Lady annabella’s maid returned to the castle in a magic caravan.
Iman Owen and Jude chatted by the moat at the city gate.
"Hey Iman, how do you know Baron Sudak?" Jude leaned against the railing of the suspension bridge by the moat and asked Iman Owen
This suspension bridge hangs over the river. The whole bridge is made of oak. Every handrail is connected with hemp rope.
At the entrance of the city gate, there is a line of characters written in Fort Constanyine, while the one-meter diameter magic red copper is used to create the Owen family emblem.
"He is going to sell some sulfur mines. It is said that he found a sulfur mine in his territory and came to me to sell it to the workshop." Iman Owen glanced at Jude, who had known him for a long time and knew how proud this knight was who was about to touch the second threshold.
He paused for a couple of Jude and asked, "By the way, is Jude the Baron Sudak famous?"
Jude stretched out his hand and touched the thick stubble and nodded slightly.
He had to admit that that shine of this knight from Hailansa City, Vozhmara City, obscured the excellent performance of all the knight in the guard camp.
Jude looked down at his right rib. He was wearing the armor of the guard camp, but he could still feel the scar. Every time it rains on cloudy days, it hurts faintly.
He remembered how crazy those giant hellhounds who were fighting in Wal-Mart and were bigger than calves were.
Jude said, "The city of Shaowojimara is like this. You don’t even know what it has done in Wojimara … At that time, our Constantinople guard battalion, the Plexus guard battalion and the Hellscream guard battalion were combined into a fighting group. When they fought, their fighting team was always the brightest in the fighting group. Of course, there was no shortage of such brave knights in the battlefield, and its team performed very well. This alone is not worthy of everyone’s admiration."
"But he is still a knight with holy light. If anyone is injured, you can call him-everyone needs to pay a hellhound’s head for minor injuries. His holy light is very effective. If it weren’t for special serious injuries, he could almost treat them."
"He doesn’t care whether the injured are natives or reinforcements. There is a difference between serious injuries and minor injuries in his eyes."
"Now you go to the guard camp to name the Baron Surdak. There must be many people who remember him, but how do I feel that he was a civilian knight before? When did he become an aristocratic baron? Is it true that he concealed his identity before? " Jude was puzzled by this.
At the end of each battle, there is always a tent in the Hailanza guard camp, and the lights will light up at the end.
As soon as Iman Owen remembered some information, he said, "I know him. Is he the knight with the highest military merit in Bena’s guard battalion? When my uncle came back, he was also full of praise for the knight in Hailanza. It was him! But I don’t think he has anything special! "
"Maybe. Maybe we’ll meet on the battlefield later." Jude said flatly.
"Why? Is it going to fight again? " Iman Owen asked in some surprise
Years of war have led to a large imbalance in the population ratio between men and women in the Green Empire. At present, plane wars have broken out all over the country. Most of those heavily armed grand dukes’ legions are stuck in the mire. The main force of the Bena Legion owned by Duke Newman of Bena Province is trapped in the Warsaw plane.
"Not so fast, but recently there have been frequent plane wars, and the Green Empire will definitely move. At least it will blow a counterattack horn at several key planes." Jude said firmly with the flames of war in his eyes.
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Surdak rushed back to Wall Village just in time for the Harvest Festival.
The wheat in the field has been harvested, and the vegetable fields on the other side of the beach are also covered with cabbage and cauliflower. The vine leaves of those pumpkins have gradually turned yellow and orange pumpkins have emerged.
Pumpkins and cabbages are piled on the central platform of the village square. The women in the village are decorating the village square, and there is a festive atmosphere everywhere.
The wheat stalks on the threshing floor are like domes and spires. This spring, the wheat fields have been fully irrigated, so these ears of wheat are more compact and full when harvested in autumn, and the top grains of wheat are also pulped. The old village chief Brett believes that all the villagers can survive the long winter if they produce wheat this year with some trees, rice and miscellaneous grains.
This winter, regardless of the disaster that the snowstorm collapsed the house, the women in the village have gone into the mountains to collect all kinds of things. There is no famine pressure in mountain products, and the things they brought back from oak ridge look much better.
