Reckless heroes

Chapter 1: The City Breaks

I don't know if there is an immortal kingdom in this world, but I have truly tasted the pain of losing one. The people on the road were in a hurry, running like headless flies, and the nobles could no longer care about scolding us untouchables for not giving way to them, twisting their fat grease buttocks, desperately burrowing into the pile of us fleeing untouchables. Perhaps, at this moment, they most hope that the Heavenly Warcraft Coalition Flying Force will also treat them as a member of the Untouchables. But the shiny clothes still exposed the target, and large stones fell from the sky with the sound of the wind, and smashed straight on their heads.

With a fish jump, I threw myself into the garbage heap on the side of the road. Just as I was running away, the rocks dropped by the Demon Bird smashed Lord James in Westside into meat sauce. The bright red blood and the white brain juice were mixed together, like leftover meat in a bucket of swill in a restaurant.

"Wow", a few monks who fled for their lives could not see this kind of scene, and fell to their knees and vomited. Before they could finish spitting, stones fell from the sky, turning them into part of the meat sauce. Those rocks were blessed with dark magic, and they were surprisingly accurate, and if they were hit, they would be dead.

Rolling on the garbage heap, I got up and continued to run, carrying the parcel that Mr. James had dropped over my shoulder. Pâté and garbage were not a threat to my physical fitness, and the familiar smell of being an orphan who grew up eating leftovers from buckets of swill and grew up cleaning up trash made a career refresh.

At least, those noble lords will not cover their noses far away when they see me today, and then let the attendants teach me how to make way for them with a leather whip.

"Romeo, Romeo, what are you running around, come with me", a gong-like voice came to my ears, and along with the smell of rotten eggs that drilled into my nostrils. No need to ask, it's my good friends Hamlet and Isabel. People smell the fragrance and know the woman, and I smell the smell and make friends. The two of them also grew up in the slums, with Hamlet being a little older than me, and Isabel being the daughter-in-law that Hamlet's lame adoptive father, Orlando, had picked up for him. From the time she arrives at Hamlet's house, Hamlet has been looking forward to marriage for thirteen years, and according to the laws of the Gamo Empire, a woman cannot marry until she is sixteen years old, so Hamlet has to wait another year for her dream to come true.

The three of us grew up together, about the same age, but we didn't know what day we were born, Hamlet's adoptive father, Orlando, the only ever rich old guy in the slum, arranged our birthday on a lucky day that he calculated, saying that it would bring good luck to the three of us. However, I think that the old guy is actually doing this to save money, after all, it is much more economical to celebrate three children's birthdays at the same time every year than three times, and even birthday eggs can be boiled only one and divided into three portions.

"Where to go"? I asked blankly, avoiding the stone bullets falling from my head, and ran quickly to Hamlet.

"Of course it's going to the palace, there are no guards there, let's go pick up something, don't you always dream of sneaking into the palace one day to play around"? Hamlet replied loudly, not paying attention to the demon-faced bird hovering in the sky. With a slight pick of the dung fork in his hand, he accurately picked up the parcels dropped by the refugees on the ground into the dung truck.

Isabel helps her fiancé with the dung cart, her sallow little face flushed with excitement. Around his necks were chains plucked from the meat sauce, precious stones, gold, silver, and brass. Poor children are thrifty, since the owner of the chain has become meat sauce, we don't need to waste resources, don't you say.

Their actions reminded me that since the Demon Bird and the Elven Archer in the sky only seek out the well-dressed noble lord, what should I hide? Throwing the few blood parcels on my shoulders into the dung truck, I ran to the side of the roadside garbage heap in three steps and two steps, pushed up a garbage truck with a lid, and followed Hamlet.

In the crowd of people who are frantically fleeing for their lives, we have become an absolute outlier in two cars and three people. Many years later, in the taubadours of the troubadours, Hamlet, Romeo, Isabelle, these three names became synonymous with heroes. And that day, the three of us bold untouchables had only one thing in mind, to rob while the fire was on.

We are just struggling pariahs at the bottom, with no land, no occupation, no surname, and even our names are copied from posters in front of the theater. The rise and fall of empires has nothing to do with us.

An enemy Pegasus archer floated through the sky, her eyes drawn to the three of us who were going against the flow of people, commanding a horde of demon-faced birds that circled over us. The people who fled made way for us, so that the stone bullets would not fall and we would suffer from the fish in the pond.

"Hi, honorable general, beauty is with you", I craned my neck and shouted to the sky. The Pegasus shooter, a female elf, took one look at our tattered clothes and car, covered her nose and flew away. The Demon Bird followed her to intercept the nobles and monks. Big Brother Hamlet is right, on us, those magic birds can't waste precious magic stone bullets.

The palace is not far away, just a few turns away. The Triumph Square, which is usually crowded with people, is empty, only the corpses and the emperor's flag. The enemy's ground forces had not yet reached this point, and the guards guarding the palace had already fled to nowhere. This war was fought very strangely, for several months, on the notice of the imperial court, the army of the empire won every battle, and the number of demons eliminated together was more than the total population of the empire, but the battle line has been advancing towards the capital of the empire. "Maybe the empire is trading space for the lives of demon soldiers", Hamlet's adoptive father Orlando once analyzed, but soon he heard the creaking sound of the demon's siege engine. During the defense of the city, he fell ill and died, and his greatest wish before dying was to see the demons defeated and the empire reborn. Fortunately, he left early, otherwise the old guy would have vomited blood when he saw the way he looked today.

Bending down, I picked up a long sword and a suit of armor that someone had thrown down. Hamlet put down the dung cart, snatched the sword, and threw it viciously into the pool in the middle of the square, "Look for death, if you want to be treated as a palace guard by the demon army, get away, don't bother the two of us."

I'm like a warrior, just like me? I looked at my ragged shirt that showed the spring light, and my toes that were restlessly sticking out of the tips of my boots.

"Gray head, hurry up and keep up. The blades of that suit were gilded, not pure gold. There are more valuable things in the palace than this"! Perhaps as an apology, Hamley deliberately called me by my nickname. I said yes, found a command knife with a gem-inlaid handle on the ground and a nice pair of combat boots, and threw it into the garbage truck. The owner of the sword and combat boots must have fled in makeup, and the soldiers killed in the square by the demon air force were some small soldiers. The martial arts of those nobles are only manifested when bullying us pariahs.

Following Hamlet, we rushed in through a small side gate in Miyagi. Bypass the residences of the servants and court ladies and head straight to the emperor's bedchamber. Hamlet makes a living by emptying toilets for nobles, and before the city was broken, he had to rush to the side door of the palace every morning to take the toilet from the handyman. Sometimes the court servants were reluctant to do the dirty work, so they would let him directly into the palace and carry the excrement of the emperor, empress, prince and princess out in wooden barrels.

"Princesses too"? When Hamlet first showed me that he could enter and exit the palace, the expression on my face was like being stung by a scorpion. And his words at that time completely shattered my dream of being a knight, "not only pulling, but also particularly stinking"!

Since then I have understood that the nobles and royalty turned out to be just like us, all human beings, all, only they ate and wore much better clothes than us.

The palace has been turned into a mess, and it seems that there are definitely not only three of us who have the courage to make a fortune here. Relying on their knowledge of wealth, people quickly stuffed the package with something that caught their eyes. No one stopped us, and the demon-faced birds hovering in the sky were too stupid to evolve to the point where they could recognize the value of treasure. The elves on the flying horses ignored us, and they were busy clearing the streets of the resistance and guiding the army into the city.

With Hamlet's familiarity with the terrain of the palace, his dung truck and my garbage truck were quickly filled. In line with the principle of being able to take jewelry without gold coins, gold coins without silver coins, and small items without large items, we have moved property that we have never thought of in our lives. I really don't know what the emperor thinks, when he fled for his life, he didn't care about these valuable things. I knew that I couldn't take it away, why did he levy such a high tax?

