"As soon as the battle horn sounds, there are ten thousand taels of gold. ”

—George Jackson

"Eat something. Moras ignored the food and slipped it through the crack in the iron fence.

Graver, who was sitting in the corner, raised his eyelids, his expression unreadable in the darkness, and after a moment, he reached out and dragged the food over.

Grave didn't suffer anything, just locked up and ate and drank well. He could see that Morath was a little minion now, and Morath didn't seem to have anything else to do except serve himself here every day.

"How's the war?" asked Grevor, eating bread and potato stew.

Moras sat down next to the stairs, snorted and said, "It's still like that, the army of the North Ridge has been drawn out, and it will be there in these two days." ”

"What the hell is that guy trying to do, you don't have cavalry, you can't beat it. Grave chewed something and chatted with Morath.

"Didn't I tell you many times? Morath gave Grebe a blank look: "I don't know what he wants to do, they talk in Gukakaman, I don't understand, and no one says anything to me." ”

Listening to Morath's aggrieved tone, Griver felt a little funny, he had already seen during this time, he knew what Morath's temperament was, and from the very beginning, I am afraid that no one believed that this war was provoked by Morath, even if he had the heart, he did not have this ability.

During this time chatting with Moraes, he learned that the origin of that Kress Capone is very mysterious, and these Kakamans are different from Morath, and they still have a complete heritage. This made Grebe have to take a great interest in this nation, and the time when the two groups of people arrived was hundreds of years apart, and Greif didn't dare to think about how big the Demon Mountain Range was.

When he was a teenager, Grave always had the idea of going to the Demon Mountain Range to explore, and the young and frivolous Northridge boy would always imagine the scene on the other side of the Demon Mountain, and now it seems that no one will be able to see it in his lifetime, these Kakamans have multiplied for dozens of generations before they came out of the Demon Mountain Range.

"They call us precursors. Morath thought for a moment and opened his mouth to speak, but Grebe quickly pricked up his ears and listened, and his intuition told him that Morath was going to say something nutritious.

"What I heard when I listened to them talk today was that they were trying to learn Narainst, and I had learned a little bit of Gukakaman. Morath looked at Grebe in the dark, and he knew that Grebe must be watching him.

"They said we were the first to enter the Demon Mountains. Morath continued: "They call the Demon Mountain Range the Holy Snow Mountain, the Kakamans used to be the most powerful country over there, and then it seems that something happened to us, we were sent into the Demon Mountain Range as pathfinders, and then they couldn't resist that thing, I didn't understand, and then the entire Kakaman clan fled into the Demon Mountain Range. ”

"But how many hundred years have you arrived?" Greif was dissatisfied with Moraes' story, and didn't tell the most crucial points, "And what happened to them?"

Morath skimmed Grebe in the dark: "I told you that I don't really understand what I heard, they seem to be using this story to learn the Narenster language, their Kakaman language is different from our Kakaman dialect, although I can understand some of it, but I still can't fully understand what they say." ”

"We were the first to come in, so there are not many people, you don't know what the Demon Mountain Range is like, I heard them say that there were at least hundreds of thousands of people when we came in, you see how many Kakamans there were in the North Ridge before they came, and it is precisely because we came in early, we have forgotten everything in the grinding of the Demon Mountain Range, and we have changed in order to survive, so these Kakamans don't think we are Kakamans at all, they are ashamed of us. As he spoke, Morath snapped the little stick he didn't know he had picked up.

"And what about them? How many of them are there?" asked Grevor.

"I don't know. Moras shook his head: "Anyway, there are a lot, and there are not even a third of them who come to fight." ”

Grevor's brow furrowed, a little unbelieving what Morath said.

"Why don't they come together?" asked Grevor, staring at Morath's expression in the dark, only to suddenly realize that it seemed useless, Morath was obviously telling the truth, he didn't need to lie to himself, according to what he knew about him, Morath was definitely not the kind of person with scheming.

"I don't know what they want to do, but as soon as they came, they took control of the entire Kakaman territory, and then asked me to coerce Mott's family to send Mott to death. Morath looked at Grave and said, "I told them to fight together, but they looked at me like a fool at all, and I was fed up with it, and after that I could not talk without talking." ”

As he spoke, Morath's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Grebe and said, "That Kress Capone." His chick is really powerful, not only good-looking and good-looking, but also in good shape, you haven't seen it, and it's a special, Kress **** She is not tired for a few hours. Morath smiled lewdly as he spoke.

