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Unbeknownst to the Norman Queen, at the same time as she made this decree, Leona and Baldwin had already left the Dragonfire Islands and headed for the Norman Highlands. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

None of this was in Leona's plan, her previous plan was to find out the leader of the great conspiracy that had killed Norman, her father, in order to clear the charges against him, reclaim his family name and inheritance, and then return to the Highlands with Baldwin as the respected and beloved future ruler of the Norman people. But things changed too quickly, first it was very ironic, the old king's all the plans he had failed to achieve, the addition of women to the list of heirs actually died in his death, and his desired heir was supported by the majority of the people after leaving the royal capital with a crime, and then the threatened King John almost frantically squandered the money and power accumulated by the previous kings, dragging Norman into the abyss of destruction in full view, and then, King John died humbly in one night, and no one investigated the source of death, apparently this ending satisfied many people, just like when the old king died- The king is dead, long live the king, according to the revised succession law, Norman's first female heir was put on the throne, it is ridiculous, they are not willing to let Leona inherit the throne, but they are much more lenient with Diane.

"Because she has Dylan," said Baldwin, "and the only son she loves dearly." ”

They received information from the Castle on the side islands, and Baldwin and Leona had no doubt about the correctness of it, as they were familiar with the paper made of plant fibers and the handwriting of the elven ranger Kerryben, and they questioned Gülen's thieves who had left behind on the Dragonfire Islands, and confirmed that Dylan Donclair had not left the capital, and that Thundercastle was now run by a greedy and short-sighted man.

Baldwin sat by the fire, the light orange light of the fire illuminating his upright face, he had been rapidly emaciated on the run, and then regained strength on the Dragonfire Islands with plenty of food and undisturbed sleep, but in just a dozen days, the wrinkles that had gathered at the corners of his eyes and between his brows deepened, and his beard protruded from his skin, forming a shovel shape under his lips, and then joining with the upturned part of his lips, a new feature that made him look perhaps older than he really was, and more majestic and awe-inspiring, at least Leona didn't care about it at all, no matter what Baldwin looked likeShe likes and accepts them.

"He shouldn't have done that. Berdwin said.

"Who?" asked Leona, and then she thought of someone: "Dylan? Why not, that's Highland Norman." ”

"He's a Don Clay. ”

"Probably not," Leona had always wondered why Baldwin had always had ridiculously sweet fantasies about his unrelated brother, even though Dylan Donclay had never shown affection or respect for his brother, he hated and was jealous of Baldwin, Leona thought, and that was something that everyone could tell.

"I know," said Baldwin, "Dylan may have wished he had never had my brother," he took a deep breath, and Leona saw a glitter in the corner of his eye, and her heart softened at once, "Morton Donclay told me," Birdwin said, "he knew that Dylan had a child with his father's deepest desire, but he hated his wife, and this child, so, although he knew it was unfair to Dylan, he still, couldn't accept him- Even the sight of him makes Morton feel his heart pierced by a sword. ”

"You know Dylan didn't inherit Morton Donkray's bloodline. Leona whispered.

"I didn't know. "But now...... "He was forced to flee the Norman capital only to find out that he was a stupid donkey who kept spinning around the stone mill called Thundercastle blindfolded, and when Dykremar was managing the side island, countless pieces of information were handed to him, such as Dylan's true identity, such an important and not secretive thing was of course among them, and he even knew that Dylan's biological father, Fouquet's mother was probably from Grenada, and he couldn't help but feel creepy when the two were linked.

"Then you're still clinging to such ......" Leona reluctantly swallowed a nasty adjective, "Hold on to expectations?"

"Because I know that Dylan always wanted my father to be proud of him," said Baldwin, "and you know what? I used to think that if Dylan could prove that he could be a credible and honorable lord, I wouldn't mind going back to the capital, or to my village, or to ...... with my wife."

He paused suddenly, the fire was still burning, the branches crackled, and after losing the sound of talking, there was such silence around him, so silence that Leona felt like she was being pressed against her chest by a whole tower, she felt like she couldn't breathe, and after a few attempts finally disguised a sad smile: "Of course," she whispered, "Penny loves you." She had only been bewitched and seduced, a courtesy and affection that almost no woman could refuse, and she had paid a terrible price—Leona wanted to say so, but she found herself at the limit of her giving.

"But you won't, will you?" said Berdwin.

"Yes," said Leona, "I won't, never will." ”

The former owner of Thundercastle held out his hand to her, and Leona walked over and sat down beside Berdwin, the man's strong arms around her shoulders, which were broader than the other women's, and they fit together like they were forged for each other.

"Dylan is going to be the king of Norman. Leona whispered, remembering her father, and after confirming that she would not have any more sons, the king took her daughter's hand and made her sit on the throne of black iron, with a crown of pure gold and a scepter, and told Norman that one day it would be hers.

"The king of Norman can only be Leona, and it will be Leona. At this moment, though, he said, a picture flashed in his quiet mind, as quiet as night, and it was as splendid as a silk carpet, and though the time was so short, it was effortlessly recognized by Baldwin as an illusion, and that in the waters of the Far North, they had been tested by the dragons, and he had never mentioned it to anyone, for he thought it was ridiculous, and it was impossible. He didn't feel it at all the strongest longing in his heart, but only regarded it as a senseless and ridiculous dream.

