Autumn in Asgard also snows. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In other words, it snows at any time of the year in Asgard.

So much so that it is difficult to tell whether there are four seasons in Asgard or only the snow season.

The vagaries of the climate are always the theme of the New World, which is one of the reasons why the New World was not developed in the first place after it was discovered.

After all, no one likes to live in a place that was hot like a steamer one day and snowed the next day and froze for dozens of yards.

But the people of Asgardian are used to the weather.

And with the passage of time, the impermanence of this climate has gradually stabilized, and now, there is basically only an anomaly of sudden blizzards.

And this anomaly, in recent decades, has become an alternative preference for the Asgardians.

Please bury me in the snow of Asgard.

This is the famous poet of Asgard, the hero of the demon seed, and the former Fifth Patriarch of the Templar.

Xue Lai's last words.

He died in the Eighth Purge War, on the east coast of the Central Continent, where the sun was blazing, and at that time, Asgard was making the first snow of the year.

"What the hell, why is it our turn to be on duty today?" beneath the vast Asgardian gates, a man dressed in the full armor of the Asgardian Sanctuary Protectorate rubbed his hands together and complained to his companion.

He was born with the ability of a fire-type demon seed, and he was naturally extremely disgusted by the perennial snowy weather in Asgard.

"Forget it, Glenn, the weather is still good, you must know that the last time Woody and their rotation were on duty, it was a blizzard and hail, and the hail was as terrible as the second-order ice gun. His companion lazily leaned against the side of the wall, and replied nonchalantly.

He was born with the ability of ice demon seeds, and the ice and snow were as warm as the sun to him, but he really didn't lie, the last ghost weather, hail was as sharp as an ice gun, and that was the weather he didn't like.

"So be content. He yawned and leaned his long knife against the wall, intending to squint for a moment.

With this kind of ghost weather, I don't think many people will enter the city.

And Asgard's safety, like the city wall behind him, is thick, resolute, and reveals a new meaning in the immersion of ice and snow.

The walls of Asgard are very new and unscarred.

For the enemy has never come to it, nor has he harmed it.

This is the pride of the Asgardians, the pride of the demon seed, but in another way, it is also sad.

The sorrow of loneliness.

The sorrow of no one coming.

Since its establishment, Asgard has been in a semi-closed state, except for the first arrivals who brought a large amount of material from the Central Continent, and the material supply after that, it was blank.

Barren, is the best adjective.

No one, humans, would come here, or rather, no demon seed would allow humans to come here.

The bitter hatred between the demon seed and the human race doomed Asgard to scarcity.

Although this lack has improved since the lifting of the ban about a hundred years ago, the demonic race's hatred for humanity will not abate.

Even if they brought the necessary supplies.

Humans are also reluctant to come here to trade, risking their lives enormously.

Unless it's an outlaw who wants money and doesn't want to die.

"Bell bell bell—"

And at this moment, a group of outlaws who wanted money and did not want their lives appeared in front of the two city gate guards.

In the distance of heavy snowfall, a large convoy is coming along the heavy snow road, difficult and muddy, with wind chimes hanging on the body of each car, with the shaking of the crisp bell.

It was a convoy that came with a red flag.

Red, representing danger, gore, blood, hatred.

Mankind.

This is a human convoy.

Although every few years, more than ten years, there is always a big battle between the demon seed and the human race.

But the trade between humans and demons never stopped.

Especially after the lifting of the ban a hundred years ago, mankind has openly done business in the port of Mayflower.

Later, as the transaction deepened, some humans even obtained the privilege of coming to the Demon Seed Holy City, Asgard.

Now, of course, there are humans living in Asgard, who specialize in selling specialty products from the human world.

Every month, human convoys arrive from Mayflower Harbor to escort them through the treacherous terrain of hundreds of thousands of yards between Mayflower Harbor and Asgard, escorted by dedicated members of the Demon Seed.

One is surveillance, and the other is protection.

After all, those substances are also very important to the demon seed.

"It's these damn traitors again. The warrior known as Glenn spat disdainfully and straightened up.

Human traitor, that's right, these human beings who have traveled thousands of miles across the ocean can indeed be called human traitors.

Because they sell the food, weapons, and the latest technology that the demon seed is scarce, to help the demon seed grow, and then in turn to attack the human race.

From this point of view, they are indeed traitors.

But what's the matter?

For merchants, it is good to make money, and often a trip back and forth between the New World and the Central World can obtain dozens of times the huge profits.

Few people can resist this temptation.

So even in the most intense period of the purification war, there were still humans who were willing to come.

Although it is very likely that they will be torn to pieces directly by the angry demon seed, and the supplies will be snatched directly.

This happens a few times a year.

But there are still people who are not afraid of all kinds of dangers.

"Let's not say a word, it seems that the survey of the east is being prepared in the last two days, and this batch of supplies is urgently needed. Glenn's companion coughed, also straightened up, picked up the knife in hand, looked at the convoy in the distance and whispered.

"East?" Glenn frowned, a little jealous in his words.

The east, that is a terrible place for the demon seed.

"You're not going to send us to be cannon fodder, are you?" he said in a low voice.

"You're thinking too much, we're not qualified to go, that's something for the big people in the Templars to consider. His companion shook his head, his expression becoming more serious.

As the convoy was approaching, a Templar riding a newly bred magic horse had already made his way to the front of the city.

The mark of the sacred mountain of Salem on the retro black robe was enough to crush the mark of the outline of the city of Asgard on the two gate guards.

"You don't have to check it, just put it in. The knight on the horse did not look at the two guards on the ground, he looked at the heavy walls and did not know what to think.

The convoy slowly moved into the city beside him.

When it was the turn of the third car, the wind suddenly blew the curtain of the carriage, revealing an indifferent face, and he looked out the window at the heavy snow and the walls of the legendary Asgard, and said to himself, "Hello, Asgard. ”

The wind and snow blew, hiding the pitch-black wooden box placed in the carriage. ―――――――――――――――――――――――――― have been slacking off in the last two days, and a new chapter has opened, about the legend of the New World and the Demon Seed. Now, advent.