Chapter 123 from dawn (on)

"Master Putier asked me to add some firewood to you, Your Highness." The recruit, Willow Ken, came to hold a bundle of firewood and walked steadily to the side of Tyres sitting next to the fire.

Tyres nodded his head and thought about the proposal of King Noon.

This is their last stop before entering Longyan.

Behind them, under the urging of Putilla, Wyatt and Rolf, including the veterans of the stars, were nervously examining the equipment.

The black sand soldiers who camped in the camp were busy, and the White Blade Guards remained as they were guarded by prison guards. They were all vigilant and look bad.

As if they really have a life and death with them.

"Wei Luo," the second prince whispered when the recruits were ready to leave and return to the ranks of the team: "After our journey began, you were afraid, at least nervous?"

Wei Luo put down the firewood respectfully and heard the words.

"You know," Tyres slowly said: "Every day is struggling in the inexplicable danger, worrying about the cold, worrying about the battle, worrying about the enemy, worrying about everything."

Wei Luo stunned, as if he did not expect his prince to ask him.

The recruit turned his head and thought about it carefully before he replied: "The moment before the battle is very tense. After all, I don't like the uncle of Master Jenad, the knife is cut to the head and still so calm."

"But I don't feel scared," Willow frowned, thinking carefully, and even the respectful tone forgot: "Although it is dangerous, I think it's much simpler..."

“Simple?” Taylors questioned.

"I mean, on the battlefield, everything is fast: I shot the gun out, only the two results of life and death, this is very good." Willow's eyes were silent, and his expression was a little desolate: "At least you work hard. At the time, there will be rewards, and you will know what the outcome will be - then don't be afraid."

Taylor stared at the recruit's face.

"Wei Luo, who taught you the double guns? Parents and elders?" Tyres put his hands on the fire to warm himself, and asked without hesitation: "Is it still a veteran who will make a double gun?"

Wei Luo touched the double guns tied behind his back and scratched his face in confusion.

"Nobody taught me, Your Highness." After confirming that the prince of the prince was really just chatting, the recruits slowly shook their heads: "As for my parents, they died eleven or two years ago."

Twelve years ago.

Tyres put this number in his heart.

"So it is..." Taylors said slowly.

"You know, the military disaster in the Northland..." Wei Luo shrugged his shoulders and said with no expression: "There is no food in the village. The parents followed the people in the village and took the only items to go to the nearest village to change food, but again. did not return."

Taylors raised his gaze.

"But listening to the old man in the village said that no matter whether it is the Exeter or the army of our stars, there will be no good end - the winner asks for the tribute, and the loser directly plunders." Wei Luo fell to the ground: " It was very messy at the time."

The two were silent for a few seconds.

"Then how did you survive?" Tyres silently.

“The gift of the mountains,” Wei Luo sighed: “Although adults say that it is a gift from God, only travelers can enjoy it.”

"But my sister and I are all hungry." The recruit's face was stunned: "And we are not the only ones to do this. At the end of the winter, even the most remote treetops were robbed."

The post-war famine in the north...Thales remembered the hysteria of the Duke of Aaron in the Revival Palace.

"But after spring came, the food was still not enough to eat, Your Highness. My sister was hungry and biting her fingers..." Willa stared at the fire and struggled in the memory: "Fortunately, the pastoral river passes through our village, I will Follow everyone in the village and do everything you can to fish."

"We won't edit the net. At that time, we can't borrow fishing nets, and we can't find a place with fish."

"So I can only rely on the way of the fork fish in my childhood, staying by the river every day... I always fail at the beginning, I can't find the fish, and the other adults give us the fish we have. Every time I bring it When the fish came home, my sister was very happy..."

"Going out in the morning, looking at my sister's smiling face, but I don't know if there will be enough gains today," Wei Luo said in a low voice: "Many times you work hard."

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief: "But you are still alive."

"Then I became more skilled and I found the fish." Willow looked down at his hands and raised his brow: "There are more catches when the river is frozen, and the fish are cold. Shrink together..."

"After growing up, you can't just eat, you have to play more fish, go to the market to exchange, and sometimes even change the copper coins."

"I started trying two hand-fork fish. After a long time, I could even wear the ice layer with one hand - so on the battlefield, I always like to get a gun."

So, Taylors sighed:

"But you responded to the call this time," the second prince said faintly: "What about your sister? Stay at home?"

Wei Luo’s face was a glimpse.

"No." The recruit tried to smile, but in the end, he could only show a bitter expression.

"She had typhoid fever last year, we have no money, no place to buy medicines - only medicines in big towns." Wei Luo trembled: "I can only feed her hot water over and over again."

Tyres frowned.

Collia - the little girl who had typhoid fever appeared in front of her eyes.

"Finally, my sister said she wants to eat fish."

"But when I came back..."

Willow was silent and stared at the fire.

Taylors did not speak.

After a few seconds, the two people only heard the surrounding vocals and the explosion of the fire.

Until the look of Wei Luo reopened:

"I buried her by the river."

