Did the lord get rid of poverty and become rich today?

This is Qiao Yi's second visit to Daxue Mountain.

Most of the land on the Shimmering Plains is still frozen, but this does not prevent hard-working farmers from working on the thawed land.

There are gravel-paved paths between the vertical and horizontal paddy fields, and horse-drawn carriages can already pass through many places.

In the future, there will be steam trains here, and the construction of the railway tracks has been put on the agenda. The group of pirates brought back from Yadao will be a very good labor force.

It's just that it's different from the wind meal and camping last time, this time Qiao Yi doesn't have to hike up the mountain anymore.

Arriving at the junction of the land and the snowfield by carriage, Qiao Yi and Lando got off the carriage.

The black land and the white ice field are clearly separated, and on one side is the field that has almost been harvested. The farmers are preparing to plant another crop of winter wheat, which is thriving.

On the other side is the endless permafrost ice sheet, where nothing grows, but it is gradually melting silently.

In a few years, these ice sheets will all thaw sooner or later, and crops will be planted.

Lando looked at the towering snow-capped mountains in the distance, and put his arms around Qiao Yi: "Hold on to me."

Joe hugged Lando tightly: "I'm fine!"

A huge light feather stretched out from the elf's back, and green vines wrapped around Qiao Yi's waist to prevent him from accidentally letting go.

A gust of wind blew with the cool breath of the mountains, the light wings trembled, fluttered, and rushed into the air with Qiao Yi and Lando.

"Wuhu takes off!

Ran Duo and Qiao Yi quickly skimmed the ice field under their feet, and flew towards the Snowy Mountain.

Xiao Fei and Yun Duo followed by, cooing and chirping around the two of them, shouting happily while flying.

Everything under your feet has shrunk, and the houses and farmhouses in the distance have become small black spots.

They leaped over the snow-covered woods at the foot of the mountain, crossed the undulating giant rocks on the mountainside, and swept towards the depths of the snow mountain. The fresh smell of ice and snow in the forest, sea and snow field filled their breath. In their ears, except for the cries of Xiao Fei and Yun Duo, there was nothing but The whistling wind remains.

In the early morning, the bright golden sun crossed the mountains and spread on the accumulated ice and snow, reflecting flashes of light, covering the nearly blue-purple snow-capped mountains at the foot with a layer of bright golden veil.

As soon as Joe looked at the majestic snowfield mountains under his feet, he couldn't help but let go of the arms holding Lando tightly, and opened his hands to embrace the oncoming breeze that smelled of ice and snow.

Along the frozen riverbed in the valley all the way north, they soon saw the magnificent city of Zion located in the valley.

Even covered by ice and snow, they could still make out the tall and majestic pointed towers of the royal city, shining brightly under the golden sunlight.

That was Stuart's hometown, the holy city of Zion.

Lando took Joe Yi to land on the tallest spire tower.

Inside the tower is a thick layer of dust and a huge ancient clock that has been silent for 400 years.

Qiao Yi stretched out his hand to brush off a layer of floating dust on the ancient clock and the bell pestle, and looked south.

Standing here, they could see the black land on the Shining Plains that was spreading towards this side, and Stormwind City had become a small black spot.

He raised the bell pestle and slammed it into the silent ancient clock.

"Boom-"

The grand bell seems to travel through 400 years of time and space, and it rings again in this valley, and the distant echo is endless for a long time.

"Boom-"

second sound.

The floating ash on the top of the bronze bell that Qiao Yi couldn't reach was shaken off, revealing the golden red copper color, as if the lead was washed away and the light was restored.

"Boom——"

Third sound.

The endless ringing of the bells passed through the long snow-capped mountains, sending waves to the outside world as if they came from 400 years ago.

At this time, in the Shining Plain and Stormland, countless people heard the faint bells.

They stopped and looked north, their eyes falling in the direction of the old capital.

It was as if a sleeping behemoth had been sleeping in the snow mountain for hundreds of years. At this time, it finally shook off the dust and frost on its body, and opened its eyes again in the ashes.

"I put my ears on the ground,

The heart of Snow Mountain is pounding deep in the soul

It is the bells of the holy city of Zion that resound..."

Someone sang the song that has been passed down through the years in the Stormlands.

Then more and more people joined, more and more...

The voices gradually converged into one piece.