Grave gave Morath a blank look in the dark, his impression of Morath was like this, to be precise, aside from these Kakamans who had just emerged from the Demon Mountain, the original Kakamans in Northridge were all this virtuous, chick, drunk, not enterprising, and the kind of one step with a whip.

As for the woman Morath mentioned, she was being pressed under Kress by Kress half-exposed at the moment, and Moraise really didn't lie, this girl was really durable. In fact, this woman is not low, but she looks very petite in front of Kress's huge figure.

Her skin was very different from the sickly white of the Kakamans, but slightly more bronzed, her flat abdomen extended to two slender and round thighs, and her plump buttocks were very high at this moment, because this was the only way to cater to Kress's exaggerated crotch, to be precise, even if the girl had her ass raised high, Kress still had to hunch her legs.

The two full breasts could be seen in the candlelight, and the shadows on the wall shook intoxicatingly, and Kress couldn't help but reach out and ravage the part of the soft that could be seen from the side as he went back and forth.

The woman was very cooperative, and immediately straightened up, stretching her body with her elbow against the table, Kress held her chest, and reached into her lower abdomen with the other hand to lift her back and stand up straight.

The woman's feet left the ground, the weight of the whole person pressed on Kress's arm and the crotch that Kress filled her lower body, the obsessive expression made people unable to hold it just by looking at the face, the woman turned her head and stretched out an arm to wrap her arms around Kress's head and neck with her backhand, and sent her lips up.

The woman's voice was very soft, not like a girl or a woman, as delicate and soft as a young woman who had tasted things for the first time, as if she was shy but uncontrollable, Kress moved her hand on the woman's lower abdomen to the woman's buttocks, pinching the full buttocks to put more weight on her lower body.

His twitching was getting heavier and heavier, the woman's screams were getting more and more uncontrollable, and Kress squeezed the buttocks in his hand hard, and the feeling of the soft buttocks hitting his crotch was what he liked best.

At the same time as the two men ended in a fierce and fragrant battle, the sound of a horn came leisurely, piercing the silent night sky as if a huge pop of sound was attracting attention.

"Here they are. Kress said, looking at the woman he had placed on the table with a look on her face that was so enchanted that she didn't listen to what she was saying, she smiled and touched the woman's body, pulled her things out, put on her clothes, put on a huge cloak of brown fur, and pushed the door to the wall.

Greif and Morath, who were sitting in the cell, also heard the familiar voice, it was the battle horn of the Northridge, they came, and Morath and Gregor were both mentally silent.

Tonight, a full moon hung high in the sky, the moonlight reflected on the snow and illuminated the entire North Ridge, Kress stood on the city wall wrapped in a fur cloak, looking at the dense torches and the sound of trumpets in the distance, the corners of one side of his mouth turned slightly, revealing a confident smile, as if everything was under his control.

"Blow the battle horn! Rhodok roared on his horse, looking at the city of eternal night standing in the darkness in the distance, and his heart was filled with fierce fighting intent.

The torches reflected the eyes of the soldiers, and everyone in the battle horn was brought into the atmosphere.

Vincent's grim face was still expressionless, his long black hair hung quietly over his shoulders, and he stood quietly on a high ground watching the flow of people advancing forward.

A fast horse galloped in, and the scout stopped in front of Vincent to report that there was no enemy ahead. Anderson looked at Vincent, who didn't answer the scout's words, waved his hand to signal the scout to step back first, and looked at Vincent, he wondered why he felt pressure in front of a young man.

"They've arrived. Vincent's eyes were still looking into the distance, and he didn't know whether he was looking at the sky or the ground, or talking to himself or Anderson, and his eyes never changed direction from beginning to end.

Anderson didn't say anything because he didn't know if Vincent was talking to him, and he didn't understand what the kid was saying.

As if to tell Clobois that he was talking to him, Vincent finally turned his head to look at Anderson and said, "They're in Eternal Night." ”

Raising an eyebrow, Anderson looked around and then at the sky, and motioned to Vincent with an expression, asking him how he knew, but Vincent ignored him again and continued on his way with his horse.

"God babble. Anderson muttered quietly, he still liked the boy named Philip in the Leilia family.