In a dimly lit room, a dark-eyed little boy sits at a desk next to the window and reads a book. The sun shone through the window, and everything was as quiet and peaceful as if he was bathed in the baptism of holy light.

The boy read the contents of the book: "The last threat in the skies over Modian, the red-skinned dragon known as Midigot, was stabbed in the heart by the flaming sword in Savage's hand and fell rapidly from the sky. When the massive body collided with the earth, the ground began to shake, and the dust flooded the nearby villages......"

"Haidt, Haight, what are you doing? Hurry up! I heard from the servant that someone has seen the Red Dragon Banner. They were about to enter the city. From the bottom of the stairs in the corner of the room, a curly-haired boy ran up, and he said loudly as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Yes? I'm coming. Winter! Haight, who was reading the book, said and hurriedly closed the book he was reading. Jumping out of his chair, he ran down the stairs and out of the room with Winter.

The book was placed quietly on the desk, and after a while a man slowly walked from behind the nearby bookshelf. The man had loose hair, his face was wrinkled, and his black robe gave him a strange vision of blending in with the room.

He shook his head slowly, muttering, "Hey, these two little guys, they can't be idle! When will I be able to finish the whole "Savage Biography"!"

The old man picked up the book with his hand and gently wiped the cover of the book. The cover is printed with a fire-breathing dragon motif, and the multicolored gemstones make the pattern exquisite.

After placing the book back in the space on the shelf, the entire shelf took on a full six-star pattern. The old man babbled again and walked back into the darkness.

During the day, Dragonclaw City is at its most lively, and the people gathered from the surrounding villages are busy with their own business. Two little boys ran back and forth through the crowd, "Winter, you wait for me." Winter. Haight gasped behind him.

"If you don't hurry up, you won't be able to see it. It was you last time, so I didn't see anything. I can't afford to miss it this time. Winter sped up without looking back.

When the two of them ran near the city gate, they saw people standing in two rows in front of the city gate in the distance. In the middle of the road, a tall knight leading an army was staring out of the city gates.

The crowd blocked Winter's view, and in order to see more clearly, Winter exerted all his strength to squeeze through the crowd. Haidt pushed Winter forward from behind. In this way, the two men slowly squeezed to the front of the crowd, and just as Winter was at the front, he fell to the ground without paying attention. Haight stuck out his tongue and quickly squeezed him over and dragged him up.

At this time, someone in the crowd shouted: "Look, the red dragon sign." They're back!" Winter and Haidt's eyes were on the city gates.

From outside the city gate, a neat army was formed, and white banners were flying on both sides of the procession. Each white flag is embroidered with a red dragon breathing fire. In the middle of the procession was a young man in silver armor, riding a horse and walking steadily at the front of the group.

Seeing the soldiers returning in good spirits, the people watching from the city gate began to cheer, and the huge cheers were as lively as a holiday celebration.

When the two teams were together, the young man in silver armor jumped off his horse, walked up to the tall knight, and said, "Knight Jones, this is the Wanderer's Blade, and I will leave it to you now." The Brown Knight says he's waiting for you at camp with a good drink. ”

"Haha, Walter congratulates you on completing this mission. I've got the wine ready, and I'll want you to bring it the next time we meet in the camp!" said Jones Knight as he took the Wanderer's Blade from Walter's hand.

"Okay, I'll definitely bring the best next time. Then I brought my mother's cured meat. Walter replied with a smile.

"That's it. Jones patted Walter on the shoulder with his hand. Placing the Wanderer's Blade on his waist, he turned and mounted his horse.

After getting on his horse, Jones said to Walter again: "Your brothers have been coming back for a few days, and your brothers have not been going to me to ask questions. Go back and take a look, I guess they won't be in a hurry for a long time. ”

Walter smiled slightly, nodded and said, "I guessed this a long time ago." They're all fans of stories, and they must be waiting for me to tell them stories, and I'm causing you trouble. ”

"Nothing! Then I'm leaving, we'll talk at the camp next time." Goodbye!" Knight Jones waved his hand and led the team out of the city gate.

After watching the Knight Jones lead the party out of the city gates, Walter mounted his horse and led the soldiers who had returned with him to the camp in the city. People were constantly welcoming their returning relatives on both sides, and the soldiers in the warm atmosphere also became energetic and strode towards the camp one by one.

In the midst of the welcoming crowd, Walter suddenly notices that someone is waving to him. They were none other than Walter's two younger brothers, Winter and Haight. The two little ones were bouncing through the crowd, jumping and waving. There was an innocent smile on their faces.

Seeing their appearance, a smile appeared on the corner of Walter's mouth. He raised his hand to greet his two younger brothers, and held out three fingers to signal them to go home and wait for him. Winter saw Walter's gesture and immediately understood what he meant, and hurriedly dragged Haight away from the crowd.

After counting the items and the number of soldiers on the march, all the soldiers began to rest on vacation. At the gates of the camp, the relatives of the soldiers had long been waiting for them to come out. After a warm scene, people left the camp with laughter and laughter.

Walter was the last to emerge from the camp and walked along the stone brick roads of the city towards the castle in the center of the city.

At the top of the castle, a red dragon sculpture with giant dragon claws outstretching out overlooks this beautiful city. Looking at the prosperity in front of him, Walter felt a sense of pride in his task of guarding the Western Fortress for several months.

Back in the castle in the center of Dragonclaw, Walter followed the stairs to the second floor. In the middle of the second floor, there was an inconspicuous wooden door, and Walter stood at the door and knocked on it, but there was no answer. So Walter gently pushed the door open and looked inside.

