In the northern border of the Hawke Empire, in a remote small village.
This place was originally a place where humans lived, but after Regnar went to the ice and snow plateau to kill the Barbarian King Rego, everything changed. Most of the humans in a province in the north of the Hawke Empire have migrated. Because this piece of land that is not very fertile will become a place for barbarians to rest and recuperate. As people from the Hawke Empire who have lived in the north for a long time, they know very well how cruel these intelligent creatures coming down from the ice and snow plateau are. They are almost a group of humanoid beasts. . Therefore, most people chose to leave their homes. They left the north and headed for the warmer and more comfortable but equally war-torn south.
The southward migration of the barbarians was a gamble taken by Emperor Larwin.
On the plus side, the barbarians' southward migration could bring an unprecedented elite force to the empire. If the barbarians can also participate in this war with the Stoker Empire, then the balance of victory will undoubtedly tilt to the side of the Hawke Empire.
But similarly, without the northern territory as a buffer, the central plains of the Hawke Empire will directly border these barbarians who have migrated south. This approach is almost tantamount to planting a time bomb in the north of the empire.
Therefore, in addition to the southern battlefield, he is also very concerned about the situation in the north. Although it seems that the barbarians are very stable at present, they have even begun to gather the young adults in the clan and slowly send them to the southern battlefield. But Larvin did not dare to relax at all. For this reason, he could only ask one person to help him.
"#¥%!@" The dark-skinned middle-aged man with balding head smiled and responded, then turned and left.
He spoke Dothraki, the barbarian language commonly spoken by people. Because he had just been talking to a barbarian woman and bought a good piece of roast pork from her.
The barbarians are now slowly adapting to the human way of life, farming, animal husbandry, business, trading... Although this social form still seems quite primitive, under the guidance of humans, they learn equally quickly.
The middle-aged man was not in a hurry while holding the roast pork. It was summer anyway, and these things would not cool down quickly. and…
The middle-aged man couldn't help but smile bitterly: That guy may not know how to eat it.
But no matter what, what needs to be done still needs to be done. The middle-aged man walked around twice more with the barbecue wrapped in paper, and finally left this noisy village market. After getting away from the crowd, his pace suddenly became much faster.
Well... that may not be appropriate to say, because the frequency of this middle-aged man's steps has not changed, it is still like an ordinary walk, but he can move nearly four or five meters in one step. This is naturally not because this middle-aged man's legs are ridiculously long. His stride length seems to be the same as that of other people, but he can walk very far, and no one knows why.
With the support of this special walking method, the middle-aged man quickly rushed from the market to a mountainous area. He stood on the outside of the mountainous area for a while. After making sure that no one was following him, the middle-aged man continued on his way. He detoured through some mountain roads and finally came to a cave halfway up the mountain.
This cave is not deep, and it only looks like a hundred square meters. But what is surprising is that there is a white cage that seems to be made of white marble, and inside this strange cage is Locking up a person.
"Uh-huh!" The person locked inside seemed very excited when he saw the middle-aged man coming. He took two steps forward, then put his hands on the railing as if he wanted to struggle. But when his hand just touched the railing, a milky white light lit up from the railing. The poor guy shrieked under the light and shrank his hands. It looked as if he was holding two red-hot rods just now. Like a broken iron rod.
"Stop struggling. Your power has been sealed by my magic, and this cage has been blessed by our Lord. It is impossible for you to break through." The middle-aged man couldn't help but feel depressed when he saw the miserable state of the imprisoned man. Sound of comfort.
"Bah!" The imprisoned guy didn't seem to appreciate it. He spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm and then stopped talking.
"Would you like something to eat?" The middle-aged man opened the paper bag, and the aroma of barbecue wafted through the cave. It has to be said that although the barbarians are not very good at other crafts, when it comes to barbecue alone, humans are far behind them.
"Even if I starve to death, I will not eat food brought by dogs." The imprisoned man said coldly.
"Malolit, why are you doing this?" The middle-aged man sighed. He looked at the swordsman who was once so handsome that he had no friends, and now he was as dirty and desolate as a beggar. He couldn't help but sigh: "Obey my Lord, who is good and..."
"If your Lord is really as great as you say, why doesn't He let me out?" Malolite stared at the middle-aged man in front of him and said, "You are also someone who has experienced the founding war. Kai Wen. You should understand what this means!"
"If it is for eternal light and peace, then I can accept the necessary sacrifices." Kevin said calmly: "My Lord has promised me all this, and he will not lie."
"Does the sacrifice you speak of include your own life?" Malloryt asked sharply.
