The mountain town is beautiful.

It was autumn and the sky was high and the clouds were far away, and the city of Ferronman broke free from the shadow of war and restored its former tranquility.

The verdant mountains are within reach, the refreshing mountain breeze blows, and the small traders and vendors along the streets have reopened their stalls, and no matter who rules the place, life must go on.

In the direction of the city gate, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves. The pedestrians on the road avoided one after another, and those who dared to gallop in the city of Ferendon must be the generals of Snowton's army, and if they were annoyed, a few lives would not be enough.

Sure enough, the occupants on the horse, all in military attache uniforms, were followed by a team of pro-soldiers, and their faces were drunk. These guys are accustomed to crusading and begging in the east and west, and they are bored when they stay in one place, so they meet to go hunting in the mountains and forests outside the city. Fresh game, accompanied by fine wine, they feasted, and returned drunk, and even behaved much more presumptuously.

"Get out, get out!" The leading general, with big eyes and a beard, looked majestic. He waved his horsewhip and drove away the people who stood in his way, and he was still shouting curses.

His tone was full of the arrogance of the superior. However, the pedestrians who were driven aside dared not speak out, and as the losing side in the war, they could only endure this humiliation. Even if Snowton's public notices were posted everywhere in the city, if a general in the army really "missed" and killed a civilian by mistake, Ebert would turn a blind eye and punish him at most.

Looking at the appearance of those civilians holding their heads, the military attaches laughed. They are victors, conquerors, new masters of the land, and the more fearful they are, the more satisfied they become. It's a feeling more intoxicating than wine, driving kings and generals throughout the ages. Embark on a bloody journey.

The sound of hooves was like thunder, rolling by. Some people can't dodge, and they will inevitably be whipped, crying out in pain, and staggering away. Even some stalls were pulled by galloping horses. The goods rolled to the ground.

Accidents, after all, still happened.

At the corner of the street, a few frolicking young children did not even notice the rampaging horse team. By the time they noticed it, the distance between the two sides was less than twenty paces. For a while, several children were in a hurry, and their first reaction was to hold their heads in their hands and stand in place.

Although Snowton will control the horse is top-notch. But under the anesthesia of alcohol, it was still half a beat slower. The bearded general tightened the reins with both hands, trying to stop the galloping horse, and he didn't want to kill people in the busy streets. But the huge inertia made the horse still neighing and rushing past, and it was about to be splashed with blood on the spot.

There was a burst of exclamations all around, and everyone held their breath. The soft-hearted one turns his head and closes his eyes, and can't bear to look at it anymore. In a bakery on the side of the road. A middle-aged woman wearing a flower cloth towel threw down the baking tools in her hand and ran out of the door screaming at a speed that did not match her bloated body. Obviously, one of the children should be her children. But the incident happened suddenly, and even if she ran fast, it was too late.

Even so, the brave mother rushed forward regardless of it. Even if she herself, she could be buried under the iron hoof at any time.

At this moment, in the blacksmith shop next to him, a burly warrior was stepping out. Seeing this situation, he stepped forward without hesitation, pushed the middle-aged woman away, and immediately protected the children.

The next moment, the galloping horse rushed in, the warrior pushed his palms flat, and with a low shout, dark red energy rushed out.

The horse "plopped" and fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Immediately, the children's cries woke everyone up. The onlookers were stunned to find that the horses had collapsed to the ground, and the generals on horseback had fallen to the side, and the expected tragic scene did not appear, only the scolding bearded general rubbed his sore buttocks and got up.

"Take them back. Dios handed over the child behind him to his mother, who thanked him repeatedly. Since the "Burning City" was interrupted by Cattroman, he has not found the weapon he has in hand, and today on a whim, he went to the blacksmith shop near the camp, but he didn't expect to encounter this kind of scene.

"Which legion are you?" asked the bearded general as he walked up to him with a sullen face, and the knights behind him also turned over and dismounted, and surrounded him with unkind faces.

In a sense, Dios helped him and didn't kill him. But in front of the public, it was really ugly to fall like this, and the bearded general was unhappy and wanted to provoke trouble. However, when he saw that the other party was also wearing Snowton's military uniform, he asked first, so as not to poke Lou Zi.

"I am the commander of the private army who fights with the army. Dios replied indifferently that he had to manage the other forces in the valley, so he did not join the "Wrath of the Vulcan" and did not have a military position.

"Private soldiers?" the general blew his beard and snorted, "You are a private soldier commander, and you dare to take care of my business?"

Dios was silent, there was no need to answer this kind of question.

"How are you going to compensate me for this horse?" the beard became even more angry, and he casually looked for an excuse, wanting to entangle.

"Later, you go to me to get it," Dios said casually, "I see that your horse is just an ordinary war horse, how about paying you two?"

"What are you calling Hanako?" said the bearded general angrily, "Which nobleman's private soldier are you?"

Dios frowned, a little impatient.

"Mine. He was about to speak, when a voice came from beside him. Everyone in the audience turned their heads to look, and Allegri and an elderly general, sitting upright on a tall horse, came slowly.

"Legion Commander!" led by the bearded general, all the military attaches saluted the old general.

"Horn, what's wrong?" Le Ma, the commander of the Fifth Legion, asked in a deep voice.

"There was a little friction with this brother. The bearded general stood up and replied honestly.

At noon, Allegri went to Ebert's banquet, and on his way back he walked with the old general, and when he saw a crowd of people, including those dressed in military attaché uniforms, he came to find out. He exchanged glances with Dios, and knowing that it was not a big deal, he turned his head and mediated with the old general.

Soon, the two sides shook hands and made peace, and each said goodbye and left. Allegri ordered the guards to give up one of their mounts, and was about to have a good chat with Dios, when a middle-aged man suddenly appeared in the crowd of onlookers and waved at him.

Sure he didn't know him, Allegri turned his horse's head and ignored him. But the other party did not give in and quickly followed.

"Go and ask him what is the matter. Allegri shook his head helplessly and ordered the guards behind him.

"Lord Captain," said the soldier, turning around and bowing down, "he says that he is a messenger to one of your old friends. ”

... (To be continued......)

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