"Anyone who has not been to Severcro cannot imagine how majestic this place is!" - this is the comment of the thirteenth emperor of the Holy Empire, who divided the land north of this place as a fief to the loyal, disheartening, or evil courtiers.

The main peak of the towering Severcro Mountains, like an optimus prime supporting the sky, spirals straight into the sky, and the mountain stretches out in the east-west direction, almost a towering mountain, like two big axes with blades facing up, so that all the warriors are deterred here, and hold up a barrier for this land.

The old man who is over half a hundred years old may have heard the story of the loyal Best family being ordered to build a city here, and Severcro was first called the Broken Boundary Mountain, not because of an order from the emperor, but because this magical main peak was once an active volcano, and the furious and angry Severcro would often pour out his anger and turn everything into ashes, and the magma would spread along the two lines of the mountain with an overly high slope, and then slowly flow down, and everyone who saw this scene would not hesitate to regard the shijie behind it as the hell where the demons lived-- Hence the name of Boundary Mountain.

But now, the anger of the past has been appeased, and the Best family took rocks from the mountains and, according to the emperor's orders, built a strong fortress, with two inner and outer walls, and a royal inner fort, the walls were 1.5 meters thick and 12 meters high, which was impregnable at the time.

On the desolate and quaint city wall, the banners of the lords fluttered, and the soldiers stuck to their posts on the city wall, constantly rubbing their eyes with their dirty hands, shaking their Adam's apples, and the flags in their hands were also leaning on their shoulders, wanting to relax a little.

Their burqas were strewn with blood and sludge, their chain mail was littered with tears and holes, and the drawer's coat of arms often saw a dent in the shield - the result of a blunt object hit.

The land outside the city, especially under the corners of the city walls, was covered with strangely shaped corpses, and the blood stains stained the walls with a layer of red. These dead creatures look like people, but the thick upper body is definitely not something that humans can have, and these things that are piled up will be used as nourishment for the next year's ploughland, making the land here more fertile.

This is war, in addition to death, it is still death.

A middle-aged knight took off his helmet from his head tiredly, rubbed the back of his head in pain, and staggered down the steps beside him. casually took a black unidentified object that appeared to be linen from the side, and wiped it on the bloodstained sword, still panting.

The sword was full of strange and disgusting stench, but it was not strange that it was like this all around.

The sound of staggering iron boots came from behind him.

"Your Excellency!" the knight walked behind him and slapped his chest with his right hand, "Lord Best!"

"Ahh

"What about the casualties?"

"More than fifty died, more than twenty were not saved, and more than a hundred were saved. The knight gasped, replied with neither sorrow nor joy, and then turned and gestured respectfully behind him: "Thanks to these two lords, they and their knights are very brave, and they have helped a lot by killing the enemy!"

"Anyway, old Best xiexie you guys. Old Best stretched out his right hand and squeezed out an inconspicuous smile on his face: "Xiexie, you, keep your promise." ”

"That's what we're supposed to do!" the two men were flattered and hurriedly thanked back. For a small lord like them, who only had twenty or thirty knights, to be thanked by a powerful old nobleman like Old Best, was something that he had not even dared to think of in the past.

"Forget it, do you see any lords coming this way?" asked the knight, "What did the messengers who went to ask say?"

"It's vague, and even a few of them have been directly rejected!" the knight replied with some annoyance: "Only the lords of the west and the south agreed very happily, but it is estimated that they will not be able to bring a few people!"

"How can they do this?! Obviously, they have made a covenant to help each other!" One of the lords stood up indignantly: "This is simply a betrayal!"

"Hehe!" Best smiled undeniably, of course he couldn't be clearer, only those lords who were closer to him knew how serious the crisis was this time, and they were far away, and they would have some thoughts of watching the fire from the other side, or they wanted to wait until their side was completely out of order, and then rush over and be a "savior".

You can't expect this group of people to have any collective consciousness, and having a little sense of crisis is already something to be encouraged, which means that they have not completely degenerated into creatures who only know how to eat, drink and have fun in their comfortable life for two hundred years, and understand that if they don't help now, they will have no chance to go in the future, and they can only wait for death.

"Where's Jim?" Best suddenly asked, "Why didn't I see him, boy?"

"Uh, this, Master Jim, he ......" The knight's eyes flickered a little, as if he was organizing words: "The young master is studying those transparent glass cups, trying to replicate these strange utensils!"

"Oh-the Radiant Cross is on it!" Best cursed, "Can that thing help us keep the orcs at bay?

"But those magical little things are indeed very precious, and they are very valuable......"

"Damn it, I don't lack gold! I lack soldiers and knights! I lack spears and shields, and Severcro has enough food to eat for ten years, and I'm afraid there will be food left here when the city is broken!"

Best yelled hysterically, sat down again, and waved his hand at them, "I'm sorry two, I lost my temper." ”

"Nothing, nothing!" The two hurriedly said that for the housework of the big man, it is better to take care of a small shrimp like himself.

"Your Excellency!"

The herald on the watchtower shouted loudly downward, causing several people to throw their heads up in unison.

"Lord Best, there's someone over there, there's an army!"

