Celita proved with her actions that she wasn't joking.

The next morning, the already bloated queue became even more bloated. The caravan was loaded with what little food and household items they had left, and the villagers, carrying hoes and iron forks, followed the procession, driving the cattle that the robbers had not yet had time to slaughter.

Leaving the land where they depended on and following Celita to Boulder City for refuge, their faces did not have much joy for the rest of their lives, but were full of confusion about the future.

They can't stay in the city all the time, where they can escape the cold winter and the war, but there is no place for them. If this war does not end before the beginning of spring next year, and if no new settlements are found, the seeds of wheat cannot be planted before the sting, and many people will starve to death by this time next year......

But if they don't go, it won't help to stay here.

As the war rages on, the security in this area will only deteriorate, and without the protection of their lords, they will not even have a chance to survive this winter.

Inside the carriage, Ela hung her little head unawakely, and Emily still hung on her chair like a koala doing her homework.

The green onion jade fingers opened the curtains, and Leia looked at the elongated line behind her, and sighed softly.

"It's going to slow down the march."

"Do you think it's better to leave all that stuff behind?" Jiang Feng said casually.

"Stay here, they'll die, right?"

"If you leave it alone, probably will." Jiang Feng shrugged, "Even with them, it's not very likely that they will survive this winter." ”

"The half-elf would never abandon her injured companion, I can understand her feelings." Leia said.

Jiang Feng suddenly laughed out loud and shook his head.

"No, I dare to bet you on a pack of spicy strips, you absolutely don't understand."

Turning her head, Emily, who had been listening with her little ears pricked up, curious.

"What are spicy strips?"

"An ancient and enduring federal food...... There is a chance to make it for you to eat. ”

Reacting to the word eating, Iran, who was dozing off with her arms folded, muttered a dream word, and saliva fell from the corners of her mouth.

"Delicious ......"

Emily giggled and lay on the chair, Jiang Feng, who was sitting next to her, rolled her eyes helplessly, and reached out to gently push Yi Ran to the other side before the little head with the harazi was on her shoulder.

Leia, who had never had a smile on her face, couldn't help but bend the corners of her mouth with a smile.

But it didn't take long for the smile to drown in a faint melancholy.

Looking out the window and looking at the sky outside the carriage, Leia sighed softly.

"It's raining."

……

The dirt road leading to the Thorny Wasteland was only a light rain, and far away in the mountains of the Kara Mountains, outside Sardiniburg, it was already pouring down.

The rain washed the blood off the city and brought a respite to the defenders, who opened the sealed gates and sent out militiamen with wooden baskets and shovels to clean up the bodies buried in the trenches beneath the city.

Standing on the city walls, Flynn Sereen looked at the gray sky outside the city, his wrinkled face full of gloom.

At this moment, the guard, dressed in chain mail, walked up behind him and knelt down on one knee.

"Your Majesty."

"What's the matter?"

"Letter from Valland."

"Pick and choose to read it to me."

"Yes."

The guard opened the letter and quickly finished the parchment.

“…… His Highness said that reinforcements were already on the way. ”

The expression on his face didn't change much, and Flynn Serein looked at the heavy rain outside the city walls and said lightly.

"I see."

He didn't have any expectations for reinforcements at all, he knew very well what his kingdom would look like, and there were no more soldiers to mobilize after this war was fought until now. What's the use of squeezing dozens or even hundreds of recruits out of that already dry sponge and sending them here?

Far more than that number die on the walls every day.

Unless......

Flenching his fists, Flynn looked in the direction of Boulder.

……

Outside the city walls.

Under the black banner of the serpent's sword, a knight in black heavy plate armor stood on his horse. The slashed face was as cold as the cold wind howling over the Kara Mountains. The dark green pupils stared at the castle, and the gaze seemed to have some kind of penetrating power, piercing the rain curtain and threatening the soldiers on the city walls.

William Evelyn.

In addition to the title of Prince, he had many nicknames, most of which were bestowed upon him by enemies who revered him.

Like the renegade, like the executioner, like the butcher......

Not only himself, but also his personal guards, who were like immortal soldiers, also earned the fierce name of "butcher's knife" for his undefeated and terrifying record.

It is said that he was not like this before, but an illegitimate son with a foreign surname who inherited the castle and title by bloodline and luck, and had nothing to do except hunt on horseback and pick quarrels and provoke trouble, and was an out-and-out gentleman.

As for how his temperament changed drastically, from a gentleman to a tyrant who kills people on and off the battlefield without blinking, no one knows. Like the guards who seemed to come out of hell, he was filled with so many mysteries that he didn't even know about his henchmen.

At this moment, a black shadow came through the rain curtain.

Flapping its soaked wings, the crow landed on William's shoulder, standing on the shoulder armor and making a hoarse cry.

Slowly raising his left arm, the crow jumped onto his arm, and looking at the little guy shivering in the rain, William's mouth grinned a cruel grin.

"What's the matter, my poor old friend, seeing that I'm so excited that I can't even speak?"

Trembling in the pouring rain, the raven quacked twice in protest, fluttered its wings restlessly twice, and spoke in its dry, shrill voice.

"Good news, bad news, which to listen to?"

"A boring game starts with bad news." Prince William said unhurriedly.

"The little girl of the Gondal family, still alive, with the half-elves, together!"

The bushy eyebrows furrowed, but quickly turned into a disdainful smile.

The conquered nobles have all submitted to his iron hooves, and at this stage of this war, the life or death of a little girl is not important at all. After all, he didn't care about the legend at all, and he didn't expect any rats hiding in Valland's sewers to do anything big.

But having said that, those rats are Lucius's pets after all, and it is not convenient for him to lose the face of his allies at this critical juncture of imminent victory. Lucius, the god of treachery and conspiracy, had the strongest vindictiveness of all the four gods of Chaos, and he had already learned about it.

"I see, so good news?" William asked nonchalantly.

The raven flapped its wings and flew into the air, leaving only its voice like a broken branch hovering in the rain.

"Wizard, Valland, leave!"