Not long after dawn, Lao Wei added a handful of carbon to the brazier. It burned vigorously. First, he prayed to the gods and cursed the damn weather. He sat on the threshold in a daze.

    The heat of the brazier was only enough to warm the surrounding area. The wet snowflakes rustled and fell. The horse shed not far away was full of snow, making a clicking sound from time to time, as if it was about to collapse.

    This shabby tavern called "silver moon" is located on the side of the unknown path where King Avenue forks. It is lonely and seven miles away from the nearest town. It is reasonable that such a remote place is inaccessible. It is difficult to open a shop here and even support himself. But Lao Wei has a lively mind and has come up with a way to make money.

    Gambling.

    Gambling is forbidden in the Empire when the sun never sets. Soldiers often catch gambling in cities and towns, but gambling is not something that can be quit. Lao Wei was also a gambler when he was young. He was caught more than once and was beaten hard. Later, he gave up gambling ruthlessly. What he can do is related to this business and ran out of canteno city, He opened a gambling shop in a remote and hidden country.

    Lao Wei didn''t have much power. He didn''t dare to pump water like the underground gambling house in the city. He just picked some food from the winner. The soldiers thought it was far away and it was a small gambling house. They were lazy to come here to check. After doing it for some years, the gambler circle of Yinyue tavern in canteno gradually became a little famous.

    Seeing the money saved little by little, Lao Wei''s careful planning was preparing to confess to the widowed Mrs. Helen, but the situation of the Empire suddenly took a sharp turn.

    For several months, refugees from all over the country crowded King''s Avenue. They carried their belongings with carriages, trolleys and shoulders, and some drove livestock. They were skinny and looked dull. They were like dead bodies in the dead. They left nightmarish experiences and information where they passed.

    "Man eating monsters occupy Skogar!"

    "The dragon''s Legion destroys Hejian!"

    "The Legion retreats at dawn!"

    "The Black Dragon Emperor slaughtered monckville!"

    Lao Wei panicked, not only because of the rumors and the refugees along the way, but because at the last gambling, he heard several gamblers talking about the powerful nobles and officials quietly sending their families to the king''s city.

    This is the real news worthy of attention. Lao Wei realized that it is difficult for civilians like them to understand the real situation. Only the movements of noble men can explain the problem. He was willing to go to canteno city to inquire about information, but the snow has been blocked for more than ten days. In some places, the snow may be one meter deep, and even the most robust mules and horses can''t walk, God knows how many refugees were frozen to death in this terrible weather.

    Since the gambling, the silver moon tavern has never welcomed new guests. Lao Wei has also lost the way to get information. He can only stay on the threshold and talk to himself and pray nervously.

    "See how much food there is..."

    Old Wei carried the fire basin and was ready to go back to the house after ventilation. At this time, he suddenly heard a strange sound from his head. It was not like snow falling, but like the cooing sound after water boiling. He stared up, but saw a scene he had never seen in his dream.

    "I am the platinum Dragon God Bahamut..."

    ——

    "Today''s battle begins. Your performance must be better than yesterday!"

    After giving the order, the awe inspiring breath broke out.

    The soldiers in the duel bowed and looked at each other. There was a thick breath from the horn helmets. Although they were not as tall as adult orcs, they also wore heavy armor, put their brown bodies under heavy protection, and stared at their opponents with fierce eyes.

    The blade holder leaned slightly, held the handle tightly with his fingers, and made a tentative oblique cut.

    His knife is more than two meters long. It looks like a spear. There are no fancy carvings on it. The pure black blade is shining with metal. The shape of the knife is also very strange. The handle is short and the blade is long. It is easy to chop rather than stab. Using such a knife requires great power.

    This is not a knife that humans can use, but the standard black knife of the orc, the orc legion of the black wing empire.

    The opponent holding the hatchet also knew the power of the weapon, maintained extreme caution and changed position slowly. He didn''t react too much because of the opponent''s actions, moved forward step by step, tried to approach and then started.

    At this moment, the eyes of the orc holding the hatchet changed. A rock in the snow raised against his feet. His center of gravity did not change. He was preparing to make a slight adjustment, and the roar had come to his face.

    The ORC with a knife leaps up high and looks at the weight of his armor as if there is nothing. His movements are vigorous and fierce, like a ferocious beast plunging down the mountain. This is the standard jump cut in the orc''s war skills. It''s easy to master. It''s neither mysterious nor profound. There is no change in the later trend, that is, ordinary jump, raise a knife and cut.

    It''s a fatal chop!

    The air was torn open by the blade and screamed. The orc holding the hatchet wanted to block, but realized that the original block was difficult to stop such a powerful blow. At this time, the best way to deal with it was to roll. Although it would be awkward, it could effectively avoid it.

    But the orcs don''t want to step back.

    The soldier with axes as like as two peas and a roar of the male and female, as if the beast were awakening, and the blood of the ancestor was boiling in his body. He even jumped up and lifted the axe, and used the same technique of war with his opponent.

    The ORC with the blade roars violently, activating the lineage, and the two sides crisscross in the air.

