Vol 6 Chapter 494

November, the month of frost.

On the prairie howling in the cold wind, all the paraquat was falling, and the goose feathers were pouring down. This year's winter was especially difficult for the Toquinine Lions. The failure of the expedition, the endless internal struggles, the clan leaders pushed and quarreled with each other, and the rumors of the sun in some parts of the South and West fell into the night. A large number of cattle, sheep and cattle died of the snow disaster, and refugees came from all directions, making the situation worse.

The thick cowhide tent is warm as spring.

Bright flames were burning on the matches, making a sound of peeling, and Mars occasionally rose, climbing up along the bottom of the black pot. A pot of lamb ribs is boiled in the pot, and a thick layer of oil simmers with froth, and the air is filled with a meaty aroma mixed with the aroma of plant tubers.

Nair's eyes were a little lost.

The way the lions calculate the time is slightly different from other civilizations. Because of the lack of farming culture in the nation, they use the dead and glory of the vegetation to divide the two most important seasons of the year-the dead and glory of the grass and grass on the grassland. Years have passed.

That seems to be a long time ago. In the most prosperous season of the year, the people are full of spirits, and it has just passed the adulthood ceremony. It bundles the white mane into a whip, and wants to be the greatest of the Lions. warrior. Just like his predecessors, he regained Torquay's long-lost honor.

At that time, everything seemed to be moving in the best direction.

But in an instant, they lost everything, they lost their childhood playmates, they lost their father, they lost a lot of close people. The Torquain's lion, however, was interrupted by the spine and was unable to stand any longer.

This harsh winter can bring the disaster to the clan.

The Lion Man was filled with confusion, and Toquinin lost its glory. When will they take it back?

"Nair, Nair." The person next to him whispered to remind him that Nair had returned to his senses. The tent was bustling, and the leaders of seven or eight clans surrounded the three humans. kindness.

The atmosphere in the tent was tense and tense. The human knight pressed his hand on the hilt, looking wary. The wizard's hand was under his sleeve, and he didn't know what he was holding. Only the man who claimed to be an envoy, the half face under the hood, looked as usual.

Nair's pale green eyes looked at these people.

"After my father died, I don't have any extra thoughts now, I just want to lead my people through this difficult winter," said the lion boy, and he stood up, with a brass ring on his mane on his chest. The collision clanged: "Although the Torquinians have lost their beloved king for a while, this does not mean that we have fallen, and we will not be allied with humanity."

"It's cold this winter," the human girl standing in the middle said, half a cheeky face under her hood, smiling slightly, "it will be colder tomorrow."

"Can I think you are provoking us?" Nair frowned. "But I don't care about a woman, you go."

The girl raised her head, and everyone in the room felt a heart-beating jump. People saw a pair of eyes that shone like stars, wise and far-reaching, as if enough to see through the heart: "I am the daughter of Duke Tikes, you Do you dare to make a bet with me, His Highness Nair? "

"What bet?" Nair was obviously reluctant to be looked down upon by a woman.

"I'll convince you that the stakes are the future of the Lions of Torquinn."

"Then you lost?"

"I marry you."

The heart of the lion-boy is a heavy heartbeat. The women of the lion are slim and slender, and their aesthetics are not much different from human beings. But no matter what, it can't deny the beauty of the young girl in front of her. The eyes that penetrated the human heart were silent for the first glance she saw.

But he still shook his head: "I can't accept it."

The girl didn't care, glanced at her companion, and the wizard took out an old piece of parchment from under the sleeve. In front of the eyes, the wizard carefully spread out the parchment paper and placed it in front of a group of lion clan leaders.

When they saw this parchment, all the lions changed their faces.

Nair clenched his fists, and felt a rush of blood rushing over his head, his eyes burst into anger and looked at the girl. The face that had previously felt innocent and beautiful was now also vicious and twisted in its eyes.

It was just a crumpled parchment, and it didn't seem to be complete.

The yellow and scorched paper was full of text, but on the blank corner, there was a darkened paw print. This paw print was torn from the middle, like a mark of humiliation, twisting and separating the history and honor of the Lions.

Under the pressure of the Dark Dragon, when the Temple of the Earth first withdrew from the Divine Covenant.

The angry King Gilt tore up the oath representing the Toquenin's promise in the presence of the Lion King, and threw it in the presence of this one of his close friends. The hero, the lion king of the Torquanine era, was ashamed to face his friends, so he took away half of his covenant.

Therefore, this eternal shame has remained in Cruz for nearly a thousand years.

This is also the hatred of the Torquinin Lions generations. Their predecessors were only forced by the order of the Temple of the Earth. The greatest hero in the history of the Lions was depressed shortly after he withdrew from the covenant.

And Nair's family was the heir to that great surname.

