Grand Duke of Kislev, Guardian of the North......

On the day of leaving the city, tens of thousands of people poured into the streets to bid farewell to Rhodes, not triumphant, but the scale was better than triumphant. Pavel duly made Rhodes the Grand Duke, preserving his image and prestige among the people. However, it has long been clear who is the guardian of the kingdom in the hearts of the people.

At the same time, there were also the northern soldiers who performed well in the Battle of Kislev, from lords to knights, to the most ordinary soldiers, Pavel rewarded them one by one, which can be regarded as a respect for the warriors.

"Behold, he is the overcomer, like the conqueror, victorious. But what did he conquer? Did he conquer Kislev?"

On the balcony of the mansion next to the Tsar's Boulevard, the nobles whispered. Dynasties change so quickly, this time last year, it was still the world of Caterina, the Ice Queen, but now, it has changed a lot. The people who followed the queen and held important positions in the kingdom are now gone. The Bandagh Palace is still there, but the faces inside are all brand new. The great Chosen of the Three Gods, Rod Lawn, came and went like a conqueror. It seems that as long as there is a place for him, there will be cheers and followers.

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The long Tsar's Avenue runs north and south of Kislev, splitting the city in two like a sharp knife, with the Bandagar Palace in the center. Both sides of the wide Tsar's Avenue were crowded with onlookers at the moment, and there was a lot of noise. And Rhodes remembered the great battle that had taken place here two months earlier. It was a battle between the living and the dead, and countless undead gathered on this avenue, roaring and pounced on the exhausted Northern Alliance. The soldiers are struggling, resisting. The roar of artillery resounded through the sky, and the splatters of flesh flew two or three stories high...... No battle has ever been as frantic and bloody as that day.

Thinking about it, Rod's face suddenly turned dark. Because, in the future, there will be a more brutal and bloody war waiting for you, waiting for everyone.

"Rod!"

From the fork in the road came a troop of cavalry. It was Vladimir and his son Boris.

The old general was dressed in silver-white armor and a red cloak, and he was radiant in the sun. It is unimaginable that two months ago, father and son were still in the dungeon without seeing the light of day, covered in dirt.

"Vladimir, old friend. ”

Rod stopped the horse and looked at the father and son who had come to see them off.

"Great heroes come and go quickly. You should stay in the capital for a while. ”

Vladimir said.

"The North needs me even more. Erengrad needs me more. I'm there more than I am here. Kislev has a king, and you have you. ”

Rhodes had something to say, and Vladimir apparently heard it. He was a little melancholy, a little melancholy. Vladimir knew what kind of man he was as a king, and Pavel did not possess the qualities and abilities of a king. But, as Rhodes said, if there is a group of people who are fully assisted, it is not impossible to maintain Kislev. But, Rhodes, do you really think so? Vladimir couldn't help but ask himself. The answer may only be known to Rod himself.

"The next time we meet again, I don't know when it will be. ”

Vladimir returned with a smile.

"We'll meet. ”

Rod said with a smile.

"Lord White Bear, can I go north with you? I heard that the Great Wall is being rebuilt in the north, and I want to go and see it. ”

Boris Boka, the son of Vladimir, suddenly interjected. But was soon interrupted by his father—

"Nonsense. Your duty is to guard the capital, not to travel as you please. ”

"Father...... This is not a trip, the North is the most dangerous place in the whole of Kislev, it is the front line against Chaos and all kinds of strange beasts, and only those who have fought in the North can truly be called Kislev warriors. I think I'm going to have to ...... one day sooner or later."

Boris said confidently. ushered in his father's harshest reprimand-

"It's not where you should go, the city, the Tsar, and the Queen, is what you should protect. The northern realm is guarded by warriors from the north, and there are places of trial!"

Vladimir reprimanded harshly.

"My old friend, it may not be a good thing to let him go to the north, Boris still needs to be experienced. If you don't feel at ease, I can take him personally. Of course, this is provided that you agree. ”

Rod said with a smile.

