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In the Magyar province of the Tang Dynasty, wine is very abundant.

In order to monopolize the business here, Fei Xuechun proposed to underwrite the grain from the entire Tang Dynasty to Magyar Province, and at the same time she proposed to underwrite the wine here.

Tang Zhangwei naturally raised his hand in favor, and Queen He also agreed, but Wan Hanyu objected.

This beauty from the bottom wants to have her own source of profit,

Tang Zhaozong naturally supported his own concubine.

"An honest man will accept the judgment of the king he has chosen." Dippera had tried to make his voice sound calm.

The people in the meada hall cheered in unison, and when the cheering stopped, King Shivesta turned to face King Biog. "Who's going to lead?" The gigantic warrior asked bluntly.

"Who won the Battle of the Songs?" King Biog replied.

"Very good, great king!" Shifstar salutes his opponent. "You and I will lead together, and no one can disobey our orders today!"

King Biog nodded in agreement, "Whoever dares to disobey will die!" ”

Dipona exhaled deeply, relieved his heart, and moved his legs defensively. If Shifstad or Biog noticed the puddle of water between his legs, his life would be gone in no time. He moved his legs nervously again, looking around. When he saw the young messenger's eyes, his face turned pale with fear, ready to meet his death. However, to his surprise, inconceivably merciful to the barbarians, the messenger looked away from him and said nothing.

King Shifstar stretched out his arms, raised his battle axe, and looked at the roof. King Biog quickly removed the battle axe from his waist and made the same move. "Tampas!" They shouted in unison. Looking at each other again, they cut a wound in their unwielding arm with their tomahawks, staining them with their own blood. Almost simultaneously, the two turned around and threw their tomahawks, both nailed to the same keg of mead at the same time. In a split second

Nothing happened, not even a single cigarette.

He had no choice but to keep moving. His legs were in severe pain, and he felt like several of the toes of his left foot had broken off and fallen off. But he didn't dare to take off his boots to confirm the authenticity.

He began to circle the pit again, following the footprints he had left earlier. Suddenly, he found him walking to the middle of the pit. He didn't know why, and in his almost deranged state, he didn't stop to figure it out. There was only a white expanse in his eyes, a frozen snow. Kessot felt himself fall. He felt the ice bite on his cheek again, and felt that his life had come to an end. Then he suddenly felt warmth. Barely felt at first, but the warmth rose steadily, and something beckoned him. Just below his body, buried in the snow. But even though it was blocked by layers of ice and snow, Kaisso could still feel the warmth of that thing.

He began to dig. Even if he couldn't tell how deep he had dug, he was digging for his life. Suddenly, he digs into a hard object and feels its warmth. Frantically clearing the snow from it, he finally tried to pull it out. He didn't know what he was seeing, maybe it was his delirium. In his frozen hands was something neatly cut like a cube of ice. The warmth it emanated penetrated Kesso's body, making him feel reborn.

Kessel didn't know what was going on, and he didn't care at all. At least for now, he has hope that he can live, and that is enough. He clutched the crystal block to his chest and leaned towards the stone wall on the side of the crater, looking for a place he could find to stay.

On a stone that had melted the snow from the heat of the crystal, Kessot spent his first night at the ridge of the world. His pillow was the crystal, the Shattered Crystal, the Clincibon, an ancient artifact that had been waiting for an unknown number of years, hoping to be discovered. Awakened again, the Shattered Demon Crystal began to plan how to control the weak-willed Kaisso. This ancient creation

But even with the improvement of life, Bruno still looks forward to restoring the glory of his former ancestors. He thinks that he only came to Ten Towns for a short stay because of a problem, and that this problem can be solved by rediscovering and reclaiming the Mithril Hall.

"It's cold to be on such a high night like this, my good friend." Shouts were heard from behind.

The dwarf turned to face Trist Duchaoden, but he knew that the background was the dark Cone of Kane, so it was impossible for him to see the dark elves. In this place, the entire mountain appears to be the only dark shadow rising on the straight northern horizon. This place is called the Cairn Cone because it looks like someone deliberately piled up the pebbles into a cone; The legend of the barbarians says that it is a tomb. The place where the dwarves built their homes now does not look like a natural landmark. The tundra stretches in all directions, and the whole is a flat frozen soil. But in this valley, only the rock walls and stone crevices occasionally have a little mud. The valley and the mountains on its northern edge are the only places in the entire Icewind Dale with high-quality rocks, as if they were misplaced by the gods in the early days of the creation of heaven and earth.

Trist noticed his friend's eyes. "You're looking for images that only your memories can see." He knew very well that the ancient homeland had always haunted the dwarves.

"That's what I'll see again!" Bruno insisted. "We'll get there, Elf."

"We don't even know the way."

"The road can be found." Bruno said. "As long as you look for it."

"Someday in the future, my friend." Trist pandered to him. During the years when he had been friends with Bruno, the dwarves had been bothered to ask Trist to accompany him to the Mithril Hall. Trist thought the idea was silly, as none of the people he spoke to knew any clues about the location of the dwarf's hometown, and Bruno could only recall fragments of the Mithril-filled chambers. However, the Dark Elves are still sensitive to their friends' deepest wishes, and each time he answers Bruno's pleas with "someday in the future".

"We have more urgent things to do now," Trist reminded Bruno. Earlier that day, at a meeting in the Dwarven Hall, the Dark Elf had told the dwarves the details of his discovery.

"Are you sure they're coming?" Bruno asked now. The monsters that were created have disappeared from the world for hundreds of years, making all the evil people frustrated that they can't find them.

(End of chapter)

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