In the small camp, the campfires make a crisp burst from time to time.

Barron ate the gnocchi while glancing at Hardy from time to time.

Hardy naturally felt it, he didn't raise his eyes, but said angrily: "Always look at what I do, I don't like men." ”

"No, you're ......" Barron pointed to the elite Silver Wingers around him, "Did you know my father was going to make a deal with you when you sent them so early?" Or did you want to shovel the Jefferson's backyard for a long time? ”

"It was just an accident." Hardy said seriously.

Barron shook his head vigorously: "Do you think I'll believe it?" ”

Hardy sighed softly, believing it or not.

But Barron really didn't believe it.

Because Hardy is now very famous and is recognized as a big man.

The so-called celebrities naturally have filters.

Many times, the success of celebrities due to some coincidences, or the victory brought by the platform or environment, will always be regarded by outsiders as their 'wise' choice.

These unexpected successes are attributed to the abilities of celebrities.

The current Hardy also has such an aura in the eyes of others.

He asked the Silver Wing Cavalry Regiment to leave first, it was really just a simple escape, which was more convenient.

After all, running two days earlier can have some early advantages.

There will be fewer obstacles.

The reason why they ran here is simply that the troops on this road are relatively empty.

And at this time, it is just a coincidence that the pro-soldiers are stationed in this place.

It's just that many people can't believe it's a coincidence.

Barron didn't dare even more.

After eating the gnocchi, Hardy went back to sleep in his tent.

Barron looked at Hardy's back, and there was more jealousy in his eyes than admiration.

Then he went back to sleep in a tent that had been arranged for him.

It's just that he couldn't sleep, and he thought about it all night.

Thinking of his family, if he was really hostile to Hardy one day, how could he, the successor, win it.

And then the more I thought about it, the more terrible it became.

When it was dawn the next day, Barron walked out of the tent with a pair of dark circles under his eyes.

He watched as Hardy was eating with a group of pro-soldiers, and walked over as well.

Then he looked at Hardy vigorously, subconsciously imitating everything about the other party.

The other person's eyes, the other party's attitude, the other party's expression.

Learning from the strong is one of the family mottos of the Maga family.

After breakfast, Barron pulled out the map he had prepared earlier.

Hardy watched it for a while, then asked the pro-army to continue to camp here, and then he rode his war horse and walked with Barron to a high mountain point.

There is a panoramic view of the entire city of Philadepia.

A huge city, built by the sea.

Three deep-water ports, full of busy merchant ships coming and going.

"It seems that the business environment in this place should be good." Hardy exclaimed.

Just the next moment, something hit him in the face.

I saw a large ship that clearly looked like a warship appeared on the seashore.

It did not run to the docks of the three harbors, but stuck to the sea, stopping at the north side of the city.

"What is this ship going to do?" There's something strange about Hardy.

At this time, Barron suddenly thought of something, and his expression became a little subtle.

Soon, a puff of green smoke came out of the white-sailed warship.

This puff of green smoke drifted away with the southeast wind and soon covered the northwest corner of the city.

Hardy had a good eyesight, and after opening the Nightmare vision, he could even see everyone running under the green mist, and then he fell to the ground and struggled after a while.

It didn't take long for the people under the green smoke to stop.

Hardy froze, and in disbelief, he opened his nightmare vision wider and saw farther.

And then it was indeed found that the people under the green smoke were all dead.

Hardy could even faintly see the black blood they spat out.

After the ship finished casting the green smoke, it slowly drove into the nearest dock.

In other words, this warship belongs to the city of Philadepia.

At this time, Hardy felt that his scalp was numb.

After coming to Ajja in the north, Hadi felt that his three views were refreshed again and again.

Franci's aristocrats do have a lot of fun, they just love to engage in relationships between men and women, and love to eat pharaonic meat.

Even if there are aristocrats who bully men and women, they will only harm a few, or even a dozen, in a year.

And the kind of aristocracy that is pure badass is also very low in Francie.

But here in Ajca, in just a few days, Hadi has seen two things that have broken the bottom line of human morality.

The lord of this city actually used poisonous fog to massacre his own people on a large scale?

This is too outrageous, too exaggerated.

Hardy turned to look at Barron.

Barron swallowed and said, "The lord of this city is Anderson Dotru, and he is an alchemist. ”

"Alchemist?" Hardy frowned: "So he's just using his own people for potion experiments?" ”

Barron could clearly sense that Hardy was angry.

He didn't know why, he felt very scared, and said, "Brother-in-law, I just heard about it...... Don't be mad at me. ”

"You say."

Barron licked his lips and continued: "The Dotru family, they were beaten by the elves once, and the specific cause is not clear. ”

"When?"

"More than thirty years ago." Barron explained in a whisper, "Dotru was only about eight years old at the time, and he watched as the elves released a poisonous mist from the sky and killed his grandfather, father, uncle, and all other adult males. Then when he grew up, he became an alchemist. ”

"And then?"

"He's afraid the elves will come back." Barron whispered: "So every two or three years, he will come to a poison test to raise the vigilance of the people, in case the elves really come, they can be prepared, and in doing so, they can also strengthen the people's anti-toxicity." ”

Hardy felt ridiculous, and he said coldly: "People have been poisoned, which can be regarded as improving poison resistance." ”

Barron said with a bitter face: "In fact, the entire northern Ajacca people know about this, in the past, he was quite careful with poison, even if someone died, it was only one or two, but this time it seems that the dose was overused, so ......"

Hardy was silent, quietly looking at the harbor ahead.

Barron cautiously asked, "Brother-in-law, are you angry?" ”

"Nothing." Hardy said with a faint expression: "I'm just wondering if this Lord Dotru is our target." ”

"He's just one of them." Barron swallowed.

In Hardy's eyes, he saw the frost and the flames.

"Oh, that's a coincidence." Hardy shook his head helplessly and said, "Barron, do you think we can directly raid now, and there is any hope of successfully breaking the city?" ”

"Of course!"

Barron nodded vigorously and said firmly. (End of chapter)