Nina didn't like the forest. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Born in the Angolan grasslands, she grew up in the vast expanse of meadows with blue skies overhead, where the forests were nothing more than a few nanmu trees or sparse aspen groves, with no bright and sunny gardens, no tall and terrifying mahogany trees, and no birds singing in their nests. Angola has only endless grasslands, eagles hovering the sky, vultures flying low, and horses galloping through the wilderness.

She yearns for it.

The people of Beicheng love a different atmosphere. It's a dark and pristine place, with a dimly lit castle standing majestically on its own, with 10,000-year-old trees lining the perimeter, reeking of dampness and decay. There is almost no meadow, only bushes and unknown wildflowers, and the woods are made up of ancient pines covered with grey and green pine needles, strong oaks, and iron trees with ancient mountain forests. Here, thick black trunks hugging each other, twisted branches weaving a dense towering tree top, and deformed knotted roots wrestling with each other underground, this is a place of deep silence and suffocating shadows.

She asked him more than once: Why did Hornburg be built here, and named after our son, and wouldn't it be better by Lake Mochizuki?

She knew he loved the forest. Whenever the sun disappeared over the city walls, she could always find her husband here, and occasionally see her son, where the father and son often practiced their swords, or meditated by the pool in the garden, and then little Linde, who had suddenly become a master of swordsmanship, would always stand in front of his meditating son with his eyes closed, and whisper in his mouth: Stand like a loose, move like a tiger, and be fierce like a wolf.....

As she expected, he was sitting quietly on a mossy rock. The black steel sword lay on his lap, and he was washing the blade of the sword with the water of the pool as black as eternal night. The humus accumulated over thousands of years covered the land thickly, sucking away the sound of her footsteps, but he could always spot her ten paces away. She guessed it was the unique Angora aroma on her body. "Kenny. She called softly.

He had already looked up at her. "Nina," his tone was solemn and distant, like their current relationship, like an ice barrier that has not melted for a thousand years, a crack in the earth that has not rained for a long time, close at hand, yet so far away. "Did you see Horn?"

He would always ask this first. "It's time to get into trouble somewhere in the city, the sun hasn't set yet. She spread her cloak on the woodland, and then sat down by the pool, her back against the cold marble pillars. "Cersi and Mike are gone?"

He picked up the water and sprinkled it on the sword, nodding his head.

"How are you talking?" she asked him, "have you decided?"

Kenny frowned, "This plan has been decided since the defeat of Karta eighteen years ago. Nina, we can't stay here forever, Karta is our home, Angola is our home. ”

"yes. Nina agreed, but every time she talked about it, it always made her shudder. I shuddered for eighteen years of waiting, I shuddered for the blood that flowed eighteen years ago, and I shuddered at my husband's ambition. He wanted to provoke all of Sumer to help him accomplish his plan, but who else could really help him but Camille's stupid boy? If the southern expedition failed, could he still return to the northern city, and let her say a few words to him every day after sunset, even if it was an innocuous greeting, would it become a luxury on that day?

"There's no doubt that the whole North City wants to go home. Kenny said, holding a piece of greased leather in his hand, and as he spoke, he gently brushed the blade of his sword, the metal grinding into a dull sheen. "As the Lord of the North, I have to take them back, even if life is comfortable here, but the fallen leaves will eventually return to their roots, Mike and Lawrence think the same way, Camille too, his brother Aiden too, all the people of the North City think so. ”

"I know. Nina replied as she watched him try his sword. She could see the lines in the depths of Ugang, a mysterious imprint. Nina has no affection for swords, because the appearance of this thing has created wars, derived bloodshed for no reason, and nourished humanity's greed for power, but she cannot deny that the black steel sword does have its own unique beauty. The husband once said that this sword was a hundred years old, it was originally a giant axe, from the continent under their feet today, it was the trophy of the ancestors of the Dalton family, and then brought back to the first continent to make it into two swords, and the other was in the hands of Alan Dalton, but the whereabouts of that guy have long been unknown, and there has been no news for seventeen years.

"The lords and envoys of the other territories will visit the North City the day after tomorrow," Kenny said with a calm face, "I don't know how many of them will really help us, if we and the ice fields alone, I am afraid it will be difficult to retake the First Continent." He sighed, "None of the scouts we sent to Karta have returned, so I don't know what happened there." ”

"Could those people have defected?" she asked.

"How come, the chosen ones are all veterans of the Coalition Army for twenty years, if even they defect, then this battle will not have to be fought. Kenny raised his ebony steel sword and looked down at the cold blade in his hand. "I really hope that those people will bring us some useful news, even a little bit, but now we know nothing about the situation in the south, and if we rashly lead our army south, I am afraid that we will suffer heavy losses. Eighteen years, Nina, we only have this one chance. ”

"That rumor," Nina shuddered at the thought of ......

Kenny sensed the fear on her face. "Don't be afraid, that's just a rumor after all. ”

"No wind, no waves, Kenny. She turned her head and looked at the dense woods, staring, listening, contemplating deep thoughts. "If the rumors are true," she said after a while, she looked back at her husband, who was almost unconfused, "will you still go?"

"Yes. A smile of regret tugged at the corner of his lips as he returned the black steel sword to its scabbard and looked at her. "Whatever is there, I will return with the Alliance, even if Karta is scorched and the palace is gone. What's more, we've been preparing for seventeen years, seventeen years! Nina, how can this be a rumor?"

They looked at each other, and she could clearly see how hard he had been hit. As she expected, seventeen years of hatred did not alleviate her husband's seed of revenge buried deep in his heart, and for the honor-advocating and old-fashioned Dalton heir, the shame of defeating Karta was a pain that he could not quench for the rest of his life, and the remorse and torture that penetrated deep into his heart were like fertile soil and dazzling eyes, which made that seed take root and grow into a towering tree that covered everything. Now, nothing can change his determination to march south.

She suddenly took her husband's hand. "Promise me one thing, Kenny. The husband nodded. "Please let Horn stay and help you take charge of the overall situation, North City needs him, and he needs experience. ”

He opted for a gentle smile. "I'm sorry, I've given Selcy the position of Acting City Lord, Horn will be on his way south with the army, and the men of Dalton must not escape the war. He noticed a change in his wife's face. "But I promise you that I will protect him, and if the war becomes unpredictable, I will send him back at once. ”