With a few miserable chirps of "quack", a flock of crows flew out of those horn bumps. These ominous birds, symbolizing ominous and death, fly unscrupulously through the empty streets, asserting their sovereignty over the city as if they were having fun, and at the same time spreading the shadow of death throughout the city.

It's like pitch black on their wings.

The whole city seemed to be dead, and there was no one in the bustling streets, but occasionally a north wind blew, rolled up the signs or flags of the shops on the ground, and blew them into the air crookedly, but in a few moments the music would fall back to the ground lazily, making the streets even more messy.

The doors of every house were locked, as if they were trying to hide from some flood beast in the middle of the day. The wind-blown knocker collided downward from time to time, making a crisp sound, as if symbolizing the trembling hearts of the people hiding at home at this time.

And the cowardly people did not go out, which fueled the arrogance of these crows, who scurried around the city without any scruples, as if they were the protagonists of this territory.

At this time, from the direction of the city gate, two warriors in armor walked towards this side of the street. They are said to be soldiers, but they are also veterans, which can be seen from their pale temples and hair color, as well as the deep wrinkles on their faces.

One of them was particularly conspicuous, because his nose was so large that it was very abrupt to put a wooden stick straight on top of a large piece of bread. But combined with the veteran's sharp, eagle-like gaze, the big nose suddenly had a majestic momentum.

It was as if the big stick had suddenly turned into a sword that had been sharpened like clay.

However, this kind of momentum could not frighten the "overlords" of these cities, and several crows seemed to be angry at the attitude of these two hateful humans with no "crows" in their eyes, and rushed towards them with a scream, and at the same time did not forget to show their flickering claws, to teach these two ignorant humans some "profound" lessons.

The two veterans responded simply and crisply, the big-nosed veteran neatly drew the matching sword tied to his waist, and slashed the crow flying in front of him in two with his backhand.

A harsh bright red sprinkled on the ground, accentuated by the ominous pitch-black of the crows. Seeing that the situation was not good, the other crows, after bluffing a few times, left the bodies of their companions and fled for their lives.

Although they symbolize bad luck, they can escape for their lives no different from ordinary birds. It's like those ruffians who have been preaching violence, if they encounter "hard stubble" with harder fists, they can run faster than ordinary people.

The big-nosed veteran frowned and thrust his sword back into its scabbard, looking unhappy. Although he looked very old, the action of drawing his sword and slashing just now was smooth, in one go, and his skills were very neat.

"These damn crows, their blood is bloody and smelly, and I really don't want their sword to be stained with their blood. ”

"Just take care of your guards when you get back. He looked at the deserted, cold and lonely streets in front of him, and said with a little emotion: "I heard that this is the most prosperous big city around, but it's a pity." Our northern army has always been disciplined, and we are not the demons of hell, but we all fled one by one, and we couldn't even take care of the family business in the city. I am also from an ordinary family, and I know that it is not easy to save these family businesses, and these refugees who have escaped are poor and white, and I am afraid that they have a very difficult life in other cities. As if thinking of the tragic situation of these refugees at this moment, the old man had a bitter gourd face, and the wrinkles on his forehead were wrinkled because of this bitterness.

However, the bearded veteran beside him was obviously not as sentimental as him, and he snorted coldly: "It's been a long time, and it's obviously not as good as us people in the north, all of us are as timid as mice." ”

"After all, peace has been in peace for a long time, and the kingdom has not been at war for many years. The bitter-looking veteran defended the refugees and sighed, "To be honest, I never imagined that we would step into the kingdom in this way. ”

The big-nosed veteran was also silent for a while when he heard this, "Liston, I never thought of it either, after all, that oath ......", he paused, and said hatefully: "That bastard boy, you really dare to break the oath of your ancestors!"

"Fortunately, it's just the two of us here, if your words just get out, it's going to be a bad luck. The veteran named Liston was startled, and hurriedly dissuaded: "No matter how much you look down on him, don't forget that he is now the head of the Reinhardt family and the current guardian of the North......!

"Of course I won't forget, how could I forget. The big-nosed veteran stroked the armor on his chest, engraved into a vivid eagle, in the sunlight this eagle shines, as if the next moment is about to spread its wings and fly high.

"We have all made a vow to dedicate our lives to the name Reinhardt. ”

"It is because of this vow that although it violates the principles of my life, I am still here, ready to give my strength and even my life to Reinhuta. ”

Saying that, the big-nosed veteran let out a sigh and said with a gloomy face: "It's just that I don't understand why the Duke chose him as his heir." Although the two of them have a weak blood relationship, after all, Count Long Taide is his own son!

Liston shook his head, "No one knows what the Duke really thinks, but the fact that he made that man the head of the House of Reinhuta in front of all of us is an unquestionable fact that we all saw with our own eyes." ”

"That's why I don't understand, can't the duke, who has always been wise and martial, see who he is? ”

The big-nosed veteran twitched his big nose as he spoke, "It's the stench of blood and lust for power, stronger than any scumbag I've ever smelled before." ”

"But the facts can no longer be changed, and we can complain. But Jetton, we have a heavy responsibility now, and according to intelligence, the Northern Legion is only three days' march away. Liston reminded that he saw that something was wrong with his old partner these days, so he specially asked him out to chat and relax today.

The big-nosed veteran nodded, "Don't worry, old man, I'm still thinking about bringing these awesome guys back to the north alive." ”

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