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Wait, where is this? Am I not fighting the kidnappers?

Looking around, Toria found that it was an elegantly furnished room, with white curtains hanging all over the windowsills, the afternoon sun shining through the curtains and scattering on the marble floor, and the wooden tables in the distance were lit with incense, the faint fragrance of which made every cell in the body relax.

Toria's afterglow slowly swept over the mirror in front of the bed, and saw that the girl in the mirror was also staring at her.

His face was pale, his hair was disheveled, the tattered Saran robes had been replaced by luxurious plain silk pajamas, and the wounds on his body, large and small, had been well dressed.

She slowly understood.

It was a dream.

Really, I still remember the stupid things of so many years ago.

But where is it?

Tolia propped up the side of the bed with her hands and tried to stand up, but there was immediately a heart-piercing pain between the ribs, and in desperation, she had to squeak~

The door of the room was opened, and a handsome brown-haired young man paced leisurely into the room, and when he saw Tolia sitting at the head of the bed, he immediately strode with a look of surprise and asked kindly, "Beautiful and brave young lady, you have finally woken up." ”

Tolia looked at the young man in confusion, desperately searching for information in her memories before she passed out, and only spoke for a long time: "You are... Perel?"

Perel obviously didn't expect Toria to remember his name, and he was overjoyed and nodded a few times: "Yes, it's a great honor to be remembered by Miss. ”

"Here?"

"This is Tiha, the Tiha of the Holy Nord Empire. ”

"The Holy Nord Empire... Tolia mused.

"Miss, you have been in a coma for three days and three nights, and you are alone against Haikou, it is true. You were unconscious when we arrived, and I was commanded by the Prophet to take you to my mansion to recuperate. Later, the Prophet will hold a formal ceremony for you. ”

"Wait... In the passage just now, Tolia felt that something was wrong.

"You take me, your mansion。。。。。 ”

Toria suddenly struggled, holding back the pain, and her right hand quickly reached out, grabbing Perel's throat.

"Miss... You... What are you going to do?"

"Say!?Who helped me change my clothes, what did you see??," Torya asked, in a hoarse voice.

A smile flashed across Perel's lips, and Perel suddenly leaned back, pressing his broad back against Toria's chest.

Tolia felt a warmth in her arms, and was stunned for a moment, and then another warmth pressed against her lips.

"Ahh This one... Hooligans!"

Perel had already retreated a few steps, and looked at Tolia with a wicked smile, the sun shining on his long brown hair and angular face, which looked extraordinarily soft and warm, and he looked at Toria's flushed face quietly, and after a while he spoke: "The clothes were changed by my maid, and I didn't see anything." As for your sword, it is sitting in the living room, and when your injuries are healed, it will naturally return to its original owner. ”

"But after talking for so long, I haven't asked Miss Fang's name yet. ”

"To. . . Toria!" Tolia actually stuttered a little.

Perel walked over to the bed again, his eyes fixed on her, and whispered softly, "Toria, you are so charming. ”

“。。。。。。。。。。 Toria's heart raced, her fists clenched.

Perel suddenly stopped in front of the bed, slowly bent down and bowed: "You have to rest well, I will come to visit you later." ”

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the door.

Approaching the door, Perel turned around and added, "Oh, by the way, don't worry, I'm only interested in girls with big breasts." ”

"Chest ... Breasts!?perverted!" The pillow in Toria's hand slammed out, only to hit Perrell's newly closed door.

Outside the door, Perel smiled helplessly: "Beautiful flowers really have thorns." ”

A figure suddenly lunged at him from the darkness, and Perel stepped back, easily dodging away.

"Master Perel!"

Under the light, Perel saw the person clearly, the face of melon seeds, long eyelashes with a bit of seductive aura, a tight leather coat could barely wrap around the plump breasts and buttocks, and the bronze color of the skin was just right, adding a bit of wildness and vitality to her beauty.

"Well, it's you, Sylvana. ”

Seeing that she had missed, the woman named Sivana immediately put her body on Perel and said angrily: "Lord Perel belongs to me alone!

Perel smiled wryly: "What, when did I belong to you alone." Aren't you just my subordinate?"

"Hmph, if you change your mind anyway, I'll shoot an arrow through that woman's throat!" Shivana slammed her fist into Perel's chest a few times.

Perel gently pushed Shivana away, and suddenly had a straight face: "Don't mess around, that woman is very important to you, me, and everyone!"

With that, he turned and left, leaving Shivana with a depressed face.

Perel's figure slowly disappeared at the end of the hallway, but his loud voice continued to be heard.

"Shivana, don't forget our dreams. ”

"Perel?" said Cesar's face, clouded by the swaying of the firelight.

