"And then?" said Maurice, his voice sluggish from fatigue, "the Assyrians must have felt unwilling, so they sent at least five thousand men to camp on the shores of Lake Mochizuki to the north of the Ghost Forest. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info started with a young knight, about your age, and when I met him, the boy was stupid, claiming that he was not Assyrian, and he was going to build a permanent garrison there!, anyone knew he must have been sent by White, and he was going to set up a garrison on the outskirts of our hunting grounds!

"It must have been a bitter battle for the poor Assyrian soldiers!" said Allen, who smiled bitterly, but his heart was as sweet as honey. Back in Nippur, he and Sersi had seen the living dead firsthand, and if he remembered correctly, Kenny's guard had thirty or fifty men, and they had only four living dead men in the face of a bitter battle.

"Yes, too, that's five thousand Iron Forest Army, friend. Maurice pointed to the depression in his breastplate, "Although they didn't fight in the forest, those soldiers were also very brave. What puzzles me the most is that there are also cavalrymen with superb horsemanship in the Tielin Army, and in addition, they have even invited a group of aliens to help in the battle, damn it!"

Aliens?Alan thought. He took a sip of his wine and said nothing, then remembered White's other soul, the alien who could predict everything.

There was a little silence in the tent. "The deer men trampled nearly half of the immortals," said Morris, as he poured wine into his glass, his eyes full of disappointment, "and those guys can't speak, and they were bastard scum when they were alive, but they are also my subordinates, and they have done a lot of things with me....."

"Deermen?" it was Sersi who answered, "What deermen? Is there such a race on our continent, Sir?"

"It's called Deer People in our territory, but I don't know what you call it. Morris took another big sip of wine, and rolled his eyes upward, "It's four long hooves, but the upper body of a man, but the head has the horns of animals, the skin of those guys—"

"Prophet?" Alan burst out, involuntarily startled.

"Perhaps," said Morris, shrugging as he held his glass, "the aliens are unusually violent. Halfway through the war, they rushed out of the mountains and forests to the north, trampled my army to pieces, and sent the immortal to hell!"

Allen's face seemed to turn into a stone statue in an instant. "From the mountains and woods to the north?" he looked at Morris and thought for a moment, "Are you sure they're not from the south?" knight, tell me, is the alien in the lead a deer, with a broken horn on his head?"

"Oh, shit, you don't even know them, do you?" said Morris, leaning back in his chair, a little uncomfortable from Allen's gaze.

"Tell me, what's the name of the human knight at the head?" Alan asked, still with a tense face and a very fast voice, "Also, did you see their banners, is it the Assyrian scythe banner?"

"It's too dark, but I'm sure they're not playing the Scythe Banner. Morris frowned, and after two laps of the crimson liquid on the rim of the cup, he added, "I remember, of course they don't plant the scythe flag! White sent them to fight for territory, but the Ghost Forest was leased to us two years ago, and they had no legitimate reason to go to war, so they had to pretend that they were wandering cavalry, if that group of people was not the Iron Forest Army, it must be a mercenary army hired by White for money, the purpose is to recapture the Ghost Shadow Forest, there is no doubt about that!"

"Well, now whoever they are, Captain Morris, tell me, what does the leading knight look like?" Allen's tone was not only anxious, but also full of anger.

"I'm the same size, a little stronger than me, the armor doesn't fit well, and the beard is .....," Maurice recalled, putting down his glass, "Oh, yes! His sword is eye-catching, with a blue blade and sharpened like clay!" He pointed to a deep sword mark on the steel armor on his upper body and said, "Look, this is what he left behind, and it almost killed me!"

"Mo-" Sersi leaned forward and just spoke, but was pushed back into his chair by Allen's backhand.

"Sir Morris," said Allen's tone, which suddenly became cordial, "and what is the final result?

"The aliens won!" Morris picked up the empty cup and slammed the edge of the table angrily, "I don't know where White got his magical powers, he was able to invite aliens to help in the war, this matter must be reported to the lord immediately, we can lend a lot of money to the guy who rebelled!"

The curtain was suddenly opened. Sauron walked in with the familiar iron plate, and the breakfast was still the same: brown bread, green bean soup, and a few slices of hard cheese. "Uncle," said the young man softly as he put his breakfast on the table, "as instructed in your letter, I have 'made' some new immortals, but the number of casualties is far less than the casualties of this battle, and the Minister of Justice in charge of the matter has written to say that the law and order in the territory has been surprisingly good lately, and it is impossible to send in any new prisoners. ”

Morris nodded, picked up a piece of brown bread and threw it into the green bean soup.

Alan crossed his chin with his fingers crossed, and only his honey-colored eyes moved as he listened, and because he had not trimmed his face for a long time, the short whiskers on his cheeks enclosed an immobile face, as if he was considering some major decision.

"And," the white-robed imp sat down next to Morris's right hand as he picked up a piece of black bread and dipped it in the green bean soup, "the secretary of law's crow, and brought another letter with him. He took a bite of the bread, and with his hands free, tore open his robe with one hand, and took out a parchment letter from his pocket with the other and placed it in front of his uncle.

Morris looked down at the letter. The envelope is made of parchment, with a sunburst seal on the seal with gold lacquer, his name under the beeswax, and the word 'Qin Kai' written in the ancient Nikko language in the lower right corner. "Letter from the lord?" he looked up at his nephew, his face full of incredulity.

"yes, so I didn't dare to take it apart. Sauron replied with a slurred mouth covered in bread crumbs.

"How is that possible?" said Morris, frowning, and rubbing his hands vigorously against his brees.

"Maybe the lord remembered us?" said Sauron, swallowing the bread in his mouth, "In this hellish place where birds don't, we silently sacrifice our lives for the sun, and you're nearly forty years old, it's time to get off the border and go back to the capital for a good job!

Morris's hand pressed the letter against the table with a "bang" that interrupted Sauron's words.

"Uncle..... Uncle, what's the matter?' Sauron asked, swallowing his saliva.

"Sir Morris," Alan said, rising from the table, "I would like to lend you three fast horses, some water, and food. He turned his head to look at Sercy, then turned his gaze back, "My companion and I must go back to Assyria sooner, is that okay?"

Morris slowly leaned back in his chair and looked up at Alan. "Of course," he said with a smile, "but your destination is not Assyria, but the city of sunshine....."