Atlantus is a bustling and great city.

Once as a messenger, Walter was also fortunate to be here, and he also sighed at its majesty.

But Walter, who now walks through the streets, has nothing but deep sorrow in his heart.

Compared to Atlantus in the past, it is undoubtedly a ghost domain now.

The north wind is howling, and fallen leaves are mixed with dust. There are hardly any people to be seen on the streets. Like this one, which used to be a bustling commercial avenue, now the doors on both sides are closed. Walter could even feel the man behind the door huddle and shiver.

Every city has changed owners, and no one can avoid killing. Especially on the day of entering the city, the blood stained almost the entire street red. Eighty percent of the inhabitants of Atlantis were inevitably robbed and enslaved, and now all that survives are the rich and the impoverished commoners, who have nothing to rob of.

Walter felt no pity for this. As a victor, he has the right to this conquest. In fact, he once kicked open someone's door and plunged a sword into the chest of his master, who was trembling and kneeling on the ground.

But now he was saddened that the killing had made his soldiers red-eyed, and the great wealth had lost their minds.

On the other side of the street, there is another shop with its doors open. If I remember correctly, it was the tavern run by the family of Marquis, the personable representative of the nobility of the southern provinces.

Walter could smell the wine and hear the cacophony from afar.

Walter was impressed by this learned man, especially when he was the first to open the doors of Atlantus. As a result, he and his family were among the few families to have survived the catastrophe.

"Let's go have a look and have a few drinks!"

Orcs are good drinkers, especially in this cold winter. Watching the soldiers constantly stirring their Adam's apple and sniffing their noses, Walter said considerately.

However, soon Walter's drinking mood was gone. Because the door of the tavern was crooked, and there were more than a dozen orcs hooked on their shoulders, their eyes were confused, and their steps were weak, and it was obvious that they had drunk too much. Although the shopkeeper repeatedly accompanied the smiling face and begged several soldiers to give him a little money for wine, he was pushed aside with disdain.

The first one was still snorting wine and pointed to his nose.

"Do you see clearly? Who is the master? Drink a few glasses of your broken wine, and you dare to collect money!?"

If I am not mistaken, on the third day of entering the city, the Beastmaster issued a strict order prohibiting disturbance of the people. After all, in such a majestic city, it is really not good to look at without popularity, and more importantly, the orcs will only rob and graze, and will not produce and manage. This is also the reason for the existence of those Atlantan nobles who came to the city.

Immediately, Walter's face turned pale. And his own soldiers made a very funny noise, and surrounded the group of drunkards in a semicircle, and only waited for Walter to give the order, and then took them.

Unexpectedly, the leader was not surprised to see Walter, but mocked.

"Oh, isn't this the famous General Walter? Why, I'm excited to have a few drinks today?

This is an old acquaintance of Walter, and they don't like each other. Especially after Walter entered Atlanta, not only did he not indulge in pleasure, but he has been diligently supervising the training of soldiers, and has been laughed at by the orcs.

Walter was about to open his mouth to scold, but the captain of his own soldiers grabbed him and said.

"General, forget it! You better offend people less! You can't control it, do you know? How many things like this happen every day?"

Walter couldn't help but be dumbfounded. He knew that his own captain would not harm him. Since the orcs entered Atlantus, not counting the first three days of unsealed swords, such incidents have occurred in an endless stream every day.

Suddenly, Walter lost all interest. He avoided the side in disgust, looked at the vast sky and let out a long sigh.

"You know what? I'm not worried about this, I'm sorry for our valiant orc warriors, what's wrong? Isn't there a little bit of aggressiveness?

The captain of the pro-soldier was ashamed and could not speak.

Walter let out another long sigh as he turned around and walked towards the palace.

He knew that it was not a matter of one or two people, but since the entry into Atlanta, from top to bottom, everyone generally believed that there were no enemies around and that it was time to enjoy it.

We can't go on like this, and if we go on like this, we're still orcs?

......

The palace was as brightly lit as ever, as warm as ever.

If I'm not mistaken, the Beastmaster must be having a big feast.

The guard at the door saw Walter enter, smiled and greeted him, unbuttoned Walter's cloak, and hung it on the wall.

"General Walter, you came just in time! Your Majesty was still talking just now, why didn't you see you?"

Walter's heart sank. Be prepared for danger in times of peace, even if the great beastmaster is so lax, then it will not be far from failure.

The singing is pleasant, the dancing is graceful, and the entire hall is full of generals. A roaring bonfire rises in the middle, and beautiful Atlantan beauties dance. The generals also held one in their arms, rubbing them while holding the wine glass to the head of the beast king's congratulations.

Walter parted from the guards, strode into the hall, fell to one knee, and uttered a bitter sigh.

"Your Majesty, can't you go on like this?"

The sound was deafening and buzzed through the palace.

The Beastmaster's figure was shocked, and after seeing Walter clearly, he laughed and beckoned.

"It's General Walter! Come here and sit next to me!"

Someone else next to him quipped.

"Walter isn't training today?"

Walter sank his head deep and didn't get up.

"Your Majesty, Walter has no heart to drink and have fun! Today Walter went to the streets, and found that our warriors were all looking for fun, and now they have come to Your Majesty, it is still the same! Your Majesty, please cheer up! Wine is a poison that pierces the intestines, and beauties sharpen the hero's spirit the most! If this goes on forever, the army has no fighting spirit.....

"Shut up, Walter, what do you mean!? It's rare for Your Majesty to be happy today, have you come to spoil everyone's interest?"

Before Walter could finish speaking, someone stood up and shouted.

The beast king Sal pushed the beauty beside him, straightened his body, and said with a smile.

"Sit down, sit down! It's rare to be happy today, don't be disappointed! Walter, I understand what you mean. But the sons are all working hard, so is it okay to take a little rest? Besides, Atlantus is ours now, and there is still a war to be fought?"

Walter sighed, got up and walked to the Beastmaster's side, took a glass of wine, touched the Beastmaster, and continued.

"Your Majesty, I, Walter, should not disturb your interest. However, I don't think it's time to relax yet. It's true that Atlantis is ours, but we are undecided to the south, and we have the city of Heian and Toulon to the north. And our warriors are tired of war, and all of them want to go home! Your Majesty, Atlantus is not our home! Let's go back!"

The Beastmaster's glass stopped at his lips, his face stunned.

"Go back, what are you going to do? I finally laid down this world of flowers, and I went back to blow the wind?!"

Before the words fell, I heard a hurried footstep, and a spy hurriedly pushed open the door of the temple, and a candle flame blown by a cold wind swayed.

"Your Majesty, it's not good! Ping'an City has sent troops!" )