There was a pungent smell of blood coming from the wide cowhide tent, mixed with the stench of decay, and even the sentinels outside the door looked bitter and retreated a few feet from the tent. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Kenny sat in a chair, drinking the wine left behind by the owner of the bloody water, and the side was tasteless.

Strange conjectures crossed his mind, and after the Dream Eye there was more vicious sorcery, and who could do that, until a familiar voice came to his ears.

"You can ask Kenny questions like that, he knows more than I do, and he's more than willing to share those experiences with others," Alan said as he walked into the tent, then stepped back with a weird twisted expression, pinching his nose and sticking his head into the tent, "Hey, what the hell are you doing in there?"

"Oh-" Sersi let out a long sigh and asked with the same movement and expression, "Kenny, I bet something must be wrong with your nose!"

Awakened by the sound and withdrawn from his thoughts, Kenny exited the tent with his glass in hand, looking at the two men standing on either side of the curtain with pained faces.

"What's wrong?" Alan asked, looking at Kenny with a solemn face, "What's going on inside?"

Kenny tilted his head to look at Allen, then sighed at Sercy. "Horned Cavalry, are there any wizards of the Dark Arts?" he asked, confused, "I mean, the kind that knows sorcery." ”

"Witchcraft?" Sersi shook his head, "I've never heard of it, I've only seen alchemists, they always like to put strange herbs in stone cauldrons and stew them, as for the witchcraft you mentioned....." Sersi narrowed his eyes, "There may not be one in the whole of Nipur, at least I haven't seen it." ”

"Oh....." Kenny replied, his face still solemn, his eyebrows almost down to his chin.

"Hey!" Alan shook his hand in front of Kenny's eyes, "Are you in witchcraft again?" or have you recently become fascinated by that ability, I think I told you that witchcraft is something you are born with and can't be learned. ”

"I know," Kenny interrupted, and then he turned to the thick pool of blood in the tent, "I suppose I'll have to tell you that it's Taylor." ”

Selsey and Alan looked in the direction of Kenny's finger, and a thick cloud of red slime had piled up in the depths of the tent, like thousands of strawberries had been mashed, and there were some solid condensations in it, which was barely acceptable if it were looked at from the shape alone.

A foul smell came, the smell was like swill mixed with rotten eggs from stinky tempeh, plus a few corpses that had been dead for a long time, which was more than ten feet away, but it still made the internal organs of the two of them turn over the river and the sea, and they were disgusted, and it was estimated that even flies would walk around.

Alan spat out all the dinner and wine, and Sersi blushed, but finally couldn't hold back.

"Damn!" Sersi gasped and cursed.

Alan wiped his mouth with the water the soldier had brought him, and he looked at Kenny in pain as he clutched his churning stomach. "Sersi is right, your nose must be completely broken, I remember you couldn't even stand the fish guts in Nipur. ”

"Really?" Kenny disagreed, then asked in his usual tone, "How's going on over there in the Stone Forest?"

Sersi reached out and patted Alan on the shoulder who was bowing his waist, "As he wished, almost all the troops were wiped out, and those who did not die were ....."

"I was also killed by the Blue Bone Man. Alan shook off the hand on his shoulder and hurriedly interrupted.

"Yes, he's right. Sersey paused and agreed.

"What about the Bluebone Terrans, have you seen Moore?" Kenny asked.

"Nope. Alan cleared his throat and straightened up, "I think it's better not to let him see us, it will save a lot of unnecessary trouble." ”

"God Namu blesses, and I hope that the aliens will recover soon. Kenny muttered to himself, not mentioning the unanswered letter.

Time came to the second half of the night, after three days of snowstorm, the night seemed exceptionally clear, and countless stars decorated the sky with jewels.

Piles of bonfires lit on the snowy field, nearly 20,000 Horn Legion in a few hours, only about 5,000 remained, these survivors were almost all soldiers of the Horn Infantry Regiment, their armor was stained with the blood of their comrades, everyone had a disappointed expression on their faces, in their hearts, their army had just suffered a blow that had never been done before, and this was precisely themselves. But no one disobeyed the orders, or they believed their commander, Sersi.

"Hey, guys, don't that look!" said Sersi as he stood up from the campfire, waved his hand, and roared under the silent night sky, "All for a better tomorrow!"

"Poof..... Puff ....."

This was exchanged for a burst of ridicule, and Alan rolled back and forth in the snow. "Plug..... Selsi," he said bitterly, trying to suppress his laughter, "is there a school in Nipur?

Allen's taunt did not exchange Selcy's anger, but it was surprisingly agreed by him, and he sat down and looked at Alan with a serious face.

"Oh my God, you've found out!" said Sersi, poking his head forward, his voice as small as a mosquito, as if he was afraid of being heard.

"My dream has always been to be a teacher! I like children because I don't have to think about those annoying intrigues when I am with them, and their eyes are not as changeable as you and me, they are just innocent. I waited until the day the war was over, and I resigned from Patton as commander of the infantry regiment, and found a school in the city to be a teacher who taught the children martial arts, of course, just to keep fit, and then, to see the children grow up, send them away, and welcome the next group of children, until I left this world. ”

The words reached the ears of Alan and Kenny, who looked at the dark-skinned, muscular bald head in front of them, and no one answered.

"I know you should laugh at me again!" Selsi smiled and touched his bare head, his eyes flashing with a hint of childlike innocence, "but this is really my wish, you haven't seen those children in the slums, they ....."

"Hey!" Alan interrupted Sersi, "this is the best wish I've ever seen, Namu God testifies.....!"

"I've seen those kids!" Kenny interrupted Allen, "not just Nippur, but Karta City..... In short, I assure you that slavery will be abolished, and that I will do my best to change the appearance of Nippur, and believe me, the blood of the stone forest will never be shed in vain, and the honor of the Namu gods and the Dalton family bear witness!"

"Of course!" Sersi raised his glass, "I believe in you, and I believe in Alan, you are different from the nobles I have seen!"

Three wine glasses clashed.

Alan picked up a half-charred piece of beef from the campfire and chewed it, the smell of fragrant meat teasing his taste buds, and suddenly, he felt as if something was missing. After a brief moment of thought, he jerked his head up at Kenny.

"Where's the golden retriever?" he asked.