The Nord royal guard, who had been pulled out of the pile of corpses by Kersmer, had a bloodied face, and no one could see his face clearly. He was now dying, and he struggled to keep his eyes open, staring at the Ksmund in front of him for a long time, his eyes gradually shining with excitement, and his lips fluttering. Finally, in a faint trembling voice, he said, "Yes...... It's you, boy, I haven't seen you in almost two years, you've changed so much that I almost don't recognize you......"

These words, this voice, made Kersmod fall into extreme surprise for an instant, he stared at the blood-stained Nord royal guard in front of him, and said in disbelief: "You...... You're Big Brother Solaton, how can you ......"

At the same time, he stretched out his trembling right hand and quickly wiped the blood from the face of the Nord royal guard, and then he saw his face clearly, and could not help but say, "Ah! It's really you! Why? Didn't you write to me before that the military had approved your application and assigned you to Tiha to serve under Lord Eden? But why did you come here, and besides, didn't you say you were going to Kulau to get married? You shouldn't be here now!"

"Yes, according to the original plan I was supposed to get married, but the fighting was fierce, and Rudapoye did not let me leave immediately, saying that our main army was pinned down at Fort Derberg, which caused our eastern defenses to be weak, and he was afraid that the Svadians would take the opportunity to launch a surprise attack on our east, especially Rudabao, so he did not allow a single soldier to leave at such a time. Also, about my future wife......" At this point, Soraton coughed violently and could not say any more.

"Don't talk about it yet, we'll take you back, it's important to treat you first!" said Kersmerd, trying to pick up Soraton, but Soraton immediately shook his head and stopped him.

"No, my injuries are too bad, and I can't hold on. I was in a coma for a long time, I woke up not long ago, and now I only have one breath...... I...... I've got to settle some accounts before I die. Soraton said, his right hand trembling and pulling out a small blue bag from the inside of his chest armor, and handed it to Korsmoad, while whispering, "Fortunately, I have prepared something before I go to battle every time...... In this bag is a letter I wrote that I had to say to her. Plus, there's a ring, a ring I exchanged with her through her father ten years ago. You help me put ...... Give her this bag, and before her seventeenth birthday in nine days' time, she must rush to Kulau, and deliver the letter to her, and make our marriage annulment as soon as possible, so that her reputation cannot be tarnished, and her youth must not be delayed, you know? Her name was Jamila, and his father was an iron merchant, and his name was Beluga. ”

"Okay, I'll get this bag to her for you!" replied with a choked nod of his head, already in tears.

"It's a pity! I couldn't make it, I didn't even have time to see her...... If...... If you can, you can do it for me...... ...... for me," Soraton said with difficulty, but struggled to finish, just smiling at Kersmead, his lips pursing.

"What else do you want me to do for you, Brother Solaton!" asked Kersmed, wiping tears from his eyes with his sleeve.

"Take care of ...... She ...... "Soraton seemed to use all his strength to utter the last word, and then he closed his eyes and lost his breath on the side of his head. And the corners of his mouth still have a meaningful smile.

"Brother Soladon, I will!, Brother Soladon!" exclaimed Ksmund in a heart-rending voice, but Soraton could never hear him again......

Of course, the Nord military did not give Soraton a separate funeral, but buried him along with the other soldiers who had fallen in battle.

As he watched as Soraton's body was buried with the remains of the other soldiers, his whole body and mind seemed to be in a state of chaos, and the heavens and the earth seemed to spin, making him almost unsteady on his feet and about to fall to the ground.

When everything was covered by dirt, he turned around and left without looking back from the soldiers' burial place, from Fort Ruda, from the Nord garrison here.

Soraton's death, in addition to bringing him great grief, also made him instantly understand the fact that as a soldier, even if he is a Nord royal guard, no matter how strong his personal skills are, he will often only become a victim of war. In the end, I can't even save my own life, let alone protect anything else.

Because of Soraton's death, because of his own powerlessness over this one fact, he began to feel some kind of irreversibility of fate. He hated the feeling that fate was like a giant wheel running over it, and he could only resist it. He longs for change, wants to be the master of the wheel of fate, not the bearer of it.

On the surface, Soraton was to blame for the brutal war. Yes, war is cruel to soldiers like Soratun, and to the vast majority of civilians who are drawn into it, and countless people have suffered bad luck because of it, and war is hated. However, for some kings and lords at the top, war was not cruel, but rather a tempting gamble. They bet on land, money, and countless lives, as well as many families that were or are about to be perfected, in order to win more land and wealth. They are the main culprits of war, and the initiation of war is often caused by their greed and desire.

Kersmer had always thought that he could fight for the so-called glory of the country, but when he thought about this because of Soraton's death, he also realized that he went to the battlefield like this, in fact, he was only selling his life for the greed of the kings and lords.

And the glory he has always wanted to pursue is by no means to satisfy the selfish desires of these kings and lords. Soraton's death made him feel extremely sad and indignant, but there must have been many people who had a similar or even the same fate as Soraton in the past or in the future.

