The secret letter on Gaget Exkushin's desk:

Your Excellency Gegit Exkushin, in accordance with the wishes of His Majesty the Great Emperor and Your Excellency of the Holy Falcon Empire, all the orcs in the territory of Tanganis have been expelled, and the total number of orcs hunted is as high as 3,709 - a great victory! These pickled maggots are not worthy to set foot in the Emperor and your land.

Your faithful servant, Prapi Bolton, congratulates you that the land of Tanganis is now pure—thanks to the greatness of His Majesty the Emperor and your wisdom. The filthy souls of the orcs can no longer infect your sacred land.

The number of fleeing orcs was about 6,000, divided into three groups, the largest of which fled in the direction of the Zanmir territory, and the subordinates did not dare to continue the pursuit; A small part robbed the dockyards of Port Dott and fled overseas; More than 400 people are currently gathered in Logwood Town at the foot of the Terror Mountains. The de facto ruler of Logwood is the Dundean family, with the current head of the house, Don Dundees, serving as the executive of Logwood - he refuses to surrender and cooperates with the siege of the orcs.

The Dundees family has a close relationship with the Orzhov Chamber of Commerce, and we dare not act rashly. Your foolish servant asks for your instructions.

—Pilates Burton outside Logs, Elsa 138, Summer, Magic Week, Wednesday.

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Gaget Exkushin's reply to Prapi Burton:

There was only one voice from Tangnis, and the orcs who fled to the Zanmir territory should not be heeded. Storm Logs: Orcs, kill them all; The Dundees family, killed; The townsfolk of Logs, kill them all.

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Michael knelt down on one knee: "Michael Donavan and his family visit Lord Runwolf, Lord Zanmir, Lord of Longtalon Fort." ”

Slava motioned for everyone to be flat, then opened his arms, hugged Michael tightly, and said happily, "Oh, Michael, my brother and advisor, it's a pleasure to see you—by the way, Lena, the headband is so beautiful." ”

"Oh, Slava, I haven't seen you in a long time, boys, okay? Anthony is almost an adult... Michael babbled on and on. However, as soon as he began to speak, he was interrupted by a "cough" from his wife: "Lord Duke, I would like to meet Lady Svertana alone—I heard that she is also in the castle. ”

Slava hurriedly said, "Oh, Lena, Aunt Svertana and Anastasia are chatting under the dragon fire tree. Jorgen! Settle the children well. I'm going to go with Mike... Forehead... Let's talk about important things. Slava had wanted to have a few drinks with his brother he hadn't seen in a long time, and then play with the grabs. But he suddenly saw Lena's expression and hurriedly changed his words.

With the children in place, Jorgen knocked on the door of the study. "Please come in." Jorgen pushed open the door, and the wine glass on the tray was steady, not a drop of wine had been spilled. Jorgen puts down the tray with his left hand and places the wine glasses in the tray in front of Slava and Michael with his right hand. "Sir, Mr. Michael, please" Jorgen bent over and prepared to leave the study.

"Jorgen, you stay and listen to Mike's report." Slava said. "As you wish, sir." Jorgen snapped his fingers and stuffed the tray into the little manservant who came in, then listened with a serious look on his face behind his back.

"Oh, it's not Yorgen Butler, it's Yorgen Advisor... Michael quipped.

"Don't be a fool, clever man, I say—can you fix this problem?" Slava urged Michael not to say anything useless.

"Well, how many years of getting used to it. You're feeling the recent low temperatures, right? ”

Slava and Jorgen both nodded and motioned for Michael to continue.

Michael continued: "I feel that the temperature is not changing normally, Neverwinter is on the northwestern border of the Zanmir Territory, and Lena and I are coming from there with the children. The other day, there was a heavy snow in Neverwinter, and I felt a slight abnormality in blue mana, and I didn't dare tell Lina about it—Lina, as the death hugger maid of the Spider Sect, was not sensitive to blue mana. And because of that prophecy, I was afraid that she would be uneasy. ”

Michael took a sip of wolf blood wine and continued, "It's not like it hasn't snowed in Neverwinter, but it's the first time I've seen it so big and the temperature so low. There must be a reason for what happens, but at the moment we have so little information that I can't analyze anything. However, I was somewhat worried about the garrison of the logging fortress. The Logging Fortress is next to the Water Mist Forest, and there are many powerful beasts and magical beasts in the Water Mist Forest, and the logging team that often attacks the Logging Fortress in normal times. Now that the snow has fallen and the temperature has dropped dramatically, I'm afraid of hordes of brutes attacking the logging forts—those brutes have very good noses, and humans are a big meal in their eyes, old man. ”