It's a very chic hut with all sorts of strange stones and books piled up all around the room. The only table in the room was a thick letter on it. A person is seriously writing something. He is the ruler of Mordaan, the 7th Duke of Mordaan, Frank Red.

When Walter saw this man, he walked into the room, closed the door casually, looked at Frank in front of him, and said, "Father, I'm back." ”

Frank, who was writing a letter, heard the voice and looked up to see Walter. With a look of surprise on his face, he put down the pen in his hand, stood up, and said, "In the morning, Jones came to say goodbye to me. I didn't pay much attention to it. I forgot that today is the day of your handover, how about guarding the western fortress?"

"Everything is normal, nothing out of the ordinary has happened. Along the way, I saw that the crops on the ground were growing very well. This year's harvest should be good. Walter replied.

"Hmm. Walter, this time I went to the Western Fortress, I see that you have matured a lot! Xiao Hua Knight is already old, from the next time you will officially replace him and start guarding the Western Fortress alone. How's that, are you confident?" said Frank Reid as he walked up to Vought.

"I'll get the job done. Rest assured, I've just seen Haidt, and they've grown a lot taller in a few months. Walter said.

Frank smiled and nodded, and said, "I have some business to attend to here, so go meet your mother and brothers! We'll talk about the rest in the evening. ”

"Well, then I'll go. With that, Walter turned and walked out of the room.

The smile on Frank Ryder's face disappeared instantly when he saw Walter close the door. His brow furrowed, his gaze refocused on the letter on the table. In this letter is reported something that makes this battle-hardened person feel tricky.

Walter came out of the room and looked up to see Haight and Winter pacing back and forth in the hallway. Seeing Walter coming out of the room, Winter immediately ran over and said, "Big brother, you're finally back." Haight also ran over and hugged Walter.

"Haha, I'm back. I haven't seen you in months, and I really miss you. Have you practiced your martial arts during this time?" Watt asked with concern.

"Of course, I train every day. I asked the Jones knight for advice!" replied Winter, proudly.

"Come, let me see how much progress you've made. Walter said, and left the castle on the shoulders of his two younger brothers.

A few people talked and laughed and came to a clearing at the back of the castle, where all kinds of equipment used in martial arts training were placed.

Winter strode to the shelf and took a pair of bows and arrows from above. He drew his bow and aimed at a distant target. With a click, the arrow hit the bullseye steadily. Seeing that Winter shot so accurately, Walter just wanted to applaud his brother.

"Walter, Walter, something has happened to the Shaw Knight!" One of the guards ran anxiously and said.

Walter listened to the buzzing of his head, turned and ran towards the camp. Only Haight and Winter were left in the clearing, staring at each other, not knowing what was going on.

By the time Walter arrived at the camp, the people were moving back and forth in a panic, and the wails of soldiers could be heard everywhere. Walter walked in apprehensively after asking where the Shaw Knight was.

Duke Frank was already in the room at this time. Walter saw Knight Shaw lying quietly on the bed, with a deep wound on his chest, which had been burned by fire.

"We went out and said that now he should not be in any danger. Let him rest more!" Frank whispered as he saw Walter come in. Walter nodded, and followed Frank out.

"Father, what the hell is going on? Walter asked eagerly as he stepped outside.

"Ambush, Xiao Hua was ambushed by Owan. In the northwestern region of Sagron. Frank said with a grim face.

"I've just come back from Fortress West! Why haven't I heard of Ovan around!" Walter said with some shock when he heard it.

"This happened not long ago. It must have happened after you left Camp West. I originally handed it over to Xiao Hua to do it alone, and I didn't let others know. Now that Xiao Hua is injured, you should know about it. Come, come with me to prison. Frank said and led Walter to the prison at the back of the camp.

The gloomy prison was filled with a foul smell, and Frank led Walter to the innermost room. Walking into the room, Walter saw three people tied to a pillar in the room, and several soldiers were guarding all around. Mr. Tom sat in his chair with a book and spoke something that Walter didn't understand. Seeing Frank and Walter approaching, Master Tom quickly stood up and saluted.

"How's it going? Tom. Did you get any information from them!" Frank asked with concern.

"Lord Duke, I've been trying to communicate with them as much as I can. All they knew was that they had come in search of a plant called Dragon's Blood Grass, which could cure their leader's illness. The rest they didn't say anything. Master Tom replied slowly.

Frank nodded at Master Tom's words, walked over to the kidnappers and began to look up and down. Walter on the side also saw these people clearly, they were all Ovan, and in terms of physique, they were all fighters who had been trained for many years.

Frank walked up to one of the Ovans and punched the man hard. With a bang*, the two Owans next to him began to get angry. They struggled to break free from the ropes that bound them, apparently holding them tightly to the pillars.

Frank said solemnly to Master Tom, "Ask them how they came to Sagron, and how many of them are there? With that, he turned and walked out of the room.

When Mr. Tom heard this, he immediately rummaged through the book in his hand and said something that no one else could understand. At this time, the eyes of these Owan people were on Frank's back, and their eyes were full of anger.

Walter followed him out of prison. From his father's body, Walter felt an anger that he had never felt before. He asked with some hesitation, "Father, are you worried that Ovan's army will attack again?"

Frank paused and looked back at Walter, who was still a little immature on his face, and said, "We have fought countless battles against Ovan, and we have never stopped since forty years ago, and the situation today is far more complicated than you think. Child, I just want you to remember that those Ovan are real savages, one of the sources of danger. ”

Walter understood his father's mood at this time, and anyone would be angry that a mentor who had grown up with him was so badly injured.

But Walter didn't know how to comfort his father. In an atmosphere of silence that made it difficult to breathe, the father and son walked quietly towards the castle.