Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

Ghost Crying Cliff is named after the sound of the wind blowing over the cliff like a ghost crying. The terrain from the Atasia Kingdom to the Parsons Plateau gradually rises, but the Ghost Crying Cliff, which stretches for several kilometers, is considered to be the official dividing point between the two places. Many years ago, after humans went north to attack the tribe of the barbarians, the bachelors of the barbarians built fortifications and settled down in this unique defensive location, and called themselves "Watchers".

The Overwatch is not a unit in the strict sense, there is no commander and subordinates, but the experienced elders in the team decide things, or the soldiers discuss and vote together.Although it seems that the decision-making ability is very poor, each of the barbarians is powerful and brave. If they focus on fighting outside, they will be a very terrifying force. Fortunately, the barbarians vent their energy most of the time. In internal competitions and arenas, they compete for precious opportunities to reproduce. -- "Feno Continental Encyclopedia·Geography"

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Geer was talking enthusiastically to Palos and the others about Avondel's past righteous deeds, when there was a sudden commotion nearby, Alkai was irritated by the barbarian's over-enthusiastic way of "persuading" him to drink, and he even had a disagreement with him. A savage fought.

Although the elf ranger has a fair and handsome appearance, he prefers to use violence to solve problems. It happens that the barbarian also has this style. Although the opponent is a head taller than him and at least twice as thick, Arkai, who can even subdue a bear, uses With nimble steps, he dodged the opponent's pounce, and found a chance to trip the tall barbarian, then raised the low table next to him and slapped the opponent hard on the forehead.

The low hardwood table shattered with a bang, and the savage tried to get up in a daze. After trying twice, he fell down and lay flat.

The barbarians around were stunned by this sudden change, and so was Palos. Just now, his attention was spent on listening to Avondel's past experience. Originally, when the barbarians gathered, there was a lot of movement. It was too late to stop it, and Phils had already noticed that Alkai was angry, but the black-skinned elf, who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, just sat and waited for fun things to happen in a very obedient and low-key manner.

However, the barbarians present not only did not seek justice for the beaten companion, but they all knocked on the table with their cups and shouted for Alkai loudly.

Geer, who was grilling meat, also raised his knife and knocked on the table to join in the applause. He excitedly said to the mage: "Although the guy you brought looks like a little girl, he immediately put the 'bear hunter' on the table." The 'Digger's all down, beautiful skill! Where did you get such a good guy?"

"I helped him before, now I need help and he's here."

Geer nodded understandingly: "It should be like this, you have helped me and saved the lives of my wife and daughter, and when you need my help someday, I will go with you without saying a word. "

"You don't have to wait for the day. In fact, I came this time because I wanted to ask you for help."

"No problem, leave it to me." Geer said proudly, "Although I am no longer young, my ax is still as sharp as it was then, and your enemies will soon see the horror of barbarian warriors. "

As he said that, he was about to drop the barbecue at hand to get the axe, but Evandel quickly stopped him: "No, I don't need you to help me fight."

"Then what do you want? I'm not good at anything except fighting, oh yes, I'm also good at grilling meat." Geer cut a piece of freshly roasted venison and put it on the mage's plate. While eating, I asked: "During the barbarian war, the Church of the God of Light sent troops to attack you just because you believed in different gods. If it wasn't for the cold winter on the Parsons Plateau that forced them to retreat, you might have been driven to extinction. I think Knowing this history, how many people in your clan still remember it?"

"Everyone remembers." Geer's face became heavy, "Although we can't write, the songs we sang from generation to generation record all these histories, including how they tied up the defenseless children Burned at the stake."

"Have you thought about revenge?"

"We've been taking revenge," Gale said logically. "We've never stopped fighting the Plainsmen over the years."

Evandel said helplessly: "But the 'plain people' you call are also divided into many camps, and the Artasians are just one of them. I wonder if there is any among you who want to find the real messenger-the God of Light." The idea of ​​​​teaching accounts."

"I know that the people on the plains are divided into many tribes and they fight with each other, but most of the people who came to attack us on the Parsen Plateau were Artasians, because they are more adapted to the cold weather. The priests in white robes are the instigators behind the scenes, but they are all hiding further south, unless we defeat Artasia's defense line, there is no way to settle accounts with them."

"As long as you have the heart to settle accounts with them." Evandel said, "Now there is a chance, I will join forces with Artasia to deal with the Church of the God of Light, and the elves are still waiting to see, maybe they will join us If possible, I hope that the 'Watchman' troops will be on my side at that time. If not, I hope to get at least a promise that when the Kingdom of Artasia is fighting the church, the barbarians will not attack from behind Artasia."

"Uh..." Geer, who was still very proud just now, hesitated.

"Is there any difficulty?"

"I don't care about it myself." Geer said, "Although most young people will listen to me, such a big matter cannot be calculated by me alone."

