Brian came to Mashanbo's Temple of Knowledge through teleportation array.
For three consecutive days, he got up at dawn, passed through forests, orchards, farmlands in Peace Town, through small villages, crowded towns, and strongly built manors, and rushed until late at night.
On the road leading to Mashanbo, the crowds are also increasing.
Day and night, crowds emerged continuously, including old and young, big and small, barefoot girls, and women holding babies.
Some people drive carriages or ride on ox-pulled carriages, but more people ride animals: plow horses, foals, mules or donkeys, as long as they can walk, run, and roll.
There was even a lame middle-aged man who might have been a half-baked ranger or druid when he was young, holding a female wolf who was so old that he had lost all his teeth and putting his little daughter on the wolf's back.
Brian also saw a mountain dwarf blacksmith pushing a wheelbarrow, which was loaded with his traps: hammers, tongs, and even anvils.
Not long after, he saw another man pushing a wheelbarrow by, but lying inside were two little babies wrapped in blankets.
Most people hike, carrying their belongings on their shoulders and looking tired and alert on their faces.
They all headed southward, towards Mashanbo.
The ‘City of Spices’ Mashanbo, located along the Longhu Lake, is the second largest trade export city in the Kingdom of Cormier and the only port city that has not suffered from the disaster of dragons and orcs.
All the civilians who fled were heading south, and Brian could hardly find a pedestrian on the same road as him.
A fleeing old man held a baby who had no breath and staggered towards the north like a walking corpse, muttering to himself: Although there is a way out ahead... but... I have no way out... Now I'm the only one left, so let me die closer to home.
These fleeing travelers carried some weapons, daggers, daggers, sickles or axes.
Some people cut branches into sticks or made into thick canes. Bryan sometimes saw adventurers mixed in the crowd with sharp swords and long swords.
When he rode his majestic black war horse by, these adventurers often touched their weapons and kept their eyes on him for a long time.
"I'm looking for an eighteen-year-old girl."
Brian drove his horse to a smart adventurer and asked, "Her long brown hair, silver-gray eyes, her name is Xisaiya. Have you ever seen her?"
"I haven't seen her, sir." said the adventurer vigilantly, "but I will help you with your attention."
Brian sighed disappointed and continued to go north along the fleeing crowd.
He set out from the Temple of Knowledge in Mashanbo, walked north along the road for three days.
During this period, he asked countless people who fled, who had never seen the blacksmith, the priests of the rural temple, and the farmers in the vegetable garden.
This made him wonder if something went wrong.
He slowed down, calmed down, and recalled what the female lord Mycera had told him before leaving.
Shisia Natalila Obaiszier.
In fact, since he returned to the surface, Brian had already doubted Cialis' true identity.
After being confirmed by Myrcella in person, he finally confirmed his thoughts that Chisia was indeed the youngest child of King Azene V, King of Cormier.
Ten years ago, during the Red Dragon Rebellion in Mokou Town, her mother and her sister, who were three years older than her, all died in the flames of the giant dragon.
Xisaiya, who was only eight years old at the time, was also not spared, but was discovered by the old sword saint Ballez in time and rescued her from the sea of ​​fire.
"Poor child, seeing her burned beyond recognition, I thought she could never survive." Mycella recalled:
"But I did not give up on my hope of saving her. I took her to the fairy wilderness and saved her fragile life with the help of a Yaling. From then on, I changed her name from Natalella to Shisaiya."
Brian did not ask why Myercella changed her name, nor why she saved Xisaiya, but did not send him to the king, that is, his father, so that the two princesses who all thought the king had died in Longyan.
Myrcella told him that three years ago, Xisaiya returned to Susal City under her persuasion and chose to recognize his father.
In Susal City, although she did not disclose her identity, she lived a typical life as a princess of the Obaiszier family.
She received a formal education and was trained in court activities, including etiquette, magic, and riding and swordsmanship.
She studied under the Royal Chief Mage Sandra Kot and also learned some political and military strategies from her father.
Until one day, Chisia had a fierce argument with her father, and she did not want to be the queen of the Kingdom of Cormier, and ended up the conversation with broken plates and goblets.
For the future of the Kingdom of Cormier and the new heir, Azene V chose to marry the prime minister's daughter.
And because she was liberated, Xisiah also decided to go her own way because she could not bear the royal life. She wanted to leave the palace and go to the outside world as an adventurer.
