A homeless man has drilled out of a stone cave, a building made of rough or even sharp stone blocks that have not been carefully polished after being excavated, and those who live in peace may not put it in the ranks of "houses" at all, with no doors or windows, no hearth, and the entrance and exit are not so much reserved for men as for dogs— This may be to blame for the exiles who claimed the place for themselves, and after several orc raids, they learned to shrink the hole even further, and planted thorns all over the stone caverns, so that they could close the gaps that might have been pierced by spears and spears as soon as they escaped into the shelter, and the thorns also made the orcs hesitate, and their hair and scales were more easily pulled by the thorns than humans.

But not always such a shelter can really protect these people who have no surname and no homeland, and the orcs will occasionally set fires, generally speaking, they will not set fire to the wasteland, because the fire in the wasteland is uncontrollable, it will destroy the food of the horned deer and argali, but some of the stone caves are almost surrounded by gravel, and they don't need to worry about the fire spreading- The humans inside are like prey in a trap for them, the only difference is that the prey cannot eventually become food, and even if a stone shatters in the flames, the "flesh" inside will become something as difficult to swallow as the powder left behind by the burning of pyroxene.

"Frog guy?" said to the other wanderer, who had been busy tending to a handful of onions, one of the few vegetables that could grow and multiply in the cold dragon's belly pass— As homeless people, they actually did not have onion seeds (they often borrowed them for nothing), and these seeds were brought to them by a few Ilmot priests when they patrolled the walls of the pass, and for these homeless people who had no land and no surname, a steaming bowl of onion soup could not only satisfy their stomachs, but also cure many diseases and ward off the cold, so they may have been more fervent and cautious with these seeds than with their own children.

The homeless man who is called "Frog Guy" just nodded lightly, there will be classes everywhere in human beings, and it can even be said that the more humble the place, the more distinct, the Wanderer who is qualified to grow onions occupies an advantageous position among the Wanderers because he has two adult sons, and the "Frog Guy" But because he had a daughter, she was favored by a soldier who walked around the walls all day long, and had been allowed to live within the walls, and although she was not officially his wife, the soldiers promised that if she gave birth to a son, she would be given his surname, and that the frog guy, who was her father, might also be accepted as a resident of Thundercastle.

Even though the Frogman's daughter had not yet puffed up her belly, the Frogman had already received many benefits from the soldiers, such as an iron pot, a bottle of bad wine, a pair of boots, and the fact that he was allowed to enter the city walls (although he had to leave before it got dark), and almost all of the supplies necessary for the outcasts had to be exchanged or begged for by the soldiers and the inhabitants— Merchants often come and go among them, but they don't pay a single eye to these creatures that are as annoying as mosquitoes to them. This gave the "Frogman" a high status among the outcasts, almost on par with the leader who had once been a scholar, which made him gradually become arrogant and rude, and even learned to walk with his hands behind his back, his eyes bulging more and more, and because of the elevation of his chin, his heavy and falling skin was completely exposed, trembling and swaying in the wind of the whistling plains, which is why he was given such a comical nickname.

"Frog Guy" of course will not be happy that he can only have a nickname, before he did not flee his master's territory for theft and murder, he was also a craftsman with a name and surname, but among the homeless, the proportion of nicknames is much larger than the name, some because the ancestors were homeless and did not receive any education The guy has no knowledge of the name at all, some are afraid to keep the name because of the crime, and some are unbearable for relatives and friends to be humiliated and ridiculed for being a homeless person-"Frog Man." He didn't dare to be so maverick for the time being, he knew what a terrible thing jealousy was, and he didn't start the idea of stealing because the bracelet made by another craftsman was more elaborate than himself, but unfortunately he was caught in the process of stealing, and he had to break the head of the bracelet maker with a hammer that knocked open the wooden window, and then fled with his daughter and wife, and became a homeless.

The Frog Guy's wife was robbed by robbers on the way to escape, and he and his daughter escaped and wandered north to the north in a group of displaced people from the southern countries. It's not a good place, but there are already displaced people who have explored beyond the city walls, and some have heard of people cultivating fields or raising livestock at the foot of the mountains, and the lords here don't seem to have any intention of holding them accountable, and no one even asks them to pay taxes, although this means that they can't be protected by the lord's soldiers, but they haven't before, and the lord's soldiers will loot them and sell them to slave traders.

However, when the "frog guy" walked towards the city gate, the onion-feeding homeless man still couldn't help but show a look of envy, he almost wished that he had two daughters instead of two sons, but he also knew very well that compared to the "frog guy" once had, the wife who had been a castle maid, even if his wife gave birth to a daughter, it was probably ugly only the orcs would look at it.

The "frogman" was able to turn a blind eye to this look of envy and jealousy, and his back was ridiculously bent backwards as it passed through the stone caverns and the land reclaimed by the outcasts, like a taut longbow, and as he approached the gates, his back slowly bent in the opposite direction, and by the time the guards, merchants, and inhabitants in front of the gate could see him, his head pressed against his chest, and his chin touched the skin exposed by the collar of his linen robe—a robe that was perfect for " The frogman was ill-fitting and shabby, but he wasn't wearing it to show off—it came from his son-in-law, and when the guards saw the robe of the same size as theirs, they exchanged glances with each other, and let the "frogman" go through the gates like an old dog. The "frogman" hurried and silent through the crowd, occasionally causing a scream of disgust and curses, and he paid no attention to them, after all, any of them were nobler than him, and he only feared that no one would recognize him—he had a bounty on him, and the gods were above, and if he knew that his companion was also tasked with making a silver plate for the lord to be presented to the king, he would never have killed the latter.

