The train slowly stopped in Ortlenburg, from here to Tiebi Pass is only half a day's way, if the weather is good and there is no wind, snow, rain and fog and other weather, standing on the tower of the city lord's mansion is enough to see the walls of Tiebi Pass.

The platform of the train was built in the new town of Ortlenburg, and it crosses the center of the new town and leads straight to the Iron Wall Pass. The moment Wren stepped out of the train, the whole of Ortrenburg resounded like a god's roar!

Rennes!

The people of Ortlenburg have feelings for Wren that may not have been felt by those who emigrated after Wren's departure.

It used to be a barren place, the streets were full of garbage, sewage flowed, and people did not even have any moderation in their urine and urine, as long as they could avoid people's sight, it must be full of traces of excretion...... , as well as corpses.

This is the capital of chaos, the city of sin, and the nobles appointed as the lord of Ortrenburg are equivalent to exile, or even death! Before Rennes, several city lords have been killed for various reasons, and the empire does not pursue it as if nothing happened, and the local people will naturally not ask for their own hardships to do those unpopular things, this place is like a desperate situation full of despair!

The rich get richer and the poor get poorer, as many as dozens of large and small forces have carved up this small city, and everywhere is full of chaos and evil, as well as betrayal, **, exploitation, and killing!

Capable people have either become exploiters, oppressed, and humiliated others, or they have left here, and this place seems to have been forgotten by the entire empire.

There is no future.

There is no hope.

Until Wren arrives!

He brought what people desired, he brought order, he brought the future, he brought hope, he brought everything that all people dreamed of in their dreams!

This is the city of miracles, and it's the city of Rennes!

Amid the cheers and cheers of the people, Wren returned to the center of Ortrenburg, the monument to the heroes of the garden street stood as high as ever, reaching into the sky, as if it wanted to pierce a hole in the sky! The wreaths under the monument and the clean street surface are visited every day to touch the heroes who fought unyieldingly for the future of the city and gave everything they had.

Every name is a story.

When they were alive, they may have been ordinary like most people, but their death has sublimated their lives!

They are heroes, heroes of all Ortlenburgers, no one can deny it!

If there is, then he will become the enemy of all the Ortrenburgers, and will be hunted down by everyone, no matter where he hides, until death!

Caressing the monument, Wren stood under the monument, he sighed faintly, turned around, the wind ruffled his hair, his eyes were like torches, and the fire in his eyes seemed to ignite the whole world.

"I'm back!", he said so calmly, as if the hibernating city instantly rejoiced, people clenched their fists and raised their arms and shouted Wren's name, and those who were old were so excited that they almost couldn't stand still, but they still shouted Wren's name in a hoarse voice eroded by the years.

The mood was fanatical, and it infected Rennes, as well as those who had never been to Ortlenburg to see such a scene.

Wren pursed his lips, "I'm back!", he raised his hand and pressed down, those who chanted Wren's name instantly closed their mouths, and looked at Wren without even blinking, Wren took a deep breath, straightened his chest, and took two steps forward, with a haughty and proud look on his face, he looked at the dense Ortlenburg people, and nodded vigorously, "Yes, I'm back!"

"Someone will ask why I came back!", he suddenly raised his arm and pointed in the direction of the Iron Wall Pass, and shouted loudly, "because those bastards who are not even human are attacking the Iron Wall Pass that has guarded us for seventy years, because those bastards want to see the swords and guns of our Ortrenburgers, because I have brought war, destruction, but also glory!"

"There is nothing more tragic than dying, and there is nothing more glorious than being able to die!"

"Seventy years ago, this was just a barren grassland, and in order to resist the invasion of the empire by the mongrels of Byron in the midst of our civil strife, we built this city of miracles here under the leadership of Emperor Orlando V, and also built the Iron Wall of the Guardian of We. Our fate, in fact, has been predestined from that moment on. ”

"We're going to protect our families, and for that we're going to protect our city, and we're going to protect this grassland, and we're going to protect the Iron Wall. ”

"Before I came back, I was asked if I could hold the city, if I could hold the Iron Wall. "Aha, this is the funniest joke I've ever heard, she actually asked us Ortrenburgers, who even regard death as glory, can we do such a simple little thing, is this laughing at me, mocking the entire Ortrenburgers?"