She asked her father for a purple dragon seal ring, saying that when her heart suddenly calmed down one day, she would retake Mokou Town as a pioneer knight.
However, after halfway through the journey, he was assassinated by a group of assassins from Ximen. In a panic, Xisaiya was teleported to the dark area by a disordered teleportation spell.
Next is the scene where Brian meets her in a dark place.
When Xisia left the Purple Dragon Seal Ring for him and returned to the surface, she chose to stay in the fairy wilderness and learn the mystery of swordsmanship and magic with a teacher of Yaling.
"The adventure in the dark area made her realize that her strength was still too weak, and she was worried that she would not be able to help you." Mycella explained to him the reason why Hiseya took the initiative to go to the fairy wilderness.
"So, she wants to practice in the Goblin Wilderness for a while and then return to you. Every time I come to the Goblin Wilderness, she will ask me for any news about you and keep thinking about how to meet you again."
Upon hearing these news, Brian felt a little uncomfortable.
This innocent and sometimes confused and confident aristocratic lady was so concerned about herself, which made him very ashamed.
"Actually, the day you brought the Lord of Silver Moon to Mokou Town." Mycella said helplessly, "She has returned from the fairy wilderness and is ready to meet you again."
When Myrcella finished speaking, Brian realized how heavy the damage his actions would have caused to a simple noble lady.
"I don't want to kidnap anyone in the name of love."
Xisia asked the female lord to conceal her whereabouts, and left the city of Arabia alone with a calm expression.
Brian could even recall the scene where Xisia was shaking her long brown-red hair, holding the rune sword, and leaving without hesitation.
Three days ago, Myrcella came to the Wizard Tower, and he realized that for half a year that Shisia had disappeared, he had been in the south of the Kingdom of Cormier, in the Storm Horn Mountains.
Now, the orc army from the Storm Horn Mountains has sieged Susal City, and the king also disappeared deep in the mountains with the dragon while fighting against a purple dragon.
Although Myrcella once vowed not to step into Susal City, she learned through her own intelligence network and the messages from the royal chief wizard Sandrakot that Shisiaya was not in Susal City, but led an army to the Forest of the Kings to cover the retreat of the homeless civilians amid the rampage of orcs and dragons.
There is no doubt that her army was scattered by a crazy ancient green dragon, and she was even more missing.
This is also the fundamental reason why Brian appears here. He thought that Cialia would move closer to Mashanbo with the fleeing civilians.
After sorting out the ins and outs of the incident, Brian suddenly realized what a serious and low-level mistake he had made.
He suddenly grabbed the horse's belly, rode and galloped towards the north.
On the fifth day, Brian walked all the way all the way to the Ferry of the Gray Oak River, the only way to the King's Forest.
He believed that Shisia must still resist the orc invaders somewhere in the Forest of Kings.
The ferry raised waves and drove straight to the shore.
The rough and blunt bow separated the river and pushed open the dusty grass and leaves on the water surface.
The rope moaned in the boatman's hands, and the fugitives gathered on the shore were stirring: women shouted, men cursed, children cried, and cows, horses and lambs...
A monotonous and low song of fear.
"Back back! Give up! Go back, damn!" a knight shouted, with a bloody rag wrapped around his head.
His horse stood in the water deep in his belly, raised his front hooves in anger and raised the water splash.
Screams and shouts came from the dock, and soldiers holding shields pushed the crowd away and poked around with the end of the spear handle.
"Go away from the ferry!" the knight waved the sword in his hand and shouted: "The army has priority! Back down, otherwise the head will fall to the ground!"
Brian pulled the reins and stopped the horse.
A group of fully armed soldiers were marching towards the ferry. The heavy weapons and armor raised a heavy cloud of dust and even floated to the feet of the shield soldiers in front.
It can be seen that this is a group of defeated troops.
Brian was about to interrogate the news about Hisea when he suddenly found a familiar figure.
This is a half-elf wearing a dark purple coat and rose breeches.
His head was shining with silver hair with a light golden luster in the sun, and the harp carved with complex patterns in his arms marked that he should be a veteran bard.
He stood in an abandoned truck on the side of the road, filled with wooden cages, and chickens and ducks in the cages kept crowing.
"Erend Wind Falls!" Brian raised his voice and shouted at the poet.
