I'm In A Different World, Art Failed The Rankings, And Got The Result Of Encouragement

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Hughton Camp.

A city built by the Prouker people in the dense coniferous forest under the snow-capped mountains.

Not small in scale, but it was the last defense of the Proukers.

If this is breached, or the Prouker people inside will be slaughtered.

Or it is to enter the snowy area behind, which is also death...

As the Gursi Khanate and the Gurdong Khanate waged war with each other, the San Kinrch Khanate also launched an attack against the Prouker people.

The atmosphere here is becoming more dignified day by day.

And when they learned that the men on the front line retreated again and again, the food was also running low.

An atmosphere of despair directly enveloped the entire Hughton camp.

Some elderly people who don't want to continue wasting food began to go on a hunger strike, hoping to have a sip of broth and a sip of food left.

Some directly leaned on crutches and headed towards the snowy area.

Despair is getting more and more dignified day by day, however, until today...

"Clatter!"

The dense sound of armor clashing and the sound of horses alarmed the guards here, and their footsteps clenched the weapons in their hands with a little pretense.

When he saw thousands of fully armed cavalry coming out of the dense forest not far from the camp.

Despair was written all over their faces.

The first time I was thinking.

Could it be that several other Prouker camps that split off took advantage of the fire to loot?

However, just when they were cheering each other up and preparing to fight to the death, these cavalrymen did not charge as expected and broke into the camp.

Instead, he rode a horse slowly to the gate of the camp.

"I don't care if you are on the side of the black eagle or the saber-toothed tiger, don't think that taking advantage of the fire is a good choice."

A young man in armor with obvious scratches that looked quite old took a step forward.

The spear in his hand was pointing at the leading knight, except for the weakness caused by hunger on his face.

Both the momentum and the eyes are quite intimidating.

However, Ulysses looked at the familiar childhood playmate in front of him, but shook his head angrily.

"Wesker, don't you even recognize me? Fortunately, I prepared a gift for you."

Some familiar voices came to his ears, and the young man named Wesker opened his mouth in surprise.

Looking at Ulysses at the moment, I finally seemed to think of something.

Unbelievably tentative.

"Yu, Ulysses? Is that really you?"

Ulysses dismounted, his blood-stained armor clanging.

The slap was directly on Wesker's helmet, and he rolled his eyes.

"I didn't even wear a mask, and you couldn't even recognize my face."

The young man named Wesker finally understood that the armored and heroic man in front of him was his young patriarch who was obsessed with various musical instruments every day.

Behind Ulysses, Kron stepped forward.

"Wesker, let the clansmen come out to greet you, the young patriarch brought back a lot of things."

"There are food, clothes, weapons and armor, and a lot of cattle and sheep."

Seeing Cologne and hearing what he said, Wesker's eyes widened in excitement.

"Food, Ulysses, did you bring food back? Many people in the clan have starved to death."

Speaking of this, the young man who looked like an iron tower had red eyes at this moment.

Looking at the clansmen who heard the movement and ran out with weapons in hand, their steps were a little staggering.

Ulysses was also free of ink, and a high-pitched whistle came from his mouth.

Then, under the shocking gaze of everyone, a horse with a full backpack came out of the dense forest.

Then the second horse, the third horse...

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of horses with their loads came running out of the dense forest.

The horses are still appearing, however, when the cows with more things on their backs, and the sheep appearing in front of them.

The entire Hughton camp finally fell into unprecedented boiling.

Ulysses smiled slightly, turned on his horse and pointed at the trophies behind him with the whip in his hand.

He yelled loudly at the clansmen who rushed out.

"Not much nonsense, now, everyone starts cooking and finds those old people who decided to kill themselves."

"Hunger and cold, from now on, I will say goodbye to Prouker!"

When Ulysses spoke, the cavalry had already unloaded the spoils.

The moment he saw the bag full of grain, dried meat, and a set of warm animal skin clothes in front of him.

All the Prouker people who ran out after hearing the news couldn't help crying.

Some women who lost their husbands and children held the warm animal fur coats and dried meat in their hands, crying like a flood that burst a bank.

At this moment, Ulysses was like an angel descended from heaven, pacing in the crowd, comforting the surrounding clansmen loudly.

"Everything will pass, and the suffering we have suffered today will definitely befall those who persecuted it."

"The Prouker nation, with the blood of giants flowing, will not be defeated no matter what."

"Hunger is not enough, poverty is not enough, and neither is the sword!!!"

"Fill your belly, put your clothes on, for the future of Prouker, for the people who died in misery...."

Ulysses maximizes the ability to inspire fruit at this moment as much as possible.

Ulysses' comforting words seemed to have their own magical power, and the scene, which was still somewhat chaotic, became quiet after only a moment.

Everyone looked at Ulysses in admiration, who was dressed in armor, young, but seemed to be bathed in divine light.

Start distributing supplies.

And when the patriarch Mengxi Prouker hurried back with a group of people, he saw the camp with smoke curling up.

Holding bowls of steaming hot broth, the clansmen dressed in warm animal skins.

At the moment, they are discussing something excitedly around a knight with a somewhat unfamiliar name.

Soon Mengxi was among the crowd and saw his son whom he hadn't seen in those years.

Ulysses Prouker.

Ulysses in armor, almost his father, didn't even recognize him.

Seeing the patriarch's return, the people surrounding Ulysses dispersed one after another.

"My lord father."

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Ulysses' temperament and eyes have undergone earth-shaking changes.

Muncy opened his mouth, and it took him a while to say anything.

"You shouldn't be back at this time..."

On this occasion, it is obviously inappropriate for Mengxi, who is the patriarch, to say such a thing, it is a kind of selfishness.

However, this is not a father's love for his children.

In the memory of his predecessor, the patriarch's father has always been synonymous with bravery, strength, majesty and wisdom.

However, at this moment, Ulysses, who was resurrected from the body, saw a leader who was almost crushed by the mountain.

The vicissitudes of life, exhaustion, powerlessness and that touch of despair that cannot be concealed.

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