"If necessary, I will gladly contribute." There was no trace of hypocrisy on Kevin's dark face, he was telling the truth.
"But I can't do it!" Malloryt stood up from the ground. He originally wanted to grab the railing, but thinking of the milky white light, he decided not to do so in the end. The Storm Sword Master stared at Kevin and said coldly: "I am different from you, a gay who just wants to kiss Pero's anus to please that insidious bastard. I am a family man, and I still have my daughter. She Still in Merinder, still in this continent. So I can't let her get hurt. You can sacrifice your worthless life, none of this is important to me. But I will never allow my daughter to be less A hair!"
"Annie's hair is not short. It's normal for one or two hairs to fall out." Kevin was not angry because of Mallory's harsh insults. Instead, he scratched his bald forehead with a headache, as if he was worried about it. Annelotte's hair loss was like a big problem.
"You idiot, is this the point?!" Malolite couldn't help but uttered a crude curse word.
"Okay, Malolite, you'd better calm down." Kevin is still not angry. He was tortured by this old madman when he was in Merindle before, but now he just has a vague feeling in his heart that a great revenge must be avenged. Pleasure, as for swearing? Just scold him. The more he scolds you, the more angry he becomes.
"My daughter's life is in danger, you fucking tell me to calm down?!" Malloryt shouted angrily. He rushed to the cage desperately, but still screamed because he was burned.
"Pelo!!!" Malolite roared to the sky.
But Kevin was still the only one who answered him. The Wandering Holy Spear looked at the almost crazy Gale Sword Master, and finally sighed and said: "Old friend, it's useless for you to be anxious now. Our Lord's will cannot be defied."
"Then what do you want me to do?!" Malolite growled like a wild beast.
"Eat it." Kevin put the hand holding the barbecue into the cage, and the milky white light had no effect on him at all.
"I won't eat!" Malloryt hit Kevin's hand angrily, but because he was deprived of all power at this time, this blow did not even cause the wandering holy gunner to shake.
"Even for Annie." Kevin said softly.
"..." Malloryt was stunned.
"Even if you have the physique of a saint, you will die if you don't eat or drink for such a long time." Kevin said seriously: "If you still want to see your daughter again, if you still want to protect your daughter , then, the least thing to do is to survive first."
"..." Malloryt looked at the piece of meat in Kevin's hand in silence, and finally stretched out his dirty hands to grab it. He wolfed it down like a beggar who saw meat for the first time.
"The water source is behind you." Kevin reminded that the cage was not small, and it also contained a small puddle. The puddle was bottomless and seemed to be connected to a mountain stream.
Although strictly speaking, this puddle is also an exit.
But Malolite lost all her strength at this time, and the puddle was too small to accommodate a person. Therefore, this is actually a dead end.
Malloryt placed the barbecue on the ground, then turned around and stuck his head into the puddle, drinking water directly with his mouth like a beast.
"..." Kevin couldn't help but feel a little guilty when he saw the Gale Sword Master in such a mess. He said seriously: "I'm sorry, old friend. This time, I'm sorry for you."
"I really want to apologize, just let me out!" Malolite grabbed the barbecue and continued eating. He didn't expect Kevin to really let him go.
"You know this is impossible." Kevin replied as expected.
…
I don't know how long it took, but Malloryt finally had enough to eat. He sat next to the puddle and looked at his embarrassed appearance through the water that was not very clear.
"It's so damn ugly!" Malloryt thought to herself: "If I had looked like this when I saw you for the first time, would things still be like this? Loris?"
Kevin sat quietly on the stone nearby. He didn't speak, just looked at Malolite.
"Kevin." Malloryt looked at the pool, but took the initiative to speak to Kevin: "Why did you save me in the first place? Aren't you going to obey Perot's will?"
"I didn't go against Pero's will." Kevin laughed.
"But you clearly have an easier way to accomplish what he wants."
"It's simpler, but not better." Kevin shrugged: "And I just chose the method that I think is the best."
"You don't want me to die?"
"Yes, you are my friend."
"Friends? Hehe... But still not as good as your gay friend Pero." Malolite said lightly sarcastically.
"Whatever you say, in short, I don't want you to die." Kevin replied nonchalantly: "It's rare for me to have a rival like you in my life, and I don't want you to die so soon."
"You are not worthy to be my opponent." Malloryt said coldly: "If it weren't for Pelor at that time..."
"Okay, I admit it." Kevin smiled helplessly. He never expected that just because they hadn't fought each other for twenty years, the two people had unknowingly opened up such a big gap.
Kevin frowned in dissatisfaction, and the massive battle before reappeared in his mind.