Even in the eyes of the Swadians, the Nords and the Virgians were rude, rude, and warlike races. But in reality, there is a very big difference between www.biquge.info the two - the Nords, unlike their warlike traditions, have an extremely solemn moral code and value formation and tactics. The Virgians, on the other hand, do not have many rules, are born with bloodthirsty souls, and tend to value personal prowess in battle.

The rift caused by such cultural differences is irreconcilable, and Rum is well aware of this. But everything changed with the birth of a great man from Swadia, 'Saint' Peter - chief among them was the centuries-long religious wars he had waged, a war between the Nord gods and the goddess Embra.

It was not an easy task to convert the fearless Nords, but an accident made it happen more smoothly than anyone expected—the goddess Embra herself descended to the realm and helped Peter win the war. Who is not impressed when the true god appears to him, and from then on the Nords became followers of the goddess Embra, who was more solid than the Swadians.

And for the Vigians, who originally believed in Embra, the Nords in their eyes actually shared the same faith with themselves, which is really not good news. But to their surprise, the goddess rewarded the Nords with a holy relic - a treasure coveted by all nations at the time, which the poet called "Mother's Kiss", the monks of the Church called it "the gift of the earth", and many more people privately called it "Holy Bell", for no particular reason, but only by saying.

It is a real miracle - it has many side effects, but the most effective is to bring a good harvest to the barren land - if the seed is planted in the ground, when it is struck, it will inevitably bring a good year. This has greatly benefited the Nords, who are not good at farming.

Because it is a sacred object that symbolizes the grace of the goddess, even if the Virginians salivate, they will never dare to use any crooked brains. In this way, under the influence of common faith, the relations between the two countries gradually improved, and they had a hard-won and delicate peace.

Sadly, when the "Mad King" Haraus IV captured Sagoth, this sacred relic disappeared into history. For many years, every Duke of Nord tried to recover the relic, but often to no avail.

And the Duke of Rum, a man known as Zhiduoxing, is ready to take advantage of the special status of this holy relic to bring peace to the two countries.

Although Eve didn't know where he got the news or why he was so sure, she was sure that Rum really thought she could find it, and had given it action, and that the matter was in his heart even more important than the safety of his own flesh and blood.

So, Duke Rum followed some kind of clue and entered Woodlyn. And close to success?but at a critical moment, attacked by a mysterious enemy, and now in danger?" Eve wasn't sure if Arthur had recovered from his injuries, but at least he looked much better than before. Arthur asked two questions in a row, and after receiving an affirmative answer, he touched his chin thoughtfully. "Yes, despite our absolute superiority in numbers, the enemy is not engaged in a head-to-head battle with us at all. The sergeant who brought the news was not seriously injured, only a little tired, but he still answered Arthur's every question earnestly despite his weariness. "They took advantage of the darkness of the night to burn our supplies, and in peacetime attacked our troops under the cover of the jungle, and we sent men to chase them, but they only added more casualties. ”

Arthur noticed a hint of resentment in his eyes, and his hands were unconsciously clenched together. It seemed that he was very angry about it. "Eventually, because there were not enough supplies, the army mutinied. I and some of the men, led by Sir Vidocq, protected Mr. Rum from the siege. However, he was caught by the enemy who had been lying in ambush nearby. ”

"Just as they were about to tie me up, it just so happened that the mutinous soldiers also rushed out. I took the opportunity to snatch a steed and escaped from the bastards. ”

Arthur nodded, taking some of the details to heart. "Who are those guys? Do you have any clues?"

"I don't know, they have a strong accent and they come from anywhere. The sergeant said. "There were Nords, there were Virgians, and I heard a few accents that looked a lot like Kugit. But most of them are Swadiaans, I'm sure of that. ”

"Sounds like some stragglers. "Arthur originally thought it would be the army of a certain country, but the possibility of mercenaries could not be ruled out. "No, they're clearly well-trained, and they're good at fighting in the woodlands, like the damned Rhodoks. ”

Just as Arthur was about to ask something further, Eve pushed the door open. Arthur sighed inwardly that things were getting tricky. Eve was seen to be fully armed—in expensive armor, with that ominous sword, and a combat helmet in her right hand. "How long will it take?" she asked the sergeant forcefully. "How long will it take you to get back on your journey and show me the way?"

"Anytime, my lord!" replied the sergeant, apparently a tough man, even though he was exhausted by this time. "Very well, follow me. "Eve, let's get ready to go out.

Arthur didn't have to ask to know, she wasn't going to wait for a moment. "Wait, it's reckless, we need more preparation, and we need someone to stabilize Kyle Redan. Arthur reminded.

"I know, I've got it all arranged. Thornmer will help me maintain order, and Vivi will train the bandits into new soldiers. Eve said. "But where did we get our army?" asked Arthur again. "Maybe we should gather our vassals, for our current strength alone is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg. ”

"Yesterday a group of mercenaries passed by here, and I sent someone to chase them back. Eve said again. "I paid double the fee, and they were willing to come with us. ”

Arthur sighed secretly, he didn't want Eve to take this risk herself, for some reason, he vaguely felt that this trip would be very dangerous. "Okay, let's go?" Arthur said helplessly.

"Yes, go and gather all the people who are in use, and we will set off for Woodlyn!Rescue the Duke of Rum, my father, from that mysterious group of bastards!" Eve put her helmet on her head, her long flowing hair flowing through the gaps, leaving Arthur with only an uncompromising back.