"Today after the millennium, we all know the truth," the young girl replied quietly, "the lion king ended his guilt in his own way, but we also couldn't choose history. The Ningren did bear the blame they should not have. "

"My father, just let me return it to you--"

Nair froze.

The heads of the lion clan were also stunned.

That is the long-lost glory of Toquinine, so quietly placed there, it subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab, but it was as difficult as it was close to the horizon. Regrets over a thousand years, because of failure and the inferiority of the betrayers, the lions have to be trapped on this barren grassland.

The wishes of countless people, every night, made every lion king anxious to return to that moment, even if he died immediately, he would change the fate of Toquinine.

But people cannot choose history.

Confusion, inferiority, and self-doubt are the mentality of many Torquinians. Tragedy seems to have been formed from the beginning. A history without heroes is as bleak and eternal as a long night for a nation.

Because they are all descendants of the betrayer.

But the Lion Man finally clenched his fists.

"What on earth do you want?" It asked lightly, that a nation's self-esteem and honor are not derived from charity. People first do something wrong, and then people have to make up for it.

The girl looked up at such a lion monarch. It was just a teenager, but she already had the character of a king.

"This winter is very cold, many people will die on the grassland," she looked at the heavy snow outside the tent. "Next winter may be even colder. The food on the grassland will not support so many people, only the old people will be abandoned and killed. Cowardly babies, maybe only one in ten newborns, can grow up in hunger, and how many young adults does Toquinine lose this year, and how long will it take to recover? "

She turned back and smiled slightly, warming her heart: "His Highness Nair, we have only one request, which is to **** us out of this grassland."

After that, she bowed down to salute everyone, then turned to leave.

The tent was a little quiet--

There was only the sound of grunting grunts.

"His Royal Highness ..." the leaders of the Lions clan whispered.

They exchanged their eyes, and their green eyes were full of anxiety and anxiety, but there was something else.

"and many more."

Nair finally called up the courage to stop each other.

"You going to Anzeruta?"

"Are you allied with the Hazels?"

The girl stopped and nodded her head.

The Lion Man seemed determined, and he turned to his men and said, "Take those things out."

There was silence in the tent.

The people took a box, carefully placed the contents of the box on the short table, and joined it with the fragmented parchment paper-that was the piece of lion that was retrieved piecemeal over the centuries. The torn covenant of that year.

These fragments seem to symbolize the Toquinin's obsession, they carefully collected it, as if one day they could recover their long lost glory from these fragments.

But at this moment, all of this seems a bit worthless.

A crumpled and cracked parchment paper soon appeared on the short table, which was about a quarter to a fifth of the original. The cracked dark red paw prints were crookedly distributed on these. On the debris.

Nair glanced at the girl.

He stepped forward, made a slit in his palm with his paw, and let his blood drip on the black and dried paw print. The rose-red blood dripped little by little, and under the bright light, the new and old blood seemed to gradually merge together at this moment.

"Tokunin Lions, fulfill their promises again."

"What we didn't do thousands of years ago, today we will make up a thousand times!"

"We are with you--"

"Go and finish this war."

As described above in Cang's poem.

...

"Where is that?"

"Ariel."

Bryson stared at the flares of the stars, and the black plumes on the plains rose from the sky. Even though the stars were looming, the sky was getting closer to night, and still clearly visible.

Airel is the important town of Corkova, second only to the capital. The flare of light there proves that Corkova is still fighting, and the White Lion Army has not completely fallen.

The three stood on the mountain road, with a little glow in their eyes, watching the scene silently.

The accompanying knights also kept silent, although everyone was injured, the sight in front of them had long forgotten the pain.

The kingdom is in flames, and this is their shame.

Everyone secretly clenched his teeth.

"Where is your city?" Asked a somewhat ambiguous voice.

It was an old dwarf. He sat high-backed on the back of a rock sheep in heavy armor, holding a warhammer in his hand, squinting in that direction with narrow eyes.

Bryson turned his head and looked at each other strangely-it hadn't been seen for many years for the dwarves to move on the surface. Although it is said that across the north of the Wushan Mountains, there is indeed a little-known path leading to the ground.

This ancient road traverses between the mountains and mountains, through deep valleys and ancient forests, through rocks and weathered colossus, and finally reaches the entrance of an ancient passage. Many years ago, the alpine dwarves once controlled the entrance to the underground passage, guarding the gate to the underground world.

They built halls deep in the mountains. These underground halls were intricately connected to each other to form a dwarf city. When the dwarf kingdom was most prosperous, they even once built a huge empire.

However, with the decline of the Silver Clan, the rune dwarves disappeared with the Silver Plain, the dwarves lost their sights, the empire fell apart, leaving only countless relics in the dark and deep underground.

In the battle of the saints, the dwarves of the Chongshan tribe betrayed the human and elven alliance, and since then, people have rarely seen their presence in the ground world. There are few dwarf adventurers in human society, but they are not actually residents of the dwarven kingdom, but ethnic minorities who grew up in human society.

