The wind swept violently, slamming the waves against the reef. The thunderous voice www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion finally woke up the people who had been lost their souls, and began to re-examine this farce starring all of them. This is a shame that has never been seen in the 150 years since the founding of the empire, at the time of the New Year's sacrifice, two death row prisoners turned Janos upside down, and His Majesty the Emperor was taken advantage of twice in succession, until in the end, he failed to capture two of them. Although it is impossible for a seriously injured person to survive the cliff jump, Alaric is after all the only three demigods on Pande, second only to the existence of the Gloomy Eye and the current Noldor Patriarch ****** Dill, who knows if these people have truly reached "immortality"! Janos's hard-won annual sacrifice was ruined by the cries of the imperial nobles in the gladiatorial arena. Marius only felt a humiliating sour feeling welling up in his throat, and with a "wow" he spat out a large mouthful of red and green blood, and passed out.

"Father!" Elise exclaimed in surprise and rushed forward to support the Emperor, "Snake venom attacks the heart!" Hurry up Baron Grave! ”

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In the chaos, the New Year of Janos could not be sacrificed, like a drama that ended in a hurry. Dozens of Imperial nobles and civilians were bitten to death by wild beasts thrown up by the noisy, the large iron gate of the gladiatorial arena was damaged, and the life and death of the Emperor were uncertain. None of them had any intention of continuing the New Year's Sacrifice, and the three consuls hurriedly retired, each leading his army back to his own territory. The priest Wendir, who was in charge of presiding over the annual sacrifice, also followed Justus back to Issos. What no one knows, however, is that the initiator is among Janos......

At night, Janos was unusually deserted, and it seemed that the smell of blood still lingered in the streets and alleys. The hawkers closed their stalls early, the laborers hurried home after finishing their work, and the merchants all turned down the banquet, and the bloody storm put everyone in danger for a while. The last dark night of 353 was unusually long, and the air seemed to be creeping with poisonous snakes.

Only the foreign caravans were unaffected by the atmosphere, and a large caravan from Saarion was counting the wagons and preparing for their departure. The carriage guards laughed loudly, mocking the Imperials and their so-called strict military discipline - two death row prisoners could not be caught, and they almost took the emperor's life! They were the first to see the foreign appearance of the empire, and they were also the first to add fuel and vinegar, and when this turmoil really spread on the Pander continent, who knows what it will become!

"I heard that the young man threw Oruba to the ground as soon as he raised his hand, and then shoved his head into the ice bear's asshole!" One of the caravan guards said with a dance, his face glowing red in the firelight, whether it was because he was too drunk or because he was too excited.

"Pull it down, Frick! It was Oruba who threw the young man to the ground, and then another death row inmate kicked him against the door, breaking the door! Then the young man got up and threw himself into the stands and killed the nobles one by one like a wild beast! ”

Frick's eyes widened: "True or false? ”

"Can't you believe my Dulac?" The man patted his strong chest and burped, "Then these two men stepped on Oruba and killed them, killing whoever they saw along the way, and killing them like a river of blood!" After saying that, he laughed wildly, and poured another sip of wine into his mouth.

"Okay, okay, don't drink it! Tonight, I traveled all night, and I was given a bright spot in my eyes. Especially Dulac, if you drink again, the money will be deducted from your commission! Geoffrey scolded, he was the leader of the caravan and the confidant of the president of the Salion Merchants' Guild. It's just that he has a flowery prostitute in his hand, which is really not convincing. But as the finando of these mercenaries, Jeffrey could not afford to offend. One side of the water and soil supports the other side, and the merchants of the empire are the most rigorous; The merchants of Daxia were the most conservative; Fieldsway's merchants are the best at fighting; The merchants of Livingston are the best to drink; And the merchants of Saarion are the most treacherous, they have a thousand ways to withhold your commission, and you can't find any reason to refute it. Even if it's one you're sleek like an egg, they'll be able to pick out a few real bones out of it. As soon as Jeffrey spoke, even if he was reluctant, the mercenaries had to put down the jar and begin to arrange their armor.