"It is the nightingale singing on the flower-laden branches,

It is the warm sunshine of three springs,

Awaken the tender buds on the branches,

A maiden's snowy skirt blooms in a garden of white roses..."

Qingfeng flew around with singing.

Qiao Yi put down the bell and pestle, and traced the intricate and delicate ancient patterns on the ancient clock with his fingers.

For a moment, he seemed to hear the singing from the storm that merged into a torrent.

"Come on, let's go to the palace."

Going down the stone steps inside the tower, the two left two long rows of footprints on the snow.

Next to the footprints are scattered small paw prints belonging to Xiao Fei and Yun Duo.

The footprints circled most of the royal city, and finally stopped in front of the magnificent hall.

It was as if a vague voice told Qiao Yi that it was here.

The paintings and spray paint on the outer wall of the main hall have long been mottled and peeled off, and there are still black traces of being burned on it.

The Daxue Mountain is quiet, and this magnificent city has been silently waiting here for 400 years.

"Squeak-yah-"

The heavy door was pushed open with a muffled sound.

The dust fell down in a flutter, and then was blocked by an invisible air current waved by Lando, and drifted to other places.

On the empty main hall, there were collapsed white stone pillars and dusty and rusty armor and weapons, and there were a few white bones sitting in the corners that seemed to shatter when touched.

The sun shines through the broken glass window, leaving mottled light and shadow on the ground.

The crisp footsteps sounded in the empty and quiet hall, hitting the wall and echoing.

On the throne in the depths of the hall, a white bone wearing a battle robe sat there with its head bowed, and a long sword that had long been dusty was leaning on its calf.

That is the subjugated monarch himself on his throne, holding in his hand the crown inlaid with blood-red gems.

He also waited lonely here for 400 years.

As soon as Joe stepped forward, he put his palm on his heart and bowed solemnly.

"I am coming."

"You can rest now."

The voice fell.

A white butterfly flew out of nowhere.

The butterfly flew around Qiao Yi twice, and finally landed on the shoulder of the dead king, paused for a few seconds, and then took off with fluttering wings.

The moment the butterfly left the king's shoulder, there was a "huh", and the bones turned into ashes.

The crown in his hand fell down and landed in Qiao Yi's palm.

On the throne, only a piece of ashes remained, and the sword under the throne lost its support and fell to the ground.

[Props obtained: Stuart's Crown x1]

[Civilization is inherited and spread in the process of change, life is endless, and the fire of civilization is endless. 】【From now on, you will inherit the civilization of the Stuart Kingdom and lead the ancient voice that has been sleeping for 400 years to return to the earth. 】【Additional Blessing: Glory of the Kingdom】

[Get 100% admiration bonus, all Stuart citizens will be 100% loyal to you and will never betray you] [Get 80% Guotai Minan bonus, the country will reduce the chance of large-scale natural disasters by 80%, and the weather will be smooth Chance increased by 80%] The crown in his hand is heavy

As soon as Joe held it, it seemed as if he was holding a heavy responsibility.

I will take care of this country.

Qiao Yi looked at the empty throne and thought.

"Let's go back."

Joe took Lando's hand and walked out of the hall.

Looking down from the platform outside the main hall, you can see the blue sky in the empty valley above your head, and the ancient city glacier at your feet.

To the south is the recovering Shimmering Plains, and the rising Stormwind City.

And beyond the Secret Language Mountains, the people of Stuart are holding swords and marching from Karnas and Baishui Territory to the decaying city of Olga in the south.

……

Barton swore he had never seen anything like it.

They have been confronting the army of the Norman Kingdom in the south on both sides of the river for three days, and no one has taken the lead in attacking.

But after nightfall today, they caught a group of Normans who sneaked across the river from the south.

At this time, these dozen or so poorly dressed guys were squatting beside the firepit, gobbling dry pancakes in their hands.

October is already winter.

However, compared with the warriors in the storm collar wearing leather boots and cotton coats, these people are dressed as if they ran out of a slum.

No, the poor men of Stormneck are warmer than these.

What they wear is not called clothes at all, it can only be called pieces of cloth.

Dried straw was stuffed in the patched cloth to keep warm, and each of them looked like they hadn’t eaten for many days, their eyes were green with hunger, and they were as thin as a group of monkeys.