After calling him, he suddenly regretted it because how could the ancient silver dragon silver wings appear in the Kingdom of Cormier at this moment?
This made him realize that the poet was not pretended to be a Silver Wing, but the real half-elf bard Elend Wind Water.
"Are you calling me, your priest on the horse?" the poet responded quickly.
"Yes." Brian drove his horse to him, "Hisser Poet, I will ask you something."
"What happened to the King's Forest." Before the poet could speak, he immediately asked: "Why are there so many deserters here? And have you seen Sisai... When you saw Natalella, she was the princess of the Kingdom of Cormier, leading her own army to cover the retreat of civilians."
"Fuck away from the ferry!" On the dock, the knights wrapped in bandages were still yelling, "The dock is now for the army. You group of rural brides who only know how to farm, if you want to take refuge in Mashanbo, use your axe to go to the forest and build a raft for yourself! The ferry is for the army!"
"Your Excellency, for the sake of the gods, you have too many questions." The poet jumped out of the abandoned truck, patted the feathers on his coat, and said breathlessly, "Gods, mercy, you must be the favored by a goddess of luck, and I know all the questions you ask."
"Then don't talk nonsense, say it quickly." Brian urged: "After answering my question, I will use magic to send you across the river."
He stretched out his hand, and a magic light appeared, causing the poet to widen his eyes in surprise.
"Don't worry, Lord Wizard, let me breathe a sigh of relief." He calmed down his rapid breath and said to Brian:
"The Forest of Kings has been lost, Morning Star Town, Daotan Town, Shilp, many towns and villages were all occupied and destroyed by orcs. Lord Wizard, you must know that I have seen many soldiers in my life. I know the marshals, generals, commanders and governors, and have met many victors of battles and battles. I have heard their stories and memories, and I have seen them staring at the map, drawing colorful lines on it, making plans, and thinking about strategies. In the war on paper, everything works normally, everything is clear and everything is in order. This is necessary, and the soldiers explained to me that the discipline and order of the army is above everything else. Without discipline and order, the army cannot exist at all.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! It is precisely because of this that I feel that the war in reality is so strange - I have witnessed more than one war with my own eyes! - The war in reality is less disciplined and orderly than the brothels on fire. These deserters appeared here, naturally to survive.
Natalella you are asking about, I have seen her many times, she is a confident, strong-willed, independent girl, we all like to call her "Princess of Steel". She has a strong belief in right and wrong, ready to defend them on the blade, because this strong princess believes that rulers like her father can't take care of ordinary people at all, she..."
"Tell me the point!" Brian reminded slightly impatiently.
Below came the neighing of the horses pushed onto the ferry, the sound of horses trampling on the wooden boards, the screams and commotion of the crowd, the splashing of the carriages falling into the water, and the mooing of the cows that stretched their heads out of the water.
Brian saw that crates and bundles of hay floating on the river hit the ferry hull and walked away.
There was only shouting and cursing around, and a cloud of dust rose from the valley in the distance, and a clear howl of wolf howls came from it, which was more like an orc wolf cavalry about to chase after him.
"It can be seen that you must be the princess's suitor, which is understandable. After all, the number of people who pursue princesses is as many times as she swings the sword." The poet continued, "She is a charming girl, tall and has a good figure, and she swings her sword like dancing..."
Brian's magic made the poet shut his mouth in time and almost bit his tongue. He was scared and sweated in a cold way and quickly began to reorganize his language.
"May the gods bear mercy, and in the Forest of Kings, an ancient green dragon attacked the princess' army." The poet said sadly in Brian's unkind eyes:
"The orc army hiding in the forest dispersed the army again. The gods are merciful, I really can't guarantee that she will survive the Dragon Breath. If she is really alive, she must be hiding in the forest near Daotan Town."
"Thank you for your news, poet."
Knowing that Hiseya is likely to be near Daotan Town, Brian glanced at him gratefully, and raised his hand holding the reins and said to the poet, "Now, it should be the time for me to fulfill my promise, and I will send you across the river."
"Wait a minute!" The poet interrupted Brian's move to perform magic, and his expression suddenly became serious.
"Your Majesty, haven't you seen it? This is a unique war. Wherever the orc army goes, there are only wastelands and corpses, and corpses everywhere. This is a war fought for killing, with its cruelty..."
"Are you funny? What kind of war isn't cruel?" Brian stared at the bard condescendingly.