"Boy, don't be too greedy, the army of the North Empire is about to be killed, and if you meet the orcs, none of you will have to spend those treasures", a red-faced uncle shouted at me, carrying a dozen packages and jewelry from head to toe.

"Got it, go right away," I promised, and slipped into a fragrant palace. Hamlet and Isabel have been in for a long time, and I am afraid that they will make a mistake and delay the evacuation of the group.

"Hey, tap, chok, here, here, so stupid, stupid to death you"? As soon as I entered the palace door, Isabelle's coquettish voice entered my ears. These two guys didn't do anything good, "rotten eggs, dung balls," I called their nicknames as I rushed into the inner sanctum, and lifted the tent covered with pearls.

The two springy fellows were shoulder to shoulder, head to head, and their faces were as red as cinnabar. Hearing my shout, they all turned around and glared at me with knife-like eyes.

Isabelle's hand was holding half of a beautiful necklace tightly, and the other half of the necklace was stuck in the bedboard. Hamlet's hand sank into the bed, trying to widen the gap and tear the necklace out intact.

"Isn't it just a necklace, we have half a car, let's go," I said disdainfully. But his eyes couldn't help but be attracted by the necklace. This pearl necklace is not the largest I have seen today, but it is the most beautiful, not only are each bead the same size, round and crystalline, but also shimmering with a pale pink luster, and as the gaze turns, a stream of smoke and mist swirls and dances.

"This is the most beautiful necklace we have seen today"! Isabelle shouted angrily, as if I didn't have eyes.

"Half stuck at the head of the bed, half not on the board," adds Hamlet aloud, as the two are fiancée, working together as neatly as acting.

"This shows that there is a tunnel under the bed."

"I just can't find the mechanism, maybe the treasures in the tunnel are more valuable."

…….

Can't stand this little couple! I looked around and picked up a colorful coral tree more than two meters high at the door, "Let's go...... Smash, smash your feet", and with all my strength, I threw the coral tree onto the bed.

The designer of the mechanism probably didn't expect someone to do this without valuing his wisdom, and the bed board shook, and a large crack cracked open. Ishabel quickly pulled out the pearl necklace. Hamlet, seeing that my savage method had worked, picked up the coral tree again and slammed it the bed.

With a click, the coral tree broke into several pieces. The bed board was also shattered, and a large black hole was revealed under the window. Lighting a candle, Hamlet was the first to jump down.

A dazzling white light emanated from the tunnel, followed by a terrible scream. It's broken, the dung ball is ambushed. I pulled out my close-fitting dagger and leaped down. The dazzling white light hit me again, shining warmly.

Holy light attack, this is the Terran mage's trick to deal with the demon warrior. I've heard this trick from the old guy who died, and the white light can make the whole body of the unsuspecting blue-blooded demon ache like a steel knife scraping bones. It's a pity that Hamlet and I are not demons, and rubbing my eyes that are dazzled by the holy light, I can finally see the scene in the tunnel clearly.

The opponent was a little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in an ivory robe trimmed with ribbons and jade, with many sparkling gems and gold ornaments on her head, and a ruby cane in her hand. Hamlet was caught off guard just now, and his eyes were dazzled by the white light coming from the girl's cane. Hear me jump down, staggering up straight, and standing in a horn with me.

The little girl's hoarse screams were more devastating to us than the Light attack. As if she had been stepped on by the tail, she waved her cane desperately and muttered something about us, presumably threatening us two orcs not to go over, or else what would happen to us. However, in addition to emitting holy light, her cane can only spray hail and water droplets.

Listening to her shouts, a nameless karmic fire rushed to my head. Lao Tzu is indeed not handsome, and his clothes are in tatters. But it's not so ugly as to be in the company of orcs. Before I could make a move, Hamlet's big fist, who had just lost face, had already hit the girl in front of her.

"Don't...", I shouted at the same time as Isabel, who had just jumped off, but it was too late. Seeing that Hamlet's fist was about to hit the girl in the face, the girl with the staff leaned back and fell straight down. She was actually stunned by the three of us.

"Hurry up, the ground forces of the Norse Empire will be here in a moment," I reminded Hamlet as I pulled the staff out of the girl's hand. In addition to confiscating all the girl's jewelry, the attentive Isabel searched the cellar carefully, and sure enough, she found a pile of rare treasures and a few beautiful clothes. In this case, politeness is always superfluous. Isabelle and I wrapped up our clothes and crawled out of the cellar.

After a moment's hesitation, Hamlet resisted the fainting girl and followed us.

"What are you doing behind her", Isabel turned her head sharply, spotted Hamlet's actions, and asked sensitively. By the daylight of the doorway, I could see the girl's creamy complexion and small nose. In these two points, it is already much stronger than Isabel.

"Be Romeo's daughter-in-law, don't be cheap for nothing! Hamlet smacked at me, threw the girl into my garbage truck, and pulled a small tree over the jewels and the girl's clothes.

Teng, who never knew what blushing was, suddenly felt a fire on my cheeks, pushed the car, and complained as I ran out: "Who is rare, such a stupid woman, it must be the idiots of the royal family who are close relatives marrying." I don't know how to bring food and water when I dig into the ground, so we don't need to dig her, and in two days she will be hungry herself, and she will run out obediently to be a prisoner of the demons."

"Well, leave her, Romeo, and you won't regret it then. Go this way, take the little gate in the direction of the dump", Hamlet pushed the manure truck and walked briskly past me. There was already a noisy sound of killing outside the palace walls, accompanied by the whistling of feathered arrows, and the screams of human beings on their deathbed reached my ears. It was the ones who had taken the treasure and ran out through the front door, and they happened to be blocked by the Norse soldiers. The orc warriors laughed wildly, singing and dancing in pools of human blood.

"Forget it, I'll send a kindness today, I hope you won't regret it in the future", looking at the white wrist of the girl in the garbage truck, I muttered in a low voice and sped up to run towards the garbage dump. Passed through the side gate of the palace, burrowed into the alley, evaded the pursuit of the orcs, and returned to the south of the city, the slum I was familiar with. Along the way, we met several groups of elven and orc warriors, and when they saw our tattered clothes and dirty garbage trucks, they all covered their noses from afar.

Chapter II: Responsibility

A few days after returning home, Hamlet begins to regret that he should not have relented in the moment to save the little girl. It's not because the girl is arrogant, to be honest, among the aristocracy, this girl is an alternative. I didn't shout in my garbage truck along the way, and when I got to the slums, I tried not to put up an aristocratic shelf, and I was able to talk to Isabel.

This gave me every reason to believe that in the cellar that day, she was not really scared by us, but pretended to be dead. On the day the city broke, the royal family members and palace guards fled, hiding, and left her alone. So after recognizing that Hamlet and I were not orcs, she tricked us into taking her out of the palace.

According to the common sense that old Orlando taught me during his lifetime, the rank of the nobles is directly proportional to the degree of cunning, and the higher the rank, the more cunning the nobles. And that day Hamlet and I picked up a princess, the top of the nobility. Her portrait and name are posted on a notice board in front of the slum. The new ruler of the city, the Marshal of the Norse Empire, announced that the person who handed over Princess Jenny, regardless of his previous status, could immediately join the ranks of the nobles of the Norse Empire, and was given 100,000 gold coins and the status of a high-ranking demon.

In order to prevent me and Hamlet from being tempted by the enemy, Princess Jenny racked her brains. Not only did she help Ishabel with the housework and clean up our kennel-like shack, but she also instructed Ishabel on how to groom and even condescend to recognize Ishabel as her sister.

"Brother-in-law, you won't exchange me for gold coins", after eating a mouthful of porridge made of coarse oats and wild vegetables, the little princess stared at Hamlet and asked coquettishly. That day, she changed into the old clothes worn by Isabelle, and looked like the neighbor's little sister, and her innocent eyes revealed the attachment of a child to an adult. Whether the expression is faked or not, for Hamlet and Isabelle, it's a one-hit stunt.

