Speaking of Serdia, we have to mention the mare's milk wine and the horses here. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After the cold winter, the cattle are fat and the horses are strong, and it is the best season for the industrious women of Serdia to start making mare's milk wine. As spring spreads, the main city of Serdia, Silbela, lights the first fireworks of the new year to celebrate the upcoming winemaking festival.

Of course, the mares' ponies are also the second event of the new year in Cerdia. There are two reasons for this, one is that the best means of transportation here is horses, because the city is so sparsely populated that if you want to drive from one of the westernmost streets to the easternmost market, you will have to ride a horse for more than half an hour, and of course, this will have to be counted as you know the road. The second is that the tall and sturdy purebred Selma will be recruited by the national capital Silbera and incorporated into the cavalry team, and if they are the best among the horses, they will also be included in the "key cultivation objects", in order to be able to complete the "double horse" position of Serdia.

At the end of the First Age, the Northern Emperor Thorox launched a large-scale war of aggression, one of the two horsemen of Serdia, with black hair, covered with heavy armor, and a fierce personality like fire, known as the "Iron Horse", was buried in the Black Swamp with Thorox. The other remaining horse, named "Lightning", is one of the few survivors with a snow-white body, a gentle personality, and the fastest speed of Tansfog.

After the death of the Iron Rider, Lightning's temper changed from its usual docility, and it became thinner and thinner, preferring to hide in the dark, often wandering around the temple and restless, and no one has been able to control it so far.

Recently, the horse-attendant has noticed the strangeness of the "lightning", which often points its head in one direction and stares for a long time, sometimes taking a few steps forward, making an excited neighing sound, and sometimes becoming hesitant, as if it is afraid of something, and keeps backing away. This has been going on for almost a whole week.

At this time, in the imperial city of Silbela, a round table was going on in secret. It was on the very top floor of the Imperial City, and the people who came to meet were all powerful people in Celdia's hands, and the most elite team of swordsmen in charge of guarding them. After the end of the First Age, the dictatorship ceased to exist and was replaced by twelve councillors, who decided to enact an important reform or discuss something very important, each of the twelve councillors had one vote, and the final vote would decide the fate of Serdia.

The bricks and tiles of the conference room are very elegant, and they can be well insulated from the sound of the salute of the brewing festival outside. The theme of the meeting, which was related to the death of the Guardian and the war in the South, was a matter of concern on the faces of each of the councillors, and before the meeting had even begun, heated discussions began in twos and threes, and it was not until the arrival of the Speaker that they stopped chattering.

"I'm sure you already know what we're going to discuss at this meeting, yes, the symbol of peace, the third Aegis Guardian, Hera Blazing Rain, has left us, and at the same time Nozer in the south has been invaded by Tanatos, and the peace pact no longer exists......," the Speaker said, looking around at the twelve councillors sitting around the round table.

"Silver Shield City has lost the ability to judge war criminals, but it has asked us to ally with them in Serdia. One of the councillors said angrily, "I will never agree to this alliance, Silver Shield City is difficult to protect itself, which is clearly using us." ”

"If we don't ally with Silver Shield City, if the invaders attack our Serdia, who will be unable to protect ourselves in the end?" another councillor stood up and asked in a loud voice.

"That's enough, give me peace!" The Speaker slapped the table, and the guards behind him walked over with two red and blue wooden boxes, "Let's start counting the votes, and those who agree to the alliance with Silver Shield City should put their votes in the blue boxes, and the red boxes will vote against." After saying that, thirteen black flags with family crests fell, and he threw his vote into a blue wooden box (one vote cast by the presiding speaker was equivalent to two votes for ordinary councillors).

"1,2,3,4..."After a circle around the round table, the black flag was put away, and the guard in charge of counting the votes announced the final result, "There were 11 votes in favor and 3 votes against." ”

"Now that the results are out, so be it, we Cerdia will answer the call of Silver Shield City and fight ......" The Speaker's voice came to an abrupt end, accompanied by a cold cold wind and a rancid smell, and his head slammed to the ground.

"Assassin...... There are assassins, guards, guards!" The councillors were suddenly in a mess, some yelling, some hiding under the table, and even more so frightened that they fell to the ground.

Soon, hurried footsteps rang out outside, and several swordsmen slammed into the door, fully armed, searching for the intruder in the chaos.

"Take me out. One of the councillors lowered his voice, hunched over, and pulled a swordsman awkwardly towards the door. Unexpectedly, a dark shadow flashed, and the heavy wooden door slammed shut.

In the flickering candlelight, a tall figure in armor gradually appeared in the darkness. That's an unrecognizable person...... No, I should call it a monster! He has the ugliest face in the world, and there are no words to describe the scars on his body, which must have been baptized in hell to have this horrible scar!

His armor had long since rusted, and the stitches were clinging to carrion, and the carrion was mixed with black muddy water, and it stenched incessantly. His expression was perfectly hidden in the pitch-black helmet, like an endless abyss, and just one look at him would like to swallow your soul into your belly.

"Cerdia......" He gently called out the name of the country, and his inky black eyes gradually exposed to the candlelight as he progressed—his eyes were bleeding incessantly, black blood running down his cheeks and seeping into the cracks in his armor, and then around his fingers, dripping to the ground drop by drop, but without splashing blood. Because the blood quickly evaporated the moment it hit the ground, turning into a wisp of gray vapor that was not easy to detect.

"He killed the Speaker!" the swordsmen swarmed up to the screams of the councillors, aiming their weapons at the uninvited guest.

"Presumptuous......" His body suddenly burst out with an invisible aura, squeezing the besieging swordsmen to the ceiling, unable to move, and even the armor on their bodies was squeezed out of shape. Looking at the weapons on the ground, they were suspended vertically in the air, and the tips of their swords were shining cold, and they were pressed against the throats of the swordsmen.

"Who are you, what do you want to do!" the twelve councillors were cornered, watching in horror.

"Huh...... Who am I......" The uninvited guest let out a burst of hellish laughter, he coldly grabbed the red wooden box, and pulled out the three notes inside the box out of thin air, "I am the Northern Emperor, the founding emperor of Cerdia, Thorox, who has come here to save this rotten and terminally ill country...... And who are you?" The sword array suspended behind him rose in response, accompanied by a few wails of pain and despair, and a few blood flowers suddenly added to the long table in the conference room.