"You guys... eat slowly, no one will grab it from you." Barton watched a middle-aged Norman man choke on eating pancakes until he retched, and continued to stuff his mouth. He couldn't help but brought him a jug of water. Past: "Drink some water."

"I really envy you." The man drank a few sips of water to flush the contents of his mouth, then held the kettle and looked down at the firepit: "There is no way for people to live in the south. The past two years have been plagued by disasters, There was no food at all, and we met rebels. Now the king wants us to fight, but there is no food."

"You want the horse to run, and you want the horse not to eat grass. How can there be such a reason?"

"We were also desperate, so we became deserters."

Before they escaped in the dark, they thought about what to do if they were killed on the spot.

But I heard that the northerners are kind-hearted, even those pirates who do all kinds of evil, as long as they put down their weapons and surrender, they will have a way to survive.

They had been eating for three days, the king did not provide warm clothes, and the meager food that had been handed out was embezzled layer by layer, and there was hardly much left in their hands.

After many days of consumption, they have almost run out of food.

The weather is getting colder and there is no food, they will really die.

"There was someone who wanted to run away yesterday, but was killed." The man squatted on the ground and took a bite of the pancake viciously: "If the king hadn't blocked the port, I would have gone to the north."

As he spoke, he tugged at the trouser legs of the person behind him: "Hey, I heard that if you have planted the land in Stormwind for five years, that land will belong to you?"

The young man nodded: "Yes. I went to the North with my family five years ago, and I just applied for permanent residency this year, and I have my own land. When I return from the war, I will live with the daughter of the old Hanke's next door. Proposal."

"That's great." The middle-aged man showed envy in his eyes: "What about us? How should we deal with it?"

The young man didn't dare to speak nonsense, and looked at Barton.

"It should be sent to labor reform for a year or two, and then you will be released."

"What is reform through labor? Do you have food?" the man asked cautiously.

Barton laughed: "There must be. It is probably to send you to cultivate fields and build roads or something. The food must be for you. If you are not full, how can you work hard?"

Hearing this, the man rubbed the back of his head and laughed: "If you have food, you will do it. If you have food, you will do it. Then I can rest assured."

Several soldiers guarding the captives looked at each other, seeing sadness and happiness in each other's eyes.

They all fled from the south a few years ago.

We all know that the homeland is hard to leave. If there is no way to survive, who would travel thousands of miles to the north to seek a living.

What they were asking for at the time was nothing more than a full mouthful of food to keep them alive.

The sad thing is that they left their homeland and got a new life, but there are still many people living a life of hunger and cold.They all saw the shadow of themselves from those people.

Fortunately, they left their homeland and came to Stormland, where they began to truly live as one.

In these two teams going south, everyone who originally came from the south knew the mission on their shoulders.

Their purpose is not to expand the territory, not to vent their hatred, nor to simply kill the fatuous king, but to liberate their own hometown, so that the already fragmented homeland can be reborn under the leadership of another wise monarch. .

And what they saw with their own eyes in the storm collar these years also made them firmly believe that they can definitely change the world.

The autumn night was windy and cold, and for the first time, the prisoners had a good night's sleep in the warm tent.

On the other side of the river, there were people who were starving, with cold hands and feet, lying in a shed with air leaks everywhere, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

The night gradually darkened to the point where the fingers could not be seen, and when everything was silent, Stormleader suddenly launched an attack on the other side of the river.

Thousands of people took advantage of the night to build a bridge with iron cables and quietly crossed the river, starting the first battle in several days of confrontation.

Until the flames lit up the night, Barton grabbed the head of a small team leader and shouted to kneel down and not kill, many people woke up from their sleep and fled in all directions in embarrassment.

An army whose hearts have been dispersed cannot fight.

From the very beginning, the South was completely lost.

As time went on, more and more Normans defected or surrendered.

Lacking food and clothing, they are destined to be unable to defeat the well-equipped Stormwind Army. It is better to surrender quickly and have a full meal in the prisoner camp.

Many times, when the Norman generals woke up, the camp was more than half empty.

When I hurried out of the camp to have a look, I found, good guy, the Normans who ran out were squatting in the camp opposite Stormwind, eating pie like big potatoes around the steaming pot.

Thinking of myself as a general, all the food and supplies were withheld by the noble grandpa above, and I couldn't eat enough or wear warm clothes.

