Since its establishment, although other human towns around the "Frontier Princes" have kept a certain distance from "Fetenburg", a village founded by the Arabis, this place itself is a chaotic place mixed with refugees, criminals, and deserters from all over the world, as the fame of "Fetamburg" grows, there are always immigrants from empires, Tyrells or other countries who come here for a better life, and because of the geographical location, some merchants who chase profits also come here to settle here, Start a small business.

For these people who took the initiative to vote for various reasons, the successive rulers of "Fetamburg" have maintained an open and even welcoming attitude, because they know that if they blindly close themselves, the final result will definitely be self-defeating, and with the rapid development of commercial activities, the demand for manpower is also increasing, so they have not suppressed the descendants of other countries like other human towns treat themselves.

With the passage of time, the scale of "Fetamburg" gradually expanded, and the total population increased rapidly, while the number of human beings without Arabi blood in the city also began to grow rapidly, accounting for more and more proportions, and now nearly half.

However, in this process, until Fitandila succeeded to the throne, there were still some intriguing special phenomena, similar to a kind of invisible discrimination.

For example, the most complete municipal facilities in the city must be the traditional Arabi gathering area, no matter how rich immigrants from other countries are, they cannot marry pure-blooded Arabi women, and when recruiting soldiers and government officials, the range of choices is only Arabi, down to the most ordinary city guard soldiers, up to the city lord, all of them are Arabis.

These rules were first decided by the leaders of the time after discussion with the respected elders of Arabi, and they used this way to attract immigrants from other countries to "Fetamburg" while maintaining the high status of the Arabi people and ensuring the absolute loyalty of the army.

Today, however, this centuries-old tradition is a bit out of place, especially when the flames of war and the smoke of gunfire have cleared, and the first problem facing the new city owner, Fitandilla, is the need for a large number of adult men to rebuild an army.

Two battles in a row, especially the second one, made the city guards who originally maintained a full strength of 5,000 people not survive, but the grim situation was still to come, and after urgent statistics, Fitandila found that even if the age limit for conscription was relaxed to fifteen to fifty years old, at most half of the soldiers before the war could be recruited, which was completely unacceptable to her.

After this test of life and death, she deeply realized that in order to survive in this chaotic land, fists are as important as gold coins, and without a larger army than before, it is impossible to protect her territory and people.

But the problem now is that if the old traditions are still followed, the remaining Arabi people alone will not be able to fill the big hole in the army, and she chooses the latter without hesitation between tradition and survival.

After making this decision, the very bold Fitandila acted immediately, and in her first public speech after succeeding to the throne, she stood in the square where the Zanres had been defeated, and praised in a high tone those inhabitants who did not have Arabic blood, and praised them for not yielding and retreating in the face of the brutal invaders, and for playing an incomparably important role, so she declared that in the future there would be no Arabis and non-Arabis in "Fetanburg", only the Fetanburgs, and all the inhabitants would be treated equally, and there would be no obstacles to marriage, There are also no restrictions on positions, either in the army or in the government, and will be open to all Fétanburgers.

Thanks to the great prestige accumulated during the war and the severe objective conditions, although there were some objections, Fitandila's decision was carried out quickly and thoroughly, and the tradition that had lasted for hundreds of years was broken, and "Fetanburg", which was shrouded in the dark clouds of the post-war period, finally ushered in the first glimmer of light.

It turned out that her decision was right, and three days after the speech, about 2,000 school-age young people signed up to join the army, most of them were so-called non-Arabi people who had not been qualified to join the army before.

Over the next six months, the number of city guards soon returned to pre-war levels, and although the level of weaponry and training could not be compared with before, at least there was a complete army, and when these young warriors matured a little, Fitandila planned to conduct another large-scale conscription to prevent the previous tragedy from happening again.

After two wars, seeing the ferocity of the beastmen and the strength of the Zareth people, as well as the inaction of other kindreds, made the survivors more united and enthusiastic about joining the army than ever before.

Now the two guards at the city gate, Dick and Peterson, were only because they listened to the city lord's impassioned speech, and they joined the rebuilt city guards.

After three months of short training, the two young men who did not know each other came out of the boot camp and became official members of the city guard, and today it was their turn to guard the city gates.

Seeing that the sun was rising higher and higher, and the temperature inside the burqa was getting hotter and hotter, the two recruits had to divert their attention through dialogue, of course, and at the same time, they also had to pay attention to the crowd coming in and out, to put it bluntly, they would go up to maintain order when there was a conflict, and if it was more serious, they would immediately close the city gate and wait for reinforcements.

For the two young people who have been in the army for less than a year and have not even killed anyone, this kind of boring work quickly wears out their freshness, and they have long lost the concentration and seriousness they had at the beginning, and they basically have their mouths

"By the way, Fat Dick, have you heard about that day?"

The thin man named Peterson suddenly remembered a new topic, and said with a fluttering eyebrow.

"Which day?"

Sweating profusely, Dick looked confused, and he had been a little delirious from the long exposure to the scorching sun.

"It's the day you had diarrhea!"

"You mean ......? What about the green mushrooms and the chaos dwarves? ”

"That's right! That scene is really called a macro ...... Red what? … Grand! ”

"Tell me quickly, I heard Aunt Mary next door say that there are thousands of people?"

"Yes, thousands of green-skinned goblins riding big wolves and big spiders, thousands of chaos dwarves dressed like heavily armored knights, and ...... emitting black smoke"

Peterson was triumphantly recounting what he had seen when his face suddenly changed and he stopped.

"Tell me! What smokes from it? ”

Dick thought that his companion was deliberately playing tricks, and hurriedly urged.

Pieterson suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed behind him, stumbling and asking:

"That ......! You...... Who is it? What are you doing in Fetamburg! ”

His tone was so serious that Dick turned his head and followed his finger to the city gate.

A woman, of great height, was walking alone towards "Fetanburg" with firm steps.

PS: You don't believe it when you say it, I'm coding words while tattooing, and suddenly there is a power outage, so special aaagh! Finish!!!