Solana frowned slightly, stared at Miloka and reminded Zog without looking back: "General, the result of the contest verdict is of great significance to this battle, please ......" Zog raised his hand to stop Solana from continuing, still smirking and looking up and down at Miloka - the young officer was dressed in carved armor and a grizzly bear skin cloak, although he looked childish, his eyes were hidden with a determination that did not match his age. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Only win, not lose. Zorg said. Miloka nodded, and walked briskly to the city gate.

The armored warriors were ready to attack under the city, and when they saw that it was Miloka who was being attacked, they laughed disdainfully. "Miloca," said the warrior in a sudden and abrupt voice, "we have fought the roadblocks together in Toyaron, we have sung together by the campfire, and we have slept in the same tent. You have a few pounds and a few taels, and I know much better than Weiner. Go back and tell Zorge that the verdict is not child's play, and someone who is qualified will fight me. ”

"I'm sorry, Lord Spencer. We once had such good memories, but now we have to fight each other. But rest assured, General Zog knows very well how sacred a juvenile verdict is, and I will do my best. Miloca said as she pulled out the poisonous fire, the extraordinary weight of which he had to hold on to his fingers.

Spencer began to laugh again, but this time it was not the deliberate performance of the previous one, and the tears that were about to be squeezed out of the corners of his eyes were enough to prove that the laughter was visceral and full of bitterness. "It's a pleasant memory, but it's not good. Didn't Weiner tell you that the time you spent with your family could be described as 'good'? Oh, my esteemed big brother is gone, and there's a self-righteous silly boy swinging around with his sword. At this point, Spencer really burst into tears.

Miloca's eyes were moist, too, and Venal had indeed half-jokingly told himself about his family, as Spencer had said, when everyone else had fallen asleep the night before they arrived in the capital. On that sad night with a "cheerful" atmosphere, the young recruits and the experienced captain chatted all over the world, but the topic was always inseparable from the best time of their lives. What impressed Miloca the most was how Venal told him how he had met Amelia, a beautiful and kind blacksmith's daughter, and how much effort it took him to marry her home. Although Miloka hadn't tried the sweetness of love and couldn't understand why Venal smiled at the mention of Amelia, the warmth in Venal's eyes reminded the young man who had just left his family of the wrinkles on Say's green face, the severed horns on Bane's head, the fangs that kept Askar from shutting down, and the fish-man brothers' fist-wide eyes.

"Bell!" "Bell!" Spencer tapped twice more on the silver-plated shield carved with the black crosscoat of arms, and shouted in a stance, "silly boy, if you insist on sending you to death, I will teach you one last lesson—Zog has sent you against me, clearly trying to take advantage of our mutual acquaintance." He's betting that I can't bear to kill you. That way, if you're lucky enough to win, he'll be able to take Winterhaven without losing a single soldier. Even if you do lose, you can save your life, and he will not hesitate to attack the city. It's a pity that he miscalculated, Lao Tzu is neither Weiner nor Cole, even if you have fought side by side with me, I will never allow you to tarnish the poisonous fire and tarnish the reputation of Brother Wenal!"