"Don't talk if you have a funnel in your mouth, or you'll spit out your little tongue all over the place." Alaric von Bloch, or the old drunkard of Janos, held Esher impatiently, "I don't want to know what you've eaten tonight. ”

Funnel? Eshua rolled his eyes in bewilderment, searching in vain for the figure of the old drunkard in the darkness, but he could only see a vague silhouette, like a figure hastily smeared by a sloppy painter with thick ink, his facial features hidden in a large expanse of ink, and his expression was not real. Estheus heard the sound of condensed water, as if the surface of the lake had been stirred, and then the water was dripping down. At the same time, the aroma of the inferior ale became more and more intense, pressing down heavily on the tip of the nose. Eishu instinctively disgusted the smell of wine, but his body was ready to move under the smell, and bitter and fishy saliva kept secreting from his mouth. He suddenly realized something, and raised his hand with difficulty, trying to push the old drunkard's arm away, but it was too late, and the funnel "gurgled" and became loud, which was the sound of water rushing into the pipe. A stream of cold liquid rushed straight into the depths of Essho's throat and poured into his stomach without pause, before the spicy aftertaste spread in his mouth, burning his nerves.

It's wine! It's wine!

Estheau's eyes widened in horror, and the muscles in his throat moved to resist swallowing, but the result of this was that the blocked flow of wine began to pour into his trachea, and soon he felt the hot liquid like magma running through his nasal passages. Tears and snot poured out under this intense stimulus, but Esher couldn't care about it anymore, he poked his nostrils wide, trying to force the wine out.

"Waste." Eshyus heard the old drunkard mutter, and then his nose was choked. The liquor began to flow back again, slicing into the mouth sticky with snot, completely breaking through the blockade of the throat and falling inexorably deep into the body. Estheu's mind was blank, and he seemed to have become the little boy who was stuffed headfirst into the wine jar by the old drunkard, his facial features were soaked in the turbid liquor, and his reason collapsed under the wash of alcohol, and all he could follow was the most primitive body instincts-

The instinct to survive!

Estheu's Adam's apple slid hard, and he opened his throat completely and swallowed a large gulp of wine.

A huge fireball "rumbled" into his stomach, and then the successive fireballs converged into a surging wave of heat, pouring unrestrainedly into his body. The heat centered on Eshu's lower abdomen, radiating along the veins of his body, sweeping through every cell that had been eroded by the poison. As if in response to the call of the heat, those cells let out a roar of ecstasy, burning from the inside out, waging a desperate struggle against the toxin, and then turning into ashes in the mutual overthrow, and then the ashes were ignited again by the heat, and began to live and die nirvana. The huge energy was released, and Estheu's body tensed unconsciously, knotted green tendons crawled all over his limbs, dark blue sweat continued to pour out of his pores, and then evaporated by the heat on the surface of his body, leaving only a shallow layer of salt frost. But Estheus still didn't stop swallowing, he sucked the funnel greedily, and a dull thunder continued to roar between his throat and chest, like a landslide of rubble rolling down into a deep pool. Soon the old drunkard found that he could not keep up with the speed at which Esthew swallowed. He simply discarded the scoop and lifted the jar with one hand to the side of the funnel. "Every time I resisted, it didn't turn out that I drank very happily." He shook his head helplessly.

A few drops of liquor spilled out and landed on the back of the old drunkard's hand, and he put it to his lips and sucked it vigorously, then licked his lips reluctantly.

……

Meanwhile, Ryan, the head of the city.

Lista lowered his head and stared at his right hand, his broad palm slowly expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, bulging muscles breaking through the skin, and a blood-like red cloud rushed out from the depths of his palm with a feeling of swelling pain, and his fingers and wrists were all hideously bloody. Squeak, squeak, Lista heard the sound of grinding his teeth like a hungry wolf. Raging and bloodthirsty desires tore at his sanity. Lista closed her eyes and gasped heavily, forcing herself to remember the three days and three nights she had spent at the altar of Urvet. "Leaf ...... Shiba, help ...... I! A few words struggled to squeeze out his clenched teeth.

"Started to have seizures?" A cold, soft hand gently grasped Lista's right hand, and the slender fingers slid pityingly over the cracks in the skin, "It doesn't matter, I'm here." The woman hugged Lista tightly and brought her plump lips to the ear of the dragon knight captain:

"Brave knight, hear my prayer quietly.

The vengeance of Vijovius has come, and you will be tormented by his will.

Guard your noble pride, and do not succumb to its savage interference.

Let the god of the shooter guide you to the path to which you belong, and his blessing will be your guide for life. ”

The woman's soft and subtle murmur is like the spring rain of the central plain, ethereal between heaven and earth, as if it never existed, but it was omnipresent. Lista's breathing gradually leveled off, he opened his eyes tiredly, and said hoarsely, "Thank you." ”

"It's good that I came back tonight." Livingston's bard Yeats looked at him worriedly, "Otherwise, would you be able to suppress it alone?" ”

"Something is different tonight," Lista rubbed his temples, "not like assimilation, but like an early warning." ”

"Early warning?" Yeats puzzledly pressed his forehead against Lista's, "What warning?" ”

"It senses threat," Lista said, looking up in the direction of the Vaal Snow Fields. Through the dim starlight, the towering dark clouds piled up on the horizon could be faintly seen, "The source seems to be in Boimbru." I need to report to the Duke! He straightened up and pushed Yeats away.