But these dwarves are clearly different.

The dwarf was sitting on the saddle of his goat, with his back soaring like a hill, and Eruin had no such saddle.

Besides, the other party was gorgeously dressed, wearing gold and silver, and the necklace on the chest was studded with agate and red sapphire, and the thick dwarf armor was carefully carved like an artwork. Although Bryson didn't know much about precious metals, he also saw at a glance that the material of this armor was not simple.

Manrique also looked dumbfounded. He turned to look at the Countess behind him. Dilferi paled into a long box, and told them in a mouthful: "Mithril--"

This dwarf is obviously not simple.

For the other question, Bryson nodded silently.

The dwarf stroked the beard on his chest, and the large brown-red beard was braided with brass loops, like a few split flames. The ring is also engraved with a staggered pattern, which is a family emblem unique to the dwarven aristocracy. Each dwarven clan is different, and their compatriots living on the ground have long forgotten these traditions.

There was a clear disdain on his huge nose: "Not much."

Manrique had tolerated it before refusing to refute, partly because these dwarves had saved their lives, and partly because of the well-equipped and more than forty dwarf heavy cavalry surrounding the old dwarf.

In fact, since the Yanbao upheaval that day, they have chosen to abandon the floating fleet staying in Yanbao and leave the Earl with the Holy Sword reduced to zero-this is mainly to avoid the rebels' influence on Yanilasu and The blockade in the direction of Bree, after all, the floating ship could not return to the south without passing through the port of King.

The secondary reason is that the floating ship's target is too large, and it is easy to attract the attention of the Sasard.

But even so, they continued to run into walls in Yanbao-obviously, Baron Dale did not intend to give up the Holy Sword Misor easily. After breaking through the rebel blockade in the end, the crowd finally had to divert northward, and on the suggestion of a white lion knight from Kolos, they crossed the misty mountains to Corkova.

Although the entire northern border of Eruin is now unstable, as long as it is out of Corkova, it will be easy to merge with the White Lion Army stationed in Balta. Both Manrique and Bryson believed that the White Lion Army re-established by Her Royal Highness after the battle of Ampelsel would never be apostate again.

But it was from this time that the tragedy of the breakout began. The rebels who intercepted them became fewer, but their enemies this time became more terrible monsters-first, those they had seen in the earl of Count Yanbao. The crystal monsters, and the terrible existence of what the rebels call the capable tribe, have caused them heavy losses every time.

After entering the Wushan Mountains, dozens of white lion knights were sacrificed along the way before they arrived here. If it weren't for these weird dwarves who suddenly appeared, I am afraid that all of them would be here.

And Manrik didn't forget that the terrible monsters were hammering one by one under these dwarves, as simple as smashing watermelon.

"Why do those crystal clusters chase you?" The dwarf asked again.

Manrique froze.

Dilfery glanced at Bresson and asked softly, "Do you mean those monsters?"

"Yes, crystal clusters," the old dwarf glanced at the count. "Little girl, you don't understand their terribleness. I once saw the world crystallized by them, there is no life there."

Dilferi never imagined that the monsters were so terrible. She recalled the scene in the earl of Count Yanbao, her knuckles were a little pale.

Seeing that her face was not so good, Bryson took the initiative to stand up and retell the whole thing again.

"Here is Eruin?" The old dwarf asked suddenly.

Bryson froze and nodded.

"Good luck." The old dwarf nodded his head, then looked at Dilphyri carefully, and said, "He said that you are the daughter of Earl Yanburg, your name is Dilfieri? Is your ancestor the knight Sora Sons, you are the swordsman family, right? "

He looked at the box tightly held by the count: "This is the holy sword Misor, don't worry, we will help you take it where it should go."

Dilferi froze, and her eyes widened subconsciously, watching the old dwarf forgetting to breathe.

Ping-pong-pong buzzing, human knights pulled out their sabers and looked at these dwarves vigilantly. Bryson and Manrique also stood in front of Dilfery for the first time. Bryson pulled out his sabre, and Manrique took a hand from his pocket.

"What do you want?" The young captain asked nervously.

But the old dwarf didn't look at him. He turned back and instructed a dwarf knight behind him: "Have a trumpet, have you seen that place?" He pointed in the direction of Corkova, the fire on the plain. Soaring into the sky, "Let's go there, where it's called Aire, I asked before--"

The dwarf cavalry nodded and immediately released the horn from his waist.

But before he held up the horn in his hands, Dilferi's voice finally came over: "You ... who are you?"

The old dwarf put on his helmet, turned around, and replied to her in a stern voice: "You can call me Cardiff, or the Griffin King ... in the name of the Ailin Holy Anvil, for the Silver Plain--"

The dwarf heavy cavalry shouted in unison.

Whoo--

The horn sounds long.

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