Then look at the defected subordinates eating cakes and soup wrapped in blankets on the opposite side, and even smell some meat from a distance, and feel that life is extremely bitter.

The general was so heartbroken, he simply took off his general's clothes, dressed disheveledly, and squatted in the prison camp opposite.

Really fragrant!

So when Barton thought it was almost time to launch an attack, he found that there was almost an empty camp on the opposite side.

Turning around again, there was a pile of big dusty potatoes in the prison camp, and they squatted down in a row with their hands in their hands, and greeted him: "Good morning, General Barton!"

Barton: "..."

I feel like I'm playing a false battle.

The top soldiers have all run away, what should we do?Otherwise... it would be better to bring a general head back to make a business trip?

Thinking this way, Barton picked up the collar of the soldier guarding the camp gate in the opposite camp ferociously: "Where is your general?"

The little soldier swallowed, and pointed tremblingly at a certain big potato in the prison camp: "It's... over there..."

A runaway general stood up from the crowd, stuffed the pancakes into his mouth in twos, and showed a simple smile to Barton: "Why do you want me?"

Barton: "..."

can you have some backbone

The gatekeepers didn't run away!

You ran away happily as a general? ? ?

"That... I... I have something to say..." At this moment, the battalion guard, who was held by Barton like a chicken, weakly raised his hand.

"……Say!"

"Actually, I also wanted to run here." The young man in charge rubbed the back of his head and grinned: "Then I slept too much at night, and I slept too much, so... I didn't run."

Barton: "..."

This battle can't be fought, I want to go home.

As a result, the storm collar's team took down several cities in a destructive manner. In a blink of an eye, it was already November.

A large number of captives were happily sent to the north. Although most of the destinations were coal mines and steel mills, they would no longer be hungry.

When Andre was thrashing and jumping again in the palace, this continent ushered in the first snow of the year.

Barton camped under the city of Sorov Dukedom, looking at the bleak city in the cold wind.

Not long ago, the rebels here were driven away by the royal army of the Southern Kingdom, and now those rebels have fled in all directions and disappeared.

This is the first hard idea they have encountered since they went south.

Different from the previous mob that was temporarily organized and dispersed as soon as they were beaten, the real elites stationed here were the real elites who were under the king's command.

The king generously allocated food and funds to them without any third-party exploitation and embezzlement, so this group of royal troops is very well equipped.

Although Reid Island has been taken away by the storm, the king still has a lot of stock in his hands.

The defenders here are equipped with crossbows, arrows, kerosene, explosive cans and even simple fire rope guns.

Barton personally led the army to rush twice, and after roughly finding out the details of the opponent, he directly called the tiger squat that had never been used since the four doors were dragged out.

No matter how strong the city wall was, it could hardly withstand the violent bombardment of the siege artillery.

The basketball-sized cannonball was loaded into the muzzle, and with an order, it flew towards the tall city gate with a deafening sound.

"boom--"

The battlement suddenly collapsed and a big gap was formed.

There was chaos on the top of the city for a moment, and after a while, the rain of arrows poured down accompanied by the occasional explosion. Explosion. Canisters.

"Go back to the bunker!! Go back to the bunker!!"

"Pay attention to concealment!!"

"Where's the shieldman?"

"The shield hand covers the gunner to reload!! Another round of bombing-"

In the wind and snow, the shieldman carrying the large shield covered the gunner holding the shells to reload and ignite against the rain of arrows.

There was an explosion. The broken can exploded at the feet of a shield player, and half of his legs were dripping with blood instantly.

He let go of the hand holding the shield with a scream, and rolled to the ground with his legs in his arms. The overwhelming rain of arrows instantly covered him and the gunner he was covering.

There was no time to be sad, the team leader waved the flag and shouted loudly: "The next group! Make up! The shield hand is not allowed to let go no matter what! If you let go, you and the gunner will be finished—"

"boom--"

Another shell was successfully fired and landed on the top of the city.

The pressure plummeted.

The other three groups seized the opportunity and quickly completed the loading and launching.

"boom--"

"Boom-"

The shells fell on the top of the city one after another, and the archers hiding behind the battlements were instantly destroyed by the shells together with the battlements, screaming and falling down with brick fragments.

The cruelty of war finally showed its true side to everyone.

Finally, with a loud "boom", the majestic city wall of Sorov City that had stood for a hundred years collapsed, revealing a huge gap, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

Behind the gap is the royal army defending the city.

