"Calradia is the center of the world, the miracle of the Chaos gods Phils Muchenen and Stro Hart from the great world of Warbond. The young mother gently stood by her daughter's bedside, gently flipping the brand-new book in her hand and kissing the girl's bright eyes. "After countless years, the gods Fils and Stro have said goodbye to us. So the last gods, Norrem and Philae Inhardt, accepted the unfinished world, and they came to the seashore of Calradia and named Tiha as the starting point of the world. ”

"Why did God leave us? Aren't we a paradise with milk and honey?" said the little girl named Oroya, who held the bear in her arms tightly and looked at her mother with confusion.

"Baby, God will be with us. It's like my father and I are always by your side. The young woman caressed the little girl's cheek, put aside the creation myth in her hand, and gently patted the child's body, humming the ballad of the ancient Karad empire until her daughter gradually fell asleep. "May God bless you, praise Norrem, praise Philae Inhardt. ”

The mother blew out the lights in the room, and gently exited the room with her skirt in hand, and darkness fell on the small garden building by the sea in Tiha. Under the flickering starlight in the corridor, the worry on her handsome face was no longer hidden, and her beautiful eyes looked through the windowsill to the northern sea.

The sound of quiet footsteps echoed through the room, and she faintly stepped into the living room on the first floor and lit the tall candle in the corner. In the dim candlelight, her husband wore a thick, bloated Svadia plate armor with glittering medals pinned to his breastplate, and his frost-shiny two-handed swords lay flat on the log table.

"Why don't you put on your family's Momiji heraldic armor. She looked at her silent husband. Looking at his bloodshot eyes, my heart suddenly ached. "Arredo, we are nothing but the country lords of Tiha. Why stay here and wait for the barbarians of the north?"

"My wife. Arredo Nosamu turned his head, and three deep forehead lines were carved on his forehead, filling the air with a sad smell. "This is the coast of Tiha, where my ancestors fought with the Great Karad the Great three hundred years ago, and after seven days and seven nights of bloody fighting, only an underage baby boy remained. So we were canonized here, and with the red leaf coat of arms became a symbol of loyalty and victory. ”

"My grandfather went out from here. Finally, the red leaf coat of arms is painted with the blood of the Kujits. He got up and pushed open the window, his back grim and resolute. "It was also here that my father went to the battlefield in Vekia with 27 young men. Never came back. ”

"I see, Arredo. Nosamu's son should not leave here. His wife hugged him from behind, cold tears dripping down his plate neck and chilling his heart. "I will return to my hometown of Parabun with Oroya Nosamu and your red leaf coat of arms. With other noble ladies in the city. ”

"Good. Arredo replied briefly. Suddenly, he broke away from his wife's embrace, turned around and pushed the door and walked out of the door. The sound of horses snorting and the humid sea breeze filled the room.

"For Svadia!" 24 Swadia knights rode away in formation.

Oroya had a beautiful dream with the bear in her arms. She dreamed that her father had taken off his armor and carried her to play on the shores of Tiha, while her mother stood by with a smile and a smile as she watched the ships of milk and honey come and go on the shore, and the air was filled with sweet fragrance.

In the bump, the little girl hit her head on the hard body, and tears suddenly welled up in pain. She opened her eyes. Suddenly, I found myself in a small carriage, and my mother was dressed plainly. Hold yourself tightly in your arms.

Everywhere there was the cacophony of the wheels of the carriages, the shouting of servants and stewards, the rude shouts and elegant pleas, and the clashing of precious porcelain and metalwork that sent the chills to the teeth.

"Where are we going? Mom. The little girl struggled to poke her head out of the window, but saw the mountains full of fleeing nobles and patters, the retreating Swadian soldiers throwing their armor and weapons all over the ground, and many irascible ruffians even drew their swords and glared angrily at the huge guards of the nobles in order to gain time to cross the road. "Where's my good-looking dad?"

"Go to Parabun, your grandfather is there...... The Nord pirates called. The woman replied in a dejected manner, her young face without any blood. "Your father is a warrior of Tiha. ”

"The Nords, the beasts that always eat people in myths - don't!" the little girl was stunned for a moment, she broke free of her mother's hand, and cried to get out of the car, "Is Daddy still at home, Daddy will die, I want to go back!"

"Go back?" said the old coachman in the car, sneering, "Don't you know that the smoke over the coast of Tiha is so smoky that you can't open your eyes? Do you think this will still be the time for you to be powerful, and when the Nords come, we will all be corpses!"

However, the woman looked at him quietly, and suddenly said to the daughter in her arms, "Oroya, you have inherited the blood of the Nosamu family, will you leave here?"

