The harsh winter wind blew some loose hair, and the chill ran down the metal armor on his body and penetrated into his bones. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Leon's body fluctuated a little, and his rapid breathing instantly condensed into a stream of white gas after being cold.

"It doesn't matter!" came a concerned greeting from beside him.

Leon struggled to get up straight, and replied with some difficulty, "It's okay, I'll get used to it soon!" He took a few stiff steps to the clearing outside the cave.

There was not a single ray of sunlight in the dim sky, and the dark clouds added to the chill of winter. Patches of hills are endless, and the magic of nature uses these piles of raised rocks to list the gray earth grid into thousands of ravines. The bare hills were devoid of any green vegetation, and the stones and dirt were cracked. The paths formed naturally between the hills were full of withered weeds, and the trees on both sides of the road were so few that all the leaves had already fallen, and the shriveled branches swayed in the cold wind, as if they could be broken by the strong wind at any moment.

"It's so desolate!" Leon exclaimed his first feeling with some sighs. Leaving the cave for the first time, he was greeted by a dead atmosphere and monotonous colors. After the amnesia, the curiosity and expectation of the outside world were instantly swallowed up by this sluggish scene, and the disappointment and sadness instantly crawled into my heart.

"That's right, this is the hilly terrain of the Barbarian Land, a barren region, and it's also part of your territory!" Feathered Wing stepped forward and slightly supported Leon's somewhat shaky body.

Leon's face was a little solemn, and the childishness that he had just woken up from his coma a few days ago had long since disappeared. In the cave, Feather Wing told him about the whole world. Taking the Battle of Meicheng three years ago as the watershed, before the war, the world belonged to a period of relatively stable peace and development, and the Terran race, which was in the leading position of the mainland, shocked the mainland with strong force and a steady national alliance, and although the other races were always peeking at the rich land of the Terran, they did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

However, the Battle of Plum City lost nearly half of the combat power of the Principality of Mandis, the core country of the Terrans, and the defense system of the Principality Alliance appeared a huge hole. In addition, all six Terran Magus were sacrificed in that battle, and the number of mage legions was reduced to one-third of the original number, and the aliens who had always been afraid of the powerful magic of humans no longer had any worries.

These have become the battle cry of the other races, and they have invariably frantically attacked the Terran Principality Alliance. The humans of the Imperial Front are also targeting their fellow citizens. Unlike the foreign race to grab resources, they are more focused on territorial encroachment, which also makes the principality alliance vulnerable to the enemy.

The drums broke and everyone beat them, and the walls fell down and everyone pushed them. The embattled Principality Alliance, although it also resisted hard, but in the end it was also unable to escape a crushing defeat. Several core allied principalities were either incorporated into the Imperial Front, or they were tortured by the alien race, and large numbers of humans were captured and reduced to slavery, toiling day and night for the alien race.

Thinking of this, Leon exhaled deeply, and watched the white smoke ethereal in the cold wind being torn apart without a trace. He felt extremely remorseful, and learned from his mouth that it was he who single-handedly led the soldiers and civilians of Meicheng to resist the attack of the demon dragon and the harpy, and won a temporary victory at a painful price. Melancholy filled Leon's blue eyes, and he let out another wistful sigh.

"Feather Wing, did I do anything wrong before, if we didn't forcibly resist the invasion and lead the people of Meicheng to evacuate quickly... The words had just reached a general point, and then they stopped abruptly. Looking at the handsome face of the wings, which was a little angry, Leon swallowed the words back alive.

The female elf's expression was stern at this time, and a fierce aura shot out from her eyebrows. She said in a somewhat reproachful tone: "I've told you many times, why are you still in self-blame." There are demonized harpies, nezumi, cyclops, and the legendary terrifying dragon, and in this case, sacrifice is inevitable!"

