There are too many pirated readers, and before I put pen to paper, I had a lot of thoughts, silently reciting a few words of self-encouragement, and then I went down, I thought that the niche hobby of ice and fire and the age distribution of the people who read this book are all adults, and they can get more support (the student party may not realize the meaning of giving and returning, I don't force it), but the reality is still filled with a smell of Xiang, reminding you to live in reality...... Interested pirated readers, you can go to [Zhihu] to see the relevant discussion, why support the genuine version?

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The mind is depressed, and he does not vomit unpleasantly.

Written in the middle of the night, self-determination, writing a dead end, can only be an interest. ——kill the boy in my heart

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The sun shines through the thin clouds, shining on the green earth, reflecting the vigorous vitality, and the elk drinking along the stream, hearing the sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and their big watery eyes, showing a little timidity, hide in the woods by the stream.

Someone who didn't realize that he was disturbing the deer's drinking water looked vibrant, and let out a hehehe giggle from time to time, with a great ambition of "this is all my world".

But every time I think of the magic of magic and witchcraft, another kind of loneliness is about to become an immortal and stay away from the red dust.

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"Lord Earl, is the enemy we are going to face very strong?" asked the mercenary Duck as he saw Jones's face change.

"Dark, what would you do if you invited someone to drink and she drank your wine and didn't do anything?" Jones asked suddenly, looking at the small hill in front of him.

"I always use this to get people to do things. The mercenary duck raised the axe in his hand and slammed it into it with a clang.

Jones turned his gaze to a group of mercenaries in fancy costumes beside him, who were not good people at first glance, and said, "Wait a minute, look at my face and act, if it's not right, you will have to use your ability to find trouble, you know?"

"Haha, Lord Earl, we're good at this!" the mercenaries laughed.

Jones nodded with satisfaction.

The reason why he didn't bring the northern soldiers here was mainly because of the existence of Yuliangmu, which was a symbol of the old gods, and he couldn't order the northern soldiers to use swords here, so he simply found these mercenaries of different beliefs to act as pathfinders and cannon fodder.

Although he looks a bit like those supporting characters who take the initiative to provoke and can't survive two episodes.

But he didn't do it without reason.

In his previous life, Jones had seen many immortal cultivators, those who were far away from the world, and they paid attention to a cause and effect in everything.

It's all his territory, so what's wrong with him coming to collect taxes from the people of the territory?

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At the foot of the hill, you can hear the crank of crows, and dense black crows stand on the rotting corpses of naked soldiers, tearing and pecking at human flesh.

The dried black blood, the rotting heads, and the exposed internal organs all indicate that there was once a great war here.

"These are the soldiers of the Western Frontier who he led his troops to kill at that time," Jones sighed with some emotion, "The armor and clothes must have been taken away by the group of black market merchants." ”

When Jones and the mercenaries drove by, the crows on the carrion did not scatter in a hurry, but raised their heads neatly like the grass blown by the wind.

The crow's scarlet eyes, staring coldly at the crowd passing through, quack-quack-quack, like the mourning of death.

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There are few trees on the hills, and as you go up the slope and through the bare and twisted old trees, you come into view with a sense of desolation that is out of step with the river.

Even though it was noon and the sun was shining, there was still a sense of emptiness invading my heart.

"The mallard doesn't feel well," said the mercenary duck, his eyes rolling around, as if he was looking for a way out.

The Dothraki in a painted vest, with big braids and bronzed skin, also flicked his scimitar and said in a strange tone, "The distorted shadows of the trees, the evil wind, look at the Virgin Mountain and look at me." ”

"Superstitious brute," said Reese disdainfully, "I only believe in the golden dragon, and whoever stands in my way will feel the sharpness of my sword." ”

With the sound of horses' hooves and the mercenaries talking loudly, it took a little more time for the group to come to the top of the hill surrounded by fish beams and trees.

The fish beam wood was extremely tall, and the midday sun could not penetrate the dense palm-shaped leaves like blood, casting a rich shadow.

The bark of the tree is as white as bone, the leaves are dark red, and the trunk is carved with a twisted human face, and the sap stains the carved eyes are red, and the long tear stains are pulled down, which looks like an old man weeping blood.

The crowd stopped in front of the fish beam.

The war horse was a little uneasy as he scraped the dry ground.

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"Your Excellency, I've brought you wine!" Jones shouted as he broke the silence.

"Quack-quack-" The crow hidden in the Yuliang wood screamed noisily in response.

Seeing that no one showed up for a long time, Jones finally lost his patience and urged the mercenaries, "Let's go and see!"

The horse's hooves rattled softly, and before he knew it, he also changed positions and came behind the hires.

The shade of the trees seemed to occupy the whole area, and when they walked through the thick and tall fish beams, everyone did not expect to see the light of day again, and suddenly felt enlightened.

The long branches, like outstretched hands, still block most of the sunlight.

In the middle, a dilapidated leather tent stands alone.

"You're going to see if there's any?" Jones commanded.

Although a few mercenaries were a little hesitant, most of them still rushed forward decisively, since they still lived in tents, it showed that there were people inside, as long as it was people, they were not afraid.

With all kinds of strange screams, the mercenary rushed out a few steps, and a sharp cough came from the tent.

The appearance of being out of breath makes people wonder if the owner who made this sound will lose his breath at any time.

"Cut, I'm finally willing to show up," Jones thought with some disdain, "I drank more than anyone else last time, and this time it's going to be gone?" ”

With a violent cough, the hunchbacked dwarf old woman with white hair, holding a pimple crutch that was taller than her, walked out slowly.

Her skin was wrinkled and pale like a dead man, and her red eyes were particularly oozing in the dim light.

"Black Knight?" her tone was full of helplessness and a little grumbling, "Didn't I tell you not to come again?"

"Haha, that ......" Jones suddenly had the illusion of bullying the old and weak women and children, so he had to laugh a few times to calm his thoughts, and then said according to the rehearsal, "This is my territory, is there anything wrong with me coming?"

The old woman's face froze, and her slow pace stopped, "So, it's the old woman, isn't it?"

"It's nothing, it's good to make it clear if you misunderstand," Jones said generously, "Now that you have become my lord, it makes sense for me to visit as a lord." ”

After speaking, he also raised the bag of fine wine in his hand.

Seeing the wine bag, the dwarf old woman licked her chapped lips, swallowed her saliva and said, "Is it because the old woman hasn't gone out for a long time, and the blood-sucking lords have now become Heavenly Father and Holy Mother?"

"I don't know others, but I'm a good lord who loves his people like a son. Jones said shamelessly.

The old dwarf woman nodded undeniably, but her eyes never took off the wine bag.

"I'm dying of thirst, and you say quickly, what do you want from me, an old woman?"

It's finally time to start the feature film, Jones thought.

"That day, after I saw Your Excellency's magic, I didn't want to drink or eat, I was deeply attracted by it, and I felt that a new world opened up for me, so I ......"

"Do you want to learn?" the dwarf old woman interrupted Jones's polite words impatiently.

Jones nodded vigorously, his eyes blazing at her.

"If you want to learn, come in with me, but...... Tell me in advance, I'm not going to be cheap!"

"Yes, yes," Jones said excitedly, jumping off his horse and earnestly.

It's legendary magic after all, and it's only natural to pay a price.