The city at the time of the silver moon still has the noise of the day, and there are still stalls selling along the narrow winding roads that are scattered like a labyrinth. Merchants from all the city-states of Chester shouted with their wares in their hands and praised them in the sweetest language that came out of their throats.

In the crowded and chaotic streets, free men in leather waistcoats, long linen trousers, and heelless shoes weave through the streets, enjoying exquisite goods from all over the world. But when the Quaids came from the east with the reins of their horses, the Harusans panicked and made the whole bazaar as noisy as a ruined anthill. The tall and strong mercenaries with their weapons, combined with the vicious tattoos on their foreheads and long beards, made the merchants fearfully move out of the way, a situation that was not alleviated until the arrival of the city guards.

He wears a full-length chain mail with shiny smooth feathers and floral threads, and a sleeveless coat divided into four pieces with swords and olive branches of different colors. The soldier wore a sword with silver and broken diamonds on the hilt, and a soft cloak woven from sheep's wool on his back. Half-round helmets with red feathers covered their heads, and the city guards were dressed as flamboyantly as peacocks.

"The land of the rich. Caught in the middle of the road by the city guards and heading west of the city, the centurion couldn't help but sigh in Quaidan to the warriors beside him. "For the good businessman, Chelster is full of steel coins. ”

"Doesn't this wealth invite malice?" the hunter deliberately pursed his lips as he swept his gaze over the ornate but not equally useful armor and weapons. "Seriously, I'm already a little jealous from the bottom of my heart. ”

"You won't be the last to make up your mind, and you won't be the first greedy to be hanged. The centurion touched the new stubble on his chin as hard as a steel needle, and leaned closer before opening his mouth. "Cherster's wealth is concentrated in the border city-states, but at its heart is the birthplace of warriors, where you breed a fierce mercenary army on a par with yours. ”

"Mars Slashing Infantry?" Gal suddenly said from the side, causing the centurion to look at him in some surprise.

"You know that?" said the Dragonus loosened the strap of his sword, then pulled it down to make his stomach more comfortable. "The big men who wield the swords are brave and fearless, and they are also the source of the sword on the Chelster Union flag. Olives, on the other hand, represent a city-state like Harusa, which was prosperous in commerce, and admired trade and peace. ”

"Our warriors can tear them apart easily. Riga snorted discontentedly, the three golden braids on her chin fluttering in the breeze that smelled of horse manure.

"Of course you're stronger. The centurion did not deny it, he touched the neck of the horse beside him, and let him snort in comfort before turning his mouth open. "But quantity is also a factor that determines the battle. We were able to hire about 500 Quid warriors this time, but the Mars provided a legion. ”

"How much?" said Garr, who was stunned for a moment, and asked a little incomprehensibly.

"Four thousand heavy infantry. The dragon Yinus stretched out his finger and shook it, and then said with obvious heartache and indignation. "All armed with the strongest armor and sharp swords. ”

Although the roads in Harusa were crooked and complicated, with the city guards at their hands, they walked an hourglass before reaching the place where the Quaid mercenaries lived.

It was a spacious, shabby-looking tavern with the dim yellow light characteristic of oil lamps. Before Riga even set foot in the door, the familiarity with Quaid and the charming smell of wine crept into his nostrils.

"It seems that quite a few of your people have arrived. The centurion handed the reins of his horse to the boy who greeted him, and shouted loudly as he popped out a few bronze coins. "With the best water and forage. If I find out what's wrong, I'll screw your necks with my own hands and swear by your mother's name. ”

The young man of Harusa, whose face was covered with dirt, immediately rushed up and took hold of the horse. When the Quaids brought down their salutes, they quickly pulled the horses into huts made of rudimentary thatch and planks.

"These little mongrels will take good care of the horses. The dragon inus smiled and patted his belly, then shouted generously as he walked towards the tavern. "Go have a drink, I'm in for a treat today. The Quid warriors, already intoxicated by the tempting smell of wine, immediately rushed to the wooden door of the tavern, and squeezed in as they let out a wail that was about to break.

"Kudos to Shirag, I love it here. Gal couldn't help but let out a groan when he saw the barrels of ale lying in the tavern.

The sudden influx of more than three dozen Spain warriors silenced the tavern, and the Quaid warriors who were drinking their wine turned their heads and glanced at the newcomers.

"Raven and White Lion tribes, it seems that we are not too late. Eyes swept over the forehead of the first comer, glowing in the dim light, and Riga whispered suspiciously about where they came from. "And our Frost Bears. Gal patted Rhaegar's arm, then turned his mouth into the corner.

There were about two hundred Quaid warriors in the tavern, and they sat in two groups. One group is a warrior belonging to the raven clan, and the other is a brave man from the white lion. In the corner, however, sat a small group of warriors, with the same clan crest painted on their foreheads as Riga.

"Praise the Fury. "Out of the crowd of ravens stood a tall warrior. He had dark yellow hair and a beard, and a pair of dark blue eyes with pride and curiosity. "My people, which tribe do you belong to?"

"We are descendants of the Venerable Frost Bear, from the Sparin tribe. Riga answered the young man succinctly, and then led his people to find a few tables by the door and sit down.

"Then you must be Thorne, Mage Slayer, Snow Ape Slayer, Rhaega. The young man, clad in a sackcloth coat, raised his glass and shouted in an extremely high tone. "Patriarch Zalt has even expressed his expectations for you many times, but I did not expect to meet the great warrior of my clan here, the future Lord of the Frost Bear. ”

Rigga's blonde beard mingled with thin braids, making it difficult for the Quaids around him to see. So when this raven people shouted loudly, many people made a dissatisfied provocation.

"Lord of the Frost Bears, the dreadnought who killed the Snow Ape and the Terran mage?" a strong warrior of the White Lion Clan questioned first. "It's not going to be as weak as the guys before me. ”