"However, if the combat power is preserved, the defense system of the Principality Alliance may not become so fragile for a long time! It was I who single-handedly caused this great mistake, and it was I who caused the people to suffer. I.. Leon's voice grew quieter and quieter, and finally became a whimper in his voice.

Leon, who blamed himself, felt a little weak, perhaps because his will was slackened by sadness, or because he had just woken up and could not support this heavy armor for a long time, he shook violently back and forth a few times, and almost fell to the ground, but fortunately the female elf beside him was spared.

The dry grass on the trail, although a little hard and not very comfortable to sit on, is a good material for starting a fire. On weekdays, Uncle Luo likes to pile them up next to the entrance of the cave so that they can be used. Feather Wing helped Leon to sit down on the haystack, her expression was much calmer, her clear eyes were full of tenderness, she patted the haystack under her hands, and whispered to Leon: "These hayes are all prepared by Uncle Luo, you see, they are more than half a person tall." Raising the fire, hunting for food, fetching water, he has been sticking to you in a coma for three years, taking care of you, not daring to slack off!

Leon blinked and shook his head.

"Because you are his hope. ”

"Am I hopeful?"

"That's right!" Leon saw through the cape's hat that the face of the winged and delicate was full of seriousness and seriousness, and the firm belief of the female elf could be felt in his tone. I saw that she gently brushed the hair that was blown off by the wind with her jade fingers, and the classical atmosphere of the elf clan was exuded in the slim and jade room.

Feather Wing organized the language for a moment, and then said, "The Duchy of Mandis is the Terran nation that has suffered the most damage, and it is almost dead in name only. And in the principality, the most miserable city is the city of May. The city, which once housed hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians, has now become an intermediate station for the alien trade of human slaves. ”

At this, Feather Wing suddenly accentuated his tone: "Try to imagine that the good inhabitants of a once-prosperous city-state are mercilessly slaughtered! As a native of Meicheng, how can Uncle Luo not be heartbroken!"

Although the memory of Meicheng has also been lost, in recent days, I have heard more or less the description of Meicheng from the mouths of Yuyi and Uncle Luo: clean and tidy streets, neat and elegant houses, lawns with birds and flowers, and crowded streets, which are in stark contrast to the barbaria and desolation of this barbarian land. Thinking of this, Leon couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

"Yes, retreat may be a good way to preserve strength. But what about those people, where is their home to live? The dark forces have long been targeting the city, and the vicious alien races have long been eyeing the land of the principality, and it is only a matter of time before the fleeing people die of cold and hunger, or are chased and slaughtered by the enemy. You once succeeded in defending Meicheng, so Uncle Luo also hopes that you can regain your strength and lead the people to seize the freedom of Meicheng again. ”

"A person who rises up against the darkness and guards justice, what is wrong with it!" said a sentence that made Leon pause, and at the same time felt that there was an extra burden on his shoulders that he had to resist. He jumped up from the haystack suddenly, the weight of his armor was a little unbearable for his newly recovered body, he gritted his teeth, and Leon began to pace slowly after settling his position.

Seeing these actions, Feather Wing did not continue to say anything. She knew that self-reproach still existed in Leon's heart, but at the same time, it was more motivated.

The cave was located at the bottom of a low-lying hill, cleverly sheltered by other, slightly higher terrain, and the cave could not be seen from a distance, which was a slightly safe hiding place for them to find after a long search. On the periphery of the cave was a not-so-large flat clearing, and the dirt in the clearing, though hard as solid, seemed to have been deliberately leveled. On one side of the clearing there are piles of hay and dry wood, and on the other side there are several large and small earth pits, which have been dug to bury the discarded things of life.

Leon walked slowly and at a steady pace in the clearing, about five or six meters long and wide. This is the task that Uncle Luo gave before he went out. In order to restore Leon's body as quickly as possible, and to adapt to the cold temperatures of the Barbarian Land, he had to wear a full suit of armor and exercise in this cold environment until his body was fully accustomed to the weight of the armor and the cold climate.