September 2433 of the Imperial Calendar, Frontier Prince's Domain, Fetenburg.

The scorching sun bakes the earth, the hottest season of the year is coming, but for the vast majority of ordinary people living in this land, they are not qualified to choose, let alone take the time to complain, no matter how bad the climate, how barren the land, can not stop them from working hard to survive, only in this way, can they live humbly in this chaotic land.

The inhabitants of "Fetamburg" were far more fortunate than the peasants who had to rely on the sky for food, and their towns were located in the easternmost part of the "Frontier Princedom", at the foot of the mountains that stretched at the edge of the world, with rolling mountains behind them, and in front of them an endless expanse of sparsely populated wasteland.

Hundreds of years ago, it was just the wildest frontier of the Old World, uninhabited, until a group of disgraced Arabis fled here, settled, multiplied, and eventually formed a small settlement.

With the development of the human countries of the old world, the gradual increase in contact with the Far East, the special geographical location made "Fetenburg" grow rapidly, coupled with the changes in the surrounding objective conditions, more and more caravans chose to go to their destination through the "Rabid Dog Trail" behind it, which made "Fetenburg" suddenly become a fragrant bait, relying on the commercial activities day after day, year after year, from a humble small village, into a well-known and wealthy place.

Due to well-known historical problems, this fortress controlled by the descendants of the Arabi people is obviously not in the same pot as other human towns in the "Border Prince's Territory", and there has been all kinds of friction, but fortunately most of the time it is just a small fight, so as not to hurt the muscles and bones, but the so-called people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong, as their reputation becomes louder and louder, "Fetanburg" is like a piece of barbecue without an owner, constantly exuding a tempting fragrance in the wasteland, and finally attracts the covetousness of jackals and wild beasts.

This is the case in the two recent battles, in a short period of time the beasts and the Zaridis invaded one after another, especially the second time, not only the military strength of the town was greatly damaged, but even the famous old city lord Matthew Halifax was accidentally killed, and the whole city almost fell, if it were not for the missing city guard captain Fitandila and a mysterious green skin army suddenly killed, I am afraid that the black kestrel flag of the Zareis people would be flying at the head of the city now.

As for the origin of those green skins, not long after the end of the war, some well-informed people who had a good relationship with the city guard gained something, and it should be that some soldiers recognized those green skin banners, which were the same guys who had defeated the beastmen at the back gate not long ago.

As a result, rumors of being helped by the Greenskins for the second time quickly spread through the streets of "Fetenburg", and became a topic of conversation for a long time, until recently it was replaced by another incident that was also related to the Greenskins.

Although the official never responded positively to the news, it was never denied, which made some people who originally had hatred for the greenskin change their views on the green mushroom a little, but they didn't want to admit it, and finally had to attribute everything to the new city lord, the horse cultivator Fitandila.

At that time, many people saw the heroic female knight like a god descending from the heavens, single-handedly rushing towards the mighty army of Zares, killing seven in and seven out, and the blood flowed like a river, as for the green skin like locusts behind her, it was naturally selectively ignored.

The times create heroes, and what the war-torn "Fetanburg" needs most now is such a hero, not to mention that she is also the only legal heir designated by Matthew.

So after the old lord died of his wounds, the young Fitandila succeeded to the throne, and she knew that now was not the time for grief, that her ruined hometown needed to be rebuilt, and that the displaced people needed a new leader, and that she could not afford it for a moment.

With great ability and great prestige, Fitandila began to govern the city with astonishing speed, keeping with the good traditions of her predecessors on the one hand, and being the biggest destroyer of them on the other.

First of all, she kept "Fetanburg" open to the outside world from beginning to end, and only when there was no war, the gates would always be open to the passing merchants, because she knew that without the endless flow of caravans, the isolated Arabi would never have been able to occupy a place in this land full of intrigue and intriguery, let alone in a state of post-war devastation, and needed taxes to repair the broken walls, rebuild the broken army, pacify the panicked people, and deter the surrounding "neighbors" with ill intentions”。

The same is true today, as the sun rises in the east, the scarred steel gates of the city open, silently watching the merchants and carriages coming and going, and the shabby but energetic guards patrol the city walls, guarding their homeland with their swords and guns.

At the gate of the city, two warriors in full armor and armed with spears were separated from each other, chatting casually to pass the time while watching the caravan entering and leaving.

"It's so hot, Fat Dick, I bet you'll be a fragrant roast suckling pig if you stand for two more hours."

The emaciated guy on the left said to his companion who had gained weight across from him.

"Peterson, can you not be so lacking in virtue, since I joined the City Guard, it's not been a year, and I've lost a few pounds!"

"Oh my God! Allah! How many pounds so many?! ”

The thin man said deliberately in an exaggerated tone, and then continued to joke about the figure of his companion, only in this way could the time on duty pass quickly.

The two of them wore uniform white robes, and occasionally when the wind blew, revealing ill-fitting leather armor inside, it was clear that it was not made for them, and the previous master would probably have died under the iron hooves of the Zares or the arrows of the beastmen.

In addition to the poor equipment, the appearance of these two warriors also has one thing in common, that is, they do not have any Arabi blood on their equally immature faces.

Wheat-colored skin, dark curly hair, a large hooked nose and a thick beard were the most common features of the desert people Arabi, but the two soldiers in front of them were obviously not on the line, which was not qualified to join the "Fetanburg" army before.

The abolition of the long-standing distinction between the descendants of the Arabic and the descendants of other nations is the most subversive destruction of the centuries-old tradition of "Fetanburg" by Fitandila, the owner of the new city. ()

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