At this moment, the momentum emanating from his body shocked all the soldiers, and with a roar, the Nord hero in battle armor stepped on the city wall!

The Nord soldiers burst into cheers. The father who stepped on the city wall was eager to kill the enemy, or he was too confident in himself, and forgot about the danger left and right. On the side tower stood the most proud and powerful soldier of the Vigians, the Vigian Marksman.

Sharp arrows struck from both sides, and Nord's hero suddenly sensed the threat and turned sideways to avoid it, but the longbow used by the sharpshooter was so fast that it was almost inevitable that the arrow pierced through and hit him. Even though he had a hard armor, it was lightly pierced by the extremely sharp and barbed arrows, and the strength of the archer's arrows almost sank into his body.

Blood splattered out and stained his chest red. Undaunted, the hero drew his arrow, shouted resolutely, and the iron axe in his hand did not stop at all, slashing and killing countless Vigian soldiers.

The archer continued to shoot the arrow, and the arrow shot straight at his face. The hero couldn't help laughing, and with his left hand, he actually held the arrow in his hand.

The sharpshooters on the left and right were shocked by the Nord's strength and speed, but the battle continued, and the "whoosh" was heard incessantly, this time a dozen powerful barbed arrows in unison.

The hero swung his axe, and a large amount of blood spilled, staining his armor red again, and arrows pierced into his body, blooming black flowers in the setting sun.

The flowers fell on the rocks and turned into red bloodstains. His laughter seemed to echo in the sky.

The great hero of the Nords, the leader of the Nords, and the invincible god of war, Gunding Harebrex, fell.

Hear the bad news from my father. I was stunned for a long time, then I lifted the strongest Nord soju and began to pour it. Looking at the sky in the distance of town, my mind was messed up all night. Tears flowed slowly, but no sound sounded.

When the sky gradually turned white, a trace of fire suddenly appeared in the distant sky, and bursts of thick smoke drifted into the sky.

A veteran stumbled in, and I suppressed my aching head and asked, "What's that?"

"My lord, that's Chanda...... They burned down Zenda!"

Zenda. I've seen it in books, and it's the only remaining paradise in this war-torn land, a neutral city, a free city that doesn't belong to any country or power.

Originally. The death of his father caused confusion among the entire Nord army, and they scattered and fled, passing through Zenda, a great city that all the forces of the continent of Calradia silently guarded from harming, and then disappeared overnight at the hands of this leaderless and undisciplined rout.

The morning of that day. The nobles of Nord held a meeting in the castle hall. As the only son of Gunding Haribrex, I sat in the chief position.

Looking at the red-faced nobles, I suddenly wanted to smile bitterly, my father's funeral had not yet been held, and these bloated pleasure seekers had actually cared about who their new masters were.

Just as I was about to get up to leave, a nobleman stood up. I remember him, Harkram, the leader of the support army long ago. The fake smile on his face disgusted me.

"Your Highness Aitsol, I see how tired you look. Whether you want to take a break or not, this matter is taken care of by our nobles. Hakerem said.

In his expression and in the eyes of all the nobles present, I understood what they meant. Thinking of my father, of being his only heir, I can't give up because of their threats. I sat down and looked at these people coldly.

But Hakram's guards quickly rushed in, and I, who had never learned any martial arts, had no ability to resist, and was taken to a room and imprisoned.

So a coup d'état took place quietly.

During the days of confinement, I didn't know everything that happened outside, I didn't know what happened to the warriors who went on the expedition, I didn't know where my father's body was buried, and I could only watch the sun and moon rise and set outside the window every day. I wanted to cry, but when I saw the bright sky outside, I remembered my father's resolute eyes, so I silently endured my grief and anger.

Until one day, a soldier quietly opened the locked door of the room—the same veteran who had retreated from the battlefield and told me a tale of qiē.

When he saw me, he fell to the ground in respect, and then said, "Your Highness, now that the whole of Nord is under the control of Hakrem, the nobles have made him the new chieftain and the king of the country. I know you're supposed to be the real king, so I've bought some people out of here!"

There was indescribable excitement in my eyes, and I took his hand and said softly, "Thank you." ”

The old soldier's wrinkled face showed a smile and said, "Your Highness, let's go quickly." I've arranged for us to sneak out of the city, and we'll go out to sea in a small boat in the harbor, and when we get to the mouth of the strait, we'll just have to wait for a merchant ship to take us out of here. ”

"Leaving Calradia?" I was a little surprised.