"Of course not, your brother-in-law hates aristocrats the most", Isabelle patted Jenny on the shoulder, and said in her place.

"I knew that my brother-in-law was a good person", the little princess smiled happily and gulped down the vegetable porridge, as if it was something good that she had never eaten in her life.

Two brothers-in-law, 100,000 gold coins in the soup. These aristocrats really know how to do business. But this is not enough for me and Hamlet to regret it, and our biggest headache is that Her Royal Highness in her dreams thinks of us as brave men in fairy tales. After making sure that she would not be handed over to the demons, she began to persuade us to help her restore her kingdom in casual conversations, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Hamlet, do you know that your name comes from a prince, and your teacher, Orlando, whose name comes from the greatest knight in the world"?

This was the most common opening statement in a few days, and Hamlet hugged his head and turned and got out of the shed. He had nowhere to go, and the slums, where there were no people outside, were the safest place to take refuge.

"As for you, Romeo, your name comes from an innocent nobleman whose story can make people cry wet three handkerchiefs". Jenny saw Hamlet fleeing, turned the target of the attack to me, her long eyelashes slowly drooped, and then slowly opened, and between opening and closing, a piece of ** appeared in her blue eyes.

"But I think they're all well-fed, hungry people don't know romance, and by the way, my name comes from a poster picked up from the garbage dump, and it has nothing to do with innocence." According to aristocratic etiquette, it is too rude for me to speak to a woman with affection in such a tone. But I was telling the truth, and it was the one that would make Princess Jenny give up her dream of restoration.

From the news from the street rumors in the past few days, the Jiamo Bowl Empire no longer exists. The emperor was found in a dry well, and it is said that he wanted to commit suicide at that time, but he was stuck in the middle of the well by his oil belly, and he could not go down or up. After the demons pulled him up with a rope, they escorted him to the birthplace of the Norse Empire, the Northern Ice Plain. It's only green for three months a year, and I've never heard of anyone going there and coming back alive.

Two big tears swirled in Princess Jenny's eyes, this was her second nirvana. When I was a child, I was grabbing food with people in a bucket of swill, and a little beggar girl used this trick to make me hungry for three days in a row, and on the fourth day, while she was pretending to cry, I grabbed the food in her hand and ate it. So, I'm very immune to the tear offensive. As soon as I bowed, I also ran out of the shed. Not afraid of Jenny, but afraid of Isabelle, who was washing dishes by the public pool, coming back, misunderstanding that I had plotted against the little princess.

"Don't you have any nostalgia for the Kamo Bowl Empire," the princess put away her tears and followed behind us unrelentingly. It was mealtime, and the slum air was filled with the smell of choking cooking smoke and rotten vegetable leaves. Jenny, who grew up in the palace, can stay here, and her perseverance is really admirable.

Hamlet turns around, points to the dilapidated shack and says, "Jenny, we are untouchables, do you know what untouchables are?"

In the Empire of the Jarmas, the first class were the nobles, the second class were the monks and officials, the third class were the commoners, and the fourth class were the untouchables who lived in shacks and did the hardest work, and everyone looked down upon. After a few days of observation, the little princess has experienced first-hand what the word untouchable contains.

"But, brother-in-law, you are subjects of the Garmo Bowl Empire," she apparently did not understand Hamlet's words. I sneered and took over, "In the Jiamo Bowl Empire, we are fourth-class people. Now that we have changed to the Norse Empire, we are still fourth-class people, and we are all slaves, is there a difference"?

Another layer of mist clouded Jenny's eyes, and in addition to grievances, I saw a deep despair. I can assure you that no one in this shack area cares about the name of the emperor and the country. The Norse Empire is coming, the first class is the demons, the second class is their allies elves and orcs, and the third class is the human race in the north that was conquered early and made war exploits for the demons in the south. The fourth-class people are those of us who have been conquered, whether they are commoners or nobles, and we are collectively called outcasts.

Over and over again, we're still fourth.

"If you help me restore the kingdom, I promise that you will become nobles, and I can now canonize you as knights, in the name of the Jama Bowl." Princess Jenny refuses to give up and struggles, looking for hope in despair.

Hamlet and I looked at each other with mockery in our eyes.

"Don't you want to change your identity, don't you even have a dream"? The princess took out the classic speech from the textbook and began to speak.

"If we hand you over, you can become a nobleman now"!

Ishabel had come back from washing the dishes at some point, and in the basket was not only our dishes and chopsticks, but also a notice. It depicts the little princess at the palace, holding her ruby cane. It was the scepter of the Kamo Bowl Empire, one of the symbols of the throne. Now, the bounty for her has risen to 200,000, plus the status of nobility and the official position of the lord of Delphi City.

Chapter 3 Dreams

Jenny was wrong that day, we weren't without dreams. It's just that the dreams of the untouchables are never the same as those of the aristocracy.

My dream is to open a grain store, so that every morning when I wake up I can see all kinds of food, smell the food, I will no longer dream of hunger, and I can sleep soundly.

Hamlet and Isabelle's dreams are a little more noble than mine, their dream is to open a butcher's shop, they want to eat the front leg and eat the front leg, and they want to eat the back leg and eat the hind leg. You can still watch while eating, and you don't have to chew and swallow slowly.

In the entire slum, only the dream of old Orlando is that the country is strong enough to annex the Norse Empire. It's a pity that when he woke up, the army of the Norse Empire had already attacked the city, and Old Orlando couldn't swallow it in one breath and died of anger.

When the rumors of the hunt for the princess in the city fade away, we set out to make our dream come true. Hamlet handed me twenty gold coins, and I honored him to the new orc sheriff of Delphi, and he gave me four papers of merit without even looking at them, and asked me to add my name as I like.

Half a month later, we opened a chain store near the Gongmin Settlement in Delphi City, one selling grain and the other meat. This courtyard was the outer residence of a former nobleman, and it was confiscated by the orcs and auctioned. During the war, the property was not worth much, and it didn't cost a few gold coins to buy it. We buried the jewels from the palace deep in the back garden, waiting for the day when the storm calmed down. I estimate that the money from the sale of these jewels will definitely be enough food for the three of us for a lifetime.

We didn't count Jenny, she's not one of us. We plan to secretly send her south when the wind calms down completely.

In the south of the continent, south of the Yar River, there is a general named Flarenel who assisted the little princess's brother, Prince Charles, to re-establish the Garmo Bowl Empire. A sudden burst of fog engulfed the Gnoirs' vanguards, and the Norse Empire was unable to cross south until the fog cleared.

The news of the continuation of the empire excited the little princess for several days, at least, so that she would not have to marry me, a fellow who has no ambition and chivalry.

The butcher's shop and the grain store were next to each other, Isabel and I were buddies, Hamlet was in charge of the goods, and Jenny was hiding in the backyard and was in charge of the accounting. This little princess who can't cook or wash clothes is not useless, she has a good business acumen, and those light magic can make our food and meat look fresher than other shops.

People can skip the theatre and play with jewelry, but they can't skip meals. Therefore, the grain and butcher shops were very prosperous, and there was a lot of money every day.

Everyone is happy with their life now, except Jenny. Pulling out the wooden sticks for arithmetic, she complained depressedly, "It's too much, we've only earned a total of sixty-three silver coins in the past few months, but thirty-seven of them have to be taxed, and ten of them have to be taken out to honor the nobles in the city, busy and busy, we have the least left, these shameless fellows, it's too much"!

"It's already good, the demons didn't have a commercial law, all the tax systems were copied from the Kamo Bowl Empire, and they also minus the war tax", Isabel smiled and comforted her. After a few months of abundant food and clothing, Isabel looked noticeably prettier than before, her face had changed from sallow yellow to pink white, and her skin was as delicate as fat. The tall figure and the smiling appearance make people want to be in a daze involuntarily.

