As the night wore on, darkness and starlight reigned over the whole world, covering everything in sight with the darkest curtains, hiding evil and trickery and covering the light.

However, for Issos, the imperial capital of the Holy Empire, there is not much difference between night and day. Ever since the orcs took over the area, killing and destroying in a frenzy, the haze and torrential rain have never left the skies over Issos, leaving the entire city in this gray weather. Even the most prestigious scholars were secretive about this, and they regarded it as punishment for the evil deeds of the orcs, but none dared to speak of it—death, oppression, and slavery were always around them.

Under this terrifying rainstorm, a middle-aged man in a gray overcoat was cautiously walking among the ruins, his timid but careful eyes kept probing back and forth in the rain and fog, cautiously avoiding the figures of one orc after another, shuttling between pools and eaves, and not even daring to breathe.

He didn't dare to let the orcs find out - since Ashina ruled the city, he had taken all the commoners into captivity and let them work, and as for the nobles who had been and were lucky enough to survive, they were all under house arrest in a former shopping street, and even if Ashina didn't say that they were not allowed to come out, no one dared to risk being caught by the orcs and leave that place that was still safe.

Of course, as the former imperial capital, the city was more complex than the orcs could have imagined, and there were still many undiscovered civilians living in some cold, damp, dark and narrow corners of Issos, barely surviving. But if you think that they will be hospitable to their fellow citizens, it is unless the brain is broken - fear can make people extremely cold, and extremely selfish and impersonal.

Although Ashina has read many books and knows some about the habits of human life and the way of rule. But in fact he didn't know how to govern a city - you can't make an orc know how to govern a human, not even a Noldor elf. These Noldor elves once regarded humans as their second compatriots, ruling like distant folks, but it turned out to provoke a frenzy of human rebellion, and human beings entered the age of empires from the age of city-states, and the cultural gap between races was really a very terrible thing.

Ashina needed humans to forge tools, raise livestock, grow food, and so on for most of the work of his tribes, so that his warriors would have enough time to practice fighting. Once any human who did not work was caught by the orcs in the street (except for some nobles), whether it was called as a slave or killed and eaten meat, Ashina Khan would not care—his rule was considered a haode among the orcs. To this day, there are still many orc tribes who are not accustomed to living in cities, and build tribal camps in the wild. The city seemed to them to be a natural hunting ground, burning and plundering without excesses-watching over the towns and towns of their territory as if they were milking cows, looting when slaves were needed, or training the young warriors of their tribe with humans.

The middle-aged man continued to walk briskly in the direction of the set goal. It didn't take long for the place where the lights were shining in the mist appeared, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but speed up his pace, wrapped his already soaked coat, and shivered twice in a row.

The middle-aged man kept knocking on the black door, his cold body shivering, and his voice became smaller and smaller. Overwhelmed, he finally collapsed in front of the door.

The door opened, and the old butler in a black robe walked out of the door, looking at the middle-aged man curled up at his feet, his eyes flashing with an expression of joy or pain.

"I don't know if it's good news or bad news!"

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In the study of the Prime Minister's Mansion, there never seemed to be a shortage of candlelight and a clash of books of all kinds, especially those relating to history, on which scribbled tomes recorded the great events and events of the empire since its founding, as well as certain secrets unknown to the world, and all kinds of possible speculations.

Willis leaned back in his chair and scrutinized the words on the book over and over again, the yellow light blurring the writing on the parchment, forcing him to pay more attention to the observance, not even noticing that the door was opened.

"Are you still looking at those dull tomes?" a clear voice came from behind him, grabbed Willis's neck, and whispered in his ear, "Father!"

"How many times have I said that, Via. Willis put down the book tiredly, and looked at the girl behind him helplessly: "Don't disturb me when I'm reading." And you're really unladylike in such a way!"

"I didn't plan to be a lady!" Wei Ya sat down on the chair to the side angrily. Then he looked at the tome in Willis's hand with curiosity: "What does this book say?"

"The Daily Records of the Thirteenth Emperor of the Holy Pande Empire, Bixia, which records most of the imperial policies promulgated during that period, as well as the daily life of many emperors themselves, is of great reference value. Willis nodded and said, "The man who recorded this book is a genius, he does not record it chronologically, but summarizes all kinds of events in a categorical manner, which is more convenient when investigating." ”

"I didn't see it. Wei Ya muttered twice: "Then you want to see these things again?"

"In the past, the empire did not have a real record agency, and all the daily records were completely based on the preferences of Emperor Bixia himself, and several emperors did not even have a daily affairs officer. Velis sighed and closed the book: "I can only rely on the essays of a few daily clerks, and many ministers who like to keep diaries, to explore the past, and there are many subjective opinions in many places, and even the course of events recorded by different people is completely different, only the result is roughly the same - because this thing cannot be faked." ”

"I intend to compile all this information into a complete collection of records and essays for posterity. Speaking of this, Willis couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth: "I guess I've done something right." ”

"Sounds very ...... Amazing!" Wei Ya said with a smile: "But what's the use of these anthologies? It's all in the past, isn't it?

"Wei Ya... Wei Ya, my good daughter, you don't understand this yet. Wellis also smiled: "History is not only about the past, sometimes we can find the future from history, and when we are faced with the same things that have happened to people in history, those past examples can guide us and avoid many mistakes." Because of history, human beings are constantly progressing. ”

"Another role is to help you remember who you are. Wellis stroked his daughter's hair, and his big withered hand slid over the pale brown silk: "No matter what time it is, don't forget! You are a human being, you are a Willis, always remember this, never forget!"

"I won't forget!" Although she didn't know that her father would suddenly be so serious, the girl still agreed obediently, nodded vigorously, and had sincerity in her eyes.

"I'm sorry to disturb your 'father-daughter time', but I'm afraid you have more important things to do now. The old butler, dressed in black, stood at the door and said calmly, "Master Wellis!"

"Then I'll go back to the house first. The girl smiled sensibly, waved goodbye to her father, and left the small study under the respectful gaze of the old butler.

Seeing the girl leave, the housekeeper closed the door and looked at Willis with a serious face: "Something big has happened in the north!"

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"This is information from the Courier, coming back from the East. The old butler handed Wellis a small wet scroll: "When I found him, he curled up outside the gate, and kept muttering 'north,' 'north,' or something. ”

"What about the messenger?" asked Willis as he opened the scroll.

"I have arranged to sleep in the guest room and changed his clothes. The old butler said, "I have asked the kitchen to get him some hot soup and bread, and when he wakes up, it should be ready." ”

"Well done. The old man nodded, agreeing with the butler's approach. However, his originally mild face began to show a little excited expression as his eyes turned: "This is really ...... Too...... That's it!"

"What's wrong?"

"The army of 20,000 orcs led by the orc named Kosai has been wiped out in the Silent Forest! Even the new Gar that was originally occupied has been recaptured by the dwarves!" "But this is not the most important thing, the elves who originally suffered a crushing defeat were supported by the northern lords, and more than 15,000 elite troops rushed to the aid of the Silent Forest, and together with the elves in the south of the Silent Forest, they completely defeated the army of Kosai, and even Kosai himself was killed!"

"How is this possible?!How can the scattered northern lords be so united?!"

"Because of the Radiant Cross. Willis raised his head and looked at his butler: "The Pendragon family, there is still a descendant alive in this world!"

"She is known to the knights of the north as the 'Blood of Pendragon'!"