The village in front of you may not be the city of Karta or the frozen tundra, but the thatched roofs represent warmth and protection, and maybe there is something to eat. www.biquge.info Of course, the prerequisite for all this is that the scout wolves sent by Camille did not sweep the chicken coop.

But then Kenny thought of the village he had traveled to. According to the old map provided by Eugene, it was called Maqiao Village, but in Kenny's eyes, it was not a village: dozens of single houses made of stone and unpainted mortar had collapsed, surrounded by an empty chicken coop and a well. The roof was covered with turf, and the windows were covered with tattered coarse wool, and a few tall and misshapen birches, branches that had not yet sprouted, and pale trunks.

He sent someone to search every room so that nothing was missed. However, he had not expected to find out that Maqiao Village was the fourth settlement they had encountered in their westward expedition into the territory of your, and the situation was almost the same in each place, and the inhabitants had already quietly left with their meagre belongings and livestock. And the villages showed no signs of being attacked, just ..... simply "Empty?" Kenny sat in the saddle and looked at the poor little village uneasily.

"Something bad must have happened here that we couldn't have imagined, my lord. One of the soldiers who came back to report said, "Well, don't blame me, to tell you the truth, this is not as good as our Karta, and even if Bill William wins, those who stay may be able to save a small life, but this is the ..... It's really miserable. ”

"Lord," Camille continued, "doesn't it say on the map that there is the largest acorn orchard in all of Sumer, and the most famous charcoal-grilled yak meat in your?" he pointed to the ruined village, "and this is the place where the acorns are returned?"

"You mean that?" the other soldier turned and pointed not far away. As far as the eye can see, there is a desolate wilderness lined with neat rows of black-scorched wood, seemingly caused by a spring thunderstorm.....

Kenny sat in the saddle and watched for a long time, hoping to see something: a herd of villagers making food, a herd of lambs waiting to be fed, a herd of barking dogs, even the border guards of your, and in short, not even a living rat in the four villages before them.

From here, he could see the huge lake in the northwest, only half a minute's journey from the village and town, and a flock of wild ducks cruising on the lake, which was a peaceful scene. His breakfast consisted of acorn batter and half a bowl of gnocchi, and a bunch of blackberries Camille had found, if there were anyone in that town.....

"Lord," the little imp head jumped off the wolf's back and looked up at Kenny in the saddle, "the wolf who came back told me that the village is not big, but fortunately there are people in it, but ....." he turned his head to look at the village behind him, "There are troops stationed in it, and there are not many of them. ”

Kenny frowned, "How many are there?"

"Less than three hundred," Camille touched Xun Li's pure white mane, "but those people are well-equipped and have strict military discipline, so they shouldn't be rangers, or maybe your's border garrison." ”

"It's okay, we're not here to fight, and if we can meet Lord your through them, we can just talk to him about Linde. Kenny said as he sat in the saddle. He only brought a thousand soldiers with him on this trip, so naturally he didn't come to conquer the city, but in addition to Nina and Linde, he wanted to ask Lord your if he had allied with Bill William. He still remembered the fiery weapon in his mouth that easily pierced the armor of the Iron Man Legion in the battle of Robin City, when Mike was defeated and retreated to the Chinese army.

The horn sounded, and the team moved again.

The closer he gets to the village, the more Kenny feels that something is wrong. The village was small as Camille had claimed, but there were at least a hundred houses, but apart from a few smoke-wispping chimneys, the whole village was so quiet that not even a horse could be seen. The army in the mouth of the little ghost, could it be that they had discovered the scout wolf and retreated in advance?

By the time the team arrived, the long shadow of the setting sun had gradually disappeared, and the fireflies had come out. Beyond the fence, dirt roads, huts, pigsties, rooftops, vegetable gardens, and grass, there is hardly half a figure as far as the eye can see. "Camille?" Kenny called softly.

"Our goal is a bit big, my lord. ”

Kenny turned his head past Camille's back on the white wolf and saw hundreds of torches leaping around in the darkness. The narrow road squeezed the Western Expeditionary Army into a long winding dragon, and the strange cavalry was like a sharp sword, cutting them mercilessly from seven inches.

"Excuse me, is it the border guards of your?" Kenny soothed the shallows of the lake in the distance, and while calming the neighing horses under his crotch, Kenny looked up to the cavalry in the firelight, "I am Kenny Dalton, Lord of Nippur, from the eastern border of Assyria, and I will never lead an army into your unless I have an urgent need to see your lord." Please come out and talk, I don't want this village to become a battlefield!"

"Dalton?Kenny?" Under the flickering firelight, a man drenched in bright red and riding a black stallion approached the crowd. Kenny found him dressed in a black cashmere shirt, brown breeches that didn't fit his legs, and a pair of worn bearskin boots underneath, except for the sword hanging from his belt, which at first glance made it difficult to tell that he was the leader of the army, let alone associate him with a knight.

"Looking for our lord?" the man asked as he approached.

"Yes. Kenny looked at him. A hairy boy of no more than twenty years old, with hair as red as flames and a bloodstained face, as if he had just experienced a great battle. He pondered whether to tell the truth, but he couldn't tell whether the group of people in front of him was the border garrison of your. "Are you?" he added.

"Why did you step into your with the army?" the young man skipped over the topic.

"As I said, I need to see your lord urgently," Kenny's face tipped into displeasure, as did his tone, "Are you your?" He glanced at the cavalry behind the young man, "Two hundred." Friend, you know exactly what I'm talking about. ”

"Didn't Castlevania just suffer a coup d'état?, are you the new lord?" the young man snorted coldly, and looked at Kenny at the same time, "Since the situation in Nipur has just stabilized, why do you want to lead your army to the west? Could it be that the scandal of our yours has spread throughout Sumer, and anyone wants to tear us apart?"

"I didn't understand, friend. Kenny frowned, the tone of the man in front of him uncomfortable.

"Didn't you understand?" the young man shrugged, "Okay. Truth be told, I'm Lord your, Kane Irene. ”