Introduction:

Three years and four months have passed since the "Camrando's Nightmare" war. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, instead of subsided, the flames of war seemed to spread more rapidly throughout the continent of Camrando.

The Republic of Locamia, under the leadership of the elf king Cridis, seems to have underestimated the strength of the resistance of the remnants of the empire's army after destroying the human empire Landis.

For almost a whole year, Lokamiya spent almost all of his time in successive counterinsurgency wars.

Except for the first army of the fairy king's lineage, which guarded the royal capital of Kashmir under the leadership of the Demon Knights, the rest of the second and third armies were all under the leadership of Marshal Hemingway of the Republic, and they were busy quelling the frequent wars in various places.

Although the strength and size of the original Landis Empire rebel army are uneven, and some of the rebels are almost a rabble with only straw forks and wooden sticks, the number of rebels has reached an astonishing number of hundreds of troops, and there is a tendency to intensify. As Marshal Hemingway said: "When the number of ants gathers to a certain extent, even the mightiest lion will be exhausted!".

The Republic of Locamia had recently devoured the glory of the Rantis Empire, and the soldiers of the army had barely had time to savor the charm, and Hemingway's army group was almost exhausted.

And what makes Lokamia faintly worried is that in the continental melee a year ago, the Terrans who lost the two empires of Camero and Lantis one after another, both showed unprecedented hostility to the Republic of Locamia at this time. Everyone seems to have begun to question the self-proclaimed nobility of the elves in their hearts, and they are clearly not prepared to turn Camrando into a paradise ruled by the elves.

And the orc empire Ezeiro, who had previously joined forces with the Fairy King, and Lambdo, the country of the winged people, took advantage of the chaos to quietly show their sharp fangs, and secretly raised the corners of their sneering mouths towards Lokamia.

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The beginning of the story:

After the sudden death of Frank, the emperor of the Landis Empire, in the imperial capital, the Rantis army was in turmoil. The armies of all parts of the country that had been fighting on the front line against the coalition forces of the republic were about to collapse at the first touch, from the generals to the soldiers, except for the unlucky ones who were forced to surrender to the enemy army because their feet were weak for a while, and the combat units on the other deep fronts were scattered one after another, and the tide was like a rout.

Everything has changed so fast, from the lightning invasion and occupation of Camero by the former first Terran empire, to the declaration of war on Rantis by the Orcs and Wingmen of the Republic of Locamia, the two human empires on the continent of Camlando seem to be wiped out one after another in a snap of a finger.

The noble and majestic generals of the Landis Empire in the past could no longer care about their image when the imperial capital fell, and under the protection of a large number of personal guards, they pulled away with whips, forced away their former comrades-in-arms with sharp swords, and fled in panic. The defeated army, which was scattered, fled for their lives in the hinterland, where the fighting did not affect severely.

After experiencing the war known as "Camrando's nightmare", the baptism of war left countless incurable tumors on the mainland. The most obvious harm is that a large part of the Landis Empire has nowhere to escape, and has begun to disappear into the villages and towns and wilderness across the continent, becoming thieves. Although these soldiers were not brave when they fought against the Lokamia coalition army, they were naturally invincible if they were asked to burn and loot in the village.

Some of the routs may not have such an idea of falling into the grass as thieves at first, or maybe they just started to do the first vote without a teacher in a certain situation of hunger and cold, and then they became more and more comfortable. Grabbing money, food, and women, the heartiness of this is naturally 10,000 times more comfortable than in the original military camp in Landis.

After the war, another phenomenon that appeared on the Camlando continent was that corresponding to the thieves were all kinds of adventurers, travelers, and mercenaries on the continent, and these professions that had declined or even disappeared also sprung up in this war-torn continent.

Perhaps, such troubled times and such a war-torn continent are the cradle of heroes. It's just that for those civilians, the cost of using troubled times to breed heroes is too great.

Valan is a small village in the territory of the former Camero Empire, so remote that no ruler would pay attention to this remote town, whether it belonged to the former empire of Camero, Lantis, or the current Republic of Locamia.

If it weren't for the war, such a small village far from the city would have been quiet and peaceful, and there might not be a stranger for months.