They stood in line behind the collapsed city walls, holding swords and shields in their hands, silent in the growing snowstorm.

With a broad knife in his hand, Barton signaled for a general attack.

The storm-leading army several times larger than them came like a tsunami. These royal troops clenched the weapons in their hands, and no one retreated.

They were born in the royal family and grew up in the royal family. There is no right and wrong, no right and wrong.

They have only one belief in their life, which is to protect the glory of the royal family unconditionally and to the death.

Once they cross the Sorov Dukedom, there will be a smooth road ahead, and the city of Olga will be exposed to the enemy without any cover.

Therefore they would rather die than retreat.

"For the new Stuart—!

Barton led the crowd to charge.

"For the glory of the kingdom—"

The royal army moved forward with blades to meet the enemy.

Fighting hand to hand, swords and swords.

In the winter wind elegy made of blood and fire, they will shed the last and first blood for the royal family on this land, and they will never back down.

In the nearly two months since the start of the war, Stormland suffered large-scale casualties for the first time.

But at the same time, for the sake of the belief in their hearts, no one in the Storm collar flinched.

The blizzard was getting bigger and bigger, even the flying white snow was stained red with blood, and the breath was full of blood and gunpowder smoke.

Until Barton took the lead and savagely slammed into the enemy's team one by one, with blood dripping from his body, he slashed the enemy's general.

Hot blood was sprayed on the ground.

With red eyes, Barton held up his head in his hand: "Wan Victory!

"Wan Sheng!

"Wan Sheng——!

The red-eyed storm leader responded like a tsunami.

When the last royal guard fell under the collapsed city wall, the city that was screaming for killing suddenly fell silent.

There was only the endless howling of the wind, which slapped everyone's bodies and faces with icy snowflakes.

The devil of war has finally revealed all his minions.

The excitement caused by the battle slowly dissipated, and people fell silent looking at the messy battlefield strewn with corpses.

Is this war?

This is war.

Lieutenant General Harris was smoking a pipe, looking at the soldiers who were carrying the corpses of their comrades and burning the corpses of their enemies at the same time, he took a deep puff of the cigarette: "Barton, do you regret it? Join this war."

Barton just looked towards the snow-capped mountains in the north, was silent for a moment, and said, "I don't regret it."

Because the destruction at this time is for a brighter new life.

No one sacrifice is in vain.

And heroes are doomed to live forever.

……

After gnawing down on the tough bone of the Dukedom of Sorov, further south is Yimapingchuan.

At the end of November, Barton's team going south finally joined Bill's team going west from Whitewater.

On December [-], the party set up camp outside Olga.

At this time, almost all the big and small lords and nobles of the former Norman dynasty have delivered letters of surrender to Stormwind City, willing to support Joy-Stuart and become the monarch of the new Stuart Kingdom.

The city of Olga is already on its own.

However, after the storm collar team settled down about five miles outside the city, there was no further movement.

As if waiting for something.

King Andre began to get drunk all day long in the deep palace, sometimes furiously clamoring to go out of the city himself, sometimes lying decadent on the cold ground, murmuring indistinctly: It's over, it's over...it's all over...

He hoped that the Stormland would not be in a hurry to attack Olga City, so that he might live longer, and he also hoped that the Stormland would attack the city quickly, so that he would no longer have to suffer in fear every day.

He did not go to church to pray for the blessing of the God of Light.

He himself knew from an early age that what taught the mother god was just a means to control those stupid people.

The Pope, who lives high in the White Tower, is just like him.

The activities of those pagans in the south in these years have already caused the status of the church to plummet.

Whether it is a kingdom or a church, there is only the last straw that breaks the camel's back, and it will immediately fall apart.

After suffering for nearly half a month, the Pope finally couldn't stand the mental torture of cutting flesh with a blunt knife, and committed suicide, with his body hanging on the high bell tower of the White Tower.

The bloody altar buried in the basement of the White Tower was exposed to the public for the first time, along with the Pope's manuscript and a long list of nobles.

Shocked the world.

Countless carrier pigeons flew out from Olga City in the middle of the night, spreading the news all over the continent.

The faith of the Illuminati Church has completely collapsed.

Angry citizens rushed into the aristocratic mansions involved in the list, dragged those aristocratic grandfathers to the street and beat them to death.