It took me a long time before I realized that the little princess Jenny was crying, there was no sound, and tears fell like pearls. This time her nirvana took out all of us, and Hamlet, Isabel, and I were at a loss to comfort this little creature who didn't know what to do. Truth be told, she's not a bad person, and we like her too. But different life backgrounds make us unconsciously hurt each other.

Since then, Jeanne has never asked me to be a knight to restore the kingdom of the Kama. For a while she became silent, but soon regained her lively and cheerful girlish nature. Hamlet says she's grown up, and I think she's grown a lot taller. The food cooked by Isabel is certainly more suitable for the body than the food in the palace, privately, I thought. She and Jenny look like two flowers, and even if they walk out of the store with a headscarf, they will attract the attention of many people. People often come to our store, not to buy something, but to catch a glimpse of Isabelle. But at the sight of Hamlet and my hands-on arms, the young people flinched.

Hamlet alone can lift a dead cow. I can carry four bags of wheat at a time, and we think that strength is the source and guarantee of a peaceful life, but we are all wrong.

As the war between the North and the South stabilized, the strange fog over the Yar River blocked the Norse Empire's southward march, and some people say that the eldest princess of the empire sacrificed her life to the god of water, which triggered this murderous fog. I'm not interested in lore, but the benefits of the fog are obvious. The Fog Barrier became a nightmare for the northern army, and at the same time, it also became an obstacle for the southern Jiamo Bowl to regain lost territory in the north. Both the North and the South were unwilling, but both reluctantly admitted this reality. Delphi City has returned to its former prosperity, and demons, elves, and orcs are singing every night like the Terran nobles of yesteryear.

A few months later, under the guidance of the little princess Jenny, I went to the black market with my mask. He sold the most inconspicuous pieces of jewelry in his hand and exchanged them for two bags of gold coins. I never thought that jewelry was so valuable, and my eyes lit up with excitement when I thought of the real treasures buried in my home.

Hamlet wears a mask and takes great pains to find the underground mercenary organization in the tavern, and the people in it take him forty gold coins, and promise him to escort a man to the south when the next fog of the Yar River clears.

The future looks so good, and in two months, Isabel will be able to marry Hamlet and be my sister-in-law, and I look forward to that day, and I will have extra strength to work.

A month before Hamlet and Isabelle's wedding, I accompanied Hamlet to the sheriff to apply for marriage. "It's Hamlet and Isabelle," the orc sheriff asked with a grin as he took their identification and marriage report. The old guy can still recognize the proof of his sale, and he is very kind to me. But his next sentence knocked me into the abyss, "It's okay to get married, I can stamp it." Congratulations, but the night before the wedding I have to let Isabel go to Lord Lawrence's house, he is the master of you heroes."

Lord Lawrence, on the eve of the wedding? Hamlet and I are at a loss. Seeing that I was dumbfounded, the kind magistrate explained to us in detail the laws of the Norse Empire, and that in the conquered lands, the right of the bride of the conquered nation to the first night belonged to the nobility.

Hearing this, the green tendons on Hamlet's forehead suddenly popped out, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes. Seeing that the situation was not good, I hugged Hamlet hard to keep him calm. Then he took out two gold coins and put them in the hands of the sheriff, "Trouble lord, can we redeem it with money, can we redeem that first night right"?

"I'll ask for you, don't worry," the sheriff agreed to be accommodating in his face on the gold coin. Days passed, and when he was really embarrassed to receive our gold coins, he blushed and told me that it had not been done. "You also know that Isabelle is a famous beauty in the neighborhood, and Lawrence's nephew has been waiting for this day for a long time, and it doesn't matter how much money you have"! Seeing that my face turned blue in an instant, the sheriff patted me on the shoulder and admonished: "Bear with me, young man, isn't it just one night?" Don't mess around, or the whole family will be put to death!"

I didn't need to say a word, from my pale face, everyone in the family knew the answer. Isabel didn't cry, Hamlet didn't go crazy again, we're all children under human feet, trampled and we know how to survive.

"Hand me over, so that you can all be crowned noble, and you don't have to pay for the right to the first night," Jenny said sadly, and at some point, she changed into the cumbersome princess dress again, and her expression was very calm, as if it was not she who was handed over.

"Good idea," Isabel said with a smile, patting Jenny on the head, tears streaming down her cheeks, "but you're my sister, and I won't trade my sister for my happiness."

"I am the true heir of the Kamo Bowl Empire, the only daughter of the Empress and Emperor. Charlie's brother was born to a side concubine. Come with me to the south, I will exchange the throne with Charlie, so that there will be no more untouchables in the Garmo Bowl", the little princess startled all of us as soon as she spoke. "I swear in the name of the gods of heaven that in this life there will be no more untouchables in the Kama Bowl and that the nobles will bear their due obligations."

"It's your dream, little fool," says Hamlet, smiling, patting Jenny on the head. He believed that Jenny was the first heir to the empire, and the wanted notice posted by the demons was very clear at the time. But it is always a dream to make the untouchables disappear and the nobles to bear the corresponding obligations, and it is because of this dream that Hamlet's adoptive father Orlando fell from the nobility to the untouchables, and we know how difficult it is, and we don't want Jenny to repeat the mistakes of old Orlando.

In the backyard, we dug up the jewelry again and loaded it onto a garbage truck. I found the command knife and armor I had picked up that day, and my combat boots. Hamlet goes to the black market to buy what he needs, and in a filthy tavern, we find the liaison of the underground mercenaries again, and after bargaining, the gold is paid for sixty. Sixty gold coins, and hired them to escort us out of Delphi, to the banks of the Yar, and wait for the fog to clear and cross south.

Chapter 4 Contracts

Under the leadership of the leader of the mercenaries, the soldiers guarding the gate collected fifty copper yuan and opened the corner gate for us. The city of Delphi gradually becomes a small bright spot behind it, and at night, it looks as peaceful as a sleeping pearl. Growing up, I lived there and never found it so beautiful.

"Push harder, before the sun comes out, we will rush to the foot of the mountain village, and then follow the forest area to the Feiyundu by the Yar River and hide it, and when the fog on the river clears next spring, we can cross the river." At dawn, the mercenary leader said to the exhausted little princess. He had very bright eyes, and after a night of observation, I think he guessed that Jenny in men's clothes was a girl.

"Jenny, if you can't walk, just sit in the car, I'll push you", looking at Jenny's exhausted appearance, I said generously. After all, unlike us children who grew up in the wilderness, she didn't suffer much.

"I'm not tired, I'm just a little sleepy", Jenny covered her mouth and yawned softly. There was an indescribable flair to her lazy appearance, and even though she was wearing men's clothes, she still stunned several mercenaries.

A bearded mercenary came over, patted me on the shoulder, and said with a grin: "Is it your daughter-in-law, boy, so beautiful, no wonder the pervert of the Lawrence family will be targeted." ”

"No, no, she's my sister", I quickly explained because of the ambiguous eyes of the bearded man. Hearing my words, several mercenaries laughed out loud. A big man jumped on the stone and sang loudly in the morning light: "Beautiful sister, your eyes make me breathless, your smile makes me confused and intoxicated, please get into my crystal carriage, tonight, you will be my only lover".

"Boom", everyone laughed at my broken garbage truck, although Isabel cleaned it up, as long as it was a person from the Jiamo Bowl Empire, it could reveal its original identity at a glance.

With the sun and laughter, I heard the sound of feathered arrows breaking through the air. The sound is so out of harmony with the surrounding scenery. Hiss, hiss, hiss, the mercenary who was singing just now clutched his chest, and blood spurted into the air through his fingers, staining the rising sun red. A dozen Pegasus archers hovered in midair, arrows on their bows glowing with a faint blue light.

"Mercenaries, leave people behind, I'll let you go", the Pegasus shooter who led the team was unwilling to start a bigger conflict, pressed down the horse's head, and made reconciliation conditions.

