"Do you have an opinion?" Buffema heard Berdwin's words and turned her head to look, her blue pupils fixed on Baldwin's body.

At this time, Berdwin remembered that his father was the kind of person who couldn't listen to opposing opinions, and he would make such a mistake, and suddenly Berdwin wanted to slap himself, and hurriedly explained: "Father misunderstood, the child is just a little puzzled, it seems that it should be a problem with the child's vision." ”

At this time, Buffima turned his head, and no longer looked at the two people, his fingers scratched the ground in the void, and with the stroke of his fingers, a map gradually appeared in front of the two of them: "The world we are in is so big, we are just a couple, and what can humans have? How can we live without the prairie, so you don't take the defeat of the human race as a thing, we still have to look here, only the grassland is our home, we can raise more livestock, and we can have more people survive." ”

Yes, the child heeds the teaching. Both said at the same time.

Then, where Buffima couldn't see, the two looked at each other and then turned their heads again, except for a contemptuous smile in Birdwin's eyes and a shameful anger in Abigai's eyes.

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Arrowstone Fort, outside the gate, the mighty army lined up in two columns, waiting quietly.

In the distance, a convoy was speeding towards Arrowstone Fort.

The convoy can be described as dirty and messy, everyone's body exudes a strong pungent smell, you can smell it from afar, the only neat thing is the formation of the convoy, neat, between the chariot and the chariot flow out of just enough space to start the charge, although the people on the chariot look like they are called Hanako, but their bodies exude the smell of iron and blood, and the strong murderous aura makes the insects in the grass dare not call again.

Closer, closer, closer, and the soldiers of Arrowstone could already see the people on the chariot.

Oh my God! The soldiers of Arrowstone Fort looked at the chariots in amazement, and threaded them with hemp rope in rows of gray triangular shapes, each of which was full of them, and they were afraid that they would cost hundreds.

"That's like a werewolf's ear!" said one of the soldiers in the group.

"What are you kidding, how can there be so many. Someone began to retort.

"That's it, that's it, it's tens of thousands, how is it possible!"

"That's right, after a few tough battles, we only had such a win of less than 100,000, how could they not have so many. ”

"Then what do you say, just that shape, just that color, I've chopped a lot of it, I'm sure it's a werewolf's ear. "Someone else began to fight for Mo Xuan and them.

"Like, probably, it's the ears of a werewolf!" someone said uncertainly.

"Don't talk so much, you'll know when they get closer. ”

"Yes, yes, yes. ”

"Ha, Mo Xuan has worked hard. At the front of the line, Potlime saw Mo Xuan jump out of the chariot and hurried over.

"Well, I'm not going to hug you, or you'll have to take a shower. Mo Xuan smiled heartily and spread his hands.

"Well, you're our hero. Potlime hugged Mo Xuan unconcernedly.

It's just that after the hug of Potlem, the nobles behind him don't have his heart, although they don't dodge, but the expression of rejection is unconsciously revealed. However, unlike the nobles, there are also some of the original soldiers of Arrowstone Castle, they can't stand it, in their opinion, Mo Xuan, who can fight and win battles, is simply the next Potlem.

What they admire the most is this kind of person, the military is the most important military merit, and Mo Xuan is the least bad is military merit.

"Hello, Viscount Flame, thank the God of War for allowing me to meet the heroes of the kingdom. A gorgeously dressed, unusually strong figure, and a big man with a big body that almost said I was not easy to mess with, gave Mo Xuan a warm hug.

"Who is this?" Mo Xuan cast his puzzled eyes on Potlem, and he saw that the noble generals and the like around him were all avoiding this big man intentionally or unintentionally.

"Well, you see my memory, people are old and useless, and I forgot to introduce you, this is the fourth prince of the kingdom, Gna, the fourth prince is the most well-known holy warrior in the Temple of the God of War. Potlime patted his head and said with a sudden realization.

"Your Excellency, you still have a long life to live as a great swordsman! The fourth prince, Gna, said in his own deep and deep voice.

Then Gna turned around and stretched out his big hand: "First meeting, I'm Gna." ”

"Mo Xuan. Mo Xuan also handed his hand out.

What is the easiest in the world, interpersonal communication, and what is the hardest in the world is also interpersonal communication.

In the same situation, some people are like a fish in water, and all aspects are handled perfectly. Some people are like sitting on pins and needles and are left out in the cold.

Everything depends on whether you can play your role well, life in the world is like opera, if you play well, someone will applaud you, and if you smash the performance, someone may not throw bricks, but someone must snub you.

And the banquet is this kind of stage for testing acting skills, Mo Xuan is the protagonist who is being noticed today, it is like being put under the spotlight light, Mo Xuan feels that everything he does is so conspicuous, and someone accosted him all the time.

With a stiff smile on his face, holding a wine glass, leaving the acquaintance in front of him who had just known him for less than five minutes, Mo Xuan felt a headache, even being chased like a dead dog on the grassland, he had never felt so uncomfortable.

Dodging a female aristocrat dressed like a pheasant once again, Mo Xuan held his wine glass and hid in the corner of the hall, burying himself in the shadows.

Watching the Fourth Prince and Portleme lift weights and talk to everyone with ease, Mo Xuan felt envious, and felt a sigh in his heart that he was not in the same circle with them after all.

After the welcome ceremony, Mo Xuan began to rest, and in fact Mo Xuan had already submitted his resignation to Potlem.

At first, Portlem was startled, but after Mo Xuan told the reason, Portlem already agreed in his heart.

There are a large number of werewolves hiding in the Flame Province and preparing to attack the Mali Kingdom, and Mo Xuan's territory is in the Flame Province, although I don't understand why they didn't act, but whether it is for the safety of the kingdom or the interests of Mo Xuan, there is no reason for Potlem to stop it.

However, Portlem still asked Augustine to rest for a few days before leaving, while Portlem sent the battle report of Arrowstone Castle to the royal capital Iron Wall, and when Augustine's news came down, Mo Xuan could leave