When Baldwin returned to the royal capital, it was nearly dusk, and the air was filled with the sweet smell of burnt incense. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He and his knights loosened their reins and let the horses walk leisurely and comparably, walking past them, some recognising the face of the new king, others because of the coat of arms of the grizzly bear, some maidens throwing flowers stained with drops of water at them, and some of the wandering merchants throwing sweet fruits, and when the young knights easily received them, the brave cheered, an act that used to be considered humiliating to the knights, is now very common in the royal capital, yes, even if these children are already knights, aren't they the little bastards next door that these commoners are familiar with？

Birdwin, who was at the forefront, was undisturbed, and those who recognized him were out of fear and respect, while those who did not know his identity, but could still identify him as the leader of the team from his position, remained as usual cautious, except for a pink rose thrown by a little girl who struck Birdwin's short gray hair, and then fell from it into his arms. Taken aback, and visibly frightened, Berdwin picked up the bouquet of flowers and smiled at the child, alas, if he had been able to meet Leona at a young age, their first child would have been that old.

"Your Majesty......" one of the knights asked in a low voice. He didn't think that Berdwin would punish the child for this trivial matter, but as a knight of the king, he had his own duty.

Berdwin shook his head and slowly fastened the bouquet to his pin, "I'll bring it back to my queen, they're beautiful." As he spoke, he raised his head to watch their path ahead, their shadows stretched behind him by the last rays of the sun, and Birdwin was greeted by the towers that surrounded the royal capital, and the guards on duty on the walls between the towers had seen them, the black iron gates slowly rising with the sound of rolling, and the guards bowed to their king and the king's knights, and as they passed through the corridors, they could smell the strong smell of fresh grease, and the smell of metal burning in flames. When the orcs invaded the royal capital, they did not retain the defenses in the corridor, or rather, when they left, they took some things that were considered valuable, and the iron gate could arm the orcs of a tribe after smelting, and they would never abandon it, so the black iron gates they saw now were all rebuilt, which was a fatal blow to the empty royal capital Neku, if it weren't for the treasures he and Leona retrieved from the Far North Sea, the operation of the entire country might have come to a standstill。

But now, they have more black iron, and steel above it, and the dwarf McGee has proven his worth, and his rune fragments are now in Berdwin's hands, and if he can't go to the kingdom of Tyre, the gray-haired king thought, then he can build his own kingdom on earth.

As he stepped into the royal court, thinking of something that would cause countless people to be frightened, he saw a steady stream of servants and attendants, setting up a high bonfire in the wide courtyard, as if to hold a grand banquet here, but why not use the hall of the royal court? One of Berdwin's knights stopped a hurried kitchen maid, dressed in a crude leather coat to ensure that the half sheep she was carrying would not smear blood on her precious black cotton coat, "What happened?" The knight asked.

"Your Highness is going to entertain guests. The maid replied.

Suspicious, Baldwin walked to Leona's room, the Queen's room had been opened from the twilight of the copper sheet covering fluorite, and the light of the large fluorite made the whole room look like daylight, and she hung her head solemnly, flipping through a book—no, a book as thick as a book, "I love." After a hurried and gentle kiss, Leona lowered his head again, this time he saw that it was an account book, and the new king turned his head almost instinctively, if things like poetry, laws, and history books were still within the scope of Berdwin's patience, these things that should have been the only concern of the Chancellor of the Exchequer might be the only weakness of the knight.

Leona couldn't help but laugh, and Berdwin pretended not to see it, reached out and took Leona's hands, and took her away from the horrible ledger, "It's time to rest," he said, "or is this matter urgent?"

Leona paused, and just as Baldwin thought he wasn't supposed to know about it and tried to change the subject, his wife replied, "I see how many weapons and armor we have?"

Bodwin stopped: "What's wrong?"

"An unexpected person. Leona said, "You should meet her, Berdwin, a brave and brilliant warrior, and her name is Ugly Chicken." ”

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The ugly chicken, as well as her companions, looked blankly at everything around them.

This is something they did not expect, before becoming slaves of the orcs, they were also the subjects of the lord, but to meet the lord, for a commoner, although it cannot be said to be unique, but it is also very rare, and they do not want to see it, because many times, the commoner sees the lord in the court, and the next moment a civilian will be tortured or hanged. Sometimes, for example, when commoners want to enter into a marriage contract, they also have to ask for the lord's consent, and they will be brought before the lord and let the lord say yes to him. Isn't that a good thing, of course, I mean, a marriage contract, but the commoners had to pay a tax to the lord when they made the marriage contract, and this tax was generally an iron pot that could fit the bride's hips, and the commoners often had to sell all the livestock in the house in order to ask the blacksmith to make such a swarthy, heavy "tax" for themselves.

There were also hunters and craftsmen among them, and there were also traveling merchants, but they also had to serve the noble lords, and the hunters saw too much of the fact that the hunters who assisted the lord in his hunt were injured and died, and not only would they not be given pensions, but they would also be robbed of their only savings and houses, and the craftsmen would also have their fingers cut off and expelled from the city because they could not hand over the works that satisfied the lord on time. Some, even themselves, became sold goods, and that's how they became slaves of the orcs. They have a bitter hatred for orcs, but they don't have a good impression of those lords and nobles.

