"It's getting colder."

Old Victor walked slowly down the street with a small bag, carefully hidden in his coat pocket. There are falling maple leaves on both sides of the road, but they have lost their original beauty. Deciduous City is a very beautiful city, but it was only beautiful in the past, and now Deciduous City is full of holes, even the collapsed city walls are barely repaired, the treasury has been depleted, and the greedy nobles are not willing to take out their own property to fill the holes. The streets and alleys are filled with homeless people huddled in corners, and the city's security is becoming more and more turbulent as supplies are scarce.

Squeak!

Old Victor slowly pushed open the door, a ruined house, a corner of the roof that had been burned by the fire, and now he could barely keep out the wind and rain.

"Jack?"

Old Vicudo called softly, and soon a thin little boy walked out.

A smile appeared on his face, raised the pocket in his hand, and then picked up the little boy in front of him, and said slowly: "I brought some food back, and grandpa will cook you something to eat later." ”

A little boy of six or seven years old, he looked at the bag in the hand of old Victor, and his little face showed a longing expression.

Soon a trace of cooking smoke rose.

When old Victor watched his grandson in front of him greedily drink the wheat porridge in the bowl and lick the bottom of the bowl clean, he couldn't help but feel a sour feeling in his heart.

"Grandpa?"

The little boy ate all the porridge in the bowl, looked up at old Victor in front of him, and said softly, "Why don't you eat some?" ”

Old Victor quietly turned his head and wiped the corners of his eyes, and then laughed: "Grandpa has already eaten it at the beginning." ”

There is not much food.

The town hall has stopped providing relief, and it will be more and more difficult to get food in the future.

The war took his two sons, his wife, and his brother, and now he was left with only a young grandson and a nephew who was a junior officer in the city defenses. Old Victor is fifty years old this year. At this age, he may be old if he is placed on a human body, but as a half-elf, he is still strong and strong. He was not a great professional, but an experienced craftsman, and his industrious and simple traditions allowed him to live a life of abundance in times of peace, and when war came, everything was destroyed.

Old Victor wasn't lazy, and he didn't mind working hard if he had the opportunity to work.

But in fact, now he has no chance to rely on work to support himself and his grandson, the war has disrupted the order of Fallen Leaf City, and as a craftsman, he can only rely on his nephew to provide some food.

The streets of Fallen Leaf City are full of homeless people who have no place to return and nowhere to go.

Orc infestations still harass them from time to time. As long as the war has not stopped, all this will continue. The war has destroyed everything, chaos is trampling on order, barren farmland, ruined streets, withered shops, and bones left in the wilderness. In the darkest corners of Deciduous City, the hungry orcs have been included in their recipes.

Old Victor was lucky.

Because he also has a nephew to help with, so that he will not fall into an even more miserable state.

"It can't go on like this."

Old Victor looked at his emaciated grandson in front of him. The sourness in my heart became more and more intense, and it was very difficult to feed three people with my nephew's military rations alone. However, the current city of Fallen Leaves has no chance for him to work to support himself, and the war has made farming only close to the city. Further away is simply unlikely, and the army of the orcs will not give them a chance. However, the output of this land will not be able to sustain the population of the city, unless the half-elves can launch a powerful counterattack to retake the land on the banks of the river and rearrange a line strong enough to defend against the orcs. A line of defense that doesn't allow them to come and go freely.

But!

As things stand, this is almost unlikely.

Winter is coming.

Old Victor looked at his grandson's thin clothes and thin body. The worry in his heart couldn't help but grow heavier, because he didn't know how to survive this winter. There are many people in Fallen Leaf City who are even more difficult than them, and they can see frozen corpses every morning, and this year's climate is much colder than usual.

Heavy footsteps sounded.

Without looking to know that it was his nephew who had returned, old Victor stood up, and a young man with an eyepatch appeared outside the door.

The orcs took one of his eyes.

However, as a good archer, the nephew of the elder Victor is still a very dangerous opponent.

"Uncle."

The young man took off his weapon, looked around the room, and said softly, "Where's Jack?" Asleep? ”

Old Vic nodded slightly.

He is full of gratitude for this nephew, and if he hadn't helped him, I'm afraid that he and his grandson would have been in a much more difficult situation.

"I have something to discuss with you."

The young man looked left and right, and then walked into the room, and the old Victor had some doubts in his heart, but he quickly followed.

The nephew's expression was very serious, he looked at the old Victor in front of him, and said straight to the point: "I want to go to Modo." ”

What the?

Old Victor was stunned for a moment.

The young man seemed to think that he did not understand, and said again, "I want to go to Modo." Deciduous City is already struggling to hold on. If you agree, I'm going to take you with me to Modo. ”

Modo.

Old Victor's eyes suddenly lit up again, Modo City has always had a special meaning to the people of Fallen Leaf City, they missed a precious opportunity, and now they can only listen to the rumors related to that prosperous and wealthy city, and sigh that their situation is becoming more and more difficult.

Even though he hadn't eaten for a day, Old Victor's heart was still on fire.

"How to get there?"

He looked at his nephew in front of him and said a little eagerly, "Will someone come to pick us up?" Modo City is overseas, and I'm afraid it's not easy to go there. ”

The nephew shook his head slightly.

His expression was solemn, and he said slowly, "No." No one will come to pick us up. ”

No one will come and pick us up.

So how do you get to Modo Castle, which is located overseas?

The nephew looked at the old Victor in front of him and continued: "There are not only a few of us who are going to go, I'm afraid there are quite a few people who are going to leave here and go to Modo City. Lord Ryan is preparing for this. ”

"If we can get a big ship, we should be able to reach Modo."

Go to Modo!

I don't know why, old Victor's heart suddenly became hot, and he seemed to be full of hope for the future.

However, he still hesitated: "Modo! ……”

"Is Your Excellency still willing to accept us?"

The nephew's expression was very affirmative, and he nodded and said, "Yes." His Excellency will accept us. After all, he is the god who protects us! ……”

Mordo City.

A place of legendary prosperity and abundance.

The elder Victor didn't want anything, if he could get to that place, he only hoped that he would have a chance to work and raise his grandchildren by his own efforts.

"I want to go to Modo! ……”

I don't know when it started, but this sentence began to be repeated in all corners of Fallen Leaf City.

……………… (To be continued......)