He also tried to destroy his face with charcoal, but before he could touch the flames, when he felt the heat, he threw the burning charcoal on the ground in unbearable condition.

"Frog Guy" Sneaking through the crowd, wrapping his cloak tightly, walking alone through the long pass, the pass is lush with vegetation, although someone is constantly cleaning it, but it can still touch his knees, these grass seems to grow so tall overnight, but if no one cleans up, these grasses will cover people's waists, I heard that it is because the orcs have discarded too much flesh and blood here, even if the people of Thundercastle will gather the corpses together and burn them after the war, but the ashes that fall after the wind can still become the favorite nutrient of the grass and trees- They are as strong as humans, and even orcs who have conceived and grown much faster than humans are subtly unable to surpass humans in this regard, and as soon as the eyes of the gods and the abyss are removed, they will spread silently everywhere, firmly grasping anything that can be grasped.

After passing the second city gate, the chest of the "frog guy" also straightened slightly, after all, it was not in the queue to enter the city, almost no one would pay attention to a humble mortal, he breathed the air in the Thunder Castle deeply, and always felt that the air here was sweeter than outside the city walls, and the aroma of fried dough and stewed vegetables poured violently into his nostrils, making his saliva flood like a wave, although the "frog guy" had a few copper coins, he didn't dare to talk to those traveling merchants and vendors who sold food- The latter's eyes were too sharp, and it was clear at a glance that he was just an outcast, and he paid for fried dough and stews, but in his hands was charcoal that was about to burn out, and there was a mocking laugh - of course, the "frog guy" did not dare to ask the guards to make decisions for themselves, the outcasts were not qualified to enter the city, and his ability to stand here was already a soldier's tolerance and indulgence to his companions, and if he caused trouble, he would be hanged on the city wall, and the soldiers associated with it would also be reprimanded and punished.

Normally, his daughter would prepare some delicious food for him, as well as wine, but today the "frog guy" saw another shortcut at a glance, a priest in a long robe was passing in front of him, and the "frog guy" quickly followed, walking at the end of the procession, and followed them into an alley like a priest's handyman. After walking silently for a while, the priests stopped, subtly surrounding the "frog guys" at the end of a dead alley, "mortals," the leader priest asked impatiently, "do you have something to tell us?" "The frog guys" certainly had nothing to tell them, but he wasn't so afraid of these spellcasters because they ...... Well, they're followers of Ilmot, as a craftsman, "Frogman" Of course, the emblem of each deity is known, and the emblem of Ilmot is pale hands aided by red ropes, but the emblem worn by these people is three gray teardrops arranged in a triangle, according to them, they are an offshoot of the Ilmote sect, and they have been secretly shuttling through the slums of Thundercastle during this time, and to be honest, those poor mortals can hardly understand the complicated relationship between the sect and the emblem, but they see that these priests are indeed as poor and silent as the priests of Ilmot, and they give them medical treatment, treatment, and medicine, and they believe that they are indeed the messengers of the God of Onions。 But who were the "frog guys"? He had a vague sense that these people did not seem to be as noble as the Ilmort priests he had seen—he had the audacity to approach them, deliberately saying something ambiguous—he had not received much benefit, just some food and wine, but given his status, the "frog guys" had to be silenced for the time being, and of course he could report to the guards, but would it do him any good?

"Frog Guy" finally got a small bottle of winter wine mixed with water from their hands (how amazing!), as well as dried meat and fried dough with honey, the dough was already cold, and "Frog Guy" still swallowed the winter wine with water on the bottle, and the wine was mixed with starch and honey, so that his body quickly warmed up. He burped in satisfaction and swayed to his daughter's and soldier's quarters, while the priests of "Ilmot" watched him away with cold and mocking eyes.

"It's time for us to get out of here. The head of the pastor said. What they brought with them this time was an extremely swift plague that could spread through human blood, saliva and excrement, and could expand their territory faster than the dragons, and although they had medicine against the plague, they definitely didn't want to suffer from it - not to mention, it would kill faster than ever.

"Alcohol and sugar don't affect the survival of that thing, do they?" asked another priest, who, though they had spread enough plague in the places where the commoners gathered, always wanted her prestige to be as well known as possible.

"Even the gastric juice is helpless with it. Another pastor said. So the first priest nodded, and starting with him, the priests methodically unfastened their cloaks, flipped their robes, the inside of which was plain linen, and put the emblem in their pockets, and they now looked no different from ordinary wandering merchants.

No one notices them, but soon, the name of the Lady of Sickness and Poison will be ringing throughout Thundercastle and even in the Highlands Norman.

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"Frog Guy" came to his daughter's house, here is the lord of Thunder Fort for the soldiers' families to prepare a house, the house is not big, there are two floors, there is a big hearth on the ground floor, when the cold winter comes, as long as there is enough fuel, it can warm the whole house, his daughter looks haggard and sat on the edge of the hearth, a pot of bean porridge is boiling on the charcoal fire that is about to be extinguished, when she sees her father, she is happy, she entertains her father to drink bean porridge, and brings the wine left here by the soldiers, but "Frog Guy" He just waved his hand and refused: "I met a few friends," he said, "It's not good to drink too much." Then he took out his wine again and gave it to his daughter.