"There's no need for that." Someone said coldly behind him, "I'm not a scholar at the Wang Academy, and I'm not interested in your idealistic premonitions. ”

Lista turned his head suddenly, straightened his body, crossed his eyebrows with his thumb, and gave a military salute: "Lord Duke!" ”

"Yeats has seen the Duke." Yeats bent his legs slightly, lifted the hem of his skirt with both hands, and performed a court court.

"Hmm." Duke Alexis nodded and walked past the two of them. Lista and Yeats looked at each other and silently followed the duke. The three of them walked to the edge of the city wall, and Duke Alexis held the battlements in his hands and looked out at the plain outside the city. "Aren't you going to report? Tell me about the current situation in the troops. He said coldly.

"Lord Huiduke, all the lords of the country have been stationed outside the city with their troops, and a complete supply line has been formed, ready to march towards the Vaal Snow Plain at any time."

"Where's the Scout Squad?"

Lista sighed, "Each lord is sending scouts from his own troops according to the rotation system, but so far not even a single raven has returned. This afternoon, the Lady of Estelle entered the Vaal Snow Plain. ”

"She's actually?" Yeats covered his mouth in surprise, then glared at Lista, "Why didn't you stop her?" ”

"I couldn't stop — or, I didn't think to stop her."

"What do you mean?"

"When it was the turn of the Baroness of Estelle, she had incorporated herself into the scout team, and it was too late for me to notice it. Please punish you. ”

"Then why don't you send someone to chase after you?"

"How do you know if I've sent someone?" Lista snorted in annoyance, "I've sent a few more scout teams to track down the Baroness, and even begged the Lady of the Lady, who was friendly with the Lady, to send an additional patrol of Lyra, but no one has come back so far!" ”

"Then you'll send it again—"

"That's enough." Duke Alexis patted the battlements lightly.

The argument behind him came to an abrupt end, as if it had been cut off by a ruthless blade. Yeats turned his head and didn't look at Lista anymore.

"Stop sending scout squads, and transfer ninety percent of the defenders of the towns in the middle of the border—no, only the security forces, and all the others will be reorganized into an independent force under my command. At the same time, all loitering patrols were called up and reorganized. At noon the day after tomorrow, enter the Vaal Snow Plain and look for the enemy's main force for a head-on decisive battle. ”

"Understood! Guaranteed completion within 36 hours! Lista gave a military salute, "What about Lady Eastelle's troops?" To whom is the command transferred? ”

"Who is the commander, who will be in command, and you are the first day to lead the troops?" Duke Alexis glanced at Lista with a blank expression.

"But the Baroness isn't—"

"If she can't come back, it means that she is not worthy of the title of 'Baroness'." Duke Alexis turned around and walked down the wall, "Don't you forget, the heroine of the expedition who made trouble at Ryan's Dragon Knight Academy back then was also named Istelle. ”

……

Deep in the Vaal Snow Fields.

A terrible encounter had just ended, and weapons, arrows, and corpses were littered in blood-stained snow. In the center of the battlefield, two knights stood back to back, motionless, as if they were sculptures, with only white mist spewing out from the gaps in their visors.

A strong man in a white wolf's skin staggered up from the pile of dead bodies, and a slender spear pierced his right chest, but he didn't realize it, he just picked up the giant axe in his hand, and approached the two knights step by step.

A flowing silver light flashed in the night. The strong man's body froze, and he lowered his head with difficulty, and saw in a daze a long sword that had sunk into his left chest. The sharp blade sliced his heart in half, and a biting chill spread from the wound to his whole body, engulfing his consciousness in an instant—killing him with a single blow.

"The last one?"

"The last one." The knight kicked away the strong man in front of him, and pulled his sword out of the opponent's chest, "Bao Daisi, count the number of people." ”

"No need to count, Baroness." The knight named Bao Daisi took off his helmet, revealing a dazzling short white blonde hair, and under the short hair was a rather delicate female face, and was smiling helplessly, "There are only two of us left, but there are three horses left, and none of them are injured." This wolf's honorary guard, quite capable. Such a strong male has never been seen in Vonkov. ”

"It's called the Omenwolf Wolf. And that's because your last spear missed, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get up. The knight stretched and returned his sword to its sheath. I knew I would have brought more people out, and the scout team was capped at ten people, which was a stupid rule. ”

"Do you want to continue?" Boudis walked over to the strong man's corpse, drew her spear, and stuck it behind her back.

"Go on, why don't you continue?" Lady Icedale, who has made a name for herself in Livingston in recent years, looked at the misty mountains in front of her with great interest, "Maybe the Omenwolf and his army are somewhere in the mountains, don't you want to see it?" ”