Ugly Chicken was their leader, and they admired and believed in her leadership, but when the situation became more and more difficult as the Orcs returned, wandering around the Wuthering Plains and sacrificing their relatives and loved ones with the blood of the Orcs, the Ugly Chicken offered to ask for help from Thundercastle, and most of them remained silent, not questioning it just because they respected this tall, ugly unfortunate woman. They watched as Ugly Chicken walked into Thunder Castle with a few people, and just when they thought Ugly Chicken's head would be hung on the city wall the next day, Ugly Chicken returned, bringing back a message that even she didn't believe so much.

They were allowed to meet the new Norman king and queen of the Highlands.

After hearing the news from the mage, Leona made this decision immediately. This was the first time that a human had appeared on the Wuthering Plains who were not orc slaves, and when she was still very young, she had vaguely considered a question - why did humans have to stop the orcs from going south at the Dragon's Belly Pass, why couldn't humans go north, although Wuthering Plains could not be cultivated, but there were also herds of argali, horned deer, and precious stones, gold and pyroxene, its richness was not in the general sense, but it was not really worth fighting for- Wouldn't it be better if the orcs could be expelled farther away and the humans could establish settlements and cities on the Wuthering Plains?

She also learned about people's thoughts, and the princess found that there is still a fallacy in the cognition of human beings, why can't humans become the masters of the orcs, since the orcs can be killed, enslaved, and defeated?

The appearance of the ugly chicken may be the strongest evidence for the princess, she doesn't know if what the other party said is true or false, but if it is true, it means that the human defense line can extend further. And, if the ugly chicken was a threat to the orcs, she was just as willing to grant her request - and it was for this reason why Leona was buried in the ledger when he walked into the room, and she needed to know how many weapons and armor Norman's Neku could pull out, as well as magic paraphernalia. The latter was not asked for by Ugly Chicken, but Leona was willing to give it to her - she was full of admiration for Ugly Chicken after talking to the warrior, who was no longer feminine in appearance.

The priest who treated the ugly chicken told Leona that in order to facilitate the battle, the ugly chicken not only cut off his own chest, but also pulled out the organs unique to women in a rough and rudimentary way, so that the orcs would not follow the smell of human blood. The Ugly Chicken's body even smelled like that of an orc, from the smell of blood, to the smell of feces, to the smell of internal organs and dirt, which was not only a stench, but also a threat, and when the Ugly Chicken and her soldiers cautiously stepped into the royal court, all the dogs in the royal court either barked fiercely or ran yellow water with their tails between their legs.

Her Majesty was a kind and good person, and she even shed tears for the sacrifice of the Ugly Chicken, but the Ugly Chicken didn't think it was anything, she had lost all the good things in her life, and it was nothing else that supported her to survive like a stone on the plain, it was hatred and sorrow, just like everyone behind her, who had had different careers, different lives, different futures, but these all stopped in the middle of the night or at dawn, their hearts were as empty as their hands, and nothing could fill them。

They refused the baths, bedrooms, and blankets that the queen had given them, for nothing else, because they did not want their souls to be weakened by pleasure, and when Leona insisted on feasting them, the ugly chicken lowered his head and thought for a moment, "Give us meat, these things are never lacking in the Wuthering Plains." "Especially among the small tribes that they can slaughter, they will not stay and wait for the armies of the orcs, nor will they be able to take the livestock, they will reveal their whereabouts, but both the adult and the young, will be killed, burned, even if they can only eat a small part of it, but they will definitely not leave anything behind - when they find that the orcs do not mind devouring their own kind, they also throw the corpses of the orcs into the fire.

It was a nondescript feast, because although there was a lot of food, there was no honey, no wine, only a small amount of salt, which was already a good treat for the ugly chicken and her soldiers, after all, when they were lurking and fleeing, there was no possibility of lighting a bonfire and cooking food, and although there was salt in the tribe, they also had times when they failed to find an opportunity for dozens of days in a row. This is not the most dangerous, the Wuthering Plains is the biggest and most dangerous enemy, a cold and rainy night can make them lose dozens or hundreds of companions in a row.

Leona learned from the conversation that the team of the ugly chicken, at most it can be thousands, and at the least there is only one ugly chicken, but she can always find the unwilling flame from the team of slaves - although she has also been betrayed by human slaves, or abandoned and used by her companions, but gradually, more and more people have gathered around her, and these people, almost all of them are elites tempered by death and pain like a big wave, and the only thing in common is hatred and hope that will never give up.

"I think," asked Leona, if she would be willing to return to the Norman of the Highlands, to the royal capital, to Leona, even though she was extremely ugly, and to make her her her maid and teacher to the princes, believing that the Ugly Chicken would be able to give them much more than the ministers. But the ugly chicken replied to her, "I think," she said in an accentuated tone, "and I will probably stop my steps only when there is no more orc to be seen on the Wuthering Plains." ”

As he said this, an innocent and bright smile appeared on the ugly chicken's face, which was more hideous than that of the orcs.