Liaich, the head of the city is set for wine.

The cold wind was cold, and the face was like a knife, but most of Snowton's generals were Northland heroes, but they felt familiar and friendly.

Two blazing bonfires burned beside them, which the defenders had prepared in advance, but they didn't even have time to light the beacon fire, and the city was breached.

"Ljajci is as strategic as the city of Severa," said King Nacini, who was on the throne, raising his glass in praise, "and drinking it to the fullest of his might." ”

"Drink with the king!" the generals in the audience responded with a bang, grunting and pouring wine into their stomachs, and secretly comparing with each other.

"Why do you still have a layer of bottom in the glass, you coward?" Costa squinted at Fran next to him, and sneered, "But isn't it enough to drink?"

"Heh, your subordinates are defeated, still not convinced?" Fran sneered and beckoned, "Come on, serve wine, I'm going to drink three bowls with this guy to see who is the coward." ”

"Three bowls, that's thirty bowls, what am I afraid of?" Costa, patting his chest, opened his coat and moved his shoulders as if he was going to do a big job.

"Drink!" "Drink!" the other generals laughed and coaxed, even King Nacini was not upset. He sat down on the top with a smile, turned his head and ordered, "Bring all the fine wine collected from the city lord's mansion, don't ruin the interest of the generals." ”

Sitting at the bottom of the table were two young military attachés. Seeing that Sheryl beside him was a little restrained, Sunia leaned over and laughed in a low voice, "This is a celebration banquet, you can eat and drink, the king will not blame." ”

"Okay, okay. Sherrill nodded and replied in a low voice. He attended the banquet as the temporary prefect of the "Vulcan's Fury".

"I'm Sunia," Sunia smiled. confirmed, "You're Captain Sheryl of Vulcan's Wrath, right?"

"Yes, sir. "Sherrill clearly hasn't let go yet.

"What my lord, the two of us are about the same rank," Sunia said to him, one by one. "Those two generals who fight for wine are Commander Costa of 'Black Flag' and Commander Fran of 'Blue Coat'...... The Blackbeard General beside the king was the commander of Agassi of the 'Golden Hibiscus', and further down was the Schwiegler commander of the light cavalry unit, who was also the deputy commander of the Second Legion......"

When he introduced, he would occasionally intersperse some anecdotes about the army, and Sherrill listened to them with relish. The two quickly became acquainted.

On the other side, Costa and Fran were still undecided, each with five or six empty wine bowls stacked in front of them. Costa, who is as black as a cow, swallows no matter how much he drinks, and still has the upper hand. And Fran, who is as fair-skinned as a woman, is also a ruthless character when it comes to drinking, he doesn't drink fast, but he is very rhythmic. Take a bite and take a bite without noticing. The bowl has bottomed out.

"Which of the two generals thinks they will win?" said King Nacini with a sip and asked Cartroman and Agassi on either side.

"Even now, Fran's eyes are still bright, and he doesn't seem to be drunk," Agassi laughed. "I think he's more likely to win. ”

"No," Carter Roman, shaking his head, retorted, "this guy is Costa. I have always had a brute strength, and I want to drink him down, but it's not so easy. ”

"Then I'll bet on them both," King Nacini said casually, "Winter is coming, and I plan to lead my army back to the Green River Valley to rest, two generals, would you like to go with me?"

"And who will defend the city of Leajć?" asked Cartroman, looking around at the generals.

"Sunia, what do you think?" said King Nacini to the other side, the young staff officer, who was talking with great interest.

"Could it be too young?" said Cartroman's brow furrowed slightly.

"He is loyal and capable," explained King Nacini, "but he is not very qualified, but it is precisely because of this that it is worth cultivating." ”

"It's fine. Carter Romans was silent for a moment, and said no more in disagreement.

"I'm going to leave 40,000 troops behind and garrison the city of Leajich," King Nacini paused and began to introduce the next marching strategy, "Send the 'Black Banner' and the 'Blue Cloth Long Shot' to march together to destroy the scattered desert cavalry, and the other troops will return to the Green River Valley with the 'Golden Hibiscus' to rest for the time being, the Eighth and Tenth Legions have just mutinied, and we need an army to protect the safety of the 'Path of the Light'." ”

"The king's arrangement is quite appropriate. Agassi, who was a loyal man, rarely raised objections.

