The sound of horses' hooves drew closer, Elsa drew her greatsword, and Martin blew her horn. The galloping horse stopped outside the camp, and Shavina hurried into the camp.

"Aren't you going home? ”

Aisha asked as she thrust her greatsword back behind her back.

"There's no time to explain, Captain Sitos?" Savina anxiously searched the crowd for the leader of the expedition.

"I'm here, what's going on?" said Sitos made his way through the crowd to Savina's side.

Savina told Sitos about the severity of the Blood Poison curse, and Sitos told everyone about it, and everyone was shocked.

Knowing the consequences, the expedition team traveled all night and finally arrived at Waterdeep late the night after being informed by Shavina.

However, it was already too late.

The power of the curse traveled through time and space, and with the invisible connection between the bloodlines, it had already taken effect the moment everyone was enveloped.

There was a miserable scene in Waterdeep, crying all over the sky, and some of the members of the family's huge expedition were left alone.

Elsa's last relative, Aunt Linda, who accompanied Shavina to buy weapons and equipment, also did not escape the curse.

"Martin~"

Aisha was crying, and Martin's shirt was completely soaked.

"Elsa, don't be too sad! don't you still have me?" Martin hugged Aisha and comforted him softly. Martin was lucky that he didn't fall under the curse and was really poisoned.

The death of hundreds of people overnight caused a huge shock in Waterdeep, and in order to prevent such an event, the council of Waterdeep decided to unite with Neverwinter to carry out a sweep of the trolls in the area.

After night and night, Zhu Ba followed the map in the exploration option across the entire Sword Mountain Range, and finally rushed back to his home in the Desha Woodland on the third day.

But what awaits him is not a warm home, a Savina's embrace, but a funeral.

Presiding over the funeral was Savina's master, the old ranger Bairo.

"Shavina, I'm back. ”

Zhu Ba walked up to Shavina's side and called softly.

Sha Weina turned her head in a daze, two tear stains on her pretty and fair face hung like a waterfall, and when she saw that it was Zhu Ba, she squatted down and hugged Zhu Ba violently, crying bitterly.

The funeral proceeded slowly, and Zhu Ba's mind was also playing the beautiful bits and pieces of the past eight years like a movie, the gentle elf woman and the cheerful human man, the innocent and lovely Savina and the delicious roast leg of lamb, all circulating over and over again.

They will live happily in the kingdom of God. Zhu Ba comforted Sha Weina in a low voice.

Hearing Zhu Ba's comfort, Savina hugged her tighter, tears soaking Zhu Ba's fur.

The funeral ended under the auspices of the old ranger Bayro, and Zhu Ba accompanied Shavina back to his silent home.

A week has passed since the funeral, and the strong Savina has recovered, confirmed her old enemy, and trained desperately to kill more trolls in the future to avenge her parents.

Early that morning, Shavina was practicing with Zhu Ba when a guest from Waterdeep knocked on the door of his house. "Martin, why are you here? Aren't you on a mission to Neverwinter?"

Shavina looked at the guest in front of her and couldn't help but be surprised.

"I haven't set out yet, but that's what I'm looking for you. Martin smiled and pulled a money bag and a scroll from his bosom and placed them in Savina's hand. "This is the reward for your last mission, and the Adventurer's Guild commissioned me to bring it here. Plus, this scroll was brought to me by the council of Waterdeep. ”

Savina opened the scroll, and the soft parchment was covered with smooth and beautiful text.

"Yours sincerely, Savina Etta is hereby invited to join the delegation to Winterfell. Waterdeep Council Office. ”

In front of outsiders, Zhu Ba was inconvenient to speak, so he asked in Shavina's heart.

"Shavina, what's written on it?"

"Waterdeep wants us to join the Legation and head to Neverwinter. Savina replied in her mind.

"Martin, I received the invitation from the Waterdeep Council, when will I leave?"

"Three days later. Martin replied.

"Okay, I'll see you then. ”

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Neverwinter. It takes its name from the Neverwinter River, which flows through the city.

Legend has it that there is a dormant volcano in the Neverwinter Forest, and the waters of the Neverwinter River become as warm as spring after flowing through the volcano, which nourishes the Neverwinter Forest and brings the four-year climate to Neverwinter.

Thanks to the warmth of the Neverwinter River and the skill of the city's gardeners for generations, the city is full of evergreen flowers and trees even in the coldest months.

"Hmm~"

Scout Charlie put down the binoculars in his hand, turned around and raised the huge horn made of the horns of the powerful minotaur in the dark region on the shelf next to him, inhaled hard, and then the strong chest muscles tried to compress the countless bubbles in his lungs, so that the warm and humid Northland air that was unique to Neverwinter City just now rushed into the horn through the throat, and a loud sound appeared over the city wall and hovered endlessly.

"Orc raid, all on alert! Artillery squad ready to fire! Archers ready for follow-up sniping!"

Stuart is the commander of this city defense force, he calmly commands, at this time of year, Winterfall is always attacked by several orcs, but in the face of the strength of the city defense standard protection force that completely throws off the number of orcs, Stuart feels a little numb.

"Boom~, boom~, boom~"

A continuous shelling sounded, and as soon as the shelling squad was ready, the first shells were fired.

These cannons and bombs were made and gifted to the lord by the city's skilled craftsmen, because under the lord's leadership, Neverwinter has become the most brilliant jewel in the Northland outside of Waterdeep, it is civilized but not arrogant, crowded but not greedy, charming but not bizarre, colorful glass lamps, accurate water clocks and elegant jewelry have become its calling card to spread all over the world.

The ammunition fired from the cannon was so powerful that once it hit the ground, it instantly exploded into a ball of high-temperature flames several feet in diameter, and at the same time, shrapnel shot dozens of feet in all directions, completely bringing death to all living beings within those tens of feet.

After one test shot, a continuous stream of bombs rushed out of the muzzle, and blood-colored flowers bloomed on the other side of the Winterless River.

"The orcs have stormed the bridge, stop the shelling! the archers are ready!

The wide Neverwinter River is a rough patch, and three huge bridges, each dozens of feet wide, and without any piers underneath, are the Dolphin Bridge, the Pterodactyl Bridge, and the Sleeping Dragon Bridge.

Each bridge has been carved into the shape of the creature that named it, as if it were there that they had fallen asleep, eternal, and will continue to sleep forever, the jewel of Neverfall and the wonder of the Northlands.

Seeing the orcs rushing onto the bridge, in order to prevent the bridge from being destroyed, Stuart had to order the artillery to stop firing, leaving the archers to play.

He stroked his fat chin with a cyan beard, and his tiny eyes flashed with doubt.

"It's strange, the first few orc raids would collapse without a fight as long as a few rounds of artillery fire were fired, why did this group of orcs not retreat after such a big battle loss?"

"Charlie, give me your binoculars. ”

Stuart said to Charlie, the scout standing nearby, who immediately removed the binoculars from his waist and handed them over.

Stuart placed the telescope over his right eye and began to observe the battlefield.

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