God says, don't ignore the breath in the cage, know that life in chains does not mean extinction.

After experiencing the initial study of the academy, most of the courses began to tend to be diversified in content, and there were no systematic and rigid constraints, which made Arthur very pleased, except for walking in the red tree grove deep in the academy, and Fred, who was eager to move all the covers to the library, soaked in the stacks of books all day. It's just that the red figure is missing, since the vice president returned from vacation.

Almost three-tenths of the library's collection has been eaten by insects and ants, and even some important fragments are incomplete, which makes the two children who only dabble in more knowledge than understand, and want to stuff the daily drunken administrator downstairs into the rat hole. Arthur's interests were more in historical and poetic mela, while Fred was clearly more interested in magic. As the 120-foot-long horizontal shelves slowly shortened from beginning to end, the two of them read frantically to an astonishing number, like two tireless swimming fish roaming freely in this undisturbed spiritual ocean.

From many documentary documents, Arthur gradually learned that for powerful empires such as the Tyranid Empire and the twelve principalities under its rule, war is not a simple matter, at least military spending is an unavoidable problem, so it is not surprising that there are only seven battles recorded in the thick book of "Imperial War Records". Casually buckled the broken wood chips at the foot of the bookshelf and posed for the formation of the two sides of the battle, Arthur deduced step by step in his mind, from the "Black Hand Battle" to the "Holy Expedition" to the "Abalia Quagmire" and so on, from the number of participants to the armament, from the length of the war to the changes in the domestic situation, it often takes several days or even longer to deduce a battle.

"Sure enough, there are still interests tied to the waistband of the war. Arthur muttered more and more sneering at the official righteous and awe-inspiring war slogans, and closed the thick "The Wind on the Horse's Hoof" in his hand, this war miscellaneous book written by the bard has too many magnificent scenes of the golden iron horse, and there is no lack of descriptions of many details of the life of civilians during the war, the writing is delicate and the content is substantial, and when you close your eyes, it seems that there is a bloody wind and rain wrapped in the horse's hooves, and the blood can find out the "truth" behind many wars from the clues in the book.

For example, the fortress of Saleid, which is now relied on as the north, was originally the territory of Kapila, and was first captured by the Tyranid Empire as an outpost of war in the Holy Expedition, and at the end of the ten-year expedition, the Tyranids, who had not even touched the gate of the temple of Kapila, actually sat on the land and built a strong fortress of Salid. When the existing interests were divided, the sequelae of this grasshopper-style post-war reconstruction were immediately revealed, that is, the local economic level was greatly backward, and the recovery was slow under the baptism of war, and even showed signs of regression. The real embarrassment is that Salid, which occupies one-third of the northern territory, only accounts for one-tenth of the tax revenue. The current situation of Saleid is not necessarily intentional on the part of Tylen's top management, so it is helpless and inevitable to switch from a war outpost to a post-war defense, but the pros and cons are not easy to draw conclusions.

Another example is the semi-open black market trade built on the bones of soldiers after the Abalia quagmire, allowing the pure gold of Tyranid and the spices of Kapila, as well as the rare furs of the Ice Orcs and the mineral timber of many principalities, to make huge fortunes in the market. Carrying the image of the god in his left hand and splashing the blood of the killing, but his right hand kept groping for gold coins under the corpses of the dead in battle, this is the normal and fundamental meaning of the melee of the nations.

Inglourious bastards. Arthur wrote slowly on the ground with the sawdust in his hand.

"Boom", the heavy kraft book was burned black and black, unrecognizable. Fred wore his messy hair and looked at a loss. Arthur quickly took off his coat to extinguish the flames on the books, and many parts of the library were wooden buildings, and the entire library would be reduced to ashes in less than a meal.

"What are you doing?"

"Uh, study the combined effect of fire and lightning......"

"Where did you get the fire elemental?"

"On Carrey...... The ...... sucked up"

"Where's the lightning?"

"It rained yesterday......"

“......”

Gently picking up the smoking brown book, Arthur's eyelids jumped wildly, and a palm-sized hole was burned in the floor, obviously the violence of this rather jerky combination of fire and electricity was actually comparable to actual combat.

"Little madman. Arthur shook the ashes from his clothes.

“...... I'm sorry. ”

Needless to say, the danger of elemental permutations and combinations is needless to say, according to the statistics of the Magic Association, there are only fewer magicians who die in the process of magic research and development every year than bards who die drunk on the streets, and the success of Fred's rash arrangement of elements can only be said to be due to luck.

"Arthur, are you waiting for someone?" Fred rubbed his face, looking at Arthur standing in front of the window looking into the distance, looking at the melancholy expression, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Nothing, just see. Arthur shook his head and pointed upward.

He put away the books, secretly climbed from the fireplace that had not been used for a long time to the roof of the library, climbed the branches of the paulownia tree to find a flat place to lie down, and the two children lay quietly like this, looking at the canopy that seemed to never see the end, and the spiders swinging among the branches, the ants busy on the tree poles, and the faint noise from the ground.

Also, the whine of the wind through the treetops.

