Proof of the Sun King

Kislev, the country in the ice and snow, the northernmost country in the civilization of the old world human order.

It is shrouded in snow all year round. The way to distinguish the seasons is to see whether the snow is bigger or smaller outside. The days here are short and sometimes long. Mrs. Keisler and the Ugor people who live here will always be there. During the day, they race against time to carry out their daily activities, because when the day passes and night falls, no one dares to stay in the wild, even those priests who are blessed by the bear **** Ersun or those brave and invincible winged cavalry, as long as they have a choice, These seasoned warriors also choose to stay behind the walls of towns.

The desolation of the land makes the whole of Keslov, except for a few pieces of land blessed and cast by the Ice Witch, there is no place for farming at all. Fishing and hunting are the main source of food here, and high-calorie food has become Mrs. Kessler’s favorite. , the permanent shortage of supplies makes the entire country rarely get enough to eat after a year of hard work, not to mention the endless threats from the wild.

Many people thought, how could anyone want to come to such a place?

However, on the contrary, Kislev's mercenaries were probably the largest number outside of Tyrell.

Because the foreign merchants and the nobles who come and go have always needed a large number of people to ensure their safety.

Beyond that, however, Kislev has something even more appealing.

Outlaws and riches.

Here, countless death row prisoners can find their own place, and the imperial chasing soldiers will give up chasing these prisoners after reaching the border of Kislev, which makes many criminals who do not want to be hanged to find a place to stay, eager to Wave after wave of mercenaries and bounty hunters of wealth and glory descend upon this icy realm, interested in the location of the tombs of the Chaos warlords and the ancient fortresses of the dwarves.

At the same time, only the real brave will try to cross the Linsk River and enter the troll country. This land is even more terrifying than the dangerous Kislev. Here, countless evil creatures are twisted by chaos. And the northern barbarians who are constantly heading south are all haunting this land. The adventurers and mercenaries who are not skilled will disappear on the vast ice field in just a few days, and even if there is no battle, they will be abandoned from the north. The chaotic wind blowing from the earth will also be mixed with the whispers and curses of the evil **** of chaos, which is enough to drive a normal person crazy in just a few months or even weeks.

However, adventures in troll country are incredibly rewarding.

The troll kingdom is littered with the tombs of Chaos champions and ancient human warriors, with countless buried treasures of gold and silver awaiting their new masters, and many abandoned dwarven temples still hold vibranium and mithril, as well as those ancient to almost Forgotten runes, there are inexhaustible and inexhaustible minerals, gold and silver gems, and even those extremely precious magic gems, and even some lucky ones will find one made of mysterious runes. weapons or armor! That is priceless!

Therefore, when people talk about the exploration of the troll country, they will always use a tone of envy and admiration. According to the reliable investigation conclusions drawn and published by the Queen Catalin, the adventurers who returned from the troll country , 90 have made a fortune or got a more generous return!

90 probability! And it's an amazingly high rate of return!

This is the land of trolls north of Kislev, a haven for opportunists and adventurers!

On the day when winter is about to enter, the troll country is very close to the Linsk River, and two returning adventurers are welcomed. These two adventurers are obviously very high-ranking, otherwise they will not let Kislev. Four winged cavalry were dispatched to respond by the Linsk River.

But what they were waiting for was a loud bang.

"Boom!" A giant with a height of more than ten meters fell to the ground with a bang, and the giant's face still retained a bit of unwillingness before death.

A one-meter-six long sword of frost was inserted into his forehead, killing him with one blow.

Several winged cavalrymen looked at each other, a giant died like this? !

The biting north wind was coming, mixed with wind and snow blowing on the face of the leading winged cavalry. The only place in the Kislev Kingdom that can be called a city.

The other three winged cavalrymen were a little anxious. After all, they received orders to welcome people here. If the other party had an accident, they would definitely bear huge responsibilities.

"Calm down!" General Kukov frowned, the soldier with a beautiful mustache, he tried his best to look into the distance.

As a general of the winged cavalry, Kukov once went to the empire as a mercenary to serve the electors. What he hated most was the endless black forest of the empire, where the sky was always shaded by trees, and the sky was dark. Kislev's field of vision is always wider, and although this makes Kukov feel small, he still insists not to intervene.