"Thank you for your kindness, however, I decided to keep Boris with me anyway. He still needs to learn, and he can't go to the North until he has enough accumulation. ”

Vladimir replied politely. Seeing this, Rhodes said no more. Instead, young Boris stood aside, his gaze turning from anticipation to loss. He also dreams of one day climbing the Troll Snow Mountain, dreaming of one day seeing mammoth war elephants and frost dragons...... And these wishes seem impossible to achieve anytime soon.

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Bandaga Palace, the room of Tsar Pavel.

The rain slid down the stone wall from the roof of the palace, and Rhodes, Lord of the White Bear and son of the gods, was gone. The city of Kislev and the royal palace have returned to their former coldness and silence. Pavel lay exhausted and drowsy on the bed, and Dennis came over and gently pressed his husband on the shoulder.

"Your father is gone, and the city seems to have suddenly fallen silent. ”

With his eyes closed, Pavel sighed meaningfully. He had already seen the shadow of his former mother Caterina in Rod, as if he had been pressed under someone's feet again, becoming a shadow-like existence. It's just that Rhodes and Caterina are different after all, Pavel doubted his father-in-law again and again, and denied himself again and again, if it weren't for Rhodes, he wouldn't be where he is today. When he looked at Dennis, he was even more annoyed by his little belly. And now, he said again, but the speaker had no intention of it, and the listener listened to it again......

"Winter is coming, it's normal to be quiet, and when it's over, it's natural to be busy again. My father left the city, but he assured me that when he arrived at Erengrad, he would do his best to ensure that the city of Kislev was supplied with supplies and food to ensure that we survived the winter. ”

Dennis said softly. Pavel couldn't help but hold the slender hand of the goddess, for whom Dennis was the goddess......

"I'm so lucky to have you, and your father, who is not like those filthy aristocrats, and those wasted courtiers who dare not tell the truth. In this position, I feel that all I see every day are hypocritical faces. ”

Pavel complained. It was a real complaint, and Dennis could hear it and feel it. After knowing Pavel for so many years, she has long known the man's temper and character.

"You are the king, and the king is ......"

She said.

"By the way, you have rewarded the soldiers and generals of the North for their contributions to the war, but, if I am not mistaken, there are some people who you seem to have forgotten to give rewards. ”

Dennis walked up to Pavel, crouched down, and asked with a smile.

"Who else? Vladimir and his son, the Snow Eagle veterans, the knights who followed me, the army of the North...... I really can't think of anyone else who missed it? Don't tell me it's the Knights of the Black Rose, those Imperial Yankees don't belong in Kislev, and I hate them too, and I don't know what the reason they helped Rhodes is, I don't believe it's just to rebuild Moorishism in Kislev. ”

"Certainly not the Knights of the Black Rose, they belong to the Empire, not to Kislev. The most we can do is to give gifts to show our appreciation, and it's certainly not up to you to do the rewards. ”

"And who else?"

"The dwarves from the north. Dennis reminded, "They have sacrificed so much for this war." This war was originally none of their business. However, they came anyway. If the North fought for survival and overthrew the Blood Queen, then the dwarves fought even more selflessly. Shouldn't we reward them for that? ”

Dennis stood up and squinted at her husband.

It dawned on Pavel that he had indeed missed these people—these dwarves.

"Oh, don't you say I did. ”

Pavel exclaimed, and then fell into deep thought—

"But the treasury is tight, and after rewarding the soldiers of the Northern Army and my knights, they can no longer afford to give more. Maybe next year things will be better...... I don't know, in short, Caterina has emptied the treasury for the sake of the war......"

"I think you can follow the example of Blackhammer. ”

Dennis said, walking over to the wine cabinet, taking out a bottle of wine and filling two glasses.

"Dwarves value honor and like to be touted, and although realistic, they are not as realistic as humans...... If the funds are not enough, they can build a monument or something, and then a special area can be set aside in the city of Kislev for the dwarves to live and use. Named after the war heroes of the dwarves. In this way, the dwarves' hearts of glory can be greatly satisfied. Each dwarf can boast of being one of the liberators of Kislev. Just let them brag and drink in the tavern, at least cheaper than real money. ”

Dennis said, handing the glass to Pavel. The king nodded in satisfaction, and although Pavel wanted to come up with some ideas of his own, his mind always seemed to be a beat slower. He smiled and continued to listen to Dennis.