This kind of inside story Al naturally doesn't know, anyway, the result is happy for him, and he only thinks it's his luck, he is a little dizzy now, especially after running out of the storm, his head is even more dizzy, and he can't concentrate on thinking about the problem at all, and only by fantasizing about some dirt in his mind can he beat his spirit and rush to the east.

Walking along the slightly curvy Wells Street, passing by many shops of various colors, it didn't take long to see the inner city wall, and he thought to himself that the inner wall was not high, and it should be easy to climb up, and suddenly his confidence increased a little.

After two forks in the road, we finally arrived at a large open space in front of the east gate of the inner city. By this time it was getting dark, and torches had been lit up and down the walls, and Al squinted, and at the entrance of the staircase next to the gate, he saw what Fawkes was talking about.

The ticket gate is actually a table in the open space, behind which sits a soldier in charge of the invoice, and there are several guards standing next to it. Fox called these 5 gold coins tickets, and the ticket gate was naturally the one who received the money, and it was said that if he took the money, he didn't need to register, someone would guide him up to the battlements and hang him down with a rope. When he came up, he was also hung up like this, and the werewolf was not cleaned up for a day, and the east gate of the inner city was not opened for a day.

Grinning, Al shook his spirits, straightened up and walked towards the ticket gate, not caring about the abnormality of his body at all, thinking that he was tired and sleepy after a day, he thought that he was a person who had been sleeping in the woodland for days and nights after all, and of course he didn't take this tiredness to heart.

Before he could take two steps, a golden figure came from the oblique thorn, and Al's left shoulder suddenly seemed to hit a copper wall, and he was knocked to the ground, originally dizzy, and this sudden fall made his eyes even more golden. Then, in the afterglow of his eyes, Al saw two men in golden armor supporting him, and he quickly cooperated to stand up.

With the idea that more is better than less at this pass, he resisted the urge to scold, shook his head, and heard an urn sound of apology behind him, Al waved his hand backwards to show that it was okay, and continued to walk forward.

Suddenly he turned his head and saw the two Templars with their backs to him moving away, and when he turned around, the two of them also happened to look back at him, Al seemed to see a pair of purple eyes in the eyes of the tall knight's helmet, he shook his head, and cursed secretly, this fall is really bad, and the fall is so purple that the eyes are full of purple stars.

He pretended to rub his neck, lowered his head slightly, and walked quickly to the table at the ticket gate, and before he could speak, the soldier sitting behind the table had already folded 5 gold coins on the table, glanced at Al's face and chest, and then looked away, and did not speak, Al said in his heart that this is good, and I don't want to speak.

Reaching for the money, he was grabbed by the wrist by a soldier next to him, and he couldn't reach it after two hard strokes, but was pushed farther and farther.

Al thought that the other party was making things difficult for him, and the person who was dizzy was the most irritable, and his anger immediately rose, and the heat instantly filled Al's whole body, and then his eyes went black, and he almost fainted. Endured dizziness, he easily put the small stack of 5 gold coins into his arms, and hurriedly withdrew his strength.

At this time, he had already begun to vaguely associate this feeling of being evacuated with the warm current that moved with his thoughts, and at the same time, he also thought of the storm that had been strong, and he had some doubts in his heart whether these two forces, warm and cold, had always been drawing their own strength to maintain their operation.

"Yo," said the soldier beside him who grabbed Al's wrist with his eyes lit up and down, looking Al up and down, surprised, "another golden egg in the rat pile." ”

"Maybe it's gilded. Another person next to him reminded that after all, golden eggs are still quite rare, and it is even rarer to become golden eggs and still be willing to be mercenaries.

The first soldier grinned and quipped, "Could it be that the two paladins just now gave it plating?"

The Templar was wearing golden armor, and everyone around him laughed at this. Al didn't understand it, but he also knew that these people had no ill will towards him, but what was a golden egg?

"Man, why don't you go to Fort Duke's to report, and you can also try it over there in the church and the secret law tower?"

After waiting for a while, Al realized that the other party was asking himself, smiled and said, "Later, I'll go later." ”

Although I was curious about what the soldiers said, it was obviously not the time to talk about this, what kind of golden balls, what churches and secret towers and so on, and when I returned to the inner city, I would think about it, and the tavern girl's soft and full chest must have everything she wanted to know.

"I see," the first soldier nodded, "this is a good place for you now. ”

"It's the same for the guards. Another added, his words eliciting a lewd laugh. ”

After most of the soldiers entered, they were transferred to the three outer gates to defend, all the way through the eastern outer city controlled by the werewolves, and if they were not careful, they would be pounced on by the werewolves, doing the most dangerous work. On the contrary, the mercenaries can move freely inside, seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, and for the large army, the eastern outer city is simply a gold rush mecca for people to gallop.

So the soldiers took it for granted that Al wanted to come in and get a handful, and after a few more words, someone put his arm around Al's shoulders and walked towards the city ladder, and he let the other man carry him, and walked up the city ladder until he reached the flat path on the city wall, with the tower above the city gate on one side, and the arrow battlements that curved to the mountainside on the other.

These people didn't care what Al's origin was, and he couldn't help but think of what Fawkes said.

Beneath the city walls were the gathered refugees, thousands of mouths opening and closing at the same time, the sounds made converged into an indiscernible buzzing sound, and kept drilling into Al's ears like a swarm of flies that had found droppings, and the more excited the flies, the more inexplicable irritability they felt.

At this moment, there happened to be a soldier in front of him holding a torch, walking in front of him and lighting other torches on the city wall, as if to clear the way for the two El, and the smell of burning grease wafted away, paving the way for nightfall.

The soldiers led him on the flat road in the direction of the city gate, and in front of him was a large wooden longhouse, the buzzing in their ears gradually became smaller, and they came to the wooden house, which was crudely made, and many of the barbs on the split wood had not been removed, apparently hastily erected.

The door frame in front of him was very wide, but there was no door leaf installed, and when he looked inside, he could follow the soldier who was in charge of lighting the torch, and went straight through the long wooden house to the aisle of the city wall on the other side, and the soldier who led the way stopped his steps, raised his hand to signal to Al, and walked back.