"Darmon, we are mercenaries, do you know the rules for mercenaries", the big mercenary leader laughed, drawing his scimitar. A few mercenaries quickly surrounded us in the middle, shielding our bodies with shields.

The first article of the mercenary code is that you can lose your life, but you can't lose your reputation.

A gentle morning breeze blew from the south, and at that moment, I heard the sound of the wind blowing through the branches. Like a willow flute, he sings deep and shallow tunes.

"You are very brave, but Delphi can't let these fugitives become an example for young people", the Pegasus archer smiled, and suddenly pulled up in mid-air, and the whole team of Pegasus horses formed an arc, far away, circling, and on the edge of the arc, feathered arrows flew in with the sun, taking the lives of the mercenaries.

The mercenaries built a wall with their shields, barely resisting the attack of the feathered arrows. Behind the shield, several mercenaries took out a hard crossbow from their backs, stepped on it with their feet, and with a thunderclap, a rain of shining arrows rushed into the air.

Feathers fluttered, wings snapped, and two Pegasus shooters fell from the sky screaming. A sticky liquid was running down my ear, and I touched it with my hand, and it was blood. When I looked up, I saw that the bearded mercenary who was guarding me had fainted, and the Pegasus Archer's feathered arrow was stuck in his shoulder, but his shield was hidden above my head.

Accustomed to seeing death, I suddenly felt a little sad, and after only one night together, these mercenaries seemed to have been my friends for many years. Picking up the crossbow of a fallen mercenary, I shot wildly into the air. The brute force I used to do my work allowed me to shoot my crossbow without my feet, and I could shoot much faster than others. I didn't have the right head, but no Pegasus shooter would have the courage to bet that I wouldn't be able to shoot him with the next arrow. Hamlet grabbed another powerful crossbow and stood beside me, the tip of the crossbow moving with the movement of the Pegasus shooter, and suddenly, he pulled the trigger.

"Peng", a cloud of blood mist fell in midair, and a Pegasus shooter covered his throat in disbelief and fell straight from the horse's back. Pegasus, who had lost his master, fled and disappeared far away. Behind me, little princess Jenny let out a low chant, a cloud of white light enveloping the bearded body, and the bleeding hole in his shoulder gradually closed, the blood stopped, and his breathing slowly evened.

"Oh my God, that girl is a healer", the mercenaries exclaimed, and they all carried the injured over, and the little princess pulled out the ruby staff from my garbage truck and sang a nice song in a low voice. White light shrouded the injured mercenaries one after another, and several of the less lightly injured mercenaries quickly woke up. Grab your weapons and get back into the fight.

The encounter ended in a crushing victory for the mercenaries, and we paid the price of seven dead and twenty wounded, shooting down eleven Pegasus archers. The news that followed the whole day of the group on the run for their lives, resisting arrest with weapons, and shooting half a squad of Pegasus shooters, was enough to shake the whole of Delphi.

In the evening, a small group of orc cavalry was scattered by the mercenaries, and the leader's face became very ugly. There are still more than ten miles from the forest area, and most of the mercenaries, like me, have no strength to run anymore. Far north, thick smoke and dust rose from the heavens and the earth, and it was the regular army of the Norse Empire.

A girl with a ruby cane that uses light healing magic. Such a girl is really rare in the Terrans, and after receiving the information provided by the Pegasus shooter who returned from the rout, a fool can also judge who the mercenaries are escorting.

"The price of sixty gold coins to protect a capital city, two hundred thousand gold coins, the boss has lost a lot of money on this deal", the bearded man broke me half a piece of black bread, and said with a smile, "Boy, I can't see that you are not small, among the guards of the palace, I have never seen anyone who dares to fight against the Pegasus archer."

"We are not palace guards, we are orphans in the slums", Hamlet proudly replies, and in our eyes those guards are rubbish.

"If you go back, we can go separately now, if we continue this contract, when we arrive at the destination, the contents of the car will be divided into half of everyone." Isabelle didn't hesitate to take my cart of jewelry as a commission.

The mercenaries let out a cheer, and when the little princess lifted the lid of the garbage truck in the morning, someone saw the jewels inside. The tall leader snorted coldly and repeated, "Sixty gold coins, the contract is not over yet." Tip, we'll talk about it when we get to the South Bank"!

A funny guy, Hamlet and I looked at each other and laughed. The little princess Jenny sat on my garbage truck, fighting with the last bit of physical strength to bless everyone with blessing magic. The illusion of magic made us forget our fatigue for a while, and we ran as hard as we could, and finally reached the Blue Moon Forest when it was dark.

Growing up so big, I've never been so far from home. The Blue Moon Forest is a beautiful deciduous forest, and it is said that the full moon here is pale blue. When the bowl was not perished, poets came here every year to find inspiration.

The full moon rose, and sure enough, it was pale blue, with a faint flush around it, like Isabelle's smiling face when she was shy.

"It's a full moon again, his grandmother's", looking at the full moon in the sky, the mercenary leader scolded in confusion.

"Uncle, don't you like this moonlight", the little princess Jenny protested in a low voice, her eyes looking big and bright in the moonlight.

"It's the season of the leaves, there are no leaves overhead, and the full moon is the enemy of the fugitives," explains the bearded man, gasping. As soon as his words fell, the mercenary at the end of the line had already let out an exclamation.

On the aqua blue sky, a dark cloud floated in the distance. There was no wind, but the cloud drifted extremely fast, and in the moonlight, it was as strange as a vampire's mantle. A faint fishy smell wafted through the air and into everyone's nostrils.

"It's a demon-faced bird," someone exclaimed. Yes, it's the Demon Face Bird, the air unit of the Demon Race, and they are the ones who make the defenders of Delphi City lose their fighting spirit. In the moonlight, the sinful birds flew closer and closer, and faintly, I could already see the phosphorescent light of the magic stone projectiles under their claws.

"Quickly retreat into the forest, disperse your movements, and cling to the trunk of the tree. Peter, you take a few people to protect the little princess", shouted the mercenary leader, and led everyone into the forest. The Demon Bird quickly caught up, and stones continued to fall from the sky, smashing the mercenaries who couldn't dodge to pieces.

Hamlet uses his winter skills to shoot birds and hides himself behind the trunk of a tree. A mercenary ran past him with a shield in his hand, and several demon-faced birds quickly followed, smashing the stone bullet desperately on the mercenary's head. "Ding", the bowstring snapped, and the two overexcited demon birds were pierced together by Hamlet's crossbow arrows, and the mercenary was covered in stinking blood.

"We are also the first mercenary on the continent to be chased and killed by the Demon Air Force", the old mercenary laughed loudly, threw out his scimitar, and cut down another demon bird that was panicking and dodging.

"Pegasus shooters who lead the team, they are the commanders of the Demon Birds", shouted the mercenary leader as he ran. In order to attract the fire of his pursuers, he did not dare to hide too close to us, and almost his entire body was exposed to enemy fire. A Pegasus shooter saw the bargain and rushed towards him with the Devil-Faced Bird, his wings spreading slightly, and the rain of stones covered the sky.

"Bang, bang", "bang, bang", the smashed trees fell to the ground, and the Pegasus shooter shook the reins and pulled the Pegasus up in satisfaction. At this moment, a dazzling golden light suddenly flashed from under the stump of a dead tree, and the long sword in the hand of the mercenary leader emitted a sword aura, which directly took Pegasus.

Bending the bow, taking the arrow, "bang", the golden flowers splashed everywhere, and the Pegasus archer shattered the sword qi with feather arrows. In the moment of his distraction, the crossbow arrow in Hamlet's hand hit him in the neck.

"Poof", the crossbow bolt passed through his throat, and the Pegasus archer glanced at the embarrassed young man in the woods in surprise, and fell off the back of Pegasus unwillingly. The demon-faced birds under his command scattered in a hurry, flapping their wings and fleeing into the distance.

