconvenient to move.

It's just that when the two of them used the teleportation array of the Magician Guild, they used the fake identities they used when they walked the rivers and lakes many years ago, and their level of fake identities was very high, and even a few of them were also well-known guys at that time.

At this time, Raymond and Frosa were in a small town close to the border, and the two old guys didn't dare to go to the big city, so they found some small roads to walk around along the way, just for fear of encountering some people in the city who shouldn't have happened to them, but fortunately, nothing has happened so far. Smoothly pass the border, and there will be no obstacle to the glass church.

The two guys were looking for a tavern at noon, sitting next to the bar and taking a slow sip, Raymond had stopped to take a break since yesterday, and stopped here for a while. After eating something at noon today, the two of them found a bar to relax.

Probably it is rare to see an old man like Raymond who looks old and quite energetic come to the bar, the owner and the bartender all glanced at Raimondo, and after drinking two glasses of wine, several people chatted for a while, anyway, there were no guests at noon, the bar was quite deserted, and there was not even music.

It's not that I don't want to put it, it's just that the gramophone in the bar is broken.

"Why, these two don't look like people who would come to this kind of place," the bar owner counted the inventory in the background, and returned to the front desk, seeing that Raymond and Frosa were still drinking in front of the bar with nothing to do, and even the wine was the same as the one he had just made before he left, and Raymond's wine was almost as if it had not been touched.

By the way, Raymond anyway. Rodney has been dead in the public eye for many years, and no one will react to using his real name directly, anyway, this name is actually quite ordinary, and having a duplicate after so long is nothing.

"There are times when men want to drink." Raymond replied, and after drinking, his voice was even more hoarse than before, but the spirit was still there, and if it weren't for that, the bar owner was a little worried that the old man might suddenly pass away if he drank too high.

The boss came over from the backstage, and after hearing Raymond's answer, he smiled and said, "Haha, it makes sense." ”

"Uh" Raymond put down his wine glass, raised his right hand from under his black coat and pointed to the gramophone on the wall in the distance: "I've fixed that thing for you, quickly put me something to listen to, now like this, the wine doesn't taste right." ”

Without music and without women, drinking simply can't be considered drinking.

"Fixed?" The boss looked over in surprise: "This thing has been broken for a while, and I have found a few craftsmen who have not been able to settle it, and sure enough, the music is all played by some rich masters." ”

"Don't be verbose, go," Raymond urged, taking a sip of his wine and frowning.

The boss hurriedly pushed the bartender next to him, instructed him to go over and get the gramophone, sat down in front of the two of them, and quickly thanked him.

This temperament and spirit, as well as the young man next to him who doesn't talk much, doesn't look like an ordinary person, maybe it's really a rich old man, he really came to his own small shop on a whim, if he didn't entertain well and made any mistakes, I was afraid that he would be angry and he really couldn't eat and walked around.

"Don't be so serious" Raymond knew what he was thinking, and casually slapped the empty wine glass on the table and said, "Two more glasses, whatever the wine, I like nostalgia." ”

So the bartender was quickly recruited back.

The gentle music sounded, which soothed Raymond's whole body, and he felt like he and Frosa and a few other boys were following Angelo's bastard to drink while the teacher was not sneaking out.

It's just that now only Frosa is still with him, Angelo, who will take a few of his guys out to drink, is gone, and the teacher who will punish him for copying notes is gone, thinking about it, I feel a little bit that it's not interesting to live, anyway, except for Frossa, I don't have any other friends.

"Boss" Raymond took the wine glass, raised it and took a big sip, so that the burning sensation spread from his mouth to the entire upper body, and his mental head was shocked.

"Well, is there anything I can do for you?" The boss hurried over and asked.

"Has anything happened lately, nearby, or important, or ......interesting," Raymond said slowly, and burped, probably because of the dryness in his throat, which made him frown.

What's happened ...... recently?

"Hmm......" The boss hesitated, and he didn't know if he should say this big thing, it stands to reason that the other party shouldn't be unaware, but apart from this, I'm afraid there is nothing worth mentioning.

"Say it. Anything goes. Raymond raised his glass and slowly put it down again.

His current body can't help but drink as casually as before, even if he doesn't get drunk, too much alcohol intake will affect the liquid blood circulating in his body, and although the transparent green liquid does not replace the blood, it has also become an indispensable and important part of his body.

"Just the day before yesterday...... boss had no choice but to say: "Purniden is destroyed." ”

Touch.

Raymond didn't react, but Florosa slammed the glass on the table, and the impact caused the wine in the glass to spill out and spill on the table.

The boss scowled his neck suddenly.

"It's okay, you go on," Raymond said, bringing his glass to his lips and slowly tilting his head.

"I heard that the people of Skaloa in the north did it, and it took them two days to break through and destroy the whole of Purniden, and even the surrounding defenders failed to save Purniden."

"Oh?" Raymond was still unmoved, anyway, Senderland's life and death had nothing to do with him: "It's amazing, what's the matter, they dispatched a lot of people?" ”

"I don't know." The boss hurriedly shook his head: "I just heard the mercenaries passing by talk about it, everyone has been talking about this matter in the past few days, but it seems that the surrounding army has suffered a little loss after fighting with them." ”

At this time, Raymond finally frowned and slowly lowered the wine glass.

"Boss" Frosa called, drawing the boss's attention away from Raymond and continuing, "This is what happened the day before yesterday? ”

"Yes, of course, everyone says that, and there shouldn't be anything wrong with that." The boss nodded in reply.

So Florosa also frowned, if this kind of thing just happened, the border line would be much more lively, so that it would be impossible for the two of them to sneak through.

However, Raymond and Florosa had in mind a completely different direction.

"They captured and destroyed Burnny's, and repelled the surrounding troops who came to the rescue, leaving our men to temporarily retreat and wait for more reinforcements?" Raymond asked in a low voice, so that the boss was a little confused whether this was his own talk or a question to himself, and he didn't know whether to answer it himself for a while.

Florosa next to him glared at him, and the boss hurriedly added: "Yes! That should be the case. ”

"Kind of interesting...... Raymond grinned, "So, Skaloa has found the equipment to fight against the Wind Armor?" Scalloa ...... There's a good alchemist. ”

Sunderland's current standard equipment, although not Raymond's best design, is also a good thing, he thinks that it will not be so easy to be understood by other alchemists, but now there is a situation where Sunderland is restrained, about eight achievements are someone cracked his own design.

Maybe after all these years, the Glass Sanctuary has been occupied by the people of Skaloa.

Sure enough, I still have to check it out, Scaloa may be a place that can surprise me.

"Boss" Frosa quietly finished her wine and asked the boss, "We have to cross the border and reach the opposite Skalloa, what can you do?" ”

"This ......" The boss didn't say that there was a way or didn't say no, but his face was embarrassed, and he didn't know whether to say it or not.

Silently, Florosa pulled out a small plate of gold coins and placed it on the table.

"Well, you misunderstood" The boss hurriedly pushed back the gold coin and said: "That's the case, we did have a tunnel leading to the border line, but it has been abandoned for a long time after the war, and I don't know the situation of the exit, so I don't dare to use it like this, you see......"

Raymond slapped the wine glass on the table without saying a word, pushed the gold coin to the opposite side of the bar, and Florosa also stood up with his movements, and then Raymond said to the boss as a matter of course: "Let's go, then what are we waiting for?" (To be continued.) )