Every adventurer who can escape from the troll country is a great warrior! And the Warriors are always dignified, and they certainly don't like someone intervening.

Within the dense snowstorm, two figures gradually appeared.

The first figure is about 1.8 meters tall. He wears a bearskin hat on his head. There are many colorful feathers on the hat. A mithril full-body plate armor protects his body. The family coat of arms engraved with a red bull and an iron cross in the middle of the black and white shield indicates his identity. Behind him is a huge bull cloak, and at his waist hangs two short fire guns and a sharp steel long sword. , put the shield behind him.

Even though he was so thickly dressed, the visitor was still breathing in the extremely cold environment, and he said proudly and proudly, "It's really cold weather, damn, I thought it was cold enough in Wolfen's winter, but after entering the After the troll country, I understand how low the temperature is here, what do you think? Mentor?"

"Oh? Is that so? I think, in this place, I can feel the warmth of my hometown." The second person appeared from the wind and snow. "It's good, it would be better if it was colder, like Like Asaheim."

The tutor is very tall, at least 2.6 meters tall. His long golden hair has been smashed into a sky braid, and the long hair on both sides is also tied into many small braids. He is just wearing a rather worn-out full-body board. A, with wolf teeth and wolf skulls strung with ropes on his chest, his face looks like those of the most vicious northern barbarians, with a rebellious wildness and a high nose, like a wolf There is a taste of teaching in his eyes, and his cloak is also made of a whole wolf skin, which is engraved with the image of a giant wolf galloping among the stars "Be vigilant, Oleg, danger is everywhere, in You can't relax until you get home!"

"Yes! Tutor, but I think I have to admit that I miss my wife in Wolfenburg and the wine in the cellar very much!" Oleg von Zhukov subconsciously agreed, and then used a mocking expression. He said in a breath, "Follow your teachings!"

"Hahaha~" The instructor let out a rough laugh. His voice sounded as rude and malicious as a wolf, but it exuded endless pleasure and heroism. The fireplace can soothe the hearts of warriors even more!"

"Hahahaha~" The two master and apprentice laughed nonchalantly in the wilderness. The instructor reached out and held the Frostbite Blade inserted into the giant's face. He spat, kicked the giant away, and closed it Take up the long sword.

The four winged cavalry were relieved, and General Kukov slapped his horse forward. "Hello, Lord Baron Oleg, and Lord Wolfen of Wolfen, we have received your signal and are here to welcome you!"

"?" The instructor paused, and he yelled at his disciple quite dissatisfiedly, "What's going on?! Oleg, didn't I tell you that the Moka trial can only be completed by you alone?! "

"I did it alone! Mentor, I just sent a message to my father after completing the Moka trial, and asked him to send someone to pick us up!" Oleg quickly defended, "This is my father's will, I am His eldest son and first-in-line heir! You know how much work it took me to get my father to promise me to follow you in this trial!"

"...Listen to your father's words like this?" The teacher's anger came and went quickly. He was still in anger just now, and his hair was flying, but he immediately became amiable again. He reached out and patted Oleg on the shoulder, and smiled, "Hey, no Wrong, listening to my father's words is right, it seems that our meeting was not accidental, and I also listen to my father's words very much."

Only then did Oleg let out a sigh of relief. His mentor was indeed a little moody, but fortunately, he was born with the kind of boldness that belongs to a northern man, so it was not too difficult to get along with.

The four winged cavalry and the master and apprentice joined together and walked towards the south together. They took the time to cross the Linsk River. The instructor could clearly feel that after the results crossed the Linsk River, everyone was relieved. tone.

Is the north side of this river so dangerous to these people? The instructor smiled nonchalantly, revealing the sharp fangs in his mouth.

Also, the human beings in this world are still very tenacious. The Ugor people, Mrs. Keisler, and the Imperial people are worthy of admiration for this alone.

After the group crossed the river, it was already late, and the biting north wind was blowing on everyone. Even the strongest winged cavalry shivered with cold. They took out the map and carefully identified the direction. Then follow the snow-covered wilderness road.