The Fifth Legion is known as the Iron Shield Legion in the Emperor's ** team, and unlike other legions with a large number of knights, it is full of heavy infantry with a wide body with a one-handed shield, and the mounts are also strong black-maned boars, with a short temper and awe-inspiring fangs.

The cave in the red earth, which was originally the material reserve of the Fifth Legion, is now inhabited by several sensitive guests, one of whom is a tall leader who has been silent since he was imprisoned, even if a rough man from the Fifth Legion deliberately threw pig dung in his face for fun, he was indifferent and silent.

"Damn, don't ramble with Lao Tzu, what the hell are you going to do?" The Fifth Legion Commander Stad, who was only a head taller than the Abarian dwarf, but had broad shoulders and thick muscles, blew his beard and glared at the documents in his hand and threw the documents in his hand on the table.

"Your Excellency, Honorable Legionnaire. "I am here on behalf of His Excellency Rooney, the new Consul of the North, and request that you keep a close watch over the perpetrators and ensure their safety until the military investigation team arrives, especially Gary Chauvin. ”

"Hey, hey. The bearded captain smiled and grabbed the flask on the table and took a sip, "You go and ask the little bitches of the other six legions in Salid, who can pull out a pig hair from behind Lao Tzu's iron shield, and then tell me about safety." ”

"Smack!", casually slapping a fly that accidentally landed on the plate of barbecue, Stad bent his stubby fingers, skillfully flicked away the corpse of the fly that was already a puddle of meat mud, stuffed a mouthful of barbecue, squinted at the stunned messenger, and said indistinctly: "It's nothing, right?"

"Uh, no...... Nope. The messenger wiped his forehead and bent back,, this rough thing.

If the other legions are stationed in a paradise, the Fifth Legion is undoubtedly a purgatory of taste that exudes pig dung and soldier sweat. In order to solve this problem, a logistics officer who was transferred to the regiment came up with a way to let the wild boars eat pine nuts and mushrooms, but it turned out that even if the court chef stirred the pig food, the pig manure pulled out in the end was still spicy and unpleasant, and it was extremely strange. Later, the depressed logistics officer was drunk and thrown into a pigsty by the soldiers for a night, never mentioning the idea of "improving" the pig's poop again.

Scraping fresh pig manure on the soles of his shoes on the stone tips at the entrance of the cave, the short figure walked into the red clay cave, his first foray into the cave in recent times. After passing through the winding cecal path, he stood still in front of the iron cage in the deepest part of the earth cave, looked at the young commander who was still a star a month ago in the cage, sat on the ground, grabbed the fine red clay on the ground, and fell from between his fingers like sand.

The commander exuded a foul smell all over his body, and his sloppy beard looked more like a down-and-out beggar living in a bridge cave, except that the calm and calm temperament of the superior was not much different from before, I am afraid that no one could compare with how high-spirited he was before. Gary Chauvin turned calmly and sat down facing the man, avoiding his knees against the top of his head.

"Boy, someone wants you to never get out of this red clay cave again. Stad played with the red clay in his hand and looked at the young prisoner with interest.

"A few of my comrades, are they okay?"

Stad sneered, a hint of imperceptible shrewdness flashed in his rough eyes, and he didn't answer his question, and continued to knead the red clay: "Are you still waiting for someone from the military department to come?"

"What about the Knights of the Dragonhorns?" asked Gary after a moment of silence.

"Disbanded on the spot, damn, they've eaten a lot of smoked deer legs with me. ”

"Thank you. ”

"It's nothing, I've already had someone send a message to that old fellow Cliff, doubling the cost of food this year. ”

“......”

"If you're still expecting someone from the military department, then it's better to let me hammer your head now, so that at least you can leave some honor. "Stad's carelessness in crushing the red clay is better than letting this brave knight he has also noticed waste his life and dignity in the courtroom, and finally fall under the dagger stabbed in the shadows or the dirty guillotine of his executioner, it is better to die now in the hands of his own "bloody iron shield", which can be regarded as retaining some last glory.

"I'm sorry you didn't have this opportunity. Gary raised his eyes, the glint in his eyes flashed, and he looked like a lone wolf at the person who really had a chance to hammer his head if he did it, "If I die, this farce will come to an abrupt end in the north, of course, it is the 'perfect outcome' that many people want to see, but they have forgotten one thing. A sneer hung on the corner of the young prisoner's lips as he slowly got up.

"That's the wolf's head on my coat of arms. ”

The Bourbon Wolf King family is a warlord family on the same level as the Rhine Golden Lion family of the Empire, rich in all kinds of war talents, and the contemporary head of the family, Cliff Chauvin, is one of the three giants of the military department, and is known for his fierce temperament. Since the eldest son, Mayne Chauvin, joined the Golden Lion Rankon Lane, who is also a military tycoon, Gary has become the sole heir of the family, and whoever wants to strangle this wolf cub must bear the infinite anger from the wolf king's sharp claws, and surround the whole country of Tyran, I am afraid that even His Majesty the Emperor does not want to get involved lightly.

"Damn, damn the great nobleman. The Legion Commander muttered and threw down the red clay in his hand, clapped his hands and got up to leave.