The recruits squinted hard, as if something was invading, just listening to him:

"I really hope that there are fish in the prison, and my Highness."

Wei Luo silently took a less standard ceremony and turned away.

At this time, Tyres stopped the recruits.

"Wei Luo."

"There is fish in the prison." The second prince looked at Willo, who had come back, and smiled: "I read it from books."

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"Are you worried about the upcoming things?" Putilla stood on the side of Tyres and looked at the back of the recruits.

Taylors sitting next to the fire looked up.

"Do you know, Puttier," Taylors said: "The new recruit said that he feels that life is simple."

Putila raised his brow.

"Put the gun out, only the two results of life and death, this is very good - this is his words." Tyres turned his head.

"But my life is very complicated," Tyres looked so sullen. "It made me tired."

"I thought that the politics in the stars is complicated enough. I don't think that Exeter, who is known for being bold and bold, is not inferior."

Dagong, who is ill-intentioned, a king who is revengeful, and a minister who speaks with the machine.

Everything doesn't fit his imagination of the Northland and Exeter.

The heart-watering country that is intertwined in the snow and the cold wind.

"The rough and bold is only the northern people," Putilie also sat down and took out his pipe. He shook his head and said: "But you are faced with the nobles, the rulers, the masters of power."

Tyres frowned: "Nun, King Lombard, and the five grand lords I will meet, they are also Northlanders."

"They are another kind of creature." Putilla lit the pipe and silently said: "Ordinary people depend on food and air to live, and they rely on power to live."

"The newly recruits, he is also a native of the North, although he is humble, but he does not have to spend every step of his life to be afraid and step by step for the camp," Taylors said dullly: "As for the nobles and lords, do not feel that this is alive Very sad?"

"You occupy a more prominent position, and the impact of each move is extremely wide and far-reaching," Putility spit out: "and this is the price and sacrifice of power."

"God, I have only been able to find the identity of the prince for a long time," the seven-year-old prince, sighing like a little adult at the moment: "There is already some tired of such a life."

Maybe I just don't get used to it.

He is silent.

Maybe this kind of life is a little longer, maybe there is a little more experience like this...

Can I...?

"The life you are tired of is what many people dream of," Putile frowned and replied to the previous scorn: "Little prince, look at the lives of civilians and see those **** for three meals. Busy people, come back to rethink this sentence."

"Think about the village before we entered the northern border... the bout and the people who are pretending to be the masters."

Thinking of Willow's experience, Tyres snorted.

"Of course," Teres said with a smile: "I hope that I will have the opportunity to see the whole world and reach out to different people, whether it is two continents or countless islands."

"Then you have to prepare early, some places need to..." Speaking of it, Patti, shaking his head, suddenly stopped talking.

He remembered the identity of the child in front of him.

I am afraid...he sighs silently in his heart: as the heir to the throne of the stars, you...

Taylors also realized his mistake.

"Hah, travel around the world..." He smiled bitterly: "I am afraid I will not have such an opportunity in my life, is it?"

Fight for the stars.

Die for the stars.

Born for the stars.

The two were silent for a moment by the fire.

"You know," said Teres, silently: "Kane, His Majesty, is always very happy when he mentions his uncle John."

"I suddenly know why," said Tyres, breathing out his hand and saying: "John is like his eyes, going to the corner where he can't reach, and traveling around the world."

Putilai exhaled a breath.

"No need to be depressed."

"You will be king," the thin deputy faintly said: "At that time, you will see the vast world from another height, from an angle we can't imagine."

Tyres didn't talk, just staring at the fire and suddenly burst into laughter.

"It sounds boring," the prince shook his head. "I mean, be a king - how can my grandfather persist for so long?"

Puttier looked at Tyres and his eyes remained untouched.

"The king can also have a wonderful time," Putilai observed the expression of Thales and slowly said: "The thirty-nine kings of the stars, each one is unique."

"And one of the experiences is the most special... probably the most legendary and colorful star king of life since Tomond I."

“Hey?” Taylors was provoked interest: “Who is it?”

"Is it interested to listen to me singing a poetry, His Royal Highness Prince?" Putilla took a pipe and slowly said.

"Of course," Tyres said: "Gilbert said that you have been a traveler? Have you traveled a lot?"

Travelers... These travel around the world, relying on singing poetry and people of all kinds of small businesses.

But even in Yongxing City, Teres has only seen it twice, and it is in the big market.

"Ah, I am traveling... that is one of the most proud of my talents," Putile knocked on his own pipe, faintly said: "Below, what I want to sing is - "The beginning of dawn", a paragraph The story of three friends sharing adventures."

Tyres puts a "please" gesture.

He cleared his throat first, slammed a few minor notes, and found the sound.

Then, the deputy slaps the rhythm and slowly sings a melodious song:

“The sun rises and the dawn begins.”

"The three are companions, and they are in a hurry."

"Having known each other for many years, tacit understanding."

"Swords and axes, sticks and lights, faith and promise, righteousness and grace."

"Brothers are like one person, and both hands and feet are united."

"Step over the village, bathe in the moonlight, enter the castle, and cross the mountains."

