PS: Worked hard to code out the second update, the Shura field is temporarily over, and the next is the main line, rushing and rushing~

In late December 1360 in the valley calendar, it was only one day before the Midwinter Festival.

Hirosaw, as always, was frozen in flying snow.

Hiroze is located in the easternmost part of the Cormir Territory, and this swampy area forms the border between Cormir and Sambia, and neither side wants to clear it, and only confronts it when the monsters inside invade the territory.

This area has always been very unpleasant, many areas are primeval forests and primeval swamps, trees shade the sky, swamps are deserted, mosquitoes are very bad, the climate is very poor, the summer is deadly hot, and the winter is deadly cold.

To make matters worse, Hirosawa is home to gnolls, goblins, lizardmen, and trolls, and the swamp is also known for being inhabited by a few small black dragons, one or two Mad Eyes, Ghost Fire, and other strange things.

In the realm, fierce beasts in the wild cannot be provoked casually, which I believe most adventurers are deeply aware of, when a nobleman intends to conquer a region and turn it into his own fiefdom, he often thinks about three questions.

One, am I ready to fight against the aliens for dozens or hundreds of years, for generations to prove to everyone that I am the owner of this land?

Second, am I ready to invest resources, manpower, and material resources for three to five generations in a row, regardless of the cost, and then be prepared to wait for a few more generations to slowly recoup the cost?

Three, am I ready if I focus all my attention on the development of the territory and the security war, and the follow-up investment, the original territory will lose attention, the control will decline, and it may be overthrown, and it may encounter risks, it may be counterattacked by monsters, and in the end, it may lose the old territory?

If all three answers are "yes, I'm ready," then the nobles of the kingdom can be ready to open new territories.

Unfortunately, Hirosawa is a place with a lot of troubles but no good to see at all, so both Cormier and Zambia see Hiroze as a "military buffer zone", and neither country is interested in this rotten land.

This is probably the most off-the-beaten-track place in Cormier.

It was also the place of exile of the former Sallian family.

After Aaron's grandfather, the old Count of Salian, was furious because he escaped from the battle, except for the purple dragon knight Manuel Salian, his wife Yin Lizabeth and son Aaron Salian because of their absence, Aaron IV felt that Manuel had served for many years and did not participate in the defeat, and was pardoned and allowed to inherit the viscount, and the rest of the Salian people were all exiled here.

Their fate was tragic, and exile was generally considered a major punishment second only to the death penalty, especially for the felonies of the Salian family, and Asan IV sentenced them to hard labor, to live by fishing and hunting, to serve them as servants of the local army, and to be under the jurisdiction of the Duke of Kenes-Irish.

This may be difficult to understand, but to use the metaphor that everyone understands, it is "sending Ningguta and enslaving the armor-clad people".

The humidity is extremely heavy, the summer is hot and humid and sultry, the winter is cold and snowy, and the autumn is full of mosquitoes, they have to hand over enough supplies to the border guards every year to serve hard labor, and the materials are also extremely expensive, bedding, oil and salt and other materials can only be transported in for a long time. ….

A third of the Salian people died after less than two years of exile.

Fortunately, the Exiled Land not only has some border troops, but also a warrior monastery, many of the monks in the monastery are followers of the Silver Virgin Suren, and the Salian family has revered the Silver Virgin for generations, so the warrior monks occasionally give these people some meat and cheese, of course, secretly.

In this way, a full decade passed, and the people of the Salian family waited in despair, waiting for the king to forgive them.

The king's amnesty did not wait, but the death of Ahsan IV.

Also, the rise of Aaron Salian.

Aaron's rise gave hope to the Salians of Hiroze, especially when Duke Kenes returned to Susar after a trip to Susar, and his attitude towards the down-and-out nobles who had been exiled for 10 years improved, and the Duke restrained his soldiers from insulting them.

After all, the down-and-out aristocracy is a common joke all over the world.

As Aaron's fame grew, the Duke of Kenes continued to reduce their annual quota of supplies and send winter clothes, and for the first time in 10 years, the Salian people were able to eat meat and use a brazier for heating during the Midwinter Festival.