He didn't want to be next, he felt that his life should be dedicated to something more meaningful—such as his own glory.

The sky is covered with goose feathers and heavy snow, one after another, as if boundless, and almost all of them are in the wilderness of this area at the moment, forming an obvious contrast between movement and static, but also in the combination of movement and stillness to achieve a certain indescribable harmony, so that such a snowy scenery can give people a peaceful visual enjoyment.

If it weren't for the fact that the temperature was too low, or because there was a distance that had to be rushed, then Kosmerd, who had been tired from the road for several days in the morning and in the dark, really wanted to stop by the side of the road, sit down against the trunk of a thick tree, and enjoy such a quiet snowy scene for a while, and it was better to have a good night's sleep.

However, this was only a fantasy of the mind, for it was too cold, and he could not stop at all, but continued to ride his horse along a road on the seemingly boundless snowfield, and the horses' hoof prints that kept imprinting behind him were soon covered by the snowflakes. However, there were many wild sparrows, which could no longer fly in the heavy snow, and could only land on the snow beside the road, in small piles of three or five, shivering together under the white snow, resisting the bitter cold. At the very least, Kosmod should be glad that he wasn't one of the sparrows.

It was getting darker, and it seemed like it was getting dark. Kosmead wondered in his heart: It was already the end of May, and it was June in a few days, so why was the winter in Virginia still not over? Or was it that it snowed all year round, and there were no four seasons at all?

This was not the first time he had come to this country, for when he was sixteen years old, two years earlier, he had come to the northernmost town of the country, Živatčadze. For Sensesmode, it was a memory that will last a lifetime. At that time, when he was not yet an adult, he had seen the dirtiest and sinister human hearts, felt the strongest and most moving temptations, and made the most fearless and resolute choices......

Due to the influence of the warm monsoon all year round, the Riwa was able to escape from the snow and was not covered by ice and snow. As a result, Kersmerd, who has only stayed in Riva but not in the Vygia Snowfield, doesn't really know much about the country of Vegia, or doesn't really know much about it.

The cold wind cut through people's faces like sharp blades, and then three or two snowflakes fell, which was really unbearable. Riding on an old black traveling horse, wearing a slightly shabby white cotton robe and a crudely made black felt hat, the notched iron sword behind his back struck the saddle incessantly.

The cold wind and cold snow are really the most painful thing for a person like Ksmerd who is alone and hurrying away. Even if his memory was extremely poor, he would never forget that this snow had been with him since he had entered the border of Virgia three or two days earlier, and it did not seem to stop until now.

At that training ground near Rudaburg, he spent almost four hundred dinars - a small half of his savings - from the training ground instructor to buy the touring horse. The coach boasted that the horse had traveled thousands of miles in a day, but who knew that on the first day he had walked more than a hundred miles, the beast was almost exhausted, and then Ksmund realized that the horse looked strong, but in fact it was probably an old horse. After that, Ksmund had to be careful, but it was encountering the heavy snow that had been falling for the past few days, and the horse's four hooves had barely left the snow on the ground, not to mention the awkward feeling.

At noon, he immediately finished the remaining overnight chicken, and was hungry again. At last they came to a paved stone road, and the road conditions were clearly favorable to the horse's running, but the horse beneath him only circled in circles, and no matter how much Cosmod tried to drive, he stopped running a step forward. In desperation, Kersmund dismounted, and after a little inspection, he found that the horse's right front hoof did not move very smoothly, and it was very awkward, either the horse's right front leg was lame, or the horse's right front hoof was off.

Meanwhile, he sighed and took his horse with one hand, and looked at the white expanse ahead, as if there was a village not far away, and the outlines of the edges of the houses loomed, at least the problem of living tonight was probably not to be worried.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves behind Kersmoad, and a horse suddenly turned out of the fork in the road, and the momentum was extremely fierce, and immediately the guy shouted, and the centaur moved forward, and the speed did not slow down at all, it seemed that he could not contain the momentum, and rushed straight towards Kersmer, and Kersmerd had just noticed that the other party had collided with him on the side!

Immediately, the guy wore a scaly armor helmet, a scaly vest, a moonblade axe on his back, and a red hunting horse under his crotch. Judging from this equipment, this man seems to be a Virginian knight, with a neat armor and almost all covered with a layer of snow. He looks like a middle-aged man, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a full beard, a very vicious appearance, and although his figure is not tall, he is very straight, and at first glance, it will make people think that he is not an ordinary guy.

The man dressed as a Virgia knight obviously came too suddenly, and he couldn't slow down temporarily, but he made a mistake and vented his anger on Sensed, who was "in the way".

"Boy, do you want to die?" the guy shouted in a hoarse voice, and with a flick of his right hand, a stick-like object in his hand smashed straight down on Kmmer!