"What's the point of exaggeration about this? From the day the world was born, war was murder, robbery, arson and rape, and it has been like this until today. This is the tradition of war. From the day the world was born, once the war broke out, farmers would take their families and hide in the forest with their own possessions, and wait for the conflict to end before going home..."
"But this war is different, Lord Wizard. After this war, no one can go home, they are homeless, orcs will only leave rubble, their army rolls forward like lava, and no one can escape. There are gallows and piles of firewood scattered on the roadside, and the sky is divided into several pieces by smoke columns as long as the horizon. You must understand that the orcs pass through the Storm Horn Mountains to completely destroy the entire kingdom."
"It's too ridiculous. What's the benefit of destroying the kingdom? The purpose of war is not destruction. There are only two reasons for war: first, power, and second, money. Even the orcs, they understand this truth."
"Stop talking about the great truth, Lord Wizard! The great truth cannot change the facts! Haven't you heard me? Why don't you understand? Believe me, the Gray Oak River cannot stop the orcs from entering. When their shaman arrives, they will build bridges and continue to advance, and no one will escape by then."
"It seems that fear has made the poet lose his mind."
Brian looked at him meaningfully, "You are talking nonsense to help these escapers safely escape the Gray Oak River."
"Don't you want to lend a helping hand to them?" the poet looked at him and begged, "It's just a simple task for you."
The howlings of wolves deep in the forest came one after another, indicating that the orcs' wolf cavalry were approaching quickly, and fear filled the entire dock like a cloud.
"Come one by one!"
The knight with bandages on his head rushed into the group and shouted: "In order, you guys are raised by them! You can only join one at a time!"
"Give me a reason to save them." Brian said coldly.
"We are Cormiers, and in this land we will stand proudly until the day we die, Lord Wizard." The poet's slender fingers plucked a tragic melody on the harp. His voice was sweet and pure, and even in the noisy crowd filled with fear, it still clearly reached Brian's ears.
"For no matter which king's orders come from, we are still warriors of Cormier and will still fight for the Kingdom of Cormier, Lord Wizard.
——"A magical craft of spiritual energy!"
Brian waved his hand, and thick trees along the dock rose from the ground.
Under the control of mysterious energy, these trees turned into brand new rafts at a speed visible to the naked eye and floated on the bank of the river.
"What are you doing when you are still standing there?" the knight wrapped in a bandage yelled, "Homes! Why don't you run up and take a strait to the other side!"
In an instant, the fleeing crowd swarmed towards the raft, and surging waves splashed on the water. Countless unlucky people fell into the water, struggling in the water to approach the raft.
Brian turned his horse's head without looking back and rushed towards the dusty forest in the north.
Fireballs exploded.
The screams of the chasing orcs and wolf cavalrymen kept ringing one after another, and the crowds sailed to the opposite shore, looking at the bursting fire, the haggard faces finally showed a long-lost cheer.
"May the goddess of luck favor you!"
The half-elf bard Elend Fengshui stood on the raft, staring at Brian's disappearing back, and whispered: "I didn't expect that we would meet again in this way. The wizard lord of Mokou Town, you have always made me look at him..."
At dawn of the seventh day.
It started raining in the sky. Unlike yesterday's storm, the sky turned lead gray and then raindrops were sprinkled.
Brian rode eastward, quietly passing through forest trails like a ghost.
He did not choose to fly, and did not want to be a living target for the enemy, was just one of the reasons. Even so, he himself didn't remember how many orcs, ogres, goblins, werewolves and other cruel forest encounters had been killed through magic.
Moreover, riding a horse will allow him to track down many useful information through the traces left by the forest trail.
He passed through the villages swallowed by the flames, the rolling darkness and red rubble, and the pungent smell of carbon ash soaked in rain, and it had long turned into scorched earth villages and settlements.
His appearance scared away the flock of crows that were feasting on the corpse.
He also rescued groups of farmers from the pursuit of a group of gnolls.
They had just fled from war and fire, were in a daze, exhausted physically and mentally, and looked fearful and confused about any problems, bad luck and fear, and even made them lose the ability to organize speech.
Brian continued to ride eastward, through the flames and smoke, through drizzles and mists, and the scroll of war unfolded before his eyes, and all the miserable situations made him overwhelmed.
In the ruins of a burnt village, a black pillar stands.
