When Soyth Bright saw the Southern Frontier from afar, the first wisps of smoke from the city were drifting eastward like a veil with a gentle trade wind. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAt that time, the sun had just crossed the relatively new walls of the Southern Boundary Fortress. The sun shone through Soyth's bare skin outside his armor, and he couldn't help but think of the glorious light of the High Priest when he bestowed on him.

In the last decade or so, the temple has expanded its "territory" at an incredible rate. To the north and east, ・・・・・・ small chapels of the priests spread to the edge of ice and fire in the far north, and even to the shores of the East China Sea.

Soon, the Holy Radiance will shine on the entire land of dust and mustard!" he thought.

At this moment, the white steed under his crotch snorted and drew his attention back. At this moment's time, a group of five people had already reached the shadow of the city wall.

This is the first time they have been to this city that is in the midst of a story.

Ten years ago, on the borders of the Forest of the Holy Spirit and the Beast Plain, which should now be called the Heaven-Sent Land, three great cities miraculously erected. Since the signing of the first peace pact ever made between man and beast, many have questioned the binding force of a few thin pieces of paper, even though they are dust notes that ordinary people may not see in their lifetime. But soon the attitude of the ruling class of the Empire, the Federation, and the Beast Clans showed that they valued and defended the Peace Covenant. For the first time ever, a large number of humans and orcs have teamed up - instead of fighting for their lives - to establish three boundary fortresses east of the Vasi River: Northern, Central, and Southern. Then came the mixed house, which seemed unthinkable before, became a reality.

This is simply a miracle descended by the moon god! Before entering the city, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

From the south gate, a stone-paved street stretches to the boundary tower in the middle of the city. The black tower towers into the sky, and one can only be surprised by the insignificance of individuals and the magic of cooperation. The stalls on both sides of the street, although crowded, have an invisible order. It was still early in the morning, and there were not many pedestrians on the streets, but the lion-mane people, minotaurs, and snake people were still very conspicuous as they walked around safely. Occasionally, a few footmen appeared, and the characteristic shouting was refreshing.

Soyth prayed silently in his heart as he and several of his squires entered the Southern Frontier. Their horses made a soothing sound on the stone pavement, and finally came to a halt in front of a small inn.

"Blue River Bay, I love the name. The young knight said to his lieutenant as he dismounted. The middle-aged priest on the side, Lemo, replied dryly: "It is quite in line with the geographical location here." Soyth glanced back at Lemore, who had a mediocre face, shrugged his shoulders, and said with a slight joke, "Although this mission is much easier and more fun than the previous ones, unfortunately I still hope to return to Moon Territory sooner." There is a saying that for intelligent beings, everything in the outside world is just an inducement, and it is often their nature that guides their actions. ”

Introduction to The Nature of Man, by the scholar Pointe, 1742. ”

"Well, you're very knowledgeable. At the same time, it was boring enough that he didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence.

While he was talking, the waiter of the inn had already taken the horses of several people and led them to the stable at the back of the street. Soyse stepped into the door of the hostel, but saw a whole set of long wine cabinets, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, and before the chubby boss could ask, "Distinguished guest, would you like a warm ale or a cozy room?", he had already shouted, "Prepare twenty glasses of ale!"

The fat boss had to hold back his set and responded: "No problem, right away, distinguished guests, drink twenty cups together?"

"Nonsense, of course you only drink one cup at a time, your mouth is the size of two cups!"

The boss didn't say anything more, and secretly asked the clever waiter to scrub a batch of copper wine glasses that had not been used for a long time.

Soyth shrugged, found a clean spot, and sat down. Lemo and his party also sat quietly near him.

As soon as Soy's heart turned and he didn't know what to think about, Lemo said angrily: "Lord Envoy, this wine ・・・・・・" He had to sigh in his heart: "Oh my God!

The attendants didn't know what they were thinking in their hearts, but in short, they didn't show any superfluous expressions on their faces. However, Suois suddenly shouted, "Bring all the wine here, and give each of these masters two glasses first." And he looked at the attendants one by one, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face. After that, he no longer admired the somewhat discolored faces of his attendants, and told lame jokes that he was quite proud of・・・・・・

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Night, silent night, the entire Southern Frontier seemed to have fallen asleep. A large silver moon hung low in the sky, casting a cold halo. In all directions, the premises were blurred. In the northeast corner of the city, in a dark alley between the dilapidated houses, the already deep shadows seemed to suddenly become a little thicker.

However, no one noticed the stinking alley of the slum that could no longer be broken. Most of the city guards in the northeastern district only "carefully inspected" the few streets that they could still see. Jokes aside, the Southern Frontier Fort is located in the heart of the continent, and now that there is no longer a threat from the orcs, is it possible that there will be a huge bandof thieves to attack this impregnable city? The only reservists who patrol every night are those who are not popular or who really do not want to stay in the camp -- in recent years, the demand for military discipline has risen sharply regardless of the force, and if they leave the camp at will, they will inevitably have to be flogged.

Extremely shallow shadows swept out of the alley, and it turned out to be wave after wave. Often, though, the dilapidated streets seem to be in a furnace, and the air is filled with subtle distortions and shadows. In the distance, the sound of scolding and the smell of wine was heard, and the subtle twist moved up the long street to the north, little by little, approaching the source of the sound. After turning a few street corners, the shadows were already slowly falling behind a dozen brightly armored soldiers.

