The commander's words surprised Draenor, who had thought that the soldiers guarding the city of Peara were the tools of King Will, but even a small commander with only a hundred or so men clearly felt the cruelty of war.

Gark was indeed a soldier who swore allegiance to the Great King, but he was no ordinary Lycos who loved Snowway and the people who lived there, and it was because of this that he was disgusted with war.

At first glance, Draenor had thought that the saber-wielding commander was nothing more than a soulless war machine, but now it seems that seeing is not believing.

According to the commander, the soldiers seemed happy to see new drinks delivered to Pyara, they had lost faith in the distant truce, and all the soldiers wanted a chance to indulge, and a hearty drink might be a good choice.

Even the king himself was delighted with the arrival of the drinks, and he would inevitably perceive the decline in morale, not to mention the fact that he had been distressed by the loss of alcohol for many years.

Perhaps this proves that coming to Boyara with a drink is the right choice.

The carriage paused for a moment before entering the gates, and just as the soldiers were about to search them again, the commander waved out the window for them to stand down.

"Excuse me, with all this effort, why don't you hurry up and guard the city gate to guard against the attack of the 'dog faction'? Are you still worried about me sitting here? ”

The soldiers looked at each other for a moment, then straightened their backs and turned to retreat, I don't know if it was because of the commander's carelessness or because he deliberately avoided the tedious search for the group, Draenor was a little suspicious that the middle-aged man in front of him might become his own.

"Ahem, ahem...... Sorry, I'm a little allergic to the dust from the carriage. Closer to home, what's going on in Spirited Water Towns? The commander shook his beard and coughed a few times, then straightened his back and asked politely.

Surprisingly, he seems to be very interested in Spirited Water, which should not be too much of a concern for a border town where winemaking is the main business. Considering the other side's previous attitude towards the war, it seems that there is nothing wrong with appropriately disclosing the situation to him.

"Truth be told, it's very bad, the distillery's assembly line has been almost stagnant for almost ten years, but thanks to the drawings I brought from Canaan, Legge was able to fix the broken machinery, and it should last another two or three years according to the current situation. In any case, Leg is an optimistic gentleman, and everything will be fine with him, isn't it? ”

Of course, the words that "the people of Spiritwater Town have been cornered and have begun to engage in tomb robbing" cannot be said in any way, and Draenor deliberately kept an eye out to ask something from the other party's mouth.

"Heh, it was still like that ten years ago, no matter how much that guy is, he can't change his nature of valuing money as his life. He used to cheat when he played marbles together as a child, but at least he didn't become an obnoxious profiteer. ”

The commander shook his head and smiled bitterly, it seems that he and Leg are old friends who have grown up together, and then again, their words and deeds are indeed somewhat similar, especially the way they cough. It's just that now they both have different missions, and they are also busy with their own careers, not to mention that they haven't seen each other for nearly ten years.

"By the way, since we're all friends with Lege, I should introduce myself as well. My name is Garke, and I used to live in the village next door to Lieshui Town, and when these messes are cleaned up, I hope that my husband and Leg can come to the village as a guest in the future. ”

"I hope the war will be extinguished as soon as possible!"

Draenor smiled at the other party, he didn't care if it was just a polite remark, but at least he had figured out the commander's identity, and simply turned his gaze to the towering building outside the window to divert the topic.

"Compared to Spiritwater Town, Boyara is unbelievably brilliant! Forgive me for not knowing much about the local situation as a foreigner, this should be the imperial capital of Snowway, right? Why does it look like an independent city-state from every location? ”

Halfway through his words, Draenor's voice suddenly stopped for a moment, because he noticed that Commander Garke's face suddenly became gloomy, maybe he was too naïve, after all, the other party was still a supporter of the Long King, and he still felt a little offended by his unabashed behavior.

"It's a pity that this is not a city-state, and it can't be called an imperial capital for the time being."

Garke took off his ostentatious puffer hat from the top of his head, and he could tell that he was already covered in sweat in such a hot weather.

"Although the Lycos are accustomed to calling Snowway an empire, the name has long since died in name only, and there is no need to make a fuss about my words, even King Will himself has to admit it. I'm sure you also know more or less about our culture, only people with high-level blood can be called 'long kings', but that's where the problem lies.

"There is still a large part of the gray area between the chief king and the nobility, and the Lycos are still accustomed to living in scattered tribes after all, many tribes are out of Snowway's control, and their leader has set himself up as a king and wants to usurp the position of Snowway's chief king, I believe this is the root cause of many wars in recent years."

From this point of view, Snowway is still in fact a geographical name and not an empire at all, and it seems that even the innocent people displaced by the war do not know what this chaotic country is.

But this situation is all too familiar to Draenau, just as his hometown of Eichenryde and the Northern Empire of Yaridan are also called "Dori" by the surrounding countries, but they are just lands occupied by the same civilization.

"But Will, the eldest king of Peryara, is undoubtedly the greatest wolf king of North Abel, he has tens of thousands of gold and the most powerful army, no matter how powerful our opponents are, the royal family of Lesda is still the lord of North Abel who inherits the blood of Mutu."

Garke's words were disinterested, and they sounded like a somewhat conceited slogan, but the group was about to see King Wellustad's true face, and then everything would fall into place.

The conversation between the two did not seem to affect the calm of Viclily and Jeanne, who looked at the buildings that flashed around them without saying a word, and the complex concept of a region like this must have been difficult for the two of them to understand.

Draenor simply ended the conversation, he looked at the majestic buildings around him that he had never seen before, the houses and outposts stood in a staggered manner, unlike the surrounding towns, where there seemed to be no merchant at all, where the carriages went were all dwellings with closed doors and windows, and soldiers in matte armor were shuttling through the streets like machines, as if checking the situation in all corners of the city of Peyara, so as to be ready to deal with the sudden enemy army.

The carriage finally stopped at the edge of a marble square, and Calke politely pushed the door open and helped Viklico, dressed as an old woman, to get down, and Delano and Jeanne followed closely to the edge of the square.

Standing in the center of the square is an angular rectangular building, which is like a huge brick carved with colorful patterns to block the sun's rays, and the four corners of the building are erected spiral stone pillars nearly three meters high, and the flag printed with the wolf's head totem hangs on the stone pillars and flutters in the wind, it is obvious that this is the palace where the Changwang lives.

The wagon carrying the wine drove along the curved road of the square to the side of the palace, Commander Garke put on his tweaked hat again, and Draenor unconsciously took care of his clothes, knowing that all this was a sign that he was about to meet the king who owned half of the North Abel.

The group quickened their pace and followed the Commander, the massive rectangular structure gradually closing in on them, dark clouds of shadows obscuring Draenor's vision, giving him an indescribable sense of oppression.

The general structure of the interior of the building is not as cumbersome as expected, and shortly after entering the gate, all that appears is a huge palace with no top in sight.

The gilded arches supported the palace like a spine, the gold filigree carpets made it difficult to cover the dazzling light reflected by the marble tiles, the chandeliers, the frescoes, the sculptures, all these ostentatious and dazzling decorations reminded Draenor of the unique precious metal - gold.

Commander Gark suddenly stopped, leaned down on one knee, and slowly bowed his head towards the formidable figure sitting on the golden throne.

"See the Lord of North Abel, the only scepter of the god Mutu - King Will!"

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