wizard

Since being attacked by the barbarians, the city of Bithia has not been able to recover.

In the tents outside the city, the herdsmen of various tribes gathered together in twos and threes. The frightened herds that fled into the depths of the desert only recovered a small part, and most of them disappeared or entered more inaccessible places. , or become the mouth of the beast.Whenever they see scavengers gathering in the sky, the herdsmen will tighten their hearts and ride camels to pursue them with faint hope, but what they always bring back is disappointment.

Triangular sheep, shorthorn cattle and camels, were the main possessions of the tribal herders.Today, the herds outside the city of Bitiya are less than one-third of their original size. In addition, there are not many oases in the land under the jurisdiction of Siculus, and most of them are not suitable for planting. All the herdsmen of Bitiya They are all worried about how to live before the lamb and calf are born.

Many people hoped that the caravan from the north would arrive early, in exchange for enough food from the merchants to support the family's life, but the caravan that should have appeared long ago has not arrived, which makes Bitiya's heart empty. shrouded.

The reason why the caravan failed to appear was finally attributed to the barbarians by the Bitiya people.

"Damn barbarians!"

The city of Bitiya is located at the border between the eastern desert and the western wilderness of the Aran continent. The struggle between herdsmen and barbarians has lasted for hundreds of years, and the grudges between them have been deep. Ten times they meet, nine times they will end in bloodshed.The battle provoked by Cangyan and the other three tribes made the life of the Bitiya people even more difficult, and they hated the western barbarians even more.

If given the chance, the Bitiya people would not hesitate to pick up the scimitar, ride a camel and rush into the western wilderness, cut off the heads of every barbarian, and send all the barbarians to hell!

There was a smell of hookah in the tent, and the tribal chiefs and elders sat around to discuss what to do, but they were still helpless in the face of the immediate predicament.There is no food, no salt, no livestock, and the gold and precious stones in the hand are not enough for food.The camels and land beasts that died in the battle have already been divided, and the days are getting harder every day.

"Kill another camel."

The white-haired elder took a sip of the hookah, the cigarette holder carved with exquisite patterns, like a slender vine, and the pot connected under the vine made the sound of gurgling water.

"Ten camels have been killed these days." Another tribal elder frowned. Camels are more precious than cattle and sheep. Walking in the desert is impossible without camels.

"Then what can we do? There is not much food left."

"I want to ask to see the Lord of the City." The chief of the tribe, who had been silent for a long time, said, "We fought for the city of Bitiya, and the warriors in the tribe were either killed or injured. We lost a lot of livestock, and we ran out of food and salt. Lord Siculus can't ignore it."

"This is inappropriate. The tribe is a vassal of Bitiya City, and fighting for the city lord is in exchange for the right to graze in the territory. With the protection of Bitiya City, the desert robbers will be a little bit afraid." The elder who proposed to kill the camel put down Shisha, frowning, "The Duosha tribe has followed such rules for generations, so they can continue to survive in the eastern continent and continue to this day. If there is no powerful city lord to protect them, they can only continue to migrate and wander in the eastern desert to see if they are driven away." The tribe, what will happen to them?"

"Maybe you can ask the witch for help?"

"Ask the witch to help?" The elder snorted coldly, "Don't you need a price? The tribute sent to the temple this year has doubled compared to before!"

There was no sound in the tent, and everyone fell silent.

As a last resort, no one wants to offend Siculus.The benefits of being a vassal to the city of Bitiya are obvious. If the city lord is angered and driven away, life for the tribe will be even more difficult.The greed of the Temple of Otiramus and the Miko is a knife hanging over the tribe's head. Asking them, the end result is to be asked for more.If He Ning knew this situation, he would give a fairly vivid explanation. The so-called asking first and then helping, no matter whether it is successful or not, the interest will be doubled. Day after day, year after year, it is not enough to not give, it is pure Usury cloaked in hypocrisy and faith no doubt.

But the problem is already in front of us. The lack of food is not a trivial matter. Now we can kill camels. What should we do when the camels are finished?The Duosha tribe is not weak, and there are still camels to kill. The tribes that have lost more have already begun to rely on hunting for their livelihood.

If you are not willing to kill the only cattle and sheep left, you can only hunt wild animals.

Antelopes, gerbils, rabbits, snakes, and even desert wolves, the herders will not let go of anything that can fill their stomachs.There are fewer and fewer edible plants in the oasis. Without plants, the area of ​​the pond is slowly shrinking.Continuing this way will have serious consequences, and the oasis near the city of Bitiya will soon become barren.