But who knows whether those people were out of the anger of the same enemy, or to fish in troubled waters and rob property?

In short, Olga City had been in trouble for three days and three nights before it finally calmed down.

Andre was in panic all day long in the empty palace except for the loyal royal guards. He hung the rope on the beam countless times, but fell off the stool with cold sweat and soft feet.

He dare not die.

He still wants to live.

December 27.

Qiao Yi and Lando went south to the camp.

The Storm Leader, who had been stationed for more than half a month, finally made a move and began to march towards the royal city.

The people who had been besieged in Olga City for a month felt relieved.

No sieges, no bloody battles.

Several nobles headed by Duke Howard personally opened the city gate to welcome Qiao Yi and others into the city.

Everyone bowed their heads and stood respectfully with hands tied on both sides of the street.

They knew that the handsome young man in front of them was about to become their new king.

After a few years, he came to Olga again with a completely different identity, and Joe only noticed that the city of Olga had become much more bleak and chaotic.

The streets are no longer clean and tidy, the dilapidated houses have not been repaired, and the evergreen trees that should have been dark green along the street have also lost their vitality and shrank in the cold wind, looking like they are dying.

The leader, Duke Howard, wore a shabby dress and greeted Joe as soon as he entered the city.

As soon as Joe looked at the old prince with a gray beard in front of him, he always felt a little familiar.

It was only when he walked to the gate of the palace that Qiao Yi suddenly heard that the thick cloak that Lando's squirrel took away the jewels many years ago was lent to him by the rumored stingy Duke Howard.

In those years when the Stuart family was discriminated against by the southern nobles all the year round, only the miser Howard had some kindness towards them.

Qiao Yi patted the old duke on the shoulder and bent his eyes: "Thank you."

Then, regardless of the different gazes of the old nobles behind him, he led the army and pushed open the gate of the palace.

The sharp voice echoed in the empty palace.

Andre, who was drunk and slumped on the bed, sat up suddenly, stared blankly at the direction of the sound, trembling his lips for a long time before recovering his own voice.

"They're coming, they're coming."

"...They came to kill me!"

"Come! Come!!"

"Protect me! Protect me—"

"..."

When Qiao arrived outside the palace, more than two hundred palace guards had already blocked the entrance.

These are the last of Andre's armed forces.

Facing these deadly guards, there is no other way.

So there is bound to be a one-sided massacre here.

Qiao Yi waved his hands when he heard the crying sound coming from the hall, turned and left.

The sound of shouting and killing suddenly sounded behind him.

The smell of blood permeated.

"Swear to the death...to defend the kingdom and glory!"

When the last guard fell in front of the temple gate, he shouted with his last strength, which made people feel a little tragic.

But that's it.

What should be destroyed in the long river of history will eventually be destroyed.

As soon as Qiao Yi left the palace, he went straight up the mountain and went to the white tower on the mountainside.

It is said that when Andre was dragged out of the palace by Barton, he was already delirious, crying and laughing loudly that the Norman Kingdom would be immortal, and that the great King Andre would never bow his head to foreigners.

He also yelled that the Pope is useless, the citizens are stupid, that Andre has worked so hard for so many years and eaten so many hearts that he is destined to live forever, those girls died for the great king, and everyone who betrayed the kingdom will go to hell and so on.

Looks like he's gone completely insane.

So he was stoned to death in front of the palace gate by angry citizens.

However, Qiao Yi doesn't need to care about these anymore.

He was standing in front of the tall white tower right now, watching several dwarves mark the blasting point on the tower after precise calculations.

The pope's body in white robes hangs at the top, swaying in the cold wind.

"My lord, it's time to light the fire."

The dwarf ran to Qiao Yi's side and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Joe nodded and stepped back to a safe distance.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

"blasting!"

There was a loud "boom" that shook the world, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

A pair of warm hands covered Qiao Yi's ears, isolating the deafening sound waves produced by the explosion and collapse.

The body of the pope dangled on the top, and together with the white tower that stood for hundreds of years and the church that ruled people's spirits for hundreds of years, they were annihilated in the billowing dust and smoke.

