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 Toquinins 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 didnt 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 Cangs 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 hadnt 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 didnt 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 mouthfuclass="underline" “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 ships 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 reestablished 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 werent for these weird dwarves who suddenly appeared, I am afraid that all of them would be here.