"I knew Manuel's children were promising!"

"Aaron, I saw him when he was three years old, and I knew this child was the savior of our people!"

"When is this kid going to pick us up and take us back to Susar?"

Some people have begun to dream of returning to Susal to live a noble life again, and some people even think that the title will not come back, but Susar's Salian Mansion is the ancestral property of our family, why did the Aaron family occupy it? Such a good mansion, it's no problem to live for 20 people.

In response to the remarks of these elders, Maximian Sarian (who has been stripped of his surname) simply shook his head.

Maximian is theoretically Aaron Salian's cousin, his father Carlos is the theoretical first in line to the title of Count Salian, and he is Carlos's eldest son.

Maximian's body is sturdy, his whole body is full of streamlined muscles, and years of wind and frost have made him look like he is only twenty-three years old, but he can vaguely see the shadow of the chic noble son of the year, from a carefully cultivated excellent heir to a weathered youth, Maximian has experienced too much over the years.

Since his exile to Guangze, Maximian has also endured numerous tortures.

But the family did not give up on him, and Maximian, as the eldest grandson, was pinned on the most hopes, and the clan managed to send him to a nearby monk's monastery, so that Maximian gave up his warrior profession and re-established himself as a monk.

Sword Saint Sect Warrior Monk!

This is also a helpless thing, after all, only the warrior monk hardly needs any resources, only pays attention to the training of "mind, body, and technique", through strict precepts and solid training, the warrior monk can also embark on the path of the strong.

This is one of the hardest career paths.

Maximian had no choice, and in a way, he carried the hopes of the whole clan. ….

Today, the Midwinter Festival is approaching, the exiled tribesmen gathered, there were more than twenty men in total, they were eating hot pot around a large wooden table in the middle, and the Salian tribesmen, who had spent ten years in such a bitter cold place, were already thinking about how to return to Susal with dignity, how to negotiate with Aaron, let him take out a part of the ancestral property and return to the family.

There are even clansmen who want Aaron to go further, he better become stronger and more famous, if this warlock can be upgraded to legendary strength, maybe he can make Cormier the old Count of Salian "***" is unknown.

How can it be so easy? Maximian shook his head helplessly after hearing this.

Ten years of hard work, discipline, and training as a warrior monk of the Sword Saint Sect had made Aaron's cousin aware of the power of discipline and kindness, and he was silent in the face of everyone's jokes.

The wind and snow outside were very strong, but the atmosphere inside the wooden longhouse was even hotter, and Maximian couldn't stand this atmosphere a little, so he got up: "Father, I'll go to the kitchen and see what else is there."

"Okay." Carlos nodded, he was already an old man in his fifties, and his only wish at this time was to find a way to send his son back to Susar.

Maximian got up and went to the kitchen in the longhouse, he took a deep breath, and was about to see if there was any pork left from Duke Kenes, when suddenly there was a clutter of footsteps outside.

Knight, the "Left Hand of the God", led a group of black-robed men to the stage, and they strode into the longhouse, and outside the longhouse, there were the corpses of many of the guards who were responsible for guarding the Salian family.

"Who?" Carlos immediately stood up, and Aaron's uncle had realized that something was wrong.

"Who? Kill you." Knight, the left hand of the gods, grinned, his hair was as disgusting as pickled kelp, and his small eyes, large nose, and sausage mouth made him look more like a country vendor than an assassin, especially

It was he who slurred his speech, and clearly spoke the lingua franca, which sounded more like the language of the great goblins.

However, he and several black-robed men behind him told everyone that he was not a country vendor.

He's a killer of death traffickers!

By this time, everyone had already reacted, due to the deregulation, most of the Salian people had some basic weapons, such as sticks, daggers, axes and hammers, and some even grabbed the bowl on the table, and threw the knife and fork in their hands towards Knight.

Unfortunately, Knight easily flashed all the projectiles, he laughed wildly, his body fell down, his muscles twitched, and his legs kicked as fast as a phantom, as fast as lightning!

