Like a brilliant river of steel, silver armor and war horses, the visiting team poured into the gates of the northern city. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Kenny stood in the square in front of Fort Horn, looking at the approaching procession, the Guards stood in six columns on either side, three on each side, dressed in the new armor carefully crafted by the blacksmith, each with a Dalton wolf stripe, the cold tip of the spear piercing into the sky, clinging to their arms, and from a distance, it looked like a statue covered in steel.

The first to arrive was the team of Camille, the Lord of the Ramo Icefield, who numbered five hundred, and in addition to the icemen wrapped in fur, covered in chain mail, and shouldered with steel guns, there were also hundreds of snowwolves. The icy north wind flapped at the dozens of pure white flags held high above their heads, embroidered with the six-sided snowflake coat of arms of the ice fields.

There were quite a few familiar faces from Kenny in the team. But when they were near, Camille had dismounted, and he could not call them by name, and some of them had even accompanied him in the snowfields to hunt, camp, and drink, but he really couldn't remember them at all.

"Lord, this year has gone by so fast. Camille was still dressed in a white robe, and his short stature had not grown at all, and he looked exactly the same as he had been seventeen years ago. But the snow seemed to be unusually cold, so cold that his cheeks were frozen red, like the red sun at the setting of the mountains in summer.

Kenny hugged his soldier tightly. However, when he looked up, he saw the man who was coming out of the queue, accompanied by two bearskin cloaked guards, looked like a stranger to Kenny..... It wasn't until the other man turned over and dismounted, let out the familiar cry of Hong Zhong, and then took Camille's arm and hugged him, almost breaking the bones all over his body, that he recognized who this person was. "Oh, damn it, what good things are you eating on the snowfield, how did you eat like this?!" he quipped, looking at his old friend.

Lawrence held his hand tightly and didn't let go as he spoke. "I can't see any food stars except fish or meat, old man!" his cheeks also froze into two flushes. "You really haven't changed at all, you came to the ice field last year, I happened to go further north to explore the mountains, and I didn't know until I came back that you came, again, again....."

"Six years ago, when Horn was ten years old, I took him on a hunting trip to the Ice Fields. Kenny laughed aloud as he looked up and down carefully, "It seems that I'm not the only one who doesn't have the same memory as I used to be, not even you." ”

"yes, we're all old. Lawrence shrugged and laughed.

Kenny smiled at his old friend, a phrase that seemed to take him back to the Holy War. Eighteen years ago, when they fought side by side for the First Continent, the Duke of the Wasteland was a sturdy man with a well-groomed face and clear eyes, which made a young girl dream of a young man. He was six feet six inches tall, like a towering tower, standing out from the crowd. When he wears battle armor and a giant helmet, he becomes a veritable giant. His strength is no less than that of a giant, and he is accustomed to a sharp, silver-sharp spear that can be broken by a flitter, which is a relic of his father. When the Holy War was in an unprecedented obstacle and everyone was blocked in the rock-solid city of Black, he led the soldiers of the Wasteland to tear a rift in the south in just two days, resulting in the victory of the Holy War, and Bill William once said at the celebration banquet: Lawrence was the last and most important straw that crushed the dark dynasty of Marshall.

But now the man in front of Kenny has made his waist as amazing as his height, but fortunately, he seems to be emulating himself back then, with a thick black beard like wire, which is used to cover his fat double chin, but there is nothing to cover his protruding lower abdomen and sunken dark circles.

Just as surprised as Kenny is Mike. "Man, you must have learned the Dark Arts in the Icefield, or married a woman who knows the Dark Arts, otherwise how could you be so fat!" he smiled and hugged Lawrence, who was covered in fat.

At this time, the others dismounted, the grooms in the castle came to take care of the horses, the animal trainers had already prepared the wolves' shelters, and the icemen who traveled with them were led by the ministers to the largest restaurant in Hornburg, which was enough to accommodate three thousand people at the same time, and was also known as the largest restaurant in the Sumerian continent. At first, when building the dining room, Kenny envisioned the day when he would feast on the lords and envoys of the entire continent of Sumer, as well as the retinue they had brought with them.

Driven by fate, he will eventually march south.

"Lord, this is ..... Horn?" After the guards and retinue had left, Camille asked the chestnut-haired boy, who was half a head taller than herself.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Lord Camille. Without waiting for his father's introduction, Horn preemptively responded, "It's been a year since I said goodbye last time, and I still can't forget your amazing bird language skills, if I have the chance, I really want to learn a few words from you." ”

"Yes, yes, definitely!" Camille smiled as he stretched his hand out of his wide white robe, trying to pat the boy on the shoulder, but in the end he could only reach his arm.

"Looks like you're doing well!" Aiden stepped forward and patted his brother on the shoulder.

"Brother!" Camille exclaimed with a smile.

"Alright, guys, I'll talk about the old things later. Kenny looked at the other approaching team. The flags, rusted with their sickle coats of arms, fluttered in the howling of the north wind. "Mike, take them to rest, Aiden with him. ”

As soon as the official meeting ceremony ended, another team was ushered in. Mira Kelline, from Assyria, rode on a tall horse as white as snow, wearing a sickle crown on her head, her white hair like silver threads dancing in the wind, her white cloak with a rolling velvet edge, and her eyes as blue as the deep sea were as cold as ever.....

..... But when she meets Kenny, the iceberg melts in her eyes.

"Long time no see. Kenny laughs.

Mira is also smiling, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes record the years that have passed. "Long time no see. She said softly, then turned to the woman standing next to Kenny, "Long time no see, Nina, you're still so young. ”

"We're all old. Nina smiled and said, "Look, you and my son are so old." ”

"Hello Queen!" Horn said hello, then turned behind Mira, "Hey, Sonny, I knew you were coming!"

Sonny Kelline, a teenager who inherited his mother's silver hair and father's honey-eyed eyes, looked at Horn with a smile. "I didn't want to see you again, the last time you lied to me that honey was made from bee dung, and it hurt me ......"

"Hahaha....." Horn chuckled.

"Horn, don't be rude!" Nina called sternly.

"Yes, Mother. Horn turned his head to apologize, then whispered in Sonny's ear, "Sula will come with his brother, and in the evening his father will feast on the envoys and lords in the dining room, so we can have a good drink....."

Sonny nodded slightly, then stepped forward and looked up at Kenny. "Hello..... Your Lordship. ”

Kenny didn't speak, but hugged the boy tightly.