The city guards were still noisy, enjoying the only perk of patrolling the slums at night - the misty sensation of a few glasses of cheap ale emanating from their bodies, while slowly making a pointless cycle from street to street. Occasionally, vulgar words popped out of their mouths, but they had no effect on the shadows behind them. The blurred light and shadow were even more indistinguishable at the moment, as if they had turned into the trail of the night wind, completely melting into the night.

In the unbelievable hustle and bustle or silence, the giant moon slowly slid into the sky, appearing even bigger and brighter.

The shadows that followed the city guards suddenly moved violently, and even made some small sounds. A few veterans who were a little sober turned around, and were about to shout and scold loudly and play prestige, but suddenly their whole bodies tightened, and they stopped their voices inexplicably, and a chill appeared on their spines. Several of them raised their heads in unison, and their limbs suddenly became cold.

The dark sky is as old as ever, and the wind in the cold night is constant. But the quiet moonlight has disappeared with the huge full moon. For the first time, the night sky seemed so deep and dark, and faintly glowing with blood.

Is it dazzling?

But there is no time to think.

The shadow was no longer a shadow, and several bright red points of light appeared in the air. In the next moment, a few band of light streaked across the long street—the bright red seemed to shine brighter than a rainbow, but it brought a sudden silence. A cadre of city guards in the center of the street fell silent, and in the silence, the flowers nourished by flesh and blood bloomed incomparably dazzlingly. The scene was like a dozen lives smiling, and it was captured by the iron-cold canopy of the sky and the night.

There was a small crackling sound.

In the cold wind, only the blood-stained long street remained.

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Tonight should be sleepless.

Soyth stared at the silver moon rising little by little outside the window, praying secretly, but she couldn't help but think about it.

On many full moon nights, he gazed at the moon until dawn. The moon is everything in the temple and his faith. As an orphan, he has had a peculiar affection for the moon since he was a child. A hazy emotion of admiration and love often made him look up at the night sky all night, though sometimes the stars were far brighter than the silver moon.

But tonight there was an unusual anxiety that plagued him. Instinct, not experience, kept him awake, and it made it impossible for him to talk to others about his shallow uneasiness.

The moon is rising slowly but surely. The rising star of the temple stood statue-like, speechless for a moment.

The owner of the newly woven cobweb in the upper right corner of the window has not yet harvested it, but a small white moth is already dying. Soyth's gaze was drawn back to the poor little creature, but there was no pity or sympathy.

In an instant, Sen Han's battle intent slowly seeped out of his body, even though his mind was more disturbed than the flying insect that was caught in the cobweb. Driven by reason and good habits, the warning voice shattered the false tranquility of the night.

Soyth felt that his companions had nothing to lose, and that they were all on guard, but he had no firm or impassioned will. The battle was inevitable, but the uneasiness and panic seemed to melt into his blood, rushing in every corner of his body.

Beyond the blue bay, blood-red eyes suddenly burned.

Underneath the simple and practical golden armor, a glimmer of light, more dazzling than the armor, rose and flowed, and with the sound of the sword unsheathed, he swept swiftly towards the street. The stone walls were more fragile to him than the papier-mâché screens. The misty golden glow was dazzling in the night, as if it could dispel the thick darkness around them.

Yet the night continued.

The smell of blood filled his nostrils, and the breath of rage and death roamed, but there was not a trace of wailing or groaning. The strange silence made Soyth feel suppressed and nervous, and he glanced at the red-eyed lizardman hidden in the darkness and clenched the hilt of his sword again. Realizing that it was not any kind of intelligent creature known, he felt more relaxed.

Maybe the history books will also leave his name as Oeis.

With a funny thought in his mind, Soyth turned into a streamer and swept towards the lizardmen. The lizardmen had not acted on their own at first, but now they were in a frenzy, four of them forming a team to meet his attack, while the other four had used the cover of their companions to bypass Soyth and pounce on the Blue River. Looking at the speed of the lizardman, his heart tightened. Of course, they are no match for him, but Lemo and the others will definitely be beaten half to death by these things.

Be quick!

The golden sword spewed a thick golden glow, and Soyth spun around sharply, stabbing at the last of the lizardmen who fled. To his surprise, the sword hit its target with ease. But the lizardman under the sword seemed to be prepared, and took the sword with his head. The long sword went straight in, but Soyth's astonishing momentum was like the blade of the sword, and it was blocked inch by inch until it came to a sudden stop.

The lizardman was not dead, and his sharp front claws gripped the hilt of his sword. Immediately, Soyth felt several strong blows coming from his back. The armor was full of light, and the four lizardmen flew back one after another as if they had been hammered, and then attacked again from several directions, ignoring the dark blue blood that flew from between their claws.

Knowing that he could no longer shake off these terrifying creatures, Soyth drew his sword and fought the four lizardmen. The golden sword flashed brightly, and several lizardmen quickly spilled more blood, but it didn't affect their confrontation with Soyth in the slightest.

Screams rang out from the inn, and Soyse remained silent, the sword in his hand a little faster.

However, these lizardmen seemed to have no pain or fear, mechanically squeezing every trace of strength in their bodies, and their speed and skill tended to increase. Despite knowing that he should conserve his strength and strive to complete his mission, Soyth couldn't help but increase his strength.

For a moment, the dim street was also lit up, and in the midst of the golden flames, the four lizardmen flew up stiffly and landed on the bluestone floor, making a dull sound.

At the same time as he uttered this astonishing power, he suddenly sighed.

Perhaps at the moment when Silver Moon was swallowed up by darkness, the end was already sealed.