"It's a serious problem, sir." After hearing this, Jorgen said worriedly: "There are many powerful beasts and monsters in the Water Mist Forest who hate low temperatures, I don't know if you remember the beast eight years ago - that rapid, that encirclement and you hurt one of its eyes - but it still ran away. And then there's the cat lizards, which are more dangerous, and while they only have some slight green and black mana talents, they come in packs. ”

"Yes, cats and lizards are very cunning and dangerous predators, and a single one is not worth mentioning, but they never act alone, they come in groups—hundreds of them together." Michael added.

Slava's face became solemn: "In this case, the problem is too serious. First, the inexperience of the Zamir Territory in dealing with prolonged and widespread low temperatures may cause panic. Second, our orc friends are short of supplies, and their centaur allies and newborns of the last few years can't make it through. Thirdly, the one-eyed beast was particularly dangerous—it was so large and powerful—especially its tail, which was like a whip, and hey... Last time, we lost several good boys by the tail of that beast, and if it dares to show its face this time, we must never suffer again. ”

After listening to the duke's summary, Michael first took another sip of wine, then he touched his chin, rolled his eyes, and had an idea: "The first problem is the most serious, if it causes panic among the people, the casualties may increase exponentially." Farmland will be deserted – towns with little food can cause displacement and famine. The low temperatures will leave no hunters to hunt, wild beasts will affect our logging team, and there will be a shortage of firewood and logs for construction. We must send soldiers to cooperate with the consuls and magistrates in various places to maintain order. ”

Michael took another sip of his wine and continued, "Number two: we need to help our orc friends, whose centaur allies and newborns in the northern part of the realm need to migrate to the south of Longtalon. Thirdly, I led a group of men and horses to personally support the defense of the logging fortress. ”

"You're right, Mike. But I'm going to personally lead the team to support the logging fortress, and the beast will never return, and I'm going to make it blood for the dead boys. Slava said excitedly as he slapped the table.

"Sir." Jorgen said slowly, "You can't lead the team yourself, the Logging Fortress has Michael to lead the support enough to deal with that beast - plus the strength of Lady Elpara and Young Master Givell, the Logging Fortress is impregnable." What is really serious is the panic that can be caused by low temperatures. You must sit in Longtalon Fort, where you are at peace; You are here to be the source of our faith. You have to sit in your study to handle government affairs and dispatch all parties. ”

"Jorgen...

"I know what you mean, sir. But I remind you that you are now not just a lord, but also a father of five children and the husband of a sick woman. Especially after Madame fell ill. And besides, you're not young anymore! In addition, Miss Anastasia is currently a regular nun in the Church, and the priests, nuns and grandmothers of the Church can play a great role in calming people's hearts and healing the wounded, so you must send Miss Anastasia to organize and mobilize them. This is also very good for Miss Anastasia's prestige, and Young Master Geviler can also make a great achievement. Jorgen persuaded.

Slava had no choice but to say: "Okay! All right! I'm just staying in this goddamn study... ”

At the same time, the small garden of Fort Longtalon.

"Good afternoon, Miss Svertana, Miss Anastasia." Lena saluted.

"Little Lena, are you here? Sit down and try the lemon cake with Anastasia, my stomach doesn't work! "Aunt Lena~ The lemon cake is delicious! Come and try it - Aunt Svertana hasn't been able to eat anything for more than ten years~~"

"Ms. Svertana, this... Lena secretly made gestures that were characteristic of the Spider Cult.

Svertana happily understood, "Anastasia, you go to Agilyl first, and bring a few pieces of lemon cake and tea." Anastasia gracefully drifted away with food and drink.

"Alright, now it's just the two of us, let's talk about it, Lena."

"Life and death must be balanced, High Priest Svertana. I mainly wanted to ask about the Oracle of the Mother Spider. There aren't many people in the sect who know about the Spider Mother Oracle, and I'm still at a loss for the Spider Mother Oracle here, and I don't have any clues. ”

"Life and death must be balanced, Lena, the hugger. I have a clue here, and I'm investigating. Svertana replied.

Lena hurriedly asked, "May I ask which clue is it?" ”

"A possible candidate for sealing the source of the plague..."