Farah the lame, riding his signature mount, an adult ptarmigan, flies lonely over Winter Mountains.

That's right, he's alone. In this world, there are too few people who can keep up with him.

At his feet, in the territory of the kingdom of Trich, smoke rises everywhere, and all this is his masterpiece.

Unlike Hao Yun's image of Xiao Bai Brain, the lame wolf Farah is not a Barbossa with a full face, fierce eyes, and a lame leg.

On the contrary, he is a handsome, even handsome, middle-aged man.

He has a slender figure, a deep contour of his face, and more specially, he also has long silver-white hair, which gives him a very dusty temperament.

Among the brutal and ferocious mercenaries, Farah stands out like an out-of-place poet. The only fly in the ointment is that the king of mercenaries is indeed missing an arm, and the sleeve on his right side hangs empty, which is why the name of the lame wolf comes from.

When he was still young and his name was unknown, Farah tamed a Thunderbird on a cliff in the North at the cost of losing his right arm.

Even now, this exchange is too cost-effective.

What Farah was riding was the same ptarmigan that he had tamed back then. In the world of Glyas, the Thunderbird is not the most capable creature, but it is definitely the fastest.

The lame wolf enjoyed the feeling of being on the back of a ptarmigan and harnessing the wind. Although the mage can fly, he is far less agile than himself, and his speed is much worse.

The king of mercenaries is thirty-five years old, and is known for being strong, intelligent, and cold. Outsiders, even the closest retinue, could not figure out what he really thought from beneath the iceberg-like exterior.

Only Farah himself knew that there was still a fire burning in his chest.

He patted the Thunderbird on the neck, and the ferocious flying beast grunted in its throat.

He misses years ago, when he wasn't the king of mercenaries. At that time, he was a lone wolf in the north. What a time it was. He was with the old man he sat down, drank the strongest wine, killed the most ruthless people, and did whatever he wanted.

Whenever the Thunderbird spreads its huge wings and cuts through the sky against the violent wind, Farah can feel the free and wild soul in the wind.

No one can keep up with his speed, no one!

What the Thunderbirds brought to Farah was not only the passion of speed, but also irreplaceable tactical value. After he became the leader of the mercenaries, aerial reconnaissance, commanding operations, his old buddy was his most reliable companion. He himself, a super swordsman, can even run to dozens of locations in a day, killing all obstacles.

Otherwise, the title of the king of mercenaries, could he have earned it with that face?

Farah was racing in the wind, his long silver hair fluttering in the wind, his expression was calm, but his heart was full of joy.

- The plan succeeded!

He flew over Trich all night, and the smoke was just as he had expected. At this time, his army of mercenaries from the north was storming the walls of Kaliheri, and the defenders were putting up a desperate resistance.

But the defenders' fantasies of reinforcements would never arrive, and Trich was already embattled. The mercenaries of the North will destroy Trich's royal family once and for all, and establish a new kingdom on this scorched earth.

- Soon, the world will soon change! These greedy aristocrats, these shameless taxes, all injustice and inequality will disappear, and tomorrow's Glyas will open a new page.

Farah was dreaming of his inner ideal kingdom when suddenly, a blinding white light flashed below, and it quickly overtook him. He was stunned for a while, and hurriedly urged the Thunderbird to catch up with the light, but no matter how hard he tried, he chased farther and farther.

Farah lets the Thunderbird fall. He stood at the top of the Winter Walking Mountain, watching the white light speed along the winding mountain path and finally turn into a meteor in the skyline.

An object flying in the white light, Farah caught it. It's a palm-sized jar of green metal, incredibly delicate. He pulled open the can-rat ring without a teacher, and smelled a special aroma of wine.

Without any other doubts, he tilted his head and took a sip.

Oh, it tastes so good!

The silver-haired Farah pinched his beer and stood there with the Thunderbird, looking lonely in the direction where the white light had disappeared.

"Hiccup!"

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In the middle of the night, Farah arrived at the Siege of Kaliheri and the headquarters of the mercenary army. This is a small valley at the end of the Winter Walking Mountain Range. The leaders of the major mercenary groups involved in the operation are waiting for the arrival of the mercenary king.

All the generals and soldiers looked at the mercenary king in the sky with admiration, and the officials of Glias always thought that Farah was a bandit leader, but more powerful than ordinary mercenaries. In fact, they were very wrong, Farah is the spiritual belief of the mercenaries in the north, and everyone believes not in his face, not in his thunderbird, but in the ideal country he depicts to everyone.

"The plan worked." These were the first words of Farah jumping off the Thunderbird.

The mercenaries erupted into strong cheers, how could they not cheer. There will no longer be worries about their offense.

"How's the case with Kaliheri?" The king of mercenaries took off his trench coat casually to one of his attendants, and walked lightly to his main seat, and the leaders respectfully made way for him.

"Kalihiri is defending to the death, but the brothers are attacking so hard that they can't bear it." Luke reports to Farah.

This is a giant man armed with a steel battle axe, and his upper body ** shows explosive muscles. He was one of the first mercenary forces to support Farah, and was deeply trusted by the Mercenary King.

The silver-haired Farah sat on the throne and nodded faintly.

At this time, another attendant stepped forward and reported in a low voice: "My lord, Madame is here." ”

Farah, who sat gracefully on the throne, stumbled and almost fell. He hurriedly changed his sitting position as a cover.

“…… Well, got it. ”

Still calm.

The atmosphere at the headquarters was lively, and everyone fell into ecstasy, as if victory was within reach. But instead of falling into a carnival with them, Farah fell into an inexplicable depression.

He straightened his long silver hair and knocked on the table to signal everyone to be quiet.

"I had just been flying over the Winter Trekking Mountain on a Thunderbird, when suddenly a carriage without horses flew in front of me."

"A carriage without horses?" One of his men asked curiously, "Is it Trich's secret weapon?" ”

Farah shook his head: "I couldn't see who the owner was, I only saw the coat of arms composed of five diamonds in the back. ”

"Your Majesty, why don't you stop him to take a look?"

Farah was silent for a moment and replied, "He's fast and smooth around corners." I was flying in the sky, but I couldn't catch up. ”

Faster than the Thunderbird?! The mercenaries were really stunned.

"If any of you see it, please tell him, and I'll be waiting for him in the Winter Mountains."

After the lame wolf finished speaking, he stepped on the Thunderbird and flew to Kalihiri not far away again, he still had one last trump card to play.