"Your Majesty, it's better to leave the 'Vulcan's Wrath' behind," Cat Romanan thought for a moment and said, "They still have a lot of magic arrays left, which are not only sharp weapons for siege cities, but also can exert amazing destructive power when defending cities." ”

Imagining the sight of the "bomb" array falling from the city and exploding in the crowd, King Nacini nodded repeatedly, "Yes, that's very good. ”

At the other end of the long table, Sunia and Sherrill were still talking and laughing. The two did not know that their fate would be closely linked to the city under their feet.

In the early morning of the 10th of December, King Nacini set out with his army, intending to return to the Green River Valley at the foot of the cast-iron mountains before the snow fell.

Before stepping into the carriage, he looked back to the southeast, where the mountains of Aegnes loomed in the background, and his heart was surging.

In the near future, Snowton's territory will span north and south, whether it is the cast iron mountains or the Aegnes mountains, they will be included in the territory of the empire and become his back garden.

Perhaps one day, he will be able to ride his horse to the east of the rising sun, stepping onto the towering Dawn Mountains. He will conquer the elves of the Moonsong Forest, the descendants of the giants of Aalborg, the endless seas, and countless unknown continents.

Allegri, by contrast, doesn't have that many ideas.

"After the victory of the war," the black-haired and purple-eyed fire mage said, holding his chin and longing, "what if I am made a duke and given the title of An Lan? ”

"Okay. Onessa snapped back. A few drops of rain fell sporadically in the sky, but in this low little restaurant, the fire was blazing brightly, and it was as warm as a warm spring riverside.

"However, it is not easy to be made a duke," the girl tilted her head. added, "That would require a lot of military merit." ”

"My current military merit should be enough to be promoted to the next level," Allegri estimated, "and if I want to be promoted to the rank again, I must make more than three times as many military merits." In addition to the 'Vulcan's Wrath', I must find other channels for meritorious service, and I also have to hope that the Setstian and Buyada Empires can hold out a little longer......"

He frowned and pondered, and Onisha didn't bother. She elegantly slice and divide the pieces of fish on her plate, which are called "red spotted dragon sturgeon", but why does it not taste much different from ordinary cod?

"Your Excellency. Madame, the last course," Maxner walked over, put down the white porcelain plate in his hand, and proudly introduced, "'Wind Dragon Custard'." ”

"Didn't that Wind Dragon Egg be sold to Master Turanze?" Onisha asked in confusion.

"Nope. Madame, actually, at that time. Illo found two dragon eggs from the Wind Falcon's lair," Maxna explained, "one of which was bought by Archmage Turanze, but the rest is in my possession. This 'wind dragon egg custard' is delicious and tender, and it can be called the most delicious in the world. ”

"Old Mai, you lie again. Onisha chuckled, not believing his nonsense.

"Look. This is the short knife that Illo wore with him when he obtained the dragon egg," Maxner flipped his palm to reveal a black iron short blade, "The knife still has his mark on it, and it is genuine." ”

"That's true," Seeing that Onesha still didn't believe it, Allegri interjected with a smile, "This was made by a dwarven craftsman for Illo when he was in the Redstone Terrace, and he got a new knife some time ago and sold you the old one?"

"Yes, it's very expensive," Lao Mai turned around and said, "Well, forget it, I'll go talk to Collison, two adults, please use it slowly." ”

Allegri and Onisha looked at each other and smiled, it was these townsfolk with different temperaments who made the valley vibrant and colorful.

"Do you have any wishes after the war?" asked Onessa casually after a while.

"I'd like to go back to the Whispering Forest and look for the relics of the past," Allegri said after a moment's consideration, "and if I have the chance, I'd like to visit the Isle of Therland, where I heard is truly a magical land." ”

"Thran?" Onissa nodded in agreement, "That's a good idea, it should work well for you." ”

Mountains behind the river valley.

"Where's Aunt Winnie?" Afra led her little henchman and went straight into the ogre's territory, still shouting.