But soon after the war, and I don't know what day it began, business in the tavern began to improve inexplicably, and there was an endless stream of strangers coming and going almost every day, which also made the short and fat tavern owner Siva happy.

All kinds of travelers, dusty mercenaries, have been appearing in an endless stream in Valan Town recently. Even the Bard, which used to be only available in the Metropolis Tavern, has appeared several times this year in the Tavern of Valantown. Of course, such a tavern could not attract the bard's permanent residence, and the elegant bard, after the whim of the performance, disappeared into the distant jungle with the mercenaries and travelers with a full house of applause.

It's another busy day, and the tavern keeper Siva is wiping his glass quickly, chattering about his wife and daughter who are constantly shuttling between the guests: "Linda, Lily, hurry up, look, look! The orcs over there are already waiting impatiently!"

Xi Wayuan stared at the little eyes, and watched his daughter Lily trot all the way to the orc, who was impatient to wait, and then breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head and continued to count the pile of copper coins on the counter, squinting slightly to enjoy the charming metallic luster of the copper coins.

"Today, we only have the last ten copper coins left, and we can make up a hundred. Hehe, old Green in Glenva City, you old fellow, now my tavern can earn up to one silver coin a day, hehe, see if you dare to show off in front of me next time!"

Shiva's small eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile, and the beard on his cheeks curled up, shaking slightly.

Shiva and Old Green have been friends for many years, and Old Green also runs a tavern like this in the city of Granva, dozens of miles away. Because business has always been light in Siva's tavern, every time Old Green comes back to Valan Town to sit down with Shiva for a drink, although Old Green doesn't say anything, Shiwa always feels that his old friend has always looked down on his tavern. This was evident from the fact that he had persuaded himself more than once to close the tavern and go to Granva City to be his helper.

This year, the town of Valan suddenly became lively, and the tavern business in Siwa was naturally booming, so he wanted to go to his old friends and raise his eyebrows. Thinking of this, the corners of Xi Wa's wrinkled mouth couldn't help but curl.

"Boss, three more glasses of morning dew!"

A languid voice came from a dimly lit corner, and a young black-haired young man with his head tilted with his eyes slightly squinted and his back against the wall snapped his fingers at Shiva and raised his right hand to him.

Morning dew wine is magically processed water, and it is a popular liquor on the mainland. It is extremely light, cool, and not expensive, and you can drink a big cup for five copper coins. Even if you don't drink, you'll be fine with three drinks and won't be the slightest bit drunk. And the wonderful thing is that the only hint of wine in the morning dew wine is very unique, and the faint fragrance is irreplaceable by any other wine, which is simply unforgettable. However, in the tavern of Siva, in a remote place like Valan, Morning Dew is definitely a fine wine.

"Okay! Coming right away, coming right away!"

When Xi Wa heard the young man's shout, his spirits perked up, and he immediately carefully put the copper coin in his hand into the box, and agreed loudly, feeling happy in his heart: five copper coins and a glass of morning dew wine, this time, today's income can make up enough for one hundred copper coins. Shiva looked up at the young man who was about to refill the wine, and the wrinkles on his face turned into chrysanthemums.

Shiva had some impression of the young man, and for several days in a row he had been with another half-orc young man, and had to spend some time in the tavern every day, drinking at least three or five glasses of morning dew. When you're in good spirits, after drinking three glasses, you'll lazily have another three or five glasses just like today. What made Shiva a little strange was that, it seemed, every time, the young man and his companion liked to sit in the darkest corner of the tavern farthest from the door.

The two young men had been drinking in Shiva's tavern for several days, unlike the other travelers who had arrived in a hurry and left in a hurry. And there was not the slightest anxiety or worry in their expressions, and they didn't seem to be in a hurry to get somewhere. Instead, it seems to be waiting for something.

But Siva didn't care so much, as long as he could get copper coins from the young people every day, old Siva couldn't wait to see them all the time. Besides, how can such a handsome young man be annoying?

After receiving fifteen copper coins from the young man's hands, Xi Wa smiled and said thank you several times in succession, and the corner of his eyes quickly re-looked at the young man who brought him this large amount of income today: the standard human black hair, casually helped with a blue headband, and the hair was a little unkempt and scattered in front of his forehead, but he couldn't hide his originally handsome face. There is a distinctly slender scar between the right ear and the face, about the length of a little finger, which can be seen at a glance as a knife wound. Perhaps because the facial features are too handsome, the scars on the face not only do not look ugly, but add a bit of heroism to the originally slightly feminine face.

