Herseus Valley.

The long winter of the following year of the revival finally departed, the earth thawed, and everything was renewed.

It was spring ploughing season, and the river valley was busy inside and outside.

The refugees who arrived early had already been allocated their own land, and they set out again from the outer cities of the river valley to settle down on the reclaimed land in villages and towns. Unlike when they set out for the valley in disbelief, their hearts were now filled with hope and encouragement. For these displaced refugees, land is always the most reassuring asset.

With land, there is any possibility of living, and there is also the basis for rehousing one's own house and family. From then on, they will have a new home, where they will farm, work and multiply.

But their departure did not bring down the outer city of the valley. Amid the rumbling explosions, the reclamation teams of the river valley continued to march westward, and it was in this muffled thunder that more refugees were constantly attracted by the land and stability.

Mixed with the endless stream of caravans, Dios rode into the outer city of the river valley. Driven by the "Golden Trade Road" and operated by the mercenary group, it has become the most important transit point for merchants before entering the Snowton Empire. Under Allegri's behest, all commercial activities in the outer city were subject to a small amount of negative taxes, and with the exclusive operation of specialties from the Misty Swamps, the outer city was now also an important place for the purchase and sale of goods by the Torm caravans.

The facilities are perfect, the taxes are light, the officials are clear, and the public security is good...... The combination of these factors has made this newly emerging city a center of trade and commerce in the surrounding area.

He nodded at the people on both sides who recognized him. Dios hits the horse and enters the river valley. At this point, the general public and the caravan are already subject to strict inspections, but the mercenaries at the outpost are certainly not so unrecognizable to Dios.

However, with the casual nature of those two guys, running out at two ends in three days, the new mercenaries are afraid that there is a real possibility that they will not recognize them. Dios had a serious expression. But he couldn't help but smile secretly in his heart, if Allegri, as the leader of the mercenary group, was stopped outside the river valley by these little mercenaries, I don't know what his face would become.

After passing the inspection, the caravan followed the wide post road on the banks of the Xiyu River towards the "Road of the Lightwalker". Dios at the mouth of the valley and they had already parted ways and went down another road. He walked through the mercenary colony at the southern end of the valley and then onto the bluestone paved roads of the Enchanted Town. The crisp sound of horses' hooves clattered, the eaves on both sides overlapped, and the alleys were faint. It's a completely different style from the wide-open mercenary group base.

On both sides of the road, magicians and apprentices passed by in twos and threes, some of them leisurely, others hurried, but as they passed by Dios, they all looked at him with a little surprise.

Indeed, it is rare for such a majestic warrior to appear in a small town inhabited by magicians. He rode a charcoal-red war horse. The helmet is bright and bright, and a long sword with a black sheath hangs on his waist. It looks majestic, but it's a little out of place.

Some passers-by recognized Dios's identity, smiled at him and nodded in greeting, and then continued to walk away, more elegant and reserved than the people of the outer city.

Dios was a little embarrassed by them. I couldn't help scratching my head, and finally jumped off the horse and pulled it forward, but although this guy had a soft mane, he was also stubborn, and no one rode it and sprayed its nose unwillingly.

The end of the road. It is the square of the town, and the stone monument is engraved with the neat "Brooke Act". This is also the only law that can play a binding role in the town.

Dios's gaze flickered, he smiled and bolted his horse, pushed the door and walked into the three-story building next to the square.

What was once the Magician's Reception is now the town's permanent administrative structure.

Brooke's office is located in a spacious single room on the second floor of the small building.

"You're back, Dios?" The old magician breathed a sigh of relief when he walked through the door, and hurriedly got up to greet him, "Come, sit down and talk." ”

The room was facing the sun, and through the window there was a view of the central square, and Dios sat down, leaning his sword to the side, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong, Mayor Brooke?"

The old magician looked at him helplessly, this guy also learned from Allegri and Illo. However, there is no news of those two so far, only Dios is still sitting in the valley, so he has to come to him for ideas.

"Still there's no news of the teacher and the boy from Illo?" Brooke asked habitually, taking off his glasses. Although the administrative office of the river valley also has an intelligence department, the main source of information for the mercenary group is still the scout camp of the mercenary group. The reclaiming of land and the management of the outer city and other complicated affairs had overwhelmed the consul Andrei, and he could only put aside the preparations of the Intelligence Department for the time being.