"The secret land of the elves, the hometown of the dwarf, the devil's lair, the monster's territory."

"Escape from death, experience disaster, face horror, never despair."

“A field adventure is in front of you, and it’s time to talk about it again and again.”

"Until the sun rises."

"Until dawn."

The songs of Putila gradually spread, attracting many soldiers to stop.

The Marquis of Slyes walked gently toward them, while Nilai Lai in the distance frowned and looked at the fire.

Even Edda, who was on the side, raised his head.

Thales thought about the content of poetry, and the general idea was that three friends with deep friendship had experienced many adventures and legends.

At this time, Putilla’s tempo and tune suddenly turned, becoming low and thick, and disturbing:

"Blood red night, the sea waves, the enemy hides in the waves."

"The bloodthirsty king, the invincible commander, the night wing, the undead corps, the wild army, the gaze."

"The dark shadows of horror cover the sky, and the hustle and bustle of the enemy, the fierce enemy, is endless."

"The enemy of the East is fierce, and wherever you go, you will break the city."

"Western Lands has been stalking the horses, and the nightingales only heard the crows of the battlefield."

"The north wind is cold, the king's sword is broken. The mountains mourn, the knight is broken."

"The blade is broken, the shield is hurt, the dragon is bowing, and the stars are bleak."

"Chaos and sorrow, despair and disaster."

"The fear is endless, the trembling is endless, and death has never stopped."

"Hope has been lost, the light is already smashed, and the rest can only be alive."

"The sun is hard to rise, and the darkness devours the earth."

"Dawn can't afford, the blood is spreading."

Putili's tone finally sinks to the deepest.

The listener's mood is also reduced to the lowest point.

Taylors began to think about the meaning behind poetry.

The night wing, the east, the north wind, the mountains, the dragon, the stars, those words... should all have exact sources.

He gently squinted his eyes and placed them in the brain.

Putila's tone began to rise slowly

"When goodness is about to die."

"When the future is no longer bright."

"This is the dark moment, at that midnight."

"The three hands and feet are finally on the journey."

"Their adventures have become history, and the legend of Yingjie is the right time."

"There is no resentment, and refuses to look back."

"Until the sun rises."

"Until dawn."

The next moment, Putility's tone suddenly became impassioned, as if the picture in poetry changed the style of painting:

"The blood is everywhere, washing the crown of the prince, and the promise is generous and sincere."

"Midile has already been in the sword."

"The night is deep, testing the eyes of the prophets, the road to the lost, and the light of the head."

"Kai Peng smiles and walks."

"The sacrifice is endless, the soul of the hero is honed, and it is only a shadow, and the blood is swearing."

"Sala's horn is ringing all night long."

"Until the sun rises."

"Until dawn."

There are more and more soldiers gathered around Putier and Taylors.

Even Elf Eda is slowly coming to their side.

And Tyres, who heard several keywords, also had a brain.

He knows what the scenes of poetry are singing.

Just listen to Putilla and continue to sing:

"Three people are arrogant, and the king is against the enemy, the brothers are united, and the foot and death are more powerful."

“The news spread all over the world and spread all over the land. People rekindled their confidence and gathered together.”

"Courage is bone, hope to save."

"The hands and feet are in the same place, and they are united."

"Sala's big axe opened the future, and Midir's sword shield guards around."

"Kai Peng's gaze penetrates everything and takes them to the final battlefield."

"The bloodthirsty kings look at them, and the murders of the night and the night are everywhere."

"The war is ignited, the battle number is ringing, and the final battle begins."

"Until the sun rises."

"Until dawn."

The song stopped short.

Puttier slowly closed his mouth.

Taylors looked up suddenly.

"How did you stop?" he asked a little blankly.

"The next part is too long," Putile shook his head helplessly, re-igniting his extinguished pipe: "And my nephew is not as good as before."

Moreover, the next story is not very good--Puttier secretly.

I don’t know when Marquis Sole, who has come to the side, slowly applauded.

Gradually, one, two, and the soldiers who stood and listened to each other also applauded.

"Wonderful singing, beautiful voice," Slythe smiled. "Even in the Dragon Kiss College of the Principality of Anlenzo, such a visitor is probably rare!"

Putilit gave a slight glimpse and expressed gratitude.

"Back to the post!" The untimely voice came in halfway. The comet Nie Lai strode up. The tone was not good enough to scream the soldiers: "Is the voice of the stars so beautiful? The people in the black sand collar are like this. Love art?"

Many soldiers made dissatisfied calls, but most of them still dispersed.

"Do you have to attract so much attention before you start?" After the soldiers dispersed, Niely looked at them ugly.

"Isn't that what you want?" Tyres shook his head. "Are you supposed to have a look to kill us?"

Nimule is taking a step forward.

Ida, who did not know when to come, was in front of him.

"Come on, kid," Wizard lazy authentic: "I do not want to beat you."

"Okay, okay," Marquis de Slais inserted into them with a smile, looking far away, like Commas's envoys stopped another conflict: "It's just a singer... and He sang the legend that all three countries are proud of, isn't it?