"Goddess of Order, don't run into those Noldor and demons......" Geoffrey pushed the girl away, turned on his horse, and slipped a bag of dinars into her bodice. Then he cleared his throat, ignored the pitiful flattering eyes of the woman under the horse, and said in a deep voice: "Go!" ”

......The bell in the center of the city shook slowly and powerfully, and the last grain of sand slipped through the bottleneck in the huge hourglass, announcing the end of 353 years.

At midnight on the first day of January 354 in Pande, a large caravan from Sarion slowly drove out of Janos, and Esher Baranduk lay asleep in one of the velvet-laden carriages, unaware of the awesome thunder he would bring to the war-torn continent. Just like the last stanza of Madigan's long poem "The Prophecy Comes True": As if the drops of water flow into the river / Mars throws itself into the flames / The evil spirit that escaped from the cage closes its eyes and sleeps / Doesn't hear the whisper of fate beside him / Look, / Sleeping in the silence / Is it the embodiment of the hero / Or the representative of hell / On this day / The prophecy is fulfilled!

Estheus groaned, opened his eyes, and stared at the canopy above his head in confusion, with the silky velvet brocade at his side, and the unhurried sound of horses' hooves outside, interspersed with the bored yawns of men. Where am I? Eshua stroked the back of his aching neck, and suddenly found himself lying naked on velvet, and he subconsciously pulled one over and hastily tied a knot at his waist. A voice came from outside the window: "Cheer me up!" It's about to leave the borders of the Empire! One more Sentinel! ”

Out of the borders of the Empire? Estheu was stunned: when...... He listened intently as two men whispered in front of the carriage.

"My lord, why don't we leave Fort Salvador and go straight back to Salion? Rather, take a detour to the Shield Wind Fortress into Laria? You must know that this area is not very peaceful, and it is a number of people and demons......"

The other person was very impatient: "Old guy, you can just catch the car, anyway, the reward is indispensable to you." Besides," he laughed insolently, "what if you come?" I'm the 'Great Sword of Saarion' Dulac! I'll kill one if I come to one, and I'll kill a pair if I come to two! ”

"Don't blow Dulac," someone else said, "last time I ran the businessman, I saw the Nuodo, you were the fastest runner!" Before the leader could speak, you were already at the back of the line. ”

"&*%¥#¥%*" The man named Dulac seemed to wilt, apparently poked in the horse's foot. He muttered a few curses, and then fell silent.

Essiu heard it clearly, he seemed to have been thrown into a caravan of the Kingdom of Sarion by the old drunkard, but how long had he been dizzy? From Janos to the Shield Wind Fortress, it would take two or three days to speak with the strength of the caravan wagon. Damn it! Ai Xiu stroked the back of his neck, his head ached, what kind of technique can make people lose consciousness for dozens of hours? He wasn't worried about the old drunkard, even if it was likely that he was holding back the pursuit of the Imperial heroes alone to cover himself, but he still had faith in it. Ten years of living together gave him an almost blind trust in this man who was also a teacher and friend. Even in the face of the empire's famous heroes, this trust that has been poured over time is still unpressable.

The carriage shook violently, and the plank on Estheu's right side deformed and cracked in an instant, and he reflexively slapped his hands on the ground and flicked backwards. Several spears and crossbows pierced the wagon and plunged into the velvet. A terrible shout rose all around: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! ”

"Set up your formation! Protect the archers! Someone shouted, "Flick, hold your shield!" Dulac, stand up for me! Damn it's just a group of infidels, not demons! You're afraid of a P! ”

Heathen? Eshua carefully drew a throwing spear, carefully examining the dark purple pattern on its body, the cold tip of the spear spitting out from the mouth of an extremely delicately crafted skull. In addition to strengthening the penetration of the spear, this skull will also start to draw blood frantically at the same time as the tip of the spear pierces the human body, and the person who is stabbed often falls to the ground due to excessive blood loss in a short time. And the body of the spear is also exquisite, except for leaving a space that can be grasped, the rest of the place is full of barbs in different directions. Even if you just get grazed by this throwing spear, you will be torn off a large piece of flesh in an instant! And its cost is just as expensive as its lethality, and it will only be equipped with the Black Knight of the Guardian of the Heretic.

What kind of heretic would have the Black Knight in company? Eshua held the spear with a solemn expression.