"According to the information checked by the 'Flywheel Merchants', it seems that they are heading in the direction of Ranken," Dios shook his head and snorted, "What two daring fellows. ”

"With their strength, there shouldn't be any surprises," Brooke waved his hand and changed the subject, "but for now, it's up to you to make an idea." ”

"Let's just discuss it together, why didn't you call Andre too?" Dios still has a lot of respect for Brooke. On the other hand, although he is one of the three core members of the mercenary group, his arbitrariness is not in line with his character. Normally, when he encounters a problem, he consults with high-level officials to make a decision.

"This thing...... André is not needed, and, in my opinion, is not a good fit to involve him," Brooke hesitated for a moment, explaining as he handed over an open letter, "You can take a look at it first." ”

Dios stretched out his hand to take it, his gaze quickly moving through the contents of the letterhead, his expression becoming more and more solemn.

It was only after he had read it thoroughly that Brooke spoke again, "This is a letter from Archduke Onetsa, and although the consul of the valley is Andrei, the messenger has delivered it to me, and I have some concerns. ”

"I really didn't expect the situation in the Green River Valley to be so bad......" Dios raised his head and said in a deep voice, "It seems that I must transfer some elite soldiers back to the valley in case of emergency." ”

"You can take care of military affairs," Brooke frowned, "but I think the most important thing now is how we respond to Archduke Onesha and what kind of attitude we should show." ”

"Is this ......" Dios looked at the letterhead in his hand again and said slowly, "Maybe Oneisha does have one or another concern, but my personal opinion is that since Allegri has entrusted the administration to Andre to manage, he has become one of us and deserves our trust." Especially on this issue, we also need his opinion very much, and no one in the mercenary group knows the situation in the upper echelons of the Anlan Principality better than him. ”

"Hmm......" Brooke was slightly stunned, and after thinking for a long time, he nodded, "You're right, I'll send someone to call him too, and discuss how to deal with it together." ”

Looking back, only a vague silhouette remains. Horses galloping, they were rapidly leaving the territory of the Holy Alliance.

However, it may be more appropriate to call it the territory of the Holy Alliance.

After the Battle of Ranken, Holy Alliance reinforcements began to take over the battlefield and pick up the pieces. However, the reinforcements, which were mainly from the armies of the "Buyada Empire" and the "San Setestian Empire", did not seem to have much interest in recovering the lands that had fallen to the "Holy Principality of Ian".

After all, with the city of Rankine in the middle, it is impossible for the reclaimed territory to be incorporated into the border between the two countries. Having a bad relationship with the Holy Duchy of Ian, they could not have done such a futile thing.

Allegri's wagon is driving through this ravaged land.

Of the three legions that launched the "Tide of Shadows", the Judgment Crusaders of the Eastern Route had the best reputation, and instead of disturbing the people, they would carefully manage the areas they occupied. The demon legions in the middle are notorious, and wherever they pass from purgatory, there is no grass growing for thousands of miles. But compared to it, the Necromantic Legion is even more terrifying, those evil necromancers, even take the initiative to slaughter civilians to transform into their own soldiers, fall into their clutches, even death has become an unattainable luxury, and the soul can never be liberated.

Allegri is the area they are passing through.

"Huh, where have all the civilians gone?" the white-robed girl knelt in front of the window, looking at the desolate scenery outside the carriage in confusion. The plains northwest of the Principality of Divine Ian are known for their fertility and were once a first-class agricultural region. But now it is empty, large areas of flat land are uncultivated, and there are not even corpses or bones to be seen on the roadside.

Allegri and Illo looked at each other, sighed and shook their heads, but did not answer.

"What's the matter?" asked the girl, looking back.

Ever since Allegri had agreed to let her go, the atmosphere between the three had eased, and they had even become somewhat harmonious. However, the saint seems to have little experience in the world, and the two of them are overwhelmed by all kinds of idiotic questions along the way.

However, this time the question was not like that, and the two of them did not know how to answer.

On the branches of the dead trees, the balding birds made hoarse and unpleasant calls. In the abandoned village, wild dogs roaming around are full of fat bellies and their eyes are as red as blood.

The carriage drove by, the vultures crowed, the wild dogs barked, and beyond that, the wilderness was silent.

The girl tried her best to distinguish between the two expressions, and then turned to look at the scenery outside the window, and suddenly seemed to understand something, her shoulders trembled slightly, and she lowered her head. (To be continued......)

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