A naked corpse was hung on the pillar with its head facing downwards, and blood flowed from its bloody abdomen to its chest and face, and the blood-clogged hair hung down like an icicle.
Not far away, there was a gray horse wrapped in a black horse dress, staggering on the edge of the battlefield, wandering between the pile of corpses and the broken spear embedded in the soil, neighing pitifully, dragging the intestines that drooped from the wounds of the abdomen.
Brian used magic without any pain to help it end the pain.
A girl lay near the burned farmhouse yard, spreading her limbs, her naked body was covered in blood, and her dull eyes were staring at the sky.
He released the flames and allowed her to decently turn into ashes.
Not long after, he passed a tar workshop, and Brian spit out almost everything he had eaten that day.
In that workshop, a group of Purple Dragon Knights were executed.
It was difficult for him to see the specific number of this group of people.
Because in this massacre, they used not only bows, swords and spears, but also the logging tools they found nearby - axes, planers and cross-cutting saws.
He summoned a group of land-digging badgers and buried them.
He couldn't even walk fifty kilometers in the next two days.
The rain kept falling, and the earth dried by the scorching heat sucked water like a sponge, and the forest path became muddy and difficult to walk.
The fog filled him without seeing the rising smoke pillars, but the smell of the burning house reminded him that the orc army was nearby and was still igniting everything that could be burned.
He found no refugees, as if he was the only one in the forest, at least that's what he thought.
When he arrived at the ruins of Daotan Town, the pious singing sound gradually filled with the woods appeared.
Brian saw a group of dirty and sloppy refugees appear at the source of the sound.
The leaders all wore big beards and long robes, some barefoot, some wore slippers, and on their chests, they wore holy emblems tied with pale hands tied with red ropes.
Behind were about sixty ragged men, women and children, a large sow, a few sheep, a few men holding axes, and more with rough wooden sticks.
Among them was a two-wheeled trailer made of grey broken wood, high over it with skulls and scattered broken bones.
Seeing Brian, they all stopped and the singing gradually subsided.
"His wizard," said one of them, "May the mercy of the God of Fellowship protect you."
"Irmat also protects you, friends."
Brian turned over and dismounted, replied respectfully, and asked: "I want to ask where the Iron Princess of the Kingdom of Cormier took her troops."
Irmat, the God of Passion.
A god who controls patience, suffering, martyrdom and stamina.
This is a good and orderly god, also known as the "God of Crying".
His believers include the disabled, oppressed, the poor, monks, paladins, slaves and serfs, and the lowest and humble.
Although many people misunderstand the doctrine of the "Crying God" and even more mock His doctrine, His church has many firm followers throughout the Lord's material world.
In this cruel and realistic world, many victims, sick, and poor rely on the help of the Irmat Church.
People in many areas respect the church of the God of Crying, and His pastors often receive a lot of generous assistance when practicing medicine freely everywhere.
Some people cannot understand why some people in the world are willing to endure torture, and therefore often misunderstand the Irmat Church.
Those who despise the weak mostly believe that the believers of the God of Crying are all a group of unscheming weak people.
However, it is obvious that both these tyrants and rogues underestimate these kind believers.
Because the God of Crying seems to be very gentle, but when He is angry, he will also show an extremely fierce and cruel side.
Especially for the evil one, He cares deeply about all the children and young lives in the world, and fights against those who dare to harm the objects of His protection.
As we can see from the fact that these priests wander here, their strength is not as simple as they seem.
"Sir Wizard, Princess Natalella you are looking for will be with us two days ago." The speaker had a thin and angular face, a short gray-brown beard, her sparse hair combed behind her head, tied into a knot, and her black barefoot was as hard and rough as a tree root.
"When she saw a purple dragon falling into the Skull Rock Town in the Storm Horn Mountains, she led her followers to rush over, and may the God of Fellowship protect the strong Iron Princess of the Kingdom of Cormier."
"Your Excellency the Wizard, Irmat sees the suffering you are enduring for others. Please remember that no matter what kind of pain and danger you suffer, you must adhere to the correct principles without wavering."
The priest of the God of Passion holds the holy emblem and says devoutly: "For the mercy and mercy of our Lord will provide you with the courage and strength to support you."
"Thank you for your blessings, thanks to the God of Fellowship for giving me the courage."
Brian bowed to the priest sincerely and respectfully, then threw down his mount, used his flight technique, and flew to the sky.
Chapter completed!