Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 54
Karen City in late autumn is very beautiful. The warm water vapor from Lienia stretches all the way here along the Vania River, while the cold current in the Nangemir area is blocked by the hills in the wilderness north of the city. These two factors work together Under the circumstances, in mid-October, Karen was able to see the withering autumn leaves like flames in the northern border of the Dynasty, and also lost a bit of the unavoidable chill of autumn, which is not easy.

Claywell ended his work as a consul early on a rare day, and sat on the head of the city east of Karen wearing a cloak. He was obviously alone, but there were two large wine bars beside him. Gourd, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

After a while, a burst of brisk and powerful footsteps sounded from the stairs of the city wall behind him, accompanied by a funny and angry complaint.

"I said, send me out early in the morning to escort the supplies, and just enjoy yourself here lazily, right?" Consul Karen landed a punch on the shoulder.

"Hiss—it's not serious or serious," Clivell took a deep breath in pain, "I'm a perfumer, not you rough-skinned knights, it's painful to take your punch without fragrant medicine." Is it good?"

"Hey." Olvins, who knew he was wrong, didn't reply. He just uncorked the wine gourd and took a sip, smacking his mouth and narrowing his eyes in enjoyment.

Two months ago, he was recruited as the new Karen Internal Affairs Officer in the capacity of Clivell's staff. During this period of busy life, the young knight had undergone a transformation visible to the naked eye. The short beard around the lips, and the originally handsome but slightly green brows also have a bit of weathered color after experience.

"Have all the supplies in the north been allocated?" Clivell also took a sip from the wine gourd and asked.

"Don't worry, after delivering the last batch of food and medicine today, I ran around the ten or so largest tribes and met with their priests and elders. They all know our requirements, so they never We have tampered with the distribution of supplies—according to the current situation, if we save a little, those things are at least enough for the demi-humans and hybrids in southern Gmir to survive this winter."

"Very good." Clivell slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, sometimes it's really hard to understand when you think about it," Olvins sighed softly, "We just counted a few old grains that have been piled up in Karen's warehouse for too long and are ready to be discarded, enough to feed hundreds of demihumans and It is a miracle that they did not freeze and starve to death in the end. This may be due to the dewdrops of grace sent by the golden priests, but in the final analysis, it is their life. The land is too barren."

"I remember 40 years ago, when the territory of the Golden Dynasty had not yet expanded to this place, those alien races who were incompatible with the Golden Law were the natives of the Vania River Valley. At that time, they were not blessed, but they could at least be self-sufficient They are self-sufficient and still have enough. If it wasn’t for the fact that the demi-humans and hybrids had accumulated some population in those years, I’m afraid they would have perished in this era, right?”

Clivell was silent for a while after hearing this, raised his neck and took another sip of warm wine, exhaled and said, "That's right, this world is such an incomprehensible and extremely damnable thing."

"In the first year of the Golden Era, when Rodel was crowned and enthroned at the newly completed Rodel, His Majesty declared that he would establish a country where all races were equal, strong and prosperous. Just after the end of the War of the Gods, it was already a rare architectural miracle in the world. Among the first generation builders of that city, a quarter were hybrids who came to pursue the name of the brave king Ge Fulei. The 12th year of the Golden Calendar began In the unification war of China, these hybrids and their descendants also became the original fighters of the Eastern Expeditionary Corps under the King of War."

"In the 20th year of the Golden Era, the Golden Dynasty, which has annexed some small countries around the Asian Altar, directed its troops towards a large country of its own size for the first time. Her Majesty the Queen and the King of War led the army to conquer the Arctic Ice Field, preparing to destroy the giants that have been entrenched there for thousands of years. Dynasty." Clivell recalled, "But those flame giants who once fought against the ancient dragon without losing the wind are so easy to deal with. They have established a defense line on the cliff of Lord, which is no less dangerous than Didas. The unparalleled physical strength and the fire of the evil god repelled the attacks of the Golden Dynasty time and time again."

"It was also at that time that the queen sent envoys to pay a large sum of money to visit the leaders of several big tribes who were at odds with the giant royal court, and asked them to defect and join the golden army. Thousands of miles south of Lord, the warm land is for their people to live and multiply. With the help of these rebel giants, Lord's defense line was secretly withdrawn from a gap, and the golden army drove straight in from here, and together with the rebel army in the flame cauldron Annihilate the giant Wang Ting army, and start the golden tree era."

"Of course, you know the fate of those rebellious giants." Clivell looked at Olvins and said.

"Her Majesty Malika personally cast a divine spell curse, which destroyed their minds and made their bodies shrink day by day," Olvins shrugged, "In addition, that Majesty also ordered that the evil spirits in their stomachs be dug out. Right now, except for a few giants who escaped after detecting the abnormality in advance, almost all of those rebels were reduced to slaves and cannon fodder to be slaughtered, and by the end of the unification war, there were less than eleven left."

"I heard that there are still those remnants of the rebels hiding in the depths of the extreme northern ice sheet, avoiding the surveillance of the flame monks, and secretly plotting to revive the giant dynasty. Is this true?"

"Probably yes," Clivell sighed, tasting the strong wine in his throat, "The legendary ashes that can burn down the golden tree can't be extinguished so easily, let alone the flame that combines the extermination of the country and the massacre." What about the monstrous resentment? As long as there is still a embers of fire, they will not stop their revenge, will they?"

"Tsk, if the Golden Dynasty hadn't broken the covenant back then, wouldn't there be so many troubles today?"

"History does not tolerate assumptions. The rise of any dynasty is at the price of numerous bones. Even if you and I can sit here, aren't there three thousand dead souls in the sunset pass under our feet?" Clivell said in a slightly austere tone, "Just the Golden Dynasty."

At the end of the sentence, there was only a helpless sigh accompanied by the smell of alcohol.

After a long time, it was Olvins who brought up the topic of the drunken conversation, and said, "Have you sent someone to send the reply to His Highness?"

"I arranged for a puppet to deliver the letter urgently, and I think His Highness will receive it within three days." Clivell looked at the mountains in the distance that were dyed golden and red by autumn leaves, and said with a smile. The half-breed was sent to the Temple of the Ancient Dragon by accident, and my pure-hearted apprentice, living in a back alley, has the opportunity to meet His Highness and meet people, it's really wonderful."

"But other than that, what I'm really worried about is another thing—"

Olvins was startled for a moment, and immediately realized, "You mean the Kalia Mission?"

Clever showed a heavy look, nodded and said: "If everything is normal, they should have arrived in the capital by one and a half months at the latest. The Mugram knight who led the mission has never been a willful person. After delaying for so long, there must be a plan.”

"But," Olvins frowned suspiciously, "Callia has always been the most staunch ally of our Ancient Dragon Dynasty. If they really have any plans, they are going to the Golden Dynasty, right? What does it have to do with Your Highness?"

"You—" Clivell grabbed the wine gourd and knocked him on the forehead, and said with a blank look: "Your Highness appointed you to be my staff, didn't you really ask me to be your teacher?"

"Currently and even in the next few decades, ninety percent of the world's situation depends on those demigods. Rodel, as a place where demigods gather, is the most dangerous whirlpool in the world today. His Highness is there, and there is nothing around him." The situation is changing, how can there be any reason to be alone?"

He turned his eyes to the cliff at the end of the sky in the northeast direction, and sighed: "At this time, whether it is a trap or an opportunity, it is all in the mind of your Highness."

(End of this chapter)