"It's okay, just try to help me convince them." Evandel didn't expect things to be settled so easily. He knew that "Watcher" is not actually an army, and there is no strict command system. Everyone is like neighbors on weekdays. Each has his own way, and young and inexperienced soldiers will obey the arrangements of the elders during the battle. Geer is the experienced and popular "elderly man", and he is also one of the few barbarians who know how to think before and after when they encounter problems. Even if your opinions cannot be finalized, they can influence the overall situation.

Geer seriously planned for Avondel: "If you want to make these boys obedient, it is useless to just reason. You must first use force to make them fear you, and then they can listen to your reasoning."

"Should I fight them one-on-one?" Evandel said, "Can I use magic?"

Geer shook his hands again and again: "No, no, magic is not good. They know they are afraid of magic, but they don't respect magic. The power of the flesh is the most simple and direct."

Evandel sighed: "With all due respect, I can't even beat your daughter in hand-to-hand combat."

"Of course it's not for you to fight in person. The buddy you brought is so powerful, just let him beat the unconvinced ones. Tomorrow I will let the champion of the arena from last time come to compete with you, as long as you can defeat him , they will look at you little plain people again with admiration, and no matter what you say, they will listen to you."

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"So that's the way it is. To win the support of the barbarians, Palos, you will fight on my behalf tomorrow." After the party, Evandel announced this in the tent.

"Me?" Palos, who had been listening to the whole conversation, said in surprise, "Didn't you tell Alkai to go?"

"Alkay was able to knock down that barbarian as soon as he took a shot. One is that the other party drank too much, and the other is the result of a sudden attack and the opponent underestimated the enemy. He is best at bow and arrow and sneak attack. It is not as good as you for a head-on duel. Be sure." Even though Evandel is not a fighter, he still has a clear view of the problem, and Alkai himself nodded in approval of this statement.

"But I always lost to him when I sparred with him." Palos said honestly, he did not dare to slack off during the journey, and whenever he was free, he sparred with Alkai. Up to now, most of them ended up with a bruised nose .

Evandel looked at him with a smile and said, "Aren't you willing to fight for me, my knight?"

Palos has learned not to follow him: "I'm not joking, I'm afraid that losing will affect your plan."

Phils stood in front of Palos and introduced himself: "Then let me go, I'm not afraid at all that losing will affect the plan or something."

"Don't mess around." Palos pushed the guy who was afraid of chaos, and Evandel said, "Even if you don't have confidence in your own strength, at least you have some confidence in my vision. You are indeed more suitable than Alkai. It doesn’t matter if you lose, I have other preparations.”

"...Okay, I'll do my best."

The barbarians are well-known for their bravery and fighting skills, and the difference in body size is even more obvious. Palos dare not give a guarantee of victory. I can't sleep anymore.

Evandel turned over and wrapped his hands and feet together: "Aren't you sleepy? Then do it."

Palos hesitated: "I'm afraid it will affect tomorrow's battle."

"I've never seen you have been affected in any way on weekdays. It's really affected if you don't sleep well."

Palos couldn't refute it. He used to feel a little uncomfortable when he woke up in the morning, but he didn't take such a small ailment to heart. It was more of a psychological guilt. Now he not only indulged and forgave himself psychologically He is greedy for pleasure, and his body has also adapted to this unreasonable combination. As long as he is not tossed too hard at night, he will be completely like a normal person the next day.

The mage doesn't even need to tease him, just the warm body in his arms is enough to make him burn with desire and unable to extricate himself.

Because it was too cold outside the bed, Evandel didn't want to pay attention to any posture today, so he stuck to Palos' body and writhed. Touching his skin inch by inch, Evandel's whole body is much easier to touch than him, especially the upright and elastic butt.

The shy Templars have learned to touch him actively. It is more interesting than before, only knowing how to lie down like a dead fish, but Evandel, who has been rubbing his butt all the time, still feels a little uncomfortable. He grabbed Palos' wrist : "What are you doing, don't you still want to fuck me?"

Palos didn't think about it at first, but after being told by Evandel, he really thought about it: "...is it possible?"

"No." Evandel pushed Palos's hand away from his buttocks, and regained the initiative instead. Palos quickly let out uncontrollable panting and moaning under his nimble fingers, but he didn't Forgot to ask the reason: "Why...it's obviously very comfortable, you don't want to try it...uh..."

"I know from your reaction that it's very comfortable." The mage said with a smile, "but I just don't like it."

"...Why?" Palos still wanted to ask, he always wanted to know everything about the mage.

"You have so many questions. You have to ask so many things." Evandel leaned on his body and whispered in his ear, "I have been good-looking since I was a child. After entering the Mage Academy, there is no shortage of wretched old men who want to attack me. Although the instructor has been protecting me from letting them succeed, but the feeling of being missed all the time, even after more than 200 years, I still remember it. It would be disgusting."

"Ah..." Palos didn't expect that there was such a reason behind the mage's "dislike". Evandel felt a little unhappy, and refused to satisfy him, pretending to be serious and asked: "So, Do you have any questions, my knight, if I have nothing else to ask, I will come in."

Palos could only blushed, and asked him to continue in a voice like a mosquito: "...please hurry up..."

"As you wish, my knight."