V5.Chapter 109

"It's getting colder."

Old Victor walked slowly down the street with a small pocket, carefully hidden in his clothes pocket. There are falling maple leaves on both sides of the road, but it has lost its original beauty. Fallen Leaves City is a very beautiful city, but it was only the beauty of the past. Today, Fallen Leaves City is riddled with holes. Even the collapsed city walls are barely repaired. The funds of the treasury have been exhausted. Unwilling to take out their own property to fill the void. There are refugees huddled in the corners of the streets and alleys. With the lack of supplies, the city's public security has become more and more turbulent.

Squeak!

Old Victor slowly opened the door. This is a dilapidated house. The war has burned a corner of the roof, and now it can only be barely covered to keep out the wind and rain.

"Jack?"

Old Vicudo called out softly, and soon a thin little boy came out.

With a smile on his face, he raised the pocket in his hand, then hugged the little boy in front of him, and said slowly, "I brought some food back, and grandpa will cook something for you later. "

A little boy of six or seven years old, he looked at the bag in the hands of old Victor, his little face showed a longing expression.

Soon a puff of smoke rose.

When old Victor watched the grandson in front of him greedily drank the porridge in the bowl and licked the bottom of the bowl, he couldn't help feeling a burst of sourness in his heart.

"grandfather?"

The little boy ate up the wheat porridge in the bowl, looked up at the old Victor in front of him, and said softly, "Why don't you eat some?"

Old Victor quietly turned his head away and wiped the corners of his eyes, then he laughed and said, "Grandpa has already eaten it."

There is not much food.

The city hall has stopped the relief, and it will be more difficult to get food in the future.

The war took his two sons, his wife, and his brother, and now he is left with a young grandson and a nephew who was a low-ranking officer in the city defense. Old Victor was fifty years old this year. If this age is placed on a human being, he may be old, but as a half-elf, he is still strong and strong. He is not a great professional, just an experienced craftsman. The tradition of industriousness and simplicity allows him to live a well-fed life in peaceful times, and everything can be destroyed when war comes.

Old Victor is not lazy, and he doesn't mind working harder if there is a job opportunity.

But in fact, now he has no chance to support himself and his grandson by working at all. The war has destroyed the order of Fallen Leaves City. As a craftsman, he can only rely on his nephew to provide some food.

The streets of Fallen Leaf City are full of homeless people who have nowhere to go.

Orc invasions still harass them from time to time. This will continue as long as the war does not stop. The war has destroyed everything, chaos is trampling on order, the barren farmland, the ruined streets, the withered shops, and the bones left in the wilderness. In the darkest corners of Fallen City, Orcs have been included in their recipes because of hunger.

Old Victor was lucky.

Because he still has a nephew who can help him, so as not to be reduced to a more miserable situation.

"It can't go on like this."

Old Victor looked at the thin grandson in front of him. The grief in his heart became more and more intense. It was a very difficult thing to feed three people with his nephew's rations alone. But today's Fallen Leaf City has no chance for him to work and support himself. The war has made farming only near the city. Farther out is simply not likely, nor will the Orc armies give them a chance. However, relying on the output of this land simply cannot maintain the population of the city, unless the half-elves can launch a strong counterattack to retake the land on the river bank and rearrange a strong enough defense against the half-orcs. A line of defense that doesn't allow them to come and go freely.

but!

As things stand, this is almost impossible.

Winter is coming.

Old Victor looked at his grandson's thin clothes and thin body. The worries in his heart couldn't help but get heavier, because he didn't know how to get through this winter. There are many people in Fallen Leaf City who are more difficult than them. Every morning, they can see frozen dead bodies. This year's climate is much colder than previous years.

Heavy footsteps sounded.

You don't need to look to know that it is your nephew who is back. Old Victor stood up, and a young man with a blindfold appeared outside the door.

The goblins took one of his eyes.

However, as an excellent archer, the old Victor's nephew is still a very dangerous opponent.

"Uncle."

The young man took off his weapon, glanced inside the room, and said softly, "Where's Jack? Asleep?"

Old Vic nodded lightly.

He is very grateful for this nephew. If he hadn't helped him, I'm afraid his situation with his grandson would have been too difficult.

"I have something to discuss with you."

The young man looked left and right, and then walked into the room. Old Victor had some doubts in his heart, but he followed quickly.

The nephew's expression was very serious, staring at the old Victor in front of him, and straight to the point: "I want to go to Modo."

What?

Old Victor froze for a moment.

The young man seemed to think he didn't understand, and said again: "I want to go to Modo. The City of Fallen Leaves is too much to support. If you agree, I'm going to take you to Modo together."

Modo.

Old Victor's eyes suddenly glowed again. Modo City has always had a special meaning for the people of Leaf City. They missed a precious opportunity, and now they can only listen to that prosperous and wealthy man The city-related rumors sighed at the increasingly difficult situation that he was in.

Even though he hadn't eaten for a day, old Victor's heart was still hot.

"how to get to?"

He looked at the nephew in front of him and said eagerly: "Will someone come to pick us up? Modo City is overseas, I'm afraid it is not easy to go there."

The nephew shook his head gently.

With a solemn expression, he said slowly, "No. No one will come to pick us up."

No one will come to pick us up.

How to get to Modo City, which is located overseas?

The nephew looked at the old Victor in front of him and continued: "We are not the only ones who are going. I am afraid there are many people who are going to leave here for Modo City. Your Excellency Ryan is preparing for this."

"If we can get a big ship, we should be able to get to Modo."

Go to Modo!

For some reason, old Victor's heart suddenly became hot, and he seemed to be full of hope for the future all of a sudden.

However, he still hesitated: "Modo!..."

"Is that Your Excellency still willing to accept us?"

The nephew's expression was very positive, he nodded and said, "Yes. Your Excellency will be willing to accept us. After all, he is the god who protects us!"

Modo City.

The legendary prosperous place.

Old Victor didn't expect anything. If he could reach that place, he only hoped that he would have a job opportunity and rely on his own efforts to raise his grandson to grow up.

"I want to go to Modo!..."

I don't know when it started, this sentence began to be mentioned repeatedly in every corner of Fallen Leaf City.

………………(To be continued…)