Without oases, water, and livestock, how can herdsmen survive?

It wasn't just the patriarchs and elders of the various tribes who were frowning, Siculus was also having a hard time.

The tribes that were vassals of Bitiya had a hard time. Once they were in a desperate situation, it was difficult to guarantee whether the herdsmen would take the risk, and the rules that had been followed for generations would only become decorations to be broken.

The knights of Bithia can surround the safety of the city, but fighting within themselves will only make the Bithia people weaker.

In the city lord's mansion, the ministers gathered to discuss countermeasures.They are also looking forward to the arrival of the caravan. In any case, even if they pay more gold and gems, as long as they can overcome the difficulties in front of them, everything will be fine.

"Is there any news from the person sent out?"

"not yet."

The caravan from the north arrived late, and the sea people from the south didn't show up for a long time. The city sent people out to investigate in batches, but they failed to bring back any good news.Some people speculated that perhaps the news of the barbarian invasion had spread, scaring the courage of the merchants.

"This is not the way to go."

The ministers had different opinions and argued endlessly. Some people proposed to expel some tribes outside the city, but the words were opposed by the vast majority of people.

"Things are already bad, don't let it continue to be bad."

Siculus was sitting on a carpet made of camel hair, his long brown hair tied behind his head, his handsome face occasionally flashed a trace of hostility, the scar on his left cheek had healed, the moment he was cut by a spear The stinging and scorching heat of the pain will always be imprinted in my heart, which cannot be erased.

"My lord, do you see?"

Everyone couldn't discuss why, so they could only turn their eyes to the Lord of the City. Siculus pondered for a moment, and just about to speak, suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside the meeting hall, and the face of a young knight appeared by the door, calling Siculus and the ministers brought a piece of unsure good or bad news.

Moody Pulan?He came to Bitiya?What is he here for?

Siculus looked cold, and the ministers looked at each other, all having a bad feeling.

The hot wind blew across the sand dunes, and the goshawks soared in the sky. A team of 500 people appeared outside the city of Bitiya, accompanied by a caravan that had not been seen for a long time.

Rye, salt, camels used for trading, and the goods on the camels gave hope to the struggling Bitiya people.However, the man standing on the back of the black lizard made them more vigilant.

The Bithians and the knights of Puran fought side by side against the barbarians, but they were also enemies.

Mudis didn't care about the hostile eyes around him, leaning on the back of the black lizard, waiting for Siculus to appear.

The caravan unloaded some cargo outside the city. Most of them came from the north, and their destination was not Bitiya City, but they were intercepted by the knights of Pulan City on the way, and all of them were brought here.

But business is business after all, since the knights of Puran City brought them to Dabitia, it doesn't matter where they sell their goods.The "protection fee" paid to the knights can be recovered from the Bitiya people.

The Bitiya people knew this, even if they were mentally prepared, they would look more unkindly at the Pulan people when they heard that the price of rye was twice as high as expected.Even if the caravan was brought by Moody, it would not be able to make the Bitiya people have any good feelings for him.

The cry of the dragon eagle sounded in the air, Modi finally stopped being bored, pulled off the hood around his face, and looked at Siculus on the back of the dragon eagle, "City lord of Bitia, how are you doing recently?"

Siculus clenched his long knife tightly, saw the situation below, raised his left hand, and signaled the heavily armed Bithia knights to back off and not to provoke a fight easily.

"Sim, get down."

The dragon eagle flapped its wings, creating a gust of sand.

The roar of the black lizard followed, and the big blood-red eyes widened. You can scream? !It doesn't have any affection for the one with wings now, even if it decides to have another cub with wings, the one in front of it will kill it and hurry.

"Artie."

Moody patted Hei Li on the back, and Hei Li yelled again, be honest.

The dragon eagle landed on the ground. It was slightly shorter than the black lizard, but it did not lose its momentum. Its golden eyes were fixed on the black lizard. As long as Siculus gave an order, it would pounce on it and catch it if it couldn't die. A few pieces of meat.

Moody and Siculus are old rivals, as are Black Lizard and Dragon Eagle.

Outside the city of Bithia, Mudi was calm and relaxed, while Siculus looked gloomy. The knights on both sides were wary of each other, and the atmosphere was tense.

"Don't you welcome guests from afar?" Moody smiled. His smile and tone made Siculus frown.

Very strange, like a king looking down at the sky and the earth, with an aura that does not need to be deliberately done, and a nobleness that is revealed from the bones.

