Not long after dawn broke, Lao Wei added a handful of carbon to the brazier, which burned vigorously. He first prayed to the gods, then cursed the damn ghost weather, and sat on the threshold in a daze.

The heat of the brazier was only enough to warm the surrounding area, and the wet snowflakes were falling. The horse shed not far away was already full of snow, and it made crackling sounds from time to time, as if it was about to collapse.

This dilapidated tavern, called "Silver Moon", is located on the unknown road branched by King's Avenue. It is lonely and seven miles away from the nearest town. Logically speaking, such a remote place is rarely crowded, and it is difficult to open a shop here to support yourself. However, Lao Wei is very smart and came up with a way to make money.

gamble.

The Empire of Sun never set explicitly prohibited gambling. Soldiers often catch gambling in towns, but gambling is not something that can be quit just by quitting. Lao Wei was also a gambler when he was young. He was caught more than once and was beaten a lot. Later, he made up his mind to quit gambling, but what he did was still related to this industry. He ran out of the city of Canterno and opened a gambling shop in a remote and hidden countryside.

Lao Wei had no power and dared not pump as much as the underground gambling house in the city. He just took some food from the winner. The soldiers thought the place was far away and it was a small gambling house. They were lazy to check it here. After working for some years, the Silver Moon Tavern gradually gained some fame in the gambler circle in Cantero.

Seeing the money being saved little by little, Lao Wei was planning carefully and was about to confess to the widowed and helpless Mrs. Heron, but the situation of the empire without setting sun suddenly took a sharp turn.

For months, refugees from all over the world filled the King's Avenue. They carried their belongings with carriages, trolleys and shoulders, and some drove away their livestock. They were skinny and sluggish, like dead bodies in the dead, leaving behind nightmares and experiences wherever they walked.

"The man-eating monster takes over Skogarh!"

"The evil dragon's legion destroyed the Hejian Kingdom!"

"The Dawn Legion retreated!"

"The Black Dragon Emperor massacred Monkville!"

Lao Wei was panicked, not only because of the rumors and refugees along the way, but because during the last time he gathered to gamble, he heard several gamblers talking about the high-powered nobles and officials who were quietly sending their families to the royal city.

This is the news that is truly worthy of attention. Lao Wei realized that it is difficult for civilians like them to understand the real situation. Only the movements of the nobles can explain the problem. He was willing to go to Kantor City to inquire about information, but the snow had been blocked for more than ten consecutive days. In some places, the snow may be one meter deep, and even the strongest mules and horses could not walk. God knows how many refugees were frozen to death in this ghost weather.

Since that gambling, Yinyue Tavern has never welcomed new guests. Lao Wei has lost the way to obtain information and can only stay on the threshold and talk to himself and pray anxiously.

“Look at how much more food is left…”

Lao Wei held the fire brazier and was about to go back to the house after breathing. At this time, he suddenly heard a strange sound coming from above his head, not like snow falling, but like the gurgling sound after water boiling. He widened his eyes and looked up, but saw a scene he had never seen even in his dream.

"I am the platinum dragon god Bahamut..."

——

"Today's battle begins, your performance must be better than yesterday!"

After a command, a stern aura erupted.

The warriors in the duel hunched their bodies and looked at each other. A strong breath came from the ox horn helmet. Although they were not as tall as adult orcs, they were also wearing heavy armor, putting their brown bodies under heavy protection, and staring at their opponents with sharp eyes.

The blade holder turned side slightly, held the handle of the knife with his fingers tightly, and used force suddenly, tentatively making a slashing posture.

His knife is more than two meters long, just like a spear, without any fancy glyphs on it, the pure black blade is shining with metallic light, and the knife shape is also very unique, with a short handle and a long blade, which is convenient for chopping rather than stabbing. Using such a knife requires extremely strong power.

This is not a knife that humans can use, but a standard black knife of the orcs, the orcs legion of the Black Wing Empire.

The opponent holding the short axe also knew the power of the weapon, maintained extreme caution, slowly changed positions, and did not react excessively due to the opponent's movements. He moved forward step by step, trying to approach and then took action.

At this moment, the orc holding the short axe changed his eyes, and a rock raised in the snow and hit his feet. His center of gravity could not help but change. He was about to adjust a little, but the roar was already coming to his face.

The orcs holding the sword jumped up, and regarded the weight of the whole body armor as if nothing had happened. Their movements were agile and fierce, like a fierce beast who was going down the mountain to rush to eat. This is the standard jumping and slashing in orc combat skills. It is easy to master, not mysterious or profound, and there is no change in the future. It is just an ordinary jumping, raising a knife, and slashing.

But it was a fatal slash!

The air was torn apart by the blade and made a harsh scream. The orc holding the short axe wanted to block it, but realized that it would be difficult to block it on the spot to block it. The best way to deal with it at this time is to roll. Although the posture would be very embarrassing, it could effectively avoid it.

But the orcs didn't want to retreat.

The warrior holding the axe let out a roar of a mighty roar, as if a giant beast was awakened, and the blood of his ancestors was boiling in his body. He actually jumped up and held up the battle axe high, using the same combat skills as his opponent. After the attack, he actually wanted to score the best in one blow.

The orc holding the blade roared, activated bloodline, and the two sides intersected in the air.

"clang."

The weapon made a trembling sharp sound. They fell to the ground at the same time, then immediately turned over and confronted each other again while gasping, staring at each other's body vigilantly.

"alright."

The old orc watching the battle waved: "You have the same level of mastery of the ancestor's blood, but today's competition was that Tamu won. Although he was disturbed, he was still evenly matched with you. Tazan, you seize the opportunity to start, you shouldn't lose."

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

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

The two soldiers took off their helmets, one curled his lips and the other laughed. They were actually two children, with a very tender face and looked far from underage.

"Today's contest ends here. Go back and change your clothes and prepare to go to class." The old orc said lightly.

When he heard that he was going to attend class, Tazan and Tamu immediately became angry, frowning, and looked reluctant: "I want to attend class again..."

"This is the order of the Emperor, and it is also for your own good. In two years, you will be sixteen years old. If you fail the assessment, no matter how strong your force is, you will not be able to win the title of "Warrior"."

The old orc taught harshly and reminded him: "When passing by the garden statue, remember to salute the Great Emperor and the royal lords."

"I understand." Brother Tazan nodded.

"Grandpa, I have a problem."

The younger brother Tamu came up and asked curiously: "Who is the orc with few hairs in the garden? He can actually stand next to the statue of the Great Emperor, and the Grand Lord Gal is still behind."

"That person."

The old orc was stunned and exhaled gently: "That person is SF."

As he finished speaking, the light on his head suddenly became distorted, and a shiny and magnificent projection appeared, filling the sky of the orc city Victori: "I am the platinum dragon god Bahamut..."

——

Blackia woke up from the treasure house covered with gold and silver. She opened her vertical eyes and her expression suddenly changed, and she let out a sharp roar: "Where is my treasure? Who stole my crown? I want to swallow him alive. Damn it, it is a crown inlaid with sixty-six gems..."

When the servants heard the sound, they ran in panic, knelt down in front of the female black dragon with the smell of gold and silver all over them, and said tremblingly: "His Royal Highness Blaxia, your gem crown has been swallowed into your stomach by yourself..."

"How is that possible!"

Blackia stood up furiously, shook off the gold coins and treasures on the scales, and yelled 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 Prince Poison Fire. I want to hang you all!"

The attendants were trembling and did not dare to speak. Recently, His Highness Blackia was furious every time she woke up, and they were mentally prepared.

After a while, the female Black Dragon woke up from her anger and began to recall that the gem crown... seemed to have eaten it herself. She played with the thing for a long time yesterday and loved it very much. In the end, she couldn't help swallowing it into her stomach to digest it.

After realizing the reality, the female black dragon raised her head and snorted: "Get out quickly, or you will be killed."

Although this scene happened almost every day, the servants were relieved and quit the dragon's treasure house one by one. As long as they passed the test of Blaxia's rage after each awakening, the next work would be very relaxed. Compared to calling the servants, the mother black dragon was more willing to do everything by themselves. They just needed to clean the nest and clean the dust.

"Snow."

After repelling the attendant, Blackia slowly climbed out of the palace, squinted her eyes and looked at the flying snowflakes, and her voice was hoarse: "It's hard to snow in Verloster, that guy Gallon should come and have a look."

Because the distance is far away, she and Gallon could only rely on magical contacts beyond the distance. In the brief communication, Gallon never talked about the progress of the war with Blackshia, but they only chose some new experiences in the Empire of Sun Never Setting to Blackshia. However, this war has lasted for decades. Even if Blackshia was slow, she knew how many difficulties and difficulties there were.

"Say to Caesar and want to rest, won't that guy let you back? What a fool."

Blackshia complained that she and Gallon have been together since they were born and rarely separated for so many years. Although she always disliked this silly brother, when Gallon left, she still felt a lot of discomfort.

And this discomfort is increasing with time, and even Blackia herself realizes that her temper seems to be getting more and more irritable.

The female black dragon paced with a low expression, wandering back and forth outside the palace, leaving one huge footprint after another, and then swept the footprints with its tail to pass the long boring time.

The next second, Blackshia's expression suddenly changed, and the muscles under the scales suddenly tense. She looked around with caution and smelled some unusual breath. Soon, she noticed the strange source, looked up at the sky, and murmured in an incredible tone: "Bahamut... Your Majesty."

"I am the platinum dragon god Bahamut, the lord of the north, the king of the good dragon, and the world of Eladia is in a bloody and cruel war. I am here to calm the war..."

——

The Elf Kingdom, the Wolf Heart Kingdom, the Central Kingdom, the Hejian, the Monkville Fortress... The creatures in all directions looked up and could see the majestic and magnificent platinum dragon shadows. From Skogarh on the south bank of the Empire of the Sun, to the uninhabited land at the northernmost end of the Black Wing Empire, and even the Verlost on the other end of the continent, Bahamut's Shenxiong's voice was filled with all directions.

It was the winter of 1782, and snow fell across Eladia.
Chapter completed!