【Ding--】

【mission completed! 】

[Obtain golden legendary props: All things grow]

[Obtain the golden legendary item: Flowing water to find green]

[Obtain the golden legendary item: key]

[Obtain Milestone Medal: Savior Medal]

[Save all people in prison, you are the liberator of the spirit, the dispeler of darkness, and the leader of a new life!A new era has arrived. This is the bright future that all people are looking forward to, and it is also your era!You are the great Benda! 】【Medal Bonus: How can a great man be confined in shackles and exhausted for a short lifespan?From now on, the life-limiting mechanism is off the shelf, and enjoy all the life that should belong to you! 】【Beep—system mission completed, unbinding】

[The unbinding is successful, I wish you a happy life! 】

Joe took Lando's hand and looked far north across the mountains and rivers.

Not a single blade of grass grows on the Snowy Mountains, and the Mother Natalia River in the Shimmering Plain is still frozen.

But now, Qiao Yi absolutely believes that sooner or later, spring will come again to his homeland in the north.

……

Year [-] of the Stuart Empire.

In the season when the grass grows and warblers fly, the sparkling Natalia River flows through the fields on the Shimmering Plains, and the former white ice fields have long since become fertile green farmland.

At some point in the Daxue Mountain, the ice and snow that had been covered for hundreds of years suddenly began to melt, and the snow water merged into the Natalia River and flowed down, irrigating the vibrant fields.

In March of Yangchun, the Daxue Mountain, which has been silent for hundreds of years, is covered with fluffy new green for the first time. In the elf forest, the lively birdsong, accompanied by the sound of the stream that has just melted in spring, echoes in the revitalized valley. .

Not long after the completion of the first railway in Stormwind City, the train dragged its big chimney across the Shining Plains, and the terminal stopped at the foot of the mountain.

The next goal of the Ministry of Communications is to build the railway to the mountain, preferably directly to the holy city of Zion.

After the ice and snow melted, the road that had been buried was once again exposed to the sky, and the wide stone road passed through the green forest and meandered towards the depths of the mountain.

After a whole month of cleaning, the city of Zion has been cleaned up, only some collapsed buildings need to be repaired urgently.

As for the ruins of the elves next door—now called Jalan Nord City, it has also regained its vitality.

With the new king in power, the complicated taxes and various prohibitions that the southern people were worried about did not appear.

Instead, new land policies and loose taxation systems were promulgated quickly.

Subsequently, various brand-new decrees such as educational reforms, official assessments, and new laws were successively issued.

But this is all for later.

The southern world, which has just experienced natural disasters and wars, still needs a few years to recuperate.

Overall, all were full of praise for the new king.

...except for the fat cook who seems to have been forgotten in the dungeon.

What happened to Stalov was because the fat cook betrayed them for a box of gold coins and drugged the food, which caused the ship to be captured by pirates.

After the army landed on the island, the cook was mixed with the pirates and sent to the mountain to dig coal.

It wasn't until Stalov woke up that everyone gathered together to investigate one by one, and finally locked the fat cook and arrested him.

The cook who was supposed to be executed last winter, who was already hungry and skinny, has not been sent to the gallows for some reason, but has lived to this day.

In the dark cell where no one came to deliver a sip of water for three days, the cook leaned on the railing and hissed with his dry lips: "Is there anyone..."

"Is there anyone, help me..."

"Give me some water..."

Until footsteps suddenly sounded outside.

The cook struggled to sit up, and stretched his hands out of the railing like a zombie: "Is there anyone? Help me, help me! I haven't eaten or drank water for three days..."

The footsteps stopped.

The person who came looked like a big soldier.

He tilted his head and looked at the cook: "Huh? Why are you still here?"

The cook froze for a moment: "...Huh?"

"This dungeon was just announced to be abandoned two days ago. General Sami asked me to come over today to see if there are any omissions. If not, it will be sealed."

Having said that, Datou Bing rubbed his chin and looked at the cook, then suddenly walked away and frowned: "No, I think you look familiar."

The cook didn't dare to speak anymore.What he has done is enough to shame his family and make them unable to lift their heads for the rest of their lives.

"Ah, I remembered! Aren't you the cook who betrayed Captain Starov?" Chief Soldier slapped his head, "Why aren't you dead yet?"

cook:"……"

"It just so happens that a group of prisoners are going to be executed today, so go with them."

As he said that, the soldier opened the cell door and dragged the already limp cook out.

Not far from the dungeon, Stalov, who had lost his left hand and retired, stood at the intersection, watching the cook being dragged away weeping.