More Pegasus shooters spotted us, and the goofy-faced birds quacked and flew in. Fleeing, fleeing for my life, I no longer feel hungry, my chest is hot as if it is about to explode, and my mouth is filled with a faint bitter taste. Ishabel sacrificed her life and money, pushing the treasure to the depths of the woods as best she could. Poor Jenny was already frightened and stupid, sitting in my garbage truck, her little face whiter than the moonlight.

At this moment, there was a sudden faint sound of music between the jungles, like a shepherd boy riding on the back of an ox, happy and lonely. In the lingering flute, there is also a girl's chuckle, and the poet's whisper, which sets off the sword light and sword shadow in front of him more and more mysterious.

A rich smell of toast entered my nose, and my stomach rumbled. Knowing that there was a trap ahead, I involuntarily followed the mercenaries' footsteps and moved there. My mind was dizzy, and I completely ignored the danger above my head.

The pale blue fire was extinguished in the glade with music. Beside the fire, there sat a group of gorgeously dressed people, as well as two dozen handsome teenagers and beautiful women dancing around the bonfire. The sound of fighting in the woods, the rain of blood falling from the sky, and the wails of the mercenaries when they fell, they turned a deaf ear.

"Hide by the campfire, don't eat their food, don't drink water", the mercenary leader shouted, and rushed to the bonfire first, and the mercenaries who fled for their lives ran out of the forest as if they had been pardoned, and desperately approached the fire. With me, there were nineteen people left, and our arrival did not bother the master at all, and the girl who played the flute simply glanced up at our blood-soaked clothes and went on with her playing. The girl who played the harp was more engaged, not noticing the arrival of the guests. Only an old man in a black cloak, with eyebrows about the length of his beard, snorted coldly and stuck his cane in the dirt beside him.

Around the fire, the dancing of young girls is intoxicating. The girls wore very little clothing, blue flames illuminated their bare waists, and silver bells adorned their wrists, ankles, and navels made a melodious jingle to the movements of the dance. With the rhythm of this bell, the bonfire seemed to come to life, a flame rose, and gradually transformed into a human form, the long hair composed of flames, the faces composed of flames, and the limbs composed of flames, swirling and dancing with the music.

Above our heads, Pegasus shooters and demon-faced birds circled in the moonlight like dark clouds. Don't dare to block the moonlight on the fire, and don't dare to smash bows and arrows and magic stone bullets into the crowd.

The flame beauty hooked her fingers, and a silver cup filled with fine wine flew lightly in front of me. The smell of the ale swept away my soul, and I was about to reach for the cup when I poured cold water on the head of the little princess Jenny. Her water-based magic can't attack enemies, but it's more than enough to wash my face.

The scalp tightened, and the silver cup in front of him fell to the ground. The aromatic ale seeps into the earth, making the taste even more intoxicating. The demon-faced bird surrounded in mid-air was about to fly down several times, but was desperately greeted by the Pegasus shooter, unwillingly flapping its wings around the campfire.

Beside the blue flames, no one spoke, only music, wine, handsome teenagers, stunning beauties, everything looked so weird. The night breeze blew through my wet hair, sending chills all over my body, but I was powerless to move my body away from the fire. One of the mercenaries jumped up and reached for the barbecue by the campfire, and as soon as he reached halfway through his hand, the leader of the mercenaries beat him back with a branch. Another mercenary provoked, and fell to the fire with a piece of the food in front of him, and despite the leader's obstruction, he grabbed the food on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth. The little princess Jenny poured cold water on her head and woke it up, and the food fell to the ground, and the mercenary retreated, but her eyes were staring at the food underground like a wolf, and she refused to leave for half a minute.

Gurgle, cluck, cluck, a few mercenaries struck up and down with their teeth, and at the same time stretched out their hands to the silver platter in front of them, rich wine, fragrant barbecue, this temptation was impossible to refuse. I used a twig to interfere with their hands while beckoning the little princess to release the water, and after a few blows, the hungry mercenary drew his knife and slashed at my arm. Before I could answer, Isabel's waist was suddenly embraced, and as I watched the mercenaries pick up the silver plates, Hamlet picked up the wine glass, and Jenny, who remembered to wake me up with cold water, walked to the fire step by step, her eyes empty.

Quack, quack, the demon-faced bird in the sky chirped happily, hovering and flying, its wings flapping into gusts of wind.

"I don't know what is alive or dead", the black-robed old man who had been sitting by the fire suddenly stood up, pulled out his cane, and let out a rapid whistling from his mouth, the music stopped abruptly, the dancing boys and girls disappeared from the ground, and the bonfire burst out instantly, turning the flame beauty into a lightning bolt and splitting it in the air. The old man's cane glowed with a dazzling white light, surrounding me, the mercenary, Hamlet and Isabel. As the old man roared, the ball of light rose bigger and bigger, as if a huge light curtain was being supported in the glade. With a bang, the light curtain exploded, silver-white fragments flew into the air, everything that was close to the white light was cut into pieces, and dozens of demon-faced birds turned into corpses and fell from mid-air. The Pegasus shooter who led the team jumped early, did not dare to turn back, and desperately flapped his mount to escape from the forest.

The light curtain dissipated, and the cold moon shone a pale blue light in the sky. The campfires are gone, the food is gone, and the wine is gone. The mercenaries watched the food disappear into thin air, and were surprised to close their mouths. Plopping, the beard fell to his knees, beads of sweat dripping from his beard into the dirt.

"Thank you old mage for your help", the mercenary leader, who was the first to recover from the shock, bowed to the black-robed mage with an extremely respectful attitude.

"No, it's just a good deal", the old man in black replied with a casual look, staring at Jenny and asking, "You, you, how could you get involved with these people, what happened to the Empire"?

"Master Meyer, why are you here?" The little princess Jenny walked towards the old man in black step by step as if she had lost her soul. Suddenly, her mouth flattened, and she threw herself into the arms of the old mage like a child and cried loudly, "Teacher Meyer, the Garmo Bowl is dead, the demons, they have broken Delphi"!

Lost country? The old man stood there as if he had been electrocuted, and let Jenny cry in his arms. By the moonlight, I saw a drop of shiny something rolling down the corner of his eye.

"It's Archmage Sid Meyer, I didn't expect him to be alive, I should have thought of the forbidden spell he cast just now", the beard muttered softly behind my back, lit a bonfire with a fire knife, and baked the food we had brought with us.

While eating, I heard the news from the mercenaries one after another, and I knew that everyone had just walked in front of death. The old man Jenny is attached to is Sid Meyer, the only forbidden spell mage on the continent who can cast the Light of Destruction. The blow that crushed the Demon Face Bird just now was the power of the Light of Destruction. If it weren't for the fact that he took the opportunity to fight with the demons just now to wake everyone up, force everyone back, and eat the food by the campfire, we would all become companions of the Night Elves.

Night Elves, a race of elves used on the continent to scare children. I thought they only existed in legends, but I didn't expect to witness the Dance of the Night Elves today. Legend has it that the Night Elves had a pact with their human ancestors that they would not actively attack humans, but if anyone ate their food, they must follow them to live underground and become their people. And with their living habits, only when the moon is full, will they go out of the ground and bathe in the essence of the moonlight.

The thought of seeing the light only once a month makes me feel chills all over my body. Looking up at Sid Meyer, he saw the old fellow kindly touching Jenny's hair, his eyes full of tenderness, as if looking at his beloved granddaughter.

"Teacher, let's go to the south bank of the Yar River together. My brother is there, we can put our troops and horses together and drive the demons back to the north of the desert", just out of danger, Princess Jenny immediately remembered the responsibility on her shoulders. This future queen has no hope of recovering her homeland.

Jeanne's words made Master Sid Meyer a little embarrassed, and he smiled bitterly, and the archmage blushed and said, "I, I can only give you a ride, before dawn, I, I must part with everyone."