"Yes, young master. Charles, who was standing beside him, nodded, flipped through the scroll in his hand, and added as he looked at it: "It's the mercenary leader who has recently gained fame." ”

"Twenty-four years old, brown-haired, dark-eyed, of medium build, and according to his former partners, he had a convincing and peculiar charm. No one knows his exact nationality, but he claims to be from another continent overseas, having landed at the port of Živatzese two years ago. ”

He was mainly active in Vigia and Nord, dealing in slave trade and mercenary warfare. ”

"Because he has won many death fights in Nord, he is very famous in Nord. ”

Cesar had been listening quietly to Charles's report, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the wooden table from time to time, until he was interested in the part.

"That Perel, is he short of money?"

Nord's death gladiatorial tournament is notorious in the entire continent of Calradia, and it can be said to be the most barbaric martial arts tournament, with a hundred players fighting in the same field, no restrictions on weapons, no regulations, and it is not over until the death of one person remains. Due to the brutality of the game, only a very small number of slaves or people in dire need of money were willing to fight for their lives for the high prize money.

According to the slave traders of Suggs and Zhivacheze, Perel's weekly income from commercial transactions was about three thousand dinars. ”

Cesar covered his face with his hand and gently stroked his forehead with his index finger: "If you don't ask for wealth, you want fame." ”

Charles skillfully replaced Cesar's already cold black tea: "According to his combat record, it is true. From the beginning of the record, he participated in a total of twenty-three mercenary battles, of which thirteen were commissioned by Nord and ten by Vegea, more than half of which were plain battles, and every battle was victorious, and all of them were won with less. ”

"Hmph, it's not a coincidence that less wins more, it's that he only takes on those jobs that have the opportunity to win more with less. Cesar raised his glass and took a sip, "another peacock coveting his beautiful feathers." ”

"Poof~" Charles covered his mouth and smiled, almost feminine: "Young master, don't you do the same." ”

"You have to take care of it!" Cesar glared at Charles.

"By the way, young master, there is definite information that Miss Levin was wounded in the fight with the pirates, and is now recuperating at Perel. ”

Hizaho stood up, almost knocked over the teacup on the table, his body trembled slightly, as if trying to suppress something, and he stood still for a few seconds and sat down again.

"No, Ragnar's army has been dispatched, Ruda's intentions are not clear, the entire Nord has become a puddle of troubled water, and now we must not rush forward. ”

Cesar took out the pendant on his chest and stared at it for a long time, the pendant was in the shape of a small sword, carved from ebony, and shone strangely in the candlelight.

Toria, you must be safe.

Rudaburg, the castle named after its owner, shared the glory of blood and iron during the years of war, just like its owner.

Located at the end of the Jerukhs Mountains, Rudaburg has no mountains to defend or rapids to follow, and the plains, which stretch for more than ten miles, have become an excellent route for the Swadia and Vigia cavalry.

Thirty years ago, Fort Ruuda was a small military stronghold, known as Fort Brocken, which means fragile and vulnerable in Old Arnold, and in fact it was, with Castle barely defending against a single enemy attack, and the Nords preferred to let the enemy enter the territory and fight back in the dense forests along the Jels River.

However, this has not been the case since the appearance of a general named Ruda Finrick thirty years ago.

In the autumn of that year, Swadia led 3,000 and Virgian 2,000, claiming to drive the Nords out of Calradia once and for all.

But when the 5,000 men and horses rushed to Brockenburg, they were frightened by the magnificent castle in front of them.

The simple wooden castle that originally adhered to the traditional style of the Nord people has been completely renovated and expanded at this time, the area has been expanded more than three times that of the original, all made of heavy thick rock, in addition to countless arrow stacks on the castle, eight giant towers have been built, the first and second floors are used as arrow towers, and the top floor can be placed with small catapults.

At the beginning of the attack, Ruda fully proved that in addition to being an excellent military architect, he was also an outstanding tactical commander, with more than 800 defenders of the city, and he could easily resist the attack of 6,000 coalition troops.

General attacks, feints, scattered attacks, all offensive actions seem to have been seen through, Nord's longbowmen can always appear in the most critical positions, nailing the main attacking force of the coalition forces under the city, and the trebuchets on the towers can always accurately smash the burning stones into the coalition's ranged troops and siege equipment, crushing them to pieces. Finally, he was able to get close to the city wall, and if he was not pierced into a hedgehog by the archers on the arrow tower, he would have been torn to pieces by the Nord royal guards led by Ruda himself.

During the siege of the city in January, more than half of the allied forces were killed and wounded, and the original gray-white city walls were dyed blood-red.

One night, dark clouds covered the moon.

Luda attacked the city and attacked the base camp of the coalition army at night, killing the enemy's main general and beheading more than 1,000 people.

Seeing that Ruda had made meritorious contributions in defending the city, the first king canonized him as a nobleman, and renamed Brockenburg to Rudabao to show his merits.

Since that time, no matter how hard the two countries try, no matter how hard they try, they have not been able to shake Rudabao in the slightest, and the blood of countless Swadia and Vikya warriors has been sprinkled all over the city, and the walls have long been stained dark red by layers of blood. In the eyes of the soldiers of the two countries, Rudabao was simply an unconquerable existence, an indescribable fear, a Shura-like meat grinder, from which the name "Iron Blood Castle" derived.