Following the direction pointed by the herald, Best and the others hurriedly ran to the wall over there and lay down, trying to look over there and scramble.

The neat column phalanx slowly marched towards this side, the banners held high in the air, and the spear tips of the spears in the hands of the soldiers were like slowly moving stars, transformed into the Milky Way.

"Old man, help me take a look!" Best excitedly patted the knight next to him on the shoulder and pointed to that side: "Whose flag is that?!"

"Yes, my lord. The knight didn't even have time to react, he looked ahead, and the whole person leaned out of the city wall, his eyes narrowed into a slit: "It's a black falcon, uh, and another, with a red bottom, and what seems to be a golden circle on it?"

"Hah! it's that old thing from Brenus!" replied Best, happily, but was quickly confused: "What family is that?"

..................

"Oh, my dear old Best, you're not dead?!"

In the hall of the castle, Brenus strode forward from the doorway in a very exaggerated tone, giving Old Best a very hard bear hug.

"The ancestors of the Best family, they don't plan to let me serve them so soon!" Old Best, who was also direct in tone, gave him an exciting "return gift" without hesitation!

"There's nothing to entertain, only an ale pipe!" Old Best took two large glasses full of ale from the table and walked over: "You old thing's favorite, then, this is ......"

"Theodore, Theodore Julian, Caesar of the Romans, owner of Caesarea. Theodore smiled and took the glass: "Thank you for your hospitality!"

"Ahh......h......h

"Nothing, Roman goods make such a direct impression on you, and I am deeply honored to be the Caesar of Rome. Theodore gestured with his glass, and then took a small sip.

For Theodore, he is now here to make friends, and this kind of unreasonable little misunderstanding can easily gain the favor of the other party with only a small understanding, and let the other people around him have the first impression of "this person is very tolerant" of himself, why not?

"We saw a lot of strange corpses when we were outside the city walls just now. Theodore sat down and held his cup, looked at each other and asked, "Is that an orc?"

"Yes, orcs, but I'd rather call them demons!" Old Best shook his head and sat down, "It's terrible!"

"Hey, that's not what you old thing should say, you're scared?!"

"If you do fight these ghosts, you know, Brennus!" Best replied fiercely: "I also went out of the city to fight!But do you know what the result is?! Less than a hundred orcs, dressed in dirty animal skins and holding large wooden clubs, easily defeated three hundred well-trained soldiers! The wooden shield can be shattered in an instant, do you know how many soldiers under my command can't even escape because of broken legs?!"

"You must not confront them head-on in the field, absolutely! or form an army of knights and crush them at once with the most unbeatable charge, or else ......" Best took a sip of wine and stopped talking.

Theodore was silent, he had only listened to Elendil's story before, and he had no intuitive impression, but now the reality he was facing made him understand what his opponent was.

In the language of the game, it's a bunch of monsters with a furious state, three times the liliang, and they can shatter the wooden shield in one fell swoop? Theodore asked himself that he would have to do it with all his might, and his own enemies seemed to be able to do it with ease.

"Well, let's not talk about that. Best felt the need to divert the subject: "How many people did you bring with you?"

"Three hundred knights, two thousand veterans, and more than five hundred archers. Brenus replied, "Of course, those archers belong to Lord Julian. ”

"How much longer can we hold out?"

"It's hard to say, Severcro has enough food to last for ten years, but I'm afraid we won't be able to last a year or two. Best frowned and replied, "If we wait for their army to arrive, it will be a problem for a day or two!"

"Where are the rangers of Marions, and where are the horses of Salion?" Brenus muttered to himself, "and Elfwan of Larria, why is that old thing slower than me?"

"Alfwan is dead, and little Alfwan is only twelve years old today. Best replied in a complaining tone, "His relatives are busy fighting for power, and Laria is already in a mess now, don't count on them!"

"Elfwan is dead?" Brenus exclaimed in disbelief, "This is not the right time!"

"Most of the people who can come have already come, and there is no need to hope for those who can't come. Best poured himself another glass of ale: "Ultok promised to bring at least one hundred and fifty knights, and then we will have nearly seven hundred knights, at least enough to defend Liliang." ”

"Damn, we're going to rely on seven hundred knights to save the entire northern shijie?!"

"yes, it's going to be a legend!" "Best shrugged his shoulders, "Would you like another drink?"

"Well, then have another drink!" said the old duke angrily, "maybe he won't be able to drink it in the future!"

"Your Excellency, Lord Best!" a sweaty knight almost rushed into the castle hall, and he hadn't even taken off his armor: "Your Excellency!"

"What's going on?!" Best hurriedly took his sword from the side, "Isn't it those damn guys again?!"

"That's true, but it's ......!" the knight gasped, and his tone was paused, "They...... It's been defeated!"

"Defeated?!"

"You'd better come with me!" said the knight, pulling on Beste and walking out, and before he could walk out of the hall door, there was a cheer that could be heard clearly even in the hall.

"Long live !!! long live Ultok - !!! - !!!!"

"Long live Ultok――――――――!!!!"

............

"Aha, looks like that guy is here!" Brenus looked at Theodore with a strange smile on his face.

"It's the Golden Lion here!"