"Your Excellency. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info "Weiner, who was strolling through the upper city, was stopped by the guards who were hurrying in. "I was about to report to you in the council chamber that an Imperial soldier calling himself Miloka was waiting to meet you outside the city gates, and you said that anyone who wanted to find Frey should report it to you first. ”

"Miloka alone?"

"There are also two sword wielders. ”

Hearing the two sword-wielders, Weiner's face immediately sank, he who had followed Cleon to serve the empire was well aware of the sword-wielding's ability, and he knew even more that the sword-wielding was dispatched to indicate that the situation was already quite serious, and the Imperial military headquarters was likely to send a large army group, and if it could not be resolved peacefully - according to the positions of the two sides, this matter obviously could not be resolved peacefully - a real vicious war was inevitable. "Don't bother Lavalen, I'll take care of this matter. Venal said solemnly, and immediately requisitioned the guards' horses and galloped towards the gates of the lower city.

The gate of the Ice Castle can be regarded as one of the most magnificent cultural landscapes in the pan-continent, and two huge dragon rocks twenty yards square and nearly five yards thick form the main body of the city gate driven by six winches. The door is delicately carved with the portraits of the original lord of Ice's Breath and his wife, and their expressions are lifelike. As the two gates closed slowly, the wind, snow, cold, and all living things were kept out, and only a faint connection to the city was established through a semi-open corridor above the gates for archers' defenses. The winding mountain road outside the city effectively prevented heavy siege equipment from reaching the city gates, even if there were lighter siege crossbows that could barely cross the Longyan Bridge, and the Longyan City Gate, which was so hard that it could only be carved and polished with magic, was not afraid of it.

Venal braved the gale, stepped into the corridor above the city gate, and looked down through the battlements, and vaguely saw three men standing on horseback in the blizzard.

"Miloca! Frey has been cremated! Go back, Ice's Castle is no longer part of the Empire!" Venal shouted as hard as he could to get his voice through the snow.

The older sword-wielder took a few steps forward and replied in a loud voice: "Listen, madman, Ice's Castle and the entire Snow Realm are the inalienable territory of the Empire! The Empire will not tolerate your aggression! Open the gates now, and I will ask Emperor Reas the Great to open up to you after the battle, or be prepared to face the wrath of the God of Light!"

"Go to hell, old god!" Venal shouted angrily, "The Empire has long since ceased to be surnamed Reas!**** O'Brien is snickering and watching you deceive yourself! ”

"Courage is commendable. The sword-bearer turned his horse's head and was about to leave, but Miloka hesitated not to follow.

"Lord Venal!" Miloca summoned up her courage to call out to the city gate, "I know you're not a bad guy, you've been fighting bandits and bandits when we rushed to the imperial capital together, and you've kindly taught me a lot about how you let us survive in the Battle of Winterhaven, and didn't kill anyone." Why are you on the side of the aggressor now?"

"That's enough, Miloca, Winterhaven just hurt my foot, get out! Leave your sword and armor behind, and hide in a small village where no one knows you to start a new life. You won't have such good luck meeting me again!" Venal roared hoarsely and turned to leave the corridor, and Miloka turned desperately to follow the sword-wielding in the way they had come, fading into the snowstorm.