The next day, at noon, the two horses galloped south along the coastline and entered the old land of the kingdom of Stormgard (Fort Riptide). After the decline of the kingdom, no one has been in charge of it here for a long time, and whoever wants to come can come, and it is not illegal to kill people.

The riders were a man and a woman, the man dressed in half-body leather armor, a long bow, and a fur hat, dressed as a hunter. The woman was even more distinguishable, dressed in a fiery red magic robe with an insignia on her chest, indicating that she was a second-order mage evoker with dual cultivation of ice and fire.

The two men were in front and the women were behind, and they galloped like the wind in the fjord ahead, and met a troop of three adventurers on the way.

The team is a bit of a strange combination, consisting of a thief, a warlock, and a priest, with the priest being a young female gnome and the warlock and the thief being male dwarves, all three of whom are not more than three meters tall. Judging from the emblems, they are all second-order, their clothes and armor are in tatters and in a hurry, and they have obviously been wandering outside for a long time.

Looking at the two horses passing by, they looked puzzled, and exchanged ears, Cheng Xiaotian's appearance was really weird.

It's not uncommon for hunters to keep poultry fighting pets, but who has ever seen a crow? Well, well, even if there is, what's the deal with keeping it in a birdcage?

"Young master, I'm called a cage walking bird, you guys don't know anything." Cheng Xiaotian secretly disdainful in his heart, glanced back, Norbulingka smiled sweetly, and he nodded with satisfaction, "There are also red sleeves to add fragrance." ”

Thinking of the smugness, Cheng Xiaotian lifted the birdcage and shook it, woke up Medivan and asked, "What is your mother's name?"

He's just idle, and he has nothing to do to tease the birds......

"Egwene the Guardian." Mai Di Wenmi replied casually with sleepy eyes.

"Who is your father?" Cheng Xiaotian then asked.

"Weaver, Neras Elam." Medivin looks very decadent, in this situation, if you are not decadent, there will be ghosts.

"So, who is your wife?" Cheng Xiaotian asked one question after another, and Medivin was a little impatient, but he didn't dare to show it.

"I never married." Medivan retracted his neck, looking at the posture and going to sleep again.

"And your son?" Cheng Xiaotian lowered his voice.

"You said Madean?" Medivan was so annoyed that he replied casually and narrowed his eyes......

Suddenly. Medivin gasped and woke up, staring at Cheng Xiaotian with frightened bird eyes.

"You just said that you never married, so where did your son come from?" Cheng Xiaotian said leisurely. Looking at Medivan, laughing as badly as he could. "Now, I'm sure you're Medivan."

"Oops......" Mai Diwen wanted to cry without tears, and his voice was miserable, he was really aggrieved! If only his mana was intact now. As long as he moves his mouth, Cheng Xiaotian will not even have scum left, can he still look like this now......

"Shut up now, it's going to be a place soon, and I'm going to roast you again!" Cheng Xiaotian's face changed abruptly, and he threatened in a deep voice, and Medivin hurriedly covered his beak with his wings. At the end of the night, the frying and cooking had already given him a full set, and judging from Cheng Xiaotian's greedy gaze, the wise astral mage was convinced. He's not talking about playing!

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The great Arathas Empire of the past is long gone, lost in the long river of history, and the originally closely united human race has also been divided into seven kingdoms.

Many years have passed, and after repeated invasions by orcs and undead disasters, this area of humanity has long since declined. Most of the people moved to the kingdom of Stormwind, south of Kazmodan, leaving behind the ruined capital of the former empire, Riptide City, which silently accompanied the land to its destruction.

Rapids, the former capital of the Empire, later became the capital of the Kingdom of Stormgard, after resisting the undead scourge alone. The kingdom of Stormgard, which had suffered heavy losses, was completely defeated.

Riptide is not in ruins, though, and the heirs of Solas Torbain are still stubbornly guarding it, but the glory of the past is gone, and there are only 3,000 kingdoms under it. There is no power to defend the territory, and can only watch all walks of life take turns to ravage their own land.

Originating in the mountains at the junction of the Arathi Highlands and the Basin, the Bluewater River gathers numerous tributaries and rushes westward, where it begins to become gentle and gentle. Flowed into Rapids. The river loops around the city's artificially constructed river channel, passes through the city, and eventually flows into the sea not far away.

In the spring, wildflowers bloom everywhere on the highlands, and the warm wind scatters petals on the surface of the river and brings them into the city.

At noon, under the warm sun, a young man was sitting by the river, watching the slowly flowing river and being fascinated. In the clear reflection, he has curly brown hair and a square face, quite handsome, but his expression is a little gloomy.

There was the sound of footsteps in the distance, and a gentle middle-aged woman walked over, her long skirt rolling up petals all the way.

"My prince, when will you get rid of your habit of being in a daze? There's a bunch of things to do. The woman walked up behind the young man, took him by the shoulders, and sat down side by side on the stone slab by the river.

The young man glanced back, a reluctant smile appeared on his face, and said, "Mother, I am thinking about something, according to reliable information, the Elliot family in the Arathi Basin has defeated the orc army and recovered the whole territory!" ”

"Hmm!" The woman nodded and said with a smile: "I have also heard about this, it is indeed an amazing feat!" This heir to Haber-Eliot deserves the title of hero of the world. So, my Prince Garin, does this inspire you? ”

These two men are Prince Garin-Torbain, the heir of the Kingdom of Stormgard, and his mother, Tamila. In fact, the kingdom of Stormgard has long since lost its king, but the country is in decline, and Prince Garin is ashamed to be crowned king and has always regarded himself as a prince.

"I heard that when this Viscount Dawn-Eliot raised his army, there were only 817 people who followed him, and there were only 108 people in the regular armed Knights of the Fallen Stars." Prince Garin said this, his beautiful blue eyes flashed with excitement.

Tamyra stroked Garin's short brown hair, her eyes were full of love, and after a long time, she said softly: "Garin, his success is definitely not accidental, fighting requires not only force, but also more and more precious things, which you can never learn in the library." As outsiders, it is difficult for us to imagine how much they suffered, how much they went through, and how much sacrifice they paid to achieve the ultimate victory. ”

Hearing this, Garin showed a trace of confusion in his eyes, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then looked at his mother and asked, "Can you tell me more about what I still need to learn?" ”

Tamira also seemed a little confused, thought for a while and replied: "I'm just a woman, I can't give you the answer, you can only find it yourself, but I think you have to be strong first." ”

Prince Garin thought for a moment, looked at the flowing river, and his eyes gradually brightened.

"I thought, I'm going to have to pay a visit to this legend." Raising his head, the young prince's gaze had become resolute.

Tamira smiled heartily, pulled her son up, and said: "The viscount has gone to the kingdom of Stormwind, and when he comes back, I'm afraid it will be at least 5 months later, let's deal with the current matter first, the goblin, Lord Victor, is here, you have to go and meet him." ”

Hearing his mother's words, Prince Garin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he nodded heavily: "Hmm! (To be continued.) )