"Why, is there anything else in this world that makes you embarrassed?" asks Hamlet, whose eyes widened and puzzled, before Jenny could speak.

"Ah", Sid Meyer let out a long sigh and said in a tone of helplessness, "Three years ago, I was assassinated and ate the food of the Night Elves. Now, I'm a Night Elf clansman, and I can only return to the surface when the moon is full, and I must be where the people go. ”

Three years ago? Three years ago, it seemed that it was the time when the Terrans and the Demons jointly attacked the Orc Empire, and it turned out that at that time, the Demons had already launched a plan to invade the territory of the Terrans. I suddenly remembered the analysis of old Orlando when he was alive. Presumably, the disappearance of Master Sid Meyer is also part of the Demon Clan's plan to go south.

"Do you have to go with the dark elves, they, they seem to be terrified of your magic just now." Isabel asked softly, the thrilling scene just now was obviously still imprinted in her mind.

"This is a contract between the human ancestors and the Night Elves, and the gods are powerless to disobey it," the Archmage shook his head, shattering everyone's dreams. Look at us covered in blood, the old guy took a ring from his finger and put it on Jenny's index finger. "If you are in trouble, you can wipe this ring, my contract beast, the guy who is bound by the ring will help you". Looking down and thinking about it again, the old man cut his fingers, drew a six-pointed star on his forehead, and pressed Jenny's little hand to the six-pointed star. With the chanting of the incantation, the six-pointed star emitted two white rays of light, which burrowed into the bodies of Jenny and the archmage, respectively.

"I'm a Night Elf now, so you can sign a master-slave contract with me and become my master. If you are injured and die, my life will also disappear with your soul", the archmage looked at Jenny who was confused, and calmly explained, "In this way, my contract beast must also protect you, otherwise, he will also die because of my death".

As soon as the words fell, an earth-shattering roar sounded in the forest. With a roar, a man as strong as a mountain appeared beside Jenny. Staring at the blood-red eyes, the centaur looked at Jenny, then at the old mage, and roared angrily: "You old immortal, you have become a night elf, you have no interest in life, even if you take the initiative to find death, why do you want to pull me"!

As they roared, the centaur struck the ground with four hooves, each of which knocked out a huge pit in the ground. The earth trembled beneath his feet, as if it would collapse at any moment.

"Haosen, I know you're going to be lazy, so I have to use this method. This is Princess Jenny, my apprentice. Protect her, it's a task that will make you famous. Sid Meyer replied with a smile, ignoring the anger of the men.

"Protect her? I'm going to trample her to death right now, and I'll take your filthy and cunning soul to report to Hades!" The centaur roared angrily, raised his front hooves in front of Jenny, and pressed down in a great manner. Hamlet and I saw that the situation was not good, and pounced together, and he picked up Jenny, and the sword in my hand stabbed the centaur in the neck.

"Don't hurt him," Master Sid Meyer suddenly shouted, raising his staff. Leaping in mid-air, I slid slightly, and before I could react, the tail of the centaur slammed into my armor like a thousand wires.

Chapter 5 Growth

When I awoke, I found myself lying in a valley, it was already dark, and the archmage and the mercenaries had gone, except for Jenny and Isabelle, who were not far away, cooking soup on a stone stove.

"You're awake", Jenny asked, hearing the sound of me moving my body.

"Hmm," I agreed, feeling a heat on my face. I didn't expect that I, who thought I was strong, couldn't even make a move under the tail of the horse, and when I thought of the little princess's gaze at me in the future, my heart was weak for a while.

"This kid is sturdy, not so easy to die", a rude voice came from behind me, I struggled to look back, the centaur hung his head, and whose eyes were bigger than mine.

"Where is this? What about the mercenaries? "I don't want to be like a brute, I asked the little princess softly.

"This is the Valley of the Centaurs, the home of Haosen." The little princess pointed to the centaur and explained to me carefully, "Teacher Sid Meyer sent us here with a magic circle. The mercenaries were sent by him to the river, and when the fog cleared, he crossed the river to deliver a letter to my brother and asked him to send someone to fetch me. ”

"It was the old fellow who couldn't penetrate the mist of the Yar that left you to me. Haha, there are also enchantments in this world that old liars can't get through. The rude man smirked, gloating over Sid Meyer's defeat. He's going to be a mole with the Night Elves, boy, get up if your bones aren't broken, and go for a run with me after dinner. Aside from Her Royal Highness the Princess, I don't want to protect one more burden. Looking at Isabelle, he added, his voice was so gentle that it made people's scalps tingle, "And you, the most beautiful girl in my eyes, let me teach you how to protect yourself and don't count on the fool next to you".

Maha Orson the color man always remembered the hatred of me for stabbing his neck, and forced Hamlet, Isabelle, and me to go running and hunting every day before dawn. Whenever I slowed down a bit, his big hooves would kick me in the ass right away. When he kicked me to the point where he couldn't bear it, he duel with me. I only have one pair of hands and feet, and he has one pair of hands, four hooves, and a tail, so I am naturally no match for him. However, under the training of this old pervert, my leg strength has increased significantly, and sometimes I can stomp down so hard that I can already crush a stone slab.

To be honest, Centaur is a good teacher, except for being a little lustful and wordy.

"Boy, that's not how the sword works, how can I teach you two fools? Back then, my ancestor, who was the teacher of Hercules Hawkles, I was so unlucky, the students I taught were more stupid than the other, how could I expect you to protect Jenny. The most beautiful beauty in the world, you can go to rest first, and by the way, go to the cave and take out the pheasants you hunted in the morning and roast them. You are the smartest and most beautiful lady I have ever met, simply the embodiment of Athena, marry this kid, no, what a loss". This is the most common remark of the colorist Mahaoson when teaching swordsmanship, and of course, the last sentence is directed at Isabelle.

The days in the Valley of Centaur were the simplest and happiest days of my life. There's no need to think about food and clothing, and there's no damn lord to trouble everyone. I hope the mercenaries get lost, or run away with our fares, so that I can be with everyone forever, including Jenny, though more often than not she is at my place.

But I know it's an unrealistic dream, and she and I are not all the way. The environment in which we grew up determines how we look at problems. One day the pervert asks Jenny if she has the right to inherit the throne, and the little one innocently shakes her cane, saying that she has decided to give up the throne to Charlie, now the honorary king of the Nanjia Witch Bowl Empire, and that she just wants to be a happy princess.

These words made the old man's expression rare solemn, and then he went crazy and forced me to train. I don't understand why, but I know that whatever I can get, I'm sure I'm willing to share it with Hamlet. But if it's the throne, I'm not sure, after all, there is only one throne.

Jenny must have realized something, too, so her gaze towards the south grew more and more desperate. One day, she even confided to Isabel privately that if her brother refused to send someone to pick her up, she would be willing to live with us forever.

Two months later, on a spring morning, the mercenaries returned. After the fog cleared, they finally crossed the Yar River and met Jenny's brother, the current Emperor Charles. Charlie received Jenny's letter, gave them a lot of rewards, and agreed that on the next full moon night, he would send the Knights to the Valley of the Centaurs to pick up Jenny from the south.

The full moon was just three days later, and I was a little reluctant to think that I would leave the Valley of Centaurs in three days. We haven't fully grasped the things that Haosin taught, and the cave where I live has just been painted with chalk on the walls and slabs on the ground the day before yesterday. Hamlet's grotto is more beautifully decorated, and he wants to make it his home with Isabel. This valley is far from the war, and the people outside the valley have taken Hamlet and me like hunters, and no one knows about our past.

"Otherwise, I'll marry you," said the little princess, Jenny, who knew what was on Isabelle's mind. With her only brother on the horizon, she is in a very happy mood, and her brain is also flexible, and she knows how to think about others.

"Good idea, I haven't had a drink in years, just before I send you away", the old man Maha Orson also came over to join in the fun, this time, he finally didn't call Hamlet stupid, Isabel married him rose to shit.