"Guest?" Siculus' tone was cold, "I think it should be an enemy."

"Siculus Bitiya." Modi put away the smile on his face, a touch of gold flashed in his blue eyes, and the golden scales between his brows appeared faintly. His voice seemed to be hitting Siculus directly. In his mind, "400 years, has the royal family declined so much?"

"what?"

"Obey the strong." Modi raised the long knife still in its sheath, "This is the rule of the blood of the royal family of Aram!"

Stunned, puzzled, faint fear, and complex emotions surged together. Siculus didn't understand what was wrong with him. He wanted to kill the man in front of him countless times, and he tried to do so, but he never succeeded. success.An invisible coercion is shrouding, and gray scales appear one after another on the neck and cheeks, as if it comes from the blood inheritance and the fear and surrender imprinted in the deepest part of the soul.

How is this going?

Siculus clenched the long knife tightly, Modi turned his eyes away from his face, and looked at Long Ying, the dark blue in his eyes turned into red gold, and just for a moment, then the corners of his lips slightly curved.The dragon eagle suddenly screamed, spread its wings, and rushed to the sky, as if fleeing.

Like the Black Lizard, the Dragon Eagle was raised by Siculus himself, and only obeyed Siculus' orders. Like today, it did such a thing without any order, which had never happened before.

"Sim, stop!"

Siculus tightened the dragonhawk's reins, to no avail.Longying seemed to be afraid and avoiding something, amidst the high-pitched sound, it only wanted to escape.

Hei Li looked up at the sky and grinned with disdain.Moody patted its scales. In the City of Witches, He Ning once heard He Ning inadvertently mentioning that he was almost thrown off the Dragon Eagle by Siculus.In that case, let this guy have a taste of the same.

The dragon eagle hovered over the city of Bithia, but failed to throw Siculus down as Modi wished.The blond-haired city lord withdrew his gaze, looked down at the Bithia ministers who came from the city, and showed a meaningful smile.

Don't worry, there are still many opportunities.His purpose in coming to Bitia City was not just to give Siculus a taste of falling off the dragon eagle's back.

The gray scales are indeed the blood of the royal family, but the blood is thin, and the ability... Modi lowered his eyes, killed by him personally, died in the fall of the royal city, and after 400 years of waste, the blood of the royal family of Alan Almost cut off, only myself and this gray scale with little ability remained.

Even if he bears the sin of cutting off his blood, he will not regret it.

So what if the blood lineage is cut off?So what if you let the killing go?

In those last days, he had only one thought, to kill!

Stain the entire continent red with blood, and let all the traitors and conspirators fall into hell!

He will use blood and fire to tell Alan that the sinner who violated Wang Wei deserves the end!

He swung the butcher knife at his uncle and killed all the ministers and members of the royal family who participated in the conspiracy, not one person related to the conspiracy and the betrayer was spared.The witch who betrayed the great witch should be killed!

He couldn't control his desire to kill more and more, like a tiger that had been trapped in a cage for a long time and finally broke free, with fangs and claws, longing for more flesh and blood.When he accidentally woke up, he would return to the familiar room, lie on the bed curled up, close his eyes and deceive himself that the most precious treasure that belonged to him was still by his side and had not left him.

Falling into a deep sleep and dreaming in bitterness, everything in the dream can paralyze him. After waking up, the former kind and gentle king will still become more violent.

A mad king who is about to bring destruction to Aram.

He went to the City of Witches, where he took his own life.He couldn't control his killing intent, but deliberately ignored the spear stabbing from behind.

At the last moment of his life, he smiled.

Greedy and ugly souls, slaves struggling with coveting and extravagant hopes, betrayed the great witch and the emperor's tribe, he cursed with the blood of the emperor, cursed all this!

The assassin died at his feet, and with his last strength, he opened the passage into the underground chamber.

The Fountain of Life is gone, his great witch is gone, and the loyal witch will also meet her final fate. The emperor of Alan lies quietly in the secret room under the temple, holding a strand of black hair in his hand, and then Seeing the Shimen slowly close, he closed his eyes.

For 400 years, the soul is immortal, and the last whisper is accompanied by the sound of water.

He will wait until the return of the great witch, his own great witch, the most precious treasure in the world.

Standing on the back of the black lizard, Modi didn't make a sound for a long time. He closed his eyes and opened them again. The depths of his eyes turned into ice cold.

The dragon eagle circling over the city of Vithia finally calmed down. Siculus had an ugly expression on his face, but under the persuasion of the minister, he welcomed Mudi and the knights into the city of Vithia.