"Calradia is in the midst of a lot of war, and I can't stay any longer. The veteran said, "The warriors who followed the leader's attack on Zhivacheze were driven out by Hakrim and fled for hiding. Yamunah is now all Hakrim's cronies, and he can't go back. So we have to travel to other continents. Our destination is the continent of Barrion, which is more developed than Calradia, and we strive to recharge our batteries there, and I believe that Your Highness will return one day sooner or later, and then you will be the king of Calradia!"

In the night breeze, I sat on a huge merchant ship, looking at the shrinking coastline behind me, thinking of my father who had taken me on a ride a long time ago, and my heart was filled with unspeakable sadness.

In the gust of sea breeze, I seemed to see my father's face in the night sky, and saw his brave and upright body. I couldn't help but straighten up, facing the sky, to the land behind me that was about to disappear from sight, and said in a slow but firm voice:

"Sooner or later, Carradia, I'll wash away all the blood and hatred with the waters here, because my name is Aitsol Hareblex. ”

On an inconspicuous night, a cold snap from the northern Ice and Snow Continent swept across the coastal land of the Calradia Continent.

The howling sea breeze brought up white spray and crashed violently against the reef along the coast, and the silence of the night was torn apart by the roar of the waves. In the darkness of the night, a ship with black sails sailed in the strait.

"This strait is called the Gang Ting Strait," said the old captain in the hood, standing on the deck, "the landing place of the Nords on the continent of Calradia, named after their great hero, Gang Ding Ha Rui Brec. ”

The young man behind him, dressed in a cotton robe, quietly looked at the waves and the horizon in the distance by the moonlight, and said: "It's also a very interesting historical event to think about, but it's a pity that I didn't catch up." ”

The old captain, the old man with the rugged face of a Virgian and wrinkled eyes, smiled kindly, and said, "I don't know your identity, but all those who come to Calradia for adventures always have a sense of flesh. I appreciate that young people are hot-blooded. ”

The young man turned to look at the old captain. The cold sea breeze blew the cotton robe with a slight "pop" sound.

The cold paused the atmosphere, and the old captain wrapped his old jacket tightly, sighed, and said, "Eighteen years ago, do you know how many warriors died on the coast in front of you in exchange for the status of the Nords in the Calradia continent today?"

The young man was silent for a moment, then kept his eyes on the sea. He quietly looked at the rolling waves in the night, felt the saltiness and biternity of the sea breeze, and then replied: "I don't need to pay attention to the past, that is history." All I need to think about is when the ship will come ashore, and when will I be able to write a history of myself on this continent. ”

The old captain looked at the broad and peaceful eyebrows of the Western Europeans, and said slowly, "You stand so high, it is easy to fall into the sea." ”

The young man, listening to the sound of the white merchant flag whirring in the wind on the mast, and the power of the ship under his feet to ride the wind and waves, walked down the deck from the mast after a while, and asked, "Is there any wine?"

"There is wine, but if you don't drink it and listen to some stories, you can't keep the cold in your heart. The old captain pulled out two clay bottles from the cabin.

The young man took the drink and smiled. His three-dimensional facial features are as handsome as a knife, and the whole person emits a kind of kingly aura that shocks the world, and there is a dissolute smile on his evil and handsome face at this time.

"Bypassing the Harding Strait, there are many pirates on the coast in front, and the passing merchant ships dare not go ashore there, but choose to turn into the Gangding Strait and go directly to the port of the Nord Kingdom. The old captain opened the plastic bottle and began to tell slowly, "There were many large merchant ships from the Balrion Continent that chose to take a detour to shore in order to avoid expensive taxes and were plundered by pirates. ”

"They hired a number of merchant guards, some of whom had been through the war, but any resistance in the face of the ferocious pirates seemed useless. Unlike other robbers, they have lived by the sea for a long time, some of them hide in the snowfields, and survive in the cold and harsh environment, they are fierce and cruel outlaws. The only way to meet the pirates is to be captured or die, they don't need any tolls, they want all your property. Of course, those who are reluctant to have money ......" the old captain paused, took a long sip of wine, gasped, and then said, "The pirates will use their skulls as bowls." ”

The young man's mouth moved, and he said, "Can't you find a bigger bowl?" ”

The old captain continued: "Very few survive intact at the hands of the pirates, and all the captives of the pirates are either killed by their grumpy chieftains, or are missing arms and legs, and those who honestly surrender all their money and goods are stripped naked and thrown into the cold snow. After several major merchant ships, the passing caravans finally understood that any warrior who tried to fight the pirates would eventually turn into stripped quails, so they began to acquiesce in the Okadin Strait. (To be continued......)