By the time Rommel stepped on the Ares arena, the feast of the wine festival had already begun, and seven or eight burning fires were spread over the field, and from time to time people added dried pine wood to the fires to keep the fire burning. Crates of wine are lined around the course, and freshly baked bread smells of wheat.

Giggling and laughing toddlers run happily around the God of War arena, calling out their friends' names. Rows of wooden wine glasses filled with ale, grilled fish on the charcoal fire squeaked hot, and low grease sparkled with bright yellow flames.

"Your Highness, look at what you've missed," Lance said to Merlin with a wine glass, "The selection of the Flower of the Ashhearth was quite successful!" Lance had a smug smile on his face.

"Congratulations, I knew you could. Merlin picked up a glass of ale and blocked the wine that Lance handed over, "I'm going to keep a clear head tonight, this will be the most important day for Ashhearth." I don't want to get drunk with you. ”

In fact, Merlin's mind was filled with the scene of the girls' big feet stepping on the grapes, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of nausea, which was about to become Merlin's shadow. If all the wines here are made in this way, Merlin decided not to drink any wine in the future, and only drank his own wine.

The cloudy ale has a slightly sour taste, which is the reason why hops are not added, and when hops are added, the cloudy ale will become clear.

"Your Highness, where have you gone?" said Raj angrily in front of Merlin.

"What, did Sulla lose?" Merlin said with a smile, the final election for the Flower of the Ashhearth was determined by voting, and Merlin alone had the equivalent of a hundred shares.

Raj nodded, tilting her head to the side and not paying attention to the person, Merlin knew that she was not really angry, and Sula did not fancy the laurels of the Flower of Thorns.

At this moment, a bohemian woman wearing a laurel crown appeared in front of Merlin immediately behind Raj, with two bright eyes on her luna-like face, and a colorful bohemian dress showing her feminine femininity, and the gorgeous laurel crown on her head was just an embellishment of her beauty. Merlin's eyes lit up, "Welcome to Ashburg!"

"Meet again, Your Highness Merlin, will it be a surprise to meet in this way?"

"Of course, beautiful flower of thorns, tonight will be an unforgettable night. ”

"You know?" said Lance's mouth wide open.

"Of course, this is Lady Wendy from Hibo City!" Merlin laughed.

"From tonight, it's Wendy of Ashhearth. ”

Merlin smiled happily, and from now on Ashfurnace had another Silver Knight. Wendy is a true Silver Knight, much better than Old Bill's illusory showmanship. Bill has only broken through to the Silver Knight and has not yet mastered the exclusive skills of the Silver Knight, while Wendy is different.

The lame ronin played the lute and began to chant tales of distant tales: the knight in gold galloped through the pagan realm, three brave men following him closely, sharp weapons reduced to smithereens, and the blue blood of fallen orcs spilled on the cold earth......

There is never a shortage of listeners to adventure stories, with young men surrounding lame ronin, weaving dreams of knights and princesses.

"You don't want to run!" Sula grabbed Merlin, "The first dance of the night, you're mine." In front of Merlin was an elegant white jade-like neck, and down was a long purple dress.

"No, I can't dance!" Merlin muttered.

"The great prince of Adrianople can't dance. Sula grabbed Merlin, "Do you think I'll believe what you say?"

Merlin was enveloped in a strange emotion, feeling like a puppet being manipulated. Sura's back is smooth and elastic, and her small hands are as warm as jade. The warm breath sprayed on Merlin's ears, and his heart tickled.

"Your Royal Highness really can't dance!" Sura laughed, "I'll forgive you, but aren't you going to explain why your lord was absent from the election of the Flower of the Ashhearth?"

"Life in Adrianople is boring, and we are not allowed to go to social balls until we are underage. However, there will be special people to teach us to dance before we reach adulthood. Merlin clumsily danced with Sulla, "Tonight Ashburgh has a new life, fortunately mother and son are safe." ”

"Well, forgive me!"

Sula was undoubtedly the center of the ball, and the eyes of the teenagers fell on her, and Merlin enjoyed the feeling of being in her arms. Sula is definitely a big star-level beauty in later generations, and she has a cold and glamorous temperament of Sophie Marceau. A woman with such a temperament, no matter which man it is, wants to capture her.

But Merlin is well aware that he is now nothing more than a Black Iron Knight, the little baron of the Ashhearth, two women from the land of witches with ulterior secrets. So Merlin always subconsciously kept a considerable distance from them.

Squeak, Merlin's body tightened, this was the warning sound of the bumblebee king.

"What's wrong?" Sulla's red lips pressed against Merlin's ears.

The tall white figure silently walked through the jungle, peeled through the thorns, and stepped into the valley of the ash furnace. The scarlet eyes inside the gray cloak glanced at the beehive in the red willow treetops, and with a slight lift of his hand, white ice arrows appeared out of thin air. In the next second, the hive was shrouded in white ice crystals.

Merlin's eyelids jumped, "It's nothing, I'm a little hungry." ”

Merlin stuffed a piece of roast meat into his mouth and walked quickly to Lance: "Gather the knights, the undead are coming!"

Whoosh, whoosh, several large fireballs fell from the sky and fell into the fiercely burning fire. There was a bang that exploded in the middle of the crowd.

In an instant, the joyous banquet turned into hell, and the killing began. Along with the footsteps of the undead, the God of War arena was covered with a thin layer of white frost, and the terrifying undead slashed the weapon down the unarmed humans. Crying and moaning filled Merlin's ears.

Merlin drew a long sword, a raging rage filled his chest, he fled, he pretended not to see, he built a tortoiseshell-like ashoven to protect himself and everyone, but the malice of reality gave him a resounding slap in the face.

"You can't go!" Sulla took Merlin's hand.

Merlin had always thought about how to be safe, how to defend, and at this time, he knew that courage was just as important, and if he abandoned his subjects now and entered the Ashfurnace Castle, he would definitely be safe, but the prestige he had worked so hard to build would be gone.

"You can die tonight, you can't retreat. Merlin said calmly to Sura.