"No, never! I want my father!" the little girl wept as she burst into tears, but she gritted her teeth and stared at her mother, who she thought had quietly left Tiha and her father.

"Very well, worthy of your daughter, Arredo. The woman smiled at the little girl's face, handed the old armor in her hand to the coachman, pointed to the back of the carriage, and said, "Bring the immortal red leaf coat of arms to my father in Paraven, and the goods and goods behind this carriage."

The great glory will be yours. Otherwise, all the nobles who bear witness to my walk with you today will tell my father that the hope of his most beloved daughter has been swallowed up by you. Well, the revenge of the oldest family of Parabon will follow you and your children and grandchildren closely. ”

As she spoke, she jumped into the driver's seat with her daughter in her arms, watched the driver chatter and fearfully walk to the back of the car, take away her belongings, and run away with the red leaf coat of arms in her hand.

"Go, Oraya, and return to your land where milk and honey flow. The aristocratic woman smiled faintly, recalling the heroic posture of her husband who had first seen her husband on a prancing horse and raising a gun in the Tiha Arena many years ago, and the corners of her mouth flashed with memories, "Let us be with your father." The woman in the dress suddenly raised her whip in anger, and the carriage dragged by four horses ran in the opposite direction, rushing in the direction of Tiha with shouts and exclamations.

That night, as the stars of Tiha dimmed, Urroya Nosamu rushed to the shores of Tiha in his mother's arms, with tears, fear, and longing for his father, and the waves of the northern seas were furious, and the Nord's warships were crowded with fish, and Oldman Bihoff Tez woke up in shock in the raging sea, and stumbled to the storm-stricken deck.

Five years later, in the spring.

The smell of blood on the shores of Tiha had long since dissipated, and the rolling waves lurked in the stillness of the sea, accompanied by the hissing of seagulls rushing towards Tiha again and again, and the snow-white foam of the waves smashed under the cliffs, leaving behind the shells, sand, and scattered bones of the Swadians.

Listening to the quiet sound of the tide, the middle-aged foot trader Odesken Lara lazily led his three little donkeys lazily carrying a load of goods, and walked slowly along the coastline of Tiha, walking back and forth five times around a small wooden house in the woods by the sea in the village of Kwyn, and his shadow was drawn into a ridiculous shape by the slanting sunset.

Just as he was in a state of confusion and struggle, a Nord-style bench made a loud noise and slammed down in front of him. "You bastard Jade......" he almost fell to the ground in fright, and his donkey snorted in rage, dragging him to his feet as if he were being chased by some lions. "Woo ......"

"Odesken, you're the most timid Kugit I've ever met. The sand and gritty merchant was dragged to the front of the hut, and the face of a sneering, slightly plump woman of Yade flashed from the window. "It's been five years. Ever since our Oldman Yar has been hammering a few wooden axes that break at the touch of you, you've been dragging these ugly horses around our cabin every year at this time, do you want to see Oroya, or do you want to try the old Yard Fist from the Northern Continent?"

"You stupid woman, you know I'm coming to see ......," the merchant's thin cheeks suddenly turned red, and he dodged away from the gaze of the Yade woman, looking up at the sky, and the hand that was clutching the box tightly reached straight to her, "Well, this time it's Aichemore's fine woolen scarf, which can only be worn by the ladies of Nayan." ”

The woman's heart warmed, and she looked at the embarrassed man in front of her steadily, and noticed that there was another deep arrow wound on his forehead, and suddenly she felt that the coral necklace on her chest seemed to be hot as well—a gift he had brought from the Riwacha.

"Uncle Odersken. At this time, a delicate, white young face suddenly poked out of the window, and the slightly frowning eyebrows seemed to be foggy, "Did you bring those things?"

"Ah...... Of course. "The steppe merchant hastened to the side as if he had been granted amnesty, and picked up several large and small chests on the donkey, as if the eyes of the woman of Yad were on fire, "Tulga's fine wooden practice daggers, axes, and spears—why, Oroya, are all broken last time?"

"Yes. As if unwilling to say much, the girl came out of the house, crouched down and helped the merchant sort out the practice weapons all over the ground, her back thin and pitiful. The merchant noticed that her slender fingers had thick calluses and a newly knotted scar on her right hand.

"I'll go first. Looking down to avoid the man's inquiring gaze, Oroya walked alone into the woods in the distance, holding a bundle of toy-like weapons, her figure even more thin. "The young master is still waiting for these things. ”

"I've walked a lot. I know that the quieter the sea, the more terrible power it accumulates, like the hatred of this child. When the maiden had gone far, the merchant lit a cigarette in silence, looked deep, and said, "She will not forget the night of Tiha's bloodshed—Oldman Yar has never given me such an order." (To be continued......)