After such a long period of operation, the Shiya tribe has undergone earth-shaking changes. Along the rolling hills, the houses of wood and stone are scattered. These houses are simple in structure, but not crude, with an average height of five or six meters, and the interior is dry and clean.

Outside some of the houses, tall weapon racks stood to prove that the owner was in the mercenary group, and they gained more respect and an additional allowance from the river valley.

In the clearing in the middle of the village, there are almost adult-tall ogre children, playing and playing. Their fathers, most of whom went out hunting, were ogres, and the mother ogre, was responsible for the work in the village, such as repairing broken fences or drying dried meat for the winter.

Although the valley will provide them with plenty of food, some habits have been preserved.

"Afra, Afra!" the ogre children gathered around excitedly at the sight of the little girl, shouting a jerky lingua franca.

Nada's face turned pale with fright, and she quietly stepped back half a step, while Afra bravely stepped forward and greeted them one by one, "Mugo, Moro, Gilly...... Are you all here?"

"Fly, fly!" they could only speak a few simple lingua franca, but that didn't stop them from communicating, and the children spread their arms and made a flying gesture, looking at Afra with blank eyes.

"Today, what can fly is ...... Morrow!" the little girl deliberately sold off, and then pointed to one of the little ogres.

The other children sighed, but there was only envy on their faces, but not envy. These little ogres are more innocent and simple than human children of the same age.

Moro used his hands and feet at the same time, quickly climbed onto the boulder in the middle of the clearing, and made a preparatory move for the standing long jump. Afra chanted the incantation, then waved his hand to signal that he could jump off.

The little ogre leaped from a boulder more than five meters high, enveloped in wind magic, and flew suddenly after a short dive. With his arms outstretched, he flipped and soared over the village, shouting with joy. The adult ogre, apparently accustomed to this scene, looked up with a smile and was not at all worried that he would fall.

After a full three or four minutes, Afra beckoned, and Morro, who was already a little dizzy, slowly landed in front of everyone. As if drunk, he took two crooked steps, and then sat down on the ground.

"Haha......" There was a burst of laughter around him.

"Afra?" a soft voice came as the Ogre Priest, draped in long black hair, appeared outside the crowd. The human girl named "Winnie" is reluctant to come into contact with humans, but stays in the ogre tribe for a long time, and only Illo, the former Berge, and the little girl Afra, will often come into contact with her.

"Aunt Winnie, do you have any herbs from last time?" said goodbye to the reluctant children, and walked over to Winnie.

"Two more," replied Winnie quietly, "and besides, you are not allowed to call me Auntie." ”

"Alright, alright," Afra smiled, pulling Nada out behind her, and commanded, "Nada, thank Sister Winnie quickly." ”

"Thank you," the boy subconsciously finished speaking, and then asked suspiciously, "Why?"

"Your body is too weak, how can you block the knife for me in the future?" Afra patted him on the shoulder and said, "Sister Winnie, there is a physique-enhancing herb here, and I specially came to ask for one for you." ”

Nada's face showed a touch of emotion, but he was introverted, and he didn't know how to express it for a while.

"Follow me. Winnie smiled softly and headed up the hill. Her eyebrows were clear, unpowdered, and her black hair hung down to her waist, creating an unusually sharp contrast with the ogres around her.

To the north of the village is a stone hall where the totems of the ancestors are displayed, and not far from it is Winnie's residence. Even in winter, there are still clusters of dense flowers and plants growing in front of and behind the house, and under the eaves, a few orioles fly in and out, sprinkling a series of birdsong.

"Raw clothes. From the cupboard, Winnie took out a herb with a rhizome, which had been dry for a long time, but its color was verdant and seemed to contain vitality.

"What?" Nada didn't hear for a moment.

"Eat it straight away, stupid. Afra tapped the back of his head, which wasn't easy since they were about the same height.

"Good...... Target. The boy understood, carefully picked up the herb, and bit down a small blade of grass. There was a fishy bitter taste in the mouth, and then a warm current was born from the lower abdomen and rushed to all parts of the body.

Sure enough, Nada was overjoyed, and she chewed and swallowed heavily, not paying attention to the thief's expression on Afra's face.

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

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