There was also a heavy broad-bladed sword on the table, which would not be light at first glance, and shone with a cold light. This is a weapon used by ordinary swordsmen on the continent of Camrando, and it can be seen everywhere in the ranks of adventurers, and there is nothing special about it.

The young man instantly caught Xiva's curious gaze, and after receiving the morning dew wine, his half-squinted eyes opened, and the afterglow of the corner of his eyes swept over Xiva's face, and in this short moment, Xiva felt as if he had been shaved off all the hairs on his face by a sharp blade, and there was a cold feeling on his face.

The black-haired young man's sharp gaze flickered, and he looked away from Shiva's body, squinting his eyes and staring intently at the morning dew wine in the glass, his face returning to that lazy expression.

There was also a delicate pear wood longbow on the table, and Siwa only glanced at it a few times, and the intricate patterns on it made him feel a little dizzy. It must have been many years ago, and Siva vaguely remembered seeing one of these longbows. By the way, it was still the height of the Carmelo Empire, and once a noble hunting party passed through the town of Siva and happened to stop in a tavern, and the proud archer general who accompanied the army seemed to be equipped with such a longbow.

Shiva began to vaguely sense that the two young men were not simple, and bent down in some trepidation to apologize for his presumptuousness, and turned around and walked quickly back to the counter.

The owner of the pear wood longbow didn't care about Siva's presumptuous eyes in the slightest, but looked at the three glasses of morning dew wine that Siwa had just brought over on the table, and looked at the black-haired young man opposite very seriously, with questions in his eyes.

The orc's face is very delicate, and if it weren't for the fluffy slender ears, the beauty would not look like an orc. The long silver hair was neatly swept from his forehead to the back of his head. The silver fury peculiar to this orc race, originally grown from the front of the forehead to the back of the head, all the way to the back, full of wildness, very few people would be so delicate and neat. What's even more puzzling is that this young man, who obviously has angry hair peculiar to the orc race, has a face that is not as ugly as other orcs, but also very delicate and handsome. It can even be said that even compared with the goblin people on the continent who are known for their handsome appearance, their faces are not inferior to handsome.

Coupled with his silver-white skin, the purple tattoos that snaked from his arms to his neck, made him even more demonic.

"Relos, didn't you say you had just spent the last copper coin?"

"Did I just say that?"

The lazy young man unceremoniously took a sip of morning dew wine, and with a look of enjoyment on his face, he agreed casually.

"And these three glasses of morning dew now?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, this morning I accidentally dug through fifteen more copper coins in my worn-out pocket. ”

The young man known as Relos had an innocent look on his face.

"And you told me this morning that we had no money to eat, and tricked me into selling the ring to a traveler?"

The silver-haired young man looked directly at his somewhat shameless companion, and his serious eyes already faintly revealed anger: "That's the only commemorative ring I left in the Orc Praetorian Guard!"

Relos pouted: "Just your steel pimple ring that doesn't have any buff attributes, what's so rare!"

Relos picked up the wine glass and put it to his lips, squinted slightly at the liquid in the glass, and said in a lonely tone: "Gui'er, you say, sometimes the glory we cherish in our eyes is not the sin in the eyes of others." ”

The handsome orc archer opened his mouth to tell the difference, but in the end he didn't say anything, and angrily picked up a glass of morning dew wine and drank it up.

Gui Er thought about it carefully, the guy on the other side had sold far more things than himself, and all kinds of badges and medals would be like tattered garbage, and every few days he would grope out one from his magic bag, and he would casually throw it to the grocer for a meal of wine or a few silver coins.

Gui'er, who had served in the elite troops of the Ezeilo Empire, could naturally easily recognize that it was the emblem of the Republic of Lokamia, and it was beautifully made, obviously of a rather unusual grade, not as disdainful as someone described when he threw it out and sold it: "Fortunately, I picked up a life on the battlefield before, and by the way, I picked up these few cards that can be exchanged for money." ”