"But I haven't prepared a wedding dress and a ring yet," Isabelle blushed, making an excuse that didn't work.

"Wear my princess robe, you have a pair of rings in your treasure chest," said the little princess, Jeanne, who gave Isabel a gift of what we had found in the palace that day.

It took Isabel a day to change two princess dresses into wedding dresses, I beat a bunch of birds and animals, the mercenaries went to a town fifty miles away to buy wine, and Hamlet made an arch for the wedding out of flowers and branches. At noon the next day, Isabel rode on the back of Haosin and was escorted by the mercenaries to Hamlet's cave.

"Hamlet, do you love Isabelle, will you marry her as your bride, protect her all your life, love her, and care for her", the little princess asked loudly, standing under the arch of flowers and branches, her voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"Yes, I do", Hamlet nodded stupidly, got down on one knee and put the ring on Isabelle's finger. Isabel smiled happily, she was the most beautiful in her life.

I felt sour in my heart, as if I had lost something. Growing up, the three of us got together, they got married, and no one fooled around with me anymore.

A slight gust of wind blew in the sky, making my eyes want to cry. At this moment, the old man suddenly jumped up and shouted, "Run, run, go into the cave."

It was too late, and in mid-air, a horde of Pegasus shooters pounced, their wings covering the entire valley. Swift arrows rained down on the flower-made arch with the wind, knocking the mercenaries to the ground.

"You take Jenny and Isabelle first," Hamlet yells, throwing Isabel and Jenny on their horses. Booping down, he picked up the scimitar from the mercenary and threw it into the air, and a flying flying horse that flew too low was cut open by the scimitar, staggered, and fell. The elven archer on horseback was broken and broken.

I jumped over, picked up the elven archer's longbow, leaned against a large rock, and sniped at the pursuing Pegasus. The thirty arrows on the elf's body were quickly shot by me, and I turned over, and I threw myself at the other elf who had fallen on the stone, and with the method taught me by the old man, I trampled his neck with one foot, picked up the longbow and quiver, and leaped under another protruding stone.

At the moment when I left, the dead elf was covered with feathered arrows, and the spring sun illuminated the white feathers, reflecting circles of pink light.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk", the rhythmic sound of bowstrings sounded above my head, it was Hamlet, who was better at archery than I was, and his arrows were not missing. But I knew that we were finished, and that there were not only Pegasus Shooters but also Silverwing Pegasus Knights overhead, who were heading their horses and chasing the unprepared mercenaries on the hillside.

A bloodied mercenary jumped right in front of my eyes and jumped off the cliff with the Pegasus Knight in his arms. He smiled at me as he fell, as if he had completed his mission. Another mercenary swung his twin swords and pounced on hundreds of knights, and the sword flashed everywhere, turning over the waves of blood, and soon, he himself was also annihilated by the blood waves, like dewdrops on the tips of grass, evaporating in the world in an instant.

If it weren't for the training of the old man, I wouldn't be able to support it now, and the archery he taught us was simple and effective. Without the swordsmanship of the Centaur Instructor, I couldn't resist the swarming Pegasus Knights, but no matter how good the swordsmanship and archery were, I was alone after all, and the hot blood from the wound left my body with body temperature, and the scenery in front of me gradually blurred.

Suddenly, I heard the old man neigh, and several huge rocks smashed into me, smashing the Pegasus knight who was trying to capture me alive. Stumbling through the gap, I saw the old man Maha Orson roaring frantically on the top of the hill, throwing boulders with both hands and front legs, smashing the Pegasus riders in his way. The little princess Jenny held her staff alof, and white light emanated from the tip of the staff, surrounding her and the centaurs, healing some minor wounds on the centaurs' bodies. Hamlet rushed through the crowd with the long knife he snatched, and every time the knife flashed, it brought up a cloud of blood mist.

"Whew", the old man neighed angrily, and his voice echoed in the valley of the centaurs. In the sunlight, his proud body, Jenny's hands holding her staff high, and the holy white light, were as beautiful as an oil painting.

I cut a Pegasus knight down, and at the same time, I got another wound in my rib. Squatting and whirling, my sword slashed open the attacker's belly, and another knife slashed over my head, and I couldn't dodge it, so I stabbed the elf in the abdomen, ready to die with him.

A long javelin flew and pierced the elf in front of me against the rock. More javelins flew by, knocking the Pegasus Knight down like a wheat-cutter. Looking up, I saw a group of men and horses, descendants of Haosen, roaring and throwing their javelins into the air.

The sun had set, and the near-perfect moon had risen on the other side of the valley. Countless Night Elves jumped out of the ground and joined the battlefield, and Master Sid roared, casting one top magic after another and throwing them into the demons. Every magic splendor explodes, bringing a rain of blood.

In the middle of the night, the air troops of the demons withdrew, leaving countless corpses in the Valley of Centaurs, including elves, orcs, and terrans, accompanied by countless men and mercenaries who died in battle.

Jenny knelt on the top of the mountain, sobbing and chanting, using recovery techniques to treat the wounded. I, Hamlet, and the old man Maha Orson circled around her, and in the circle, Isabel lay peacefully in her wedding dress, which she had sewn with her own hands, and slept forever in the happiness of the bride.

There was still a smile on her lips, and I wonder if she dreamed that she had a lot of children with Hamlet and lived a happy life with clothes and food.

During this afternoon's attack, the Norse Empire's air forces mistook Isabelle, who was dressed in a wedding dress, for Jenny, and most of the attacks were directed at her. The old man Ma taught her martial arts, but he still couldn't keep her safe.

Reaching out, I grabbed the neck of the mercenary leader, and his blood-soaked face immediately turned black, "It's not me, swear by the name of the mercenary god", the mercenary leader struggled desperately, hoarsely defending himself.

"If it's not you, who else will betray us"! My gaze was like a knife, sweeping towards the other two mercenaries who had survived, and the two guys who had been rolling on the tip of the knife all their lives flinched, unable to give me satisfactory answers.

"It's not them, I know who it is", Jenny wiped away her tears, her words were unusually calm, "It's my brother Charlie, I am the only daughter of the emperor and queen, and Charlie was born to a concubine." I've promised not to compete with him for the throne, but I didn't expect ......", her voice was as cold as moonlight.

"This is the Emperor's house, brother-in-law, Romeo", Jenny called Hamlet and my name as if she had grown into an adult in an instant, "I don't want to go back to the South, can you take me in"?

"Yes, if you want, you will always be Isabelle's sister", Hamlet picks up Isabelle's body and slowly walks towards their new house, which he and Isabel have spent two months cleaning up the temple of dreams, where he wants Isabel to sleep forever.

"Your mission is over, thank you", Jenny took out a handful of jewels and stuffed them into the mercenary leader's hand as a tip. The leader of the mercenaries took the jewels, wiped them with his bloody coat, and solemnly put them in his pocket. "My mission is to escort you to the south bank of the Yar River, and if you are in the north for a day, our contract will never end", grinned, and the three surviving mercenaries hugged each other and walked down the hill.

The following summer, the Norse army moved south again, but was stopped by a southern general named Vlarenel on the edge of the city. When the two sides were at a stalemate, a group of thieves attacked the Norse Empire's military grain depot on the north shore and burned millions of catties of grain and grass. Having lost supplies and demoralizing, the Norse Empire was forced to withdraw its troops from the south bank of the Yar River.

The powerful thieves attracted the attention of all forces, and soon a similar investigation report was submitted to the emperors of both the north and the south. "The group of thieves is known as the Shadow Thieves, and the leader is three siblings, the eldest is called Otto Haaosen, the second is called Moran Haaosen, and the youngest is a female magician named Jane Haaosen. They all wore masks, and no one had ever seen their true faces. There was no strict hierarchy between officers and soldiers in this gang of thieves, and they called each other brothers. ”

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