It is not known that after walking in the forest for several days, Boris was exhausted. Hunger, cold, like a flood, he opened the last bag of grain with trembling hands, and inside was frozen black bread, hard enough to swallow.

Snow, snow everywhere, white expanse, the sky is always shrouded in a layer of haze, as if the sun is forever penetrating this gray and dead place. It had been a long time since he had felt the temperature of the sun.

Boris grabbed a pile of snow on the ground, stuffed it into his mouth, and ate the snow to quench his thirst. It's just that until this time, Boris still had only one goal in his heart - to find and destroy the Ten Thousand Demon Rocks. He stalks the Beastmen, however, it turns out that in the Wild Jungle, the Beastmen are better at hiding their whereabouts, who is the hunter and who is the prey. Boris can't tell anymore.

He sat down against a large tree, took out the last loaf of bread, and was about to take a bite when suddenly a cold arrow flew from the depths of the woods. Boris was defenseless, and the arrow cluster shot into the shoulder socket, and the pain made Boris subconsciously throw away the bread in his hand. The next moment, more arrows flew out from the depths of the woods, whizzing between the bare trunks.

Accompanied by the roaring rain of arrows, hundreds of bloodthirsty beastmen, Boris grabbed the iris shield he was wearing, and hid under a large tree to avoid the arrows coming from behind.

After the arrows were fired, there were hordes of crazy beastmen, and it was clear that in this dark and lightless forest, humans were the prey, and the beastmen were the hunters.

Breaking the crude arrows stuck in his shoulder sockets, Boris drew his weapons, the Night's Watch Tomahawk and the Knight's Sword. His hands were bloody, his body was weak, and his breath turned into a white mist in the air. The beastmen roared, trying to tear the weak human apart.

"Father, forgive me, your unfilial son, I will die in this cold land in the glory of a warrior. Father, forgive me...... I didn't bring shame on my family!"

Dennis...... My dear. Forgive me, never to see each other again in this life. I love you and love you deeply......"

Boris prayed earnestly in front of the mad and bloodthirsty beastmen, hoping that his words would be heard by the gods and brought to the ears of his lover. However, perhaps, this is simply not possible.

There is no choice.

Looking up at the sky, Boris brandished two weapons and rushed forward with a roar.

An axe split the head of one of the horned beasts, and with a twist of the sword, he pierced the lower abdomen of the other. The tomahawk swirled in his hand, cutting down the next one. Blood spurted out of the beastmen's bodies like fountains, instantly staining Boris's black suit.

He bent over, sideways to dodge, provoking enemy attacks with his longsword, and slashing at close range with his tomahawk, one by one the beastmen fell under his tomahawk and sword.

However, as the battle progressed, Boris's physical strength became more and more exhausted. He hadn't had enough food or clothing for three days, and the cold was eating away at him, and Boris felt his movements become much slower and stiffer. After cutting down a horned beast armed with a short spear, he pulled out the short spear and threw it desperately, knocking down another rushing beastman and nailing it to the trunk of a tree.

He was out of breath, gulping in for air, getting faster and faster. However, after one wave of Beastmen fell, another, more ferocious wave of Beastmen. This human is a terrible opponent, however, the beastmen are not stupid either, and they seem to see that the body of this human warrior is no longer good. He's bleeding and panting. More crucially, he is only one person. And they, a group.

Roar Roar Roar ......

The roar sounded again, and in his weakness, Boris seemed to see Dennis, who had become queen, staring at him among the trees. She was so elegant, wearing a crown of ice and snow and holding a golden scepter in her hand, a symbol of royal power. At the top of the scepter, there is also a large ruby.

She stared at him......

Boris was awakened from his hallucination by a piercing roar, and a burly bighorn roared and smashed the mace. Boris rolled around with great difficulty, and as he got up, he stabbed a sword into the ball of the bighorn's foot, pinning the rough foot to the ground, and turning sideways, the tomahawk slashed the muscles of the bighorn's back.

Blood gushed out, and just as Boris was about to draw his sword nailed to the foot of the Great Horn, an inferior spear stabbed him in the back.

Yes......

Boris screamed at the pain, and he looked back to see a badhorn with a head full of abscesses and fangs grinning at him. Enraged, Boris kicked the ugly monster down, and he pounced, and the tomahawk slashed down, slashing through the head of the badhorn. Brains and blood flowed all over the horned beast's face.

However, before Boris could get up, a thick mallet struck him from behind and smashed Boris to the ground with a hammer.

He felt pitch black in front of him, and the beastmen were stepping on him, squeaking.

Father...... I'm sorry......

I'm sorry......

Boris was speechless, and before he died, he silently repented in his heart.

However, the Beastman's death with a hammer did not happen. Just as Boris gave up resistance, the beastman on his body suddenly ran away in terror as if he had seen a devil.

He seemed to hear—the strange and familiar sound of the trumpet...... Horn of the Ugor cavalry......

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In the depths of the Bandaga Palace in Kislev, Culture Minister Branislavic handed Rhodes the latest rehearsal program. Above are the details of the performances of more than a dozen stage plays, including the titles and specific contents. To ensure clarity, Rhodes also required that the main idea be marked at the end of each script.

Ivanovich put together a detailed list in accordance with this criterion and requirements.

The first program is the Chronicles of the Gods, which tells the saga of the three gods of Kislev – Thor, Daha, and Urson, as well as the saga of the heroes they have blessed with. On stage, each hero will appear in turn to show off one of their most legendary battles or adventures.

This show alone lasts for an hour and a half. As requested, Ivanovich marked the central idea column - showing the three gods of Kislev, so that the public can understand Thor, Daha, and Father Urson. Show the protection of the three gods for Kislev and the blessing of their chosen ones. Enhance the people's identification with and reverence for the three gods.

The second show is the Witch and the King. Rhodes took a look at it, and the content was about the early days of Kislev's founding, the contribution of the Frost Witches to the kingdom during the founding of the country, and their brave fighting and fearless sacrifice. And how the first kings led their people to work hard in this cold and barren land to establish a kingdom.

The central idea is written - to show the history of the hard work of the ancestors of Kislev to create their own homeland, and to enhance the national self-esteem and sense of belonging of the common people. Sing the praises of witches' selfless devotion and importance to the kingdom......

After reading it, Rhodes nodded with satisfaction, but there are still a few things that need to be modified, such as too high emotional meanings are not necessary to be expressed, and the lines in many places are too dramatic and too literary, which is meaningless for ordinary civilians, not only can't be understood, but also feel boring. What Rod asks is that it is vivid and simple, but not fun, so that the public will not be bored watching it, and if the performance becomes mandatory, then there will be no meaning. It can also be counterproductive.

Looking at the script, Rod picked up a quill, corrected it on it, and pointed out the maze. Minister Ivanovich could only stand at his desk, looking at each other with a worried expression. With each stroke of the Great Lord, the more inadequate his work became. It's just that, from the beginning to the end, I didn't see the big lord's face look gloomy.

Naturally, Rod doesn't blame him, a similar stage show in Kislev has never been held on a large scale, and it's normal that no one has experience. They still have time, the Grand Theater has just started, and it will be at least a year before it is completed. During this time, they have time to rehearse and hold small performances.