Finally, just before sunset, the group came to a small Kislev village, which was built not far from a coniferous forest by a small river that had been frozen by ice. The wall made of logs made everyone feel a sense of belonging. The village is close to a small hill, with neatly arranged and crowded houses, and a central mansion with a spire, the whole body is painted red.

It was getting late, the gate of the village was tightly closed, and just above the gate, Mrs. Keisler with a ferocious face was using a longbow and a spear to prepare these uninvited guests. The cavalry's signature wings made them drop their hostility, and a Mrs. Keisler above the gate yelled at them, "Privet?"

General Kukov also shouted "Zdrastevy!"

The two sides shouted a few more words from Kislev, and the defenders nodded. Oleg and his mentor both heard the sound of the door squeaking open and the door behind the door being removed. He opened it and swept the thick pile of snow in front of the door.

"Let's spend the night here tonight, Lord Oleg, Lord Wolf." General Kukov said, "The snowstorm outside is too heavy, and it is too dangerous to be in the wild. Reasonable people understand this time. We should hide behind the wall."

"Maybe." The instructor disagreed, but he didn't object either.

Shortly after everyone entered the village, the gate of the village slammed shut. In Kislev, looters from Norska or Kurgan were commonplace to the people here, and worse things often haunt here. Humans are always ready to fight.

The shacks and barns were covered by snow, and the ground in the village was extremely frozen, with shallow ruts on it. General Kukov told the two masters and apprentices that they needed to enter the central house and face the village's road. Pay their respects to "Boye", and then Boye will give them free food and a place to rest.

That's Kisler's rule, and Mrs. Kisler's character, practical, serious, tenacious, and unlikable.

Obviously, the mentor rejected this proposal. He took out the heads of five Chaos Champions. "Is this enough? If there are so many Boyers in your mouth, he can get my respect!"

General Kukov and Oleg both knew the temperament of the wolf-lord. They were both admirable and helpless, so they could only go in with these heads.

After ten minutes, the door of the central hall opened, and Boyer from the village came out to greet the visitor warmly. He was a burly man with long braided hair, an axe on his waist, and a bushy beard , holding the hands of the mentor and Oleg very enthusiastically, talking non-stop, and then leading everyone into the door.

There was a heat flow, and there was a lot of food prepared in the hall. Big Lieba, beetroot soup, delicious barbecue, two stoves were stewing broth, and the crackling flames reflected the walls of the entire hall. Turned into a goose-yellow appearance.

The men and women of Kislev warmly greeted visitors, danced, and played harps and lutes~www.wuxiaspot.com~singers stories of human heroes and tsars.

The tutor and Oleg sat at one side of the long table, the waiter handed a full glass of kumiss, and then a full glass of Kislev vodka, the tutor grabbed the vodka and drank it directly , the hot liquid rushed through his mouth and esophagus, making him gasp.

"Huh~" Oleg also learned to drink a full glass, and was so hot that he was speechless. Despite this, the heir of the elector finally felt the warmth from human beings and his homeland. He coughed a few times. Sheng "After spending more than a year in Trollland, I almost forgot about the feeling of home, I almost thought that every part of the world was like Trollland, with only barren, snow, weeds and endless sky. ."

"More than a year?" The instructor sneered. He immediately filled himself with a large glass of vodka, and then picked up a half-baked pork leg and gnawed it directly. "It's only been over a year, and you think it's hard?"

"What's the matter, mentor, isn't this hard enough?" Oleg shouted dissatisfiedly when the wine came up.

"...If I say that I slaughtered hundreds of thousands of Chaos Demons in the warp by myself, and it took me thousands of years to get here, do you believe it?" The teacher's face appeared With a look of reminiscence, it disappeared immediately, nibbling on the pork leg, tasting the deliciousness of the original food.

"Teacher! I know you're very powerful, very powerful, but you're bragging too much!" Oleg lowered his head to deal with a piece of lamb chops, his face full of black lines, "I don't believe it!"

"Hey, I don't believe it either." The tutor didn't care, he laughed, and everyone thought he was making a bad joke.

Yeah, a bad joke.

A bad joke my father played on me.

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