One of the Terran kingdoms, "St. George", is located at the southwest end of the continent, and the royal city is called Dorus, which means the place of guard. To the northeast of its territory is bordered by orc-occupied grasslands, and the wide Whitemane River separates this region from the kingdom's territory, forming the only northern province of St. George, Victor.

The Victor region is known as the land of fish and rice in St. George's flat land and fertile soil, which is ideal for growing food crops, and for this reason, St. George's successive monarchs never thought of giving up the land, despite the fact that it was raided by the orcs of the north every year.

Famedos, the northernmost fortress of mankind, is also the northernmost city of the human world. Its tall walls stood like mountains on the ground, with hundreds of huge crossbows and cannons on top of the walls, and soldiers wearing blue tasseled helmets stood at the top of the walls with weapons, and they were watching closely to the north through the female walls, and they could be detected in time if there was any wind urging the grass.

Behind the walls are the houses, which are of varying heights and heights, and the streets divide the city into districts, either wide or narrow.

People walk through these streets on weekdays, they will go to shops or markets to buy daily necessities, and often go to these places to earn money to support their families.

But now the streets are deserted, and even if people walk down the street, they are in a hurry, and when they buy something, they will immediately return the way they came, without saying a word of gossip.

Da Da Da ......

The sound of horses' hooves was particularly abrupt on the empty streets, but unfortunately no one cared, they just wanted to get their errands done and go home quickly, and when winter came, Famedos was about to turn into a battlefield full of gunsmoke and fire.

"It's almost a war, why are there so many people here who haven't been evacuated?" the young man on the Ragon horse asked his companion.

This young man had elven ears, but his stature was much taller than that of elves, his face was handsome, his body was muscular, and he did not feel weak at all like elves. If you go from south to north, people who have seen a lot will recognize this as a mixed race at a glance.

His companion was a human, dressed in high-grade armor with demonic emblems, and the golden feathers on his helmet danced in the wind, announcing his master's extraordinary status.

"Oh, Marlowe, how is it possible to pull them all to the rear, do you know how much population there is in all of Famedos?" the human asked in an exaggerated tone.

"Fifty thousand?"

The young human shook his head.

"One hundred thousand?" said Marlowe when he saw that the other party was about to shake his head again. "Paul, don't sell it, let's say, how many people are there in this northern fortress and human granary?"

Paul slowed the horse's speed and then stretched out his two hands, one with a straight index finger and the other with a curved index finger.

"190,000, a full 190,000, not to mention the entire province of Victor, the total population can reach 540,000. St. George simply didn't have that many boats to transport them across the Whitemane River, and there was no place for them to live temporarily. ”

"Did you know that if we transport them in batches and settle them down, it will take half a year, when the cold winter has passed, and we will miss the opportunity for spring planting if we bring people over, so we only bring people who cannot be accommodated in the city, so that we can not only reduce the pressure on the country, but also reclaim the farmland in time for the next year. ”

Because I returned to my country with my brother, I ...... Perhaps it should be said that he returned to his father's country, Paul was in a very good mood, and after passing through the portal, he kept introducing Marlowe to St. George, the land under his feet.

The two arrived in Famedos early yesterday morning, and Paul spent more than an hour asking the court priest to dispose of his broken arm, and then spent another day and a night reviewing and processing the official documents that had accumulated over the past few days, and then this morning invited Marlowe to go with him to the city walls to inspect the soldiers' defenses.

In order not to cause panic among the people, Marlowe left the tribe and several of them in their temporary shelters, and then followed Paul on the tall ragon horse to the walls of Famedos.

Seeing that there were still many residents on the street, Marlowe couldn't help but ask the previous question.

Thinking that the total population of the vast grassland was only about 900,000, Marlowe couldn't help but sigh: "There are more than 500,000 people in one province, and human beings are indeed the most fertile race......

In the face of Marlowe's emotion, Paul smiled: "You are wrong, the most fertile races are definitely those green elves, they can give birth to five children a year." ”

"Well, I did say it wrong. Marlowe had to admit. "But aren't you afraid that the city will be breached, and if the city is lost, the people of the city will be in danger. ”

The smile on Paul's face disappeared, and he said solemnly: "It is indeed possible, the city of Cuvir west of Farmados fell thirteen years ago, and 80,000 people in the city were slaughtered, and not a single person was left alive. ”

"Sorry, I don't think I should have brought up this topic. ”

"It's okay, there's nothing we can't say between us. Paul bared his white teeth again.

He slapped Marlowe on the chest with his backhand, and then said confidently. "But I'm sure Famedos won't be lost, and there are some of St. George's most elite troops stationed here, and aren't there you?"

"Me?"

"Of course, you are the future Great Chief of the Prairie Tribes!" Paul said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Marlowe laughed dumbly and said, "My brother, this joke of yours is really a joke. ”

Paul turned his head to look at Marlowe and asked with a serious face, "What, don't you want to be the wolf king who rules the entire northern grassland?"

"Yes, of course I do. Only by ruling all the tribes of the steppe will I have the opportunity to help my father realize his great dream!"

"It's a tough road, but I'll help you!" Paul said, holding out his hand.

"Good!"

The two young people clapped their hands hard, and then their hands clasped together, this is a promise between brothers, even if the road ahead is full of thorns, but the brothers' hands will always support you behind your back.

"Two young men, let's go, we must deal with this side as soon as possible. Gandalf reminded from the side.

Master Saruman had already left yesterday, and the only one who was with Paul at this time was the white-robed Master Gandalf, who would open the portal to the city of King St. George's - Dorles - after Paul had taken care of the matter here.

This time, Paul decided to seek the help of his father, Barbarossa Williams, who was still only a prince, and many things could only be carried out with his father's consent, and as long as his father was willing to help, it would be much easier for Marlowe to do this time......

(End of Volume 1.) The second volume is the history of the rise of the Warcry Tribe, readers, give more votes, kneel and beg!)