The suddenness of the incident made Sensed be taken aback, and the traveling horse beside him neighed, and suddenly, the man stood on his front hooves, and at the same time, the other man, the horse, and the smashed stick, all came over in one go. At first sight, Kersmund grabbed the horse's bridle with both hands, leaped to the side, swept to the side like the wind, and moved the horse's head with force, pulling the horse's head low and pulling it to the side. With Ksmerd's quick reflexes and amazing arm strength, his men and horses managed to avoid a seemingly inevitable injury.

The knight-like guy rushed straight out of the distance like a violent wind, and he was able to stop the momentum. Before leaving, he reined in his horse and spun around in a circle, and looked at Minded, who had been very annoyed, but suddenly turned into surprise, and his eyes shot a bright light at Minded, and then, with a cold smile, galloped away without saying a word. Eyemerd took a step forward and shouted angrily at the man, "Hey, come back, do you want to just leave?" and shouted twice, but the other man didn't look back. Kersmund wanted to catch up with him across the horse, but when he looked at the horse that was not angry, he was helpless, sulking alone, and with indescribable chagrin in his heart, he could only pull the horse and continue to move forward.

It was getting darker and darker, and the snow seemed to be falling heavily again. There was a light in front of it, shining first on a tavern. There is a stable next to the tavern, under which a dozen horses, donkeys and other animals are tethered. Grim pulled his horse to the tavern, and a dim light and a commotion came out of the tavern. A hairy boy ran up to him, looked at Grim with a pair of clever eyes in the dim light, and then beckoned, "Hello sir, please come and sit down in our tavern." ”

"What is this place?"

The man at the tavern said, "This is Ribache, less than a hundred miles to the northeast, but it is Kulau! It is snowing again, and the road is difficult, so you can rest here for the night, sir, and it is not too late to set out again tomorrow morning." ”

"You guys are like a small village here, how can there be a tavern?"

"Yes, we are a small village here, but we have a lot of traffic here because of the proximity to Kulau and Zhivadin, so our owner has a tavern here and the business is good. The guy explained.

Eyemoad nodded and said, "Oh, okay, then I'll stay here for one night." Also, it's time for my horse to be nailed, is there a place here?"

"Of course!" said the fellow, grinning, "we have men who nail horseshoes, and you must be hungry sir, don't you?" Cheeksmund nodded, handed the horse to the fellow, and walked into the tavern himself.

The tavern was indeed small, and on one wall hung a hemispherical iron vessel containing burning charcoal, the light of which spread in all directions, barely illuminating most of the tavern. Next to the tavern owner, there is a fireplace that is mainly used to grill food, which is also another light source in the tavern. With these two light sources illuminating, the tavern is very bright and warm, which can make people who come in from the outside in the cold and snow, especially those who have been on a long journey, feel inexplicably warm, such as Kosmerd at this time.

Several tables in the tavern were almost full of people, and the noise they made made the tavern even more lively. Sensed walked towards the tavernkeeper's location, observing where there were any vacant seats in the tavern for him to sit in. A man sitting at the long counter in front of the tavernkeeper stood up just as Minded came to him, smirked and paid the bill to the innkeeper, then staggered past Minder and walked out the door, still muttering a muttered song. So Kosmead got the empty seat and sat down on the edge of the long counter facing the tavernkeeper.

Kersmund asked for a large jar of ale and a plate of freshly grilled chicken, and began to eat and drink. Less than three feet behind him was a rectangular table cluttered with wine glasses and plates, around which nearly ten drunken men sat crowded. They talked loudly and wantonly, and although Kersmund didn't want to listen to their conversation, he was so close that even if he didn't want to listen, the conversation of the group kept coming to his ears.

"The thief Yoro has come to our Kulau neighborhood, and we won't have a good life in this place!" muttered a man.

"Oh, poor Neil, what are you afraid of? We workers who do odd jobs for blacksmiths, we ask for money and no one, and you just take a luxury carriage to pick him up, and he won't patronize us, will you?"

"Hmph, Harder, you can't say that, we poor bastards don't need to worry, but the area around Kulau is our common land, and some of us here are unlucky, and the rest of us have no shame on our faces!"

"Forget it! Harder is right, Neil, is it up to you? You still want to draw your sword to help? You are good at making knives from iron, but you are far from good at fighting knives. ”

"I think Neil said it well! And the reward is 100,000 dinars, 100,000 dinars is enough for people like us to live happily for a few lifetimes! Or we really try it, if we can catch that guy Yoro, not only will we get 100,000 dinars, but it will definitely be a sensation in the town of Kulau, and even the whole of Virgia immediately, and maybe our reputation will spread all over the continent of Calradia at once! When the time comes, the lords and nobles will be happy, and maybe they will give us additional rewards!"

"Come on, Jack, dry this drink, and then go back to your dreams of riches! Hmph, just us, we don't even have to catch a cat, let alone a haunted figure like Yoro. It's already a very rare thing for us to see him in person!"

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