    "Dang."

    The weapon gave out a trembling shrill sound. They fell to the ground at the same time, then immediately turned over and stood up again, facing each other again in breathing, staring at each other''s body vigilantly.

    "All right."

    The old Orc who watched the battle waved: "your mastery of the blood of your ancestors is similar, but today''s contest is Tamu won. Although he is disturbed, he is still close to you. Tazan, you should seize the opportunity to start first and lose."

    "If my blade opens, I can cut it in the air."

    "But my brother is not as strong as me."

    The two soldiers took off their helmets, one turned his mouth and the other laughed. They were still two children. Their faces were very young and looked far from adulthood.

    "Today''s contest is over. Go back and change your clothes and prepare for class." the old Orc said faintly.

    As soon as they heard that they were going to have class, tazan and Tamu immediately vented their anger, frowned and reluctantly said, "they are going to have class again..."

    "This is the order of the great emperor and for your good. In two years, you will be sixteen. If you can''t pass the examination, no matter how strong the force is, you can''t win the title of ''Warrior''."

    The old Orc gave a stern instruction and reminded: "when passing by the Garden Statue, remember to salute the great emperor and the Lords of the royal court."

    "I see." brother tazan nodded.

    "Grandpa, I have a problem."

    His younger brother Tamu came up and asked curiously, "who is the ORC with few hair in the garden who can stand next to the statue of the great emperor, Lord garh is still behind."

    "That man."

    The old ORC was stunned and gently exhaled, "that man''s name is Steve."

    As his voice fell, the light on his head suddenly became distorted, and a shining and majestic projection appeared, crowding the sky of viktori, the orc City: "I am the platinum Dragon God Bahamut..."

    ——

    Blakia woke up from the treasure house covered with gold and silver. She just opened her vertical eyes. Her expression suddenly changed and screamed sharply: "where''s my treasure? Who stole my crown? I''ll devour him alive. Damn it, it''s a crown full of 66 precious stones..."

    When the attendants heard the sound, they ran in panic, knelt down in front of the female black dragon with the smell of gold and silver, and said in a trembling voice, "Your Highness blakia, your crown of precious stones has been swallowed by yourself..."

    "How possible!"

    Blakiah stood up in a rage, shook off the gold coins and treasures on the scales, and roared in the jingle: "how dare you fool me? You must have stolen my treasures. Do you know who I am? I am the sister of the black emperor and the wife of the poisonous fire prince. I will hang you all!"

    The attendants were trembling and afraid to speak. Recently, his highness blakia would be angry every time she woke up. They were prepared.

    After a while, the mother black dragon woke up from her anger and began to recall that the Jewel Crown... Seemed to have been eaten by herself. She played with it for a long time yesterday and loved it very much. Finally, she couldn''t help swallowing it into her stomach.

    After recognizing the reality, the female black dragon raised her head and snorted, "get out, or I''ll kill you."

    Although this scene will be staged almost every day, the attendants are relieved and withdraw from the dragon''s treasure house in turn. As long as they pass the test of blakia''s anger after waking up each time, the next work will be very easy. Compared with summoning servants, the mother black dragon is more willing to do everything by herself. They only need to clean the nest and dust.

    "Snow."

    After rejecting the attendants, blakia slowly climbed out of the palace, squinted at the flying snowflakes, and hoarse: "it''s hard for velost to snow. That guy Garon should come and have a look."

    Because of the long distance, she and Garon can only rely on over-the-counter magic to communicate. In the short communication, Garon never told blakiah about the progress of the war, but only picked some new knowledge about the sun never setting Empire to blakiah, but the war has lasted for decades. Blakiah knows how many hardships and hardships there are even if she is slow.

    "Tell Caesar you want to rest. Won''t that guy let you back? What a fool."

    Blakia complained that she and Garon had been together since they were born. There were few times to separate for so many years. Although she always hated this stupid brother, she still felt a lot of unaccustomed when Garon left.

    This unaccustomed habit was increasing with time, and even blakia herself realized that her temper seemed to be getting hotter and hotter.

    The mother black dragon walked around the palace with a low look, leaving huge footprints one after another, and then wiped them with her tail to pass the long boring time.

    The next second, blakia''s expression suddenly changed. The muscles under the scales suddenly tightened. She looked left and right vigilantly and smelled an unusual breath. Soon, she noticed the strange source, looked up at the sky and murmured in an incredible tone: "Bahamut... Your majesty."

    "I am Bahamut, the platinum Dragon God, the Lord of the north and the king of the good dragon. There is a bloody and cruel war in the world of ayladia. I come to quell the war..."

    ——

    The spirit country, the wolf heart country, the central part, Hejian, monqueville fortress... All the creatures in all directions can look up and see the magnificent platinum dragon shadow, from Skogar on the South Bank of the empire with the sun never setting, to the uninhabited land at the northernmost end of the black wing Empire, and even vilost on the other side of the mainland, all directions are filled with the voice of Bahamut.

    It was the winter of 1782 in the third era, and there was snow all over ayladia.