"Tell me, my people, do you agree with her?"

All of a sudden, people roared and shouted no, all of them were in the collective mood and about to lose themselves, their eyes widened, their temples were one by one, the green tendons on their heads writhed, they pulled the tendons on their necks, and they roared loudly, no!

As soon as Wren raised his hand, the roar like thunder from the sky instantly converged, and the entire Ortlenburg could not hear a single murmur, "You may ask, why don't I cut off this person's head on the spot, it's not that I don't do it, but I can't do it, because she is the female emperor of the Orlando Empire, and she is our imperial majesty." At the same time, I felt humiliation like never before, a deep humiliation, and she was questioning the spirit of Ortlenburg that would never give in!

"So, I'm back. I have brought glory to you, and destruction to those dog mongrels!"

"Not only do we have to fight off the ambitions of the mongrels, but we also have to break through the Weimar corridor and fight the Byron Empire!

"If one day, I die in that savage world, please don't mourn for me, and don't shed tears for me. I am glorious, I firmly believe in this, and there is nothing more worthy of my pride than dying in a foreign land! My name will be engraved on this monument, in the hearts of each and every one of you, in this history that shines like light on the world!"

"This is my pride as an Ortlenburg native, and it is also my pride!"

Wren laughed, clenched his fists tightly, and used all his strength, as if he was about to shatter the sky, raised his arms high, and punched the sky!

"My people, what are you waiting for?"

"Kill those bitch dog mongrels that you have!"

The roar instantly resounded throughout the province of Bell, and even Jobert, who was enjoying the service of the women in the city of Millin, stood up in disbelief and looked in the direction of Ortlenburg. The wind, which seemed to bring something wonderful, made him shudder, and in fear, in trembling, it also brought him a trace of inexplicable impulse and excitement.

The whole of Ortrenburg began to rapidly transform from a city into a fortress of war, just as it had been hoped when it was founded. A large number of activity facilities were removed, and the wide streets were filled with horses running like the wind, shining armor and swords and sickles with glittering handles, stacked on the carriages, and quickly pulled out of the city. All the ballistas on the walls were pulled down, and even the only Burst Flame Base was torn down.

In the face of Byron's most elite army of giants, Ortronburg does not need any defense, because they will eventually defeat the army of giants and fight to the Byronic Empire. If not, with or without these things, the final result will be the same.

The young lads are ready to fill out their information at the registration office in the center of the city, and after filling in the information, they will become glorious soldiers and rush to the Iron Wall Pass with Wren. The old people took out their treasured armor or spears from under the bed, carefully wiped them and smeared them with protective oil, and passed them on to their children and grandchildren.

There are no immortals in war, but there are many kinds of death.

Some people die of old age and illness on the bed, some people may fall on the road because of some accidents, and of course there are many natural deaths.

But these deaths have nothing to do with honor, nothing to do with glory!

For the warriors, for the people of Ortrenburg, who were unyielding and yearning for victory, these dishonorable deaths were shameful.

They are willing to die on the battlefield, and then engrave their names on the monument, their spirits, their souls, will ignore the erosion and tempering of the long river, and will forever remain in this world and in people's hearts.

One day, a woman with a child will stand under the monument and point to their names and say, "Look, this is your ancestor, he is a hero, and it is because of his sacrifice that we live in peace and tranquility today!"

Faith, like a fierce flame, burns wantonly in everyone's heart!

War!

There has never been a word so heavy but extremely powerful at this time.

There has never been a word that makes the people of Ortlenburg so eager!

War!

Hit the Byron Empire!

Let those dog mongrels raised by bitches also taste the taste of bloodshed!