"It will only be you," he said, "it can only be you." ”

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In the same way, the news of Dylan Donkray's imminent coronation fell like a bird on Wuthering Plains, on Gersh's arm, and he listened, then crushed the toothy and tongue-like eyeball.

"It's a magic paraphernalia," Rika pointed out earnestly, "but if it's damaged, it's going to be compensated." ”

"The Norman capital of the Highlands is full of magical paraphernalia," said Gersh generously, "and you can go in and pick any of them." He glanced at the red robe obliquely, "Or your mentor?"

"I don't think we need to think about it yet, Your Majesty," said Rika, "and we're still in the Whistling Plains, some way from the Norman capital. ”

"Not far away," said Gersh, as he walked over and lifted the tent, and the cold wind immediately poured in from the outside—the most abundant pyroxene produced in the Wuthering Plains, and as the king of the orcs, Gersh's tent certainly did not lack these strange ores, and his tent was as warm as spring, which made Rica curl his lips unhappily, and he put his hands in his sleeves and followed Gersh out of the tent. The rulers of the orcs have the right to set up their tents in the highest place, and from here, you can see the "sheepfold" of the orcs, the last fetuses of monsters were born in the "sheepfold" a few days ago, those slaves, even if they did not die, lost their maximum use, and hordes of small monsters squatted on their still warm bodies, devouring their mother's flesh and blood, growing up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the orcs did not dare to approach them at all, because they never refused the food that was right in their mouths, any.

"You probably won't make the same mistake you made last time, right?" asked Gersh, "but I don't think it's a mistake." ”

"Potions need to be experimented and optimized," Ricka said frankly, "at least not your people will have to lose anything this time." ”

Gersh let out a sarcastic laugh through his nose, he wouldn't have worried about the stupid and arrogant fellows, but if, he was saying, these monsters could completely destroy the human defenses and will, as the red-robed men had described, rather than allowing the latter to wear down the orc's knife, which was no longer heavy enough, he would certainly have liked to see it.

They were watched by thousands of pairs of eyes as they walked through those "sheepfolds", and the monsters that perhaps shouldn't be called small devoured the remains of humans while hungrily catching the trail of their live prey with their devilish red eyes, and if it weren't for the magic that imprisoned and frightened them, Gersh and Ricka would have swarmed and devoured them, no matter what their identities were.

"You can control these things?" Gersh said rudely, "I think anything is a piece of meat in their eyes." ”

"We don't need them to be very intelligent," Ricka said, "we just need chaos." "Smart creatures are not very likable sometimes, they always think too much," he said. ”

He glanced at Gersh, and the orc, who had two of his heights of nearly three heights, also glanced at him, "I think so too. Gersh said.

Ricka waited for a moment, and perhaps because he looked away, a monster thought it had spotted a creature that had slackened enough to give up its vigilance, and it pounced, leaping about thirty feet in a single leap, crashing into the transparent barrier, and Gersh could see the air trembling.

"They ......"

"How?"

"I will not let my people graze these beasts. Gersh said.

"How can you think that," said Rika, "this is our work, and of course only we can enslave them." ”

Gersh remembers that he had asked the crucial question after the guy named Ao or something came up with the idea, would they reproduce, how long would they live, and if the Red Robe had told him that the monsters would breed, or that they would have eaten all of the Highland Normans before they died, Gersh thought he might have waited longer.

In fact, if it weren't for the oracle of the beast god Kawu, Gersh wouldn't have cooperated with these cunning half-humans, the orcs are very cruel, they are not only cruel, but also extremely insane.

"Thirty days later," Rika said suddenly, "the first snow of the year will fall at Dragon's Belly Pass." ”

"It's tradition that the orcs attack before the first snowfall," Gersh shrugged indifferently, "but I think we might be able to follow that tradition this year." ”

"That's great," Ricka smiled, "rules have always been a nuisance, and I think we could make a great gift to Norman's new king if we're quick enough." ”

The orc's lips flipped upwards to reveal fangs, a smile that resembled a scare.

The fat warlock swallowed a potion, his throat ached like a dozen cats grinding their claws in it, and the potion flowed down his throat, bringing coolness and healing, and he tried it, glad that he was able to speak as usual.

Before going into battle again, the Warlock checked his scroll belt, and there wasn't much left of the scroll, but it was all scrolls that copied powerful damaging spells. He joined up with his fellow mages, and around them were spellcasters with a wealth of combat experience, and the priests' magic was thrown at them, making them powerful, mentally focused, and able to withstand most damage: "It's okay. Then a spell was thrown into the outside world, and a false vision concealed them from immediate detection by the enemy, a priest said.

However, this was only temporary, once they were drawn into the omnipresent battle, their whereabouts had to be exposed to dangerous sight, according to the previous arrangement, several mages chanted incantations together, the raging flames formed a wide wall, blocking the dragonclaw knights and Grenada's warlocks, while the fat warlocks and a few other spellcasters crawled quickly on the outside of the city wall like spiders or lizards with the help of spells, and the dragonclaw knights noticed them, and the thrown spells and spears broke and burst outside the barrier of protective spells, the light almost made them unable to open their eyes, and the fat warlock heard his companions screaming beside himTheir barrier could crumble at any moment from too many blows, some fell, others were caught, and the fat warlock desperately crawled forward, he was not far from the two towering wreckage.