Holding two daggers upside down, Kate, the left hand of the god, flashed the stabbing wooden stick, and the killing dance composed of two daggers advanced under the long table, and all the Salian people sitting at the table were disemboweled, disemboweled, or killed by slitting their throats!

Several black-robed people in the back followed in, and in an instant, blood flowed all over the ground in the longhouse, and corpses were everywhere.

"My lord Suren is above." Carlos, the son of the old Count of Salian, turned pale, and he silently recited the holy name of Suren and reached for the scimitar at his waist.

Carlos knew he might have a chance to escape in the first place.

But he didn't want to run away a second time. ….

Escaping with his father once, Carlos gave everything, even the whole clan.

Now that he's in his fifties, run away again?

No, one insult is enough.

Come on!

Carlos roared, he was old, his physical strength was not good, his skills were rusty, but he had the most experience!

Faced with the flying debris and the onslaught of killers, Carlos accurately judged the attack line of the attacker, and he took a step sideways and stood in position, like the best old hunter, striking at the moment when Knight was about to kill him.

Combat Skill - Burst Strike!

Knight sneered, his dull eyes flashed with contempt, and in the face of old Carlos's inevitable blow, what the left hand of God did was forcibly twist his body, spinning the dagger in his hand, and slashing upward.

"Bell~" The dagger and the scimitar collided together, and sparks flew everywhere.

However, nothing happened.

Carlos's expression was stunned for a while, this is a stunt he has practiced for forty years! This move is a mixture of bright and dark energy, and using the power skills of the whole body, it would have been enough to knock a knight in gear to the ground!

But this killer actually blocked it directly with a dagger?

"Hmph~" Knight continued to laugh a few times, he licked his tongue, the dagger flipped over, Carlos felt an uncontrollable force and was forced to drop the scimitar, and before he could react, a spear pierced his chest, nailing him firmly to the wooden pillar.

Then Knight began his performance, the left hand of the god danced in front of Carlos, the dagger in his hand flew up and down in a very fast and regular rhythm, and pieces of fresh meat of about the same size were stripped from Uncle Aaron's body, no matter how Carlos screamed and struggled, the pieces of meat that Knight cut were so neat and uniform that the error was extremely small.

The epidermis, the flesh, the meridians, and finally the bones.

Carlos is still alive, though he feels like he might as well be dead.

The left hand of the god, whose whole body was red with blood, took a few steps back, looked at his work with satisfaction, he was amazed, and casually threw the pieces of meat on the table and the ground into the boiling pot, shook them, and put them in his mouth.

After chewing vigorously for a while, Kami's left hand showed a confused expression.

It seems like...... Nothing special, huh?

Didn't he feel a strange power in the blood of Salian's people?

My lord...... Am you mistaken?

As soon as the thought came to mind, Knight quickly shook his head.

The Prince of the Dark Sun never makes mistakes, only the believers do not understand right.

Accidental Warlock Mutation?

The left hand of the god was still thinking, and the black-robed men under his command had returned, but in just a few minutes, all the Salian exiles in Guangze had been killed.

They are all black-robed guards of the left hand of the gods, and the only thing they have in common is that they are both cannibals.

Cannibals are cursed, this is the accepted rule of the gods of mankind.

Only the great, divine and benevolent Prince of the Dark Sun is willing to give them a chance.

"Your Excellency, we killed everyone, but two escaped!"

"Who escaped?!" Knight's eyes were fierce and fierce.

"It's a warrior monk who fled with a woman on his back, and the speed was so fast that we couldn't catch up." The black-robed man trembled.

"Rubbish!" Knight slapped the black-robed man in the face with his left hand.

"Yes!" The black-robed man was fanned to the ground, and he immediately got up in panic.

"Rubbish!" Another slap in God's left hand.

"Yes!" The black-robed man was knocked out and hit the pillar, and crawled to the ground again.

"Hmph~ However, it's okay to let that warrior monk declare it to the world, to that little *** of the Salian family."

"This is the fate of anyone who dares to rebel against the greatest, holies, and supreme sun!"

"Fear, tremble, Aaron Salian, you're next!".

The Emperor of the Han Dynasty