Not far from the entrance of Gubolaima Public Security Station, the reservoir site is organizing the grouting plywood of the main body of the fourth-level reservoir to be built like a thick wall, and the outside of the third-level reservoir is surrounded by a larger arc.
The busiest in the village are the wagons. At this time, wagons are still driving into the reservoir site one after another.
I don’t know how many good things have been broken in this year just by carving magic lines on the axle of the array. It is easy to buy in Hailanza, although it is a little expensive, Surdak never saves money in this respect.
The balcony on the second floor of Samira Security Office greeted Surdak in the courtyard. It seems that she is specialized. After waiting for greeting Surdak, she wore a linen skirt and went back to her room to sleep.
Andrew limped out of the security office and smiled at Surdak.
Most of his bandages have been removed. This indigenous warrior is strong and has a medium-term strength. His self-healing ability is far better than that of ordinary people. He recovered in just half a month. When he saw Surdak coming back from the outside, he couldn’t wait to beg Surdak to let him ride for a ride in the desert. These days, he stayed in the security office and ate and slept, and he was going to have a layer of thick armor.
Surdak didn’t say anything against watching him vault easily with bandages wrapped around his body, and took out a set of brand-new guard camp armor from his magic pocket and set him one by one.
With a heavy suit of armor, Andrew immediately became a big stupid bear, not to mention running and jumping, even walking in the yard seemed a little difficult, so Andrew’s idea of going out to patrol was dismissed by Surdak.
Aphrodite was wearing gauze pajamas. When she leaned over with the elbow railing, there were clear drops of water on her chest. The pajamas shook gently.
Suldak would think she was more like a lady who just woke up in a noble courtyard if she didn’t have two big bags bulging behind her and messy long hair hiding corners to show her succubus identity.
With the magic contract of equality, mutual assistance and reciprocity, Aphrodite Sudak is more and more unaware of her own image.
Surdak crustily boarded the rattan chair on the terrace on the second floor and sat here with a good view. Sitting here, you can just see the whole village of Wall.
Aphrodite, the succubus, is lying sideways on the rattan chair opposite Surdak, and her nightgown can’t hide her graceful figure.
So that Surdak can constantly give himself psychological hints.
She is a succubus!
She is a succubus!
She is a succubus!
"There’s nothing going on in the village recently, right?" Surdak turned his head to look at the oak table in front of the cane chair.
Aphrodite blinked her eyes as big as purple grapes and hid a smile on her face. "Fortunately, the new wizard at the Dark Moon Gate is timid. He just rode around the village of Wall twice in the evening and never showed up again."
"When?" Surdak asked in surprise.
"About five days ago," Aphrodite said casually.
"How can you be sure that it is the Dark Moon Gate Wizard?" Surdak asked doubtfully.
"Of course I know! Because he likes flying around by magic, he also likes to cross the door … "Aphrodite told Surdak her reasons with her fingers broken."
Listen to Aphrodite, the succubus, saying that the man riding a magic slap is really likely to be a dark moon wizard.
Finally, Aphrodite told Surdak that Gulitim, the ogre, was not in the mood to herd sheep in Beigou grassland, and counted the arrival date of the harvest festival with his fingers broken every day.
Surdak waved his hand to show that he knew.
After understanding the situation of the security office these days, he got up and walked to the terrace, rode on the bush wall in the courtyard and chewed the grass. Gubo came to the horse to get home.
"hey, captain!" Aphrodite terrace will Surdak shout.
The last ray of sunshine in the evening came through her and made her look like a silhouette in the sun.
"What?" Surdak pulls the reins and turns to ask.
"Are you discriminating against succubus?" Aphrodite ourtenant’s eyes were full of narrow smiles.
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Chapter 555 Believers in the Dark Goddess
Although we don’t know that the wizard of the Dark Moon Gate, Woercun, flew for a purpose, we can feel that it is this wizard who brought a kind of pressure to Woercun, which seems to have reached the hearts of every villager.
Some villagers in the village have been whispering that it is strange for the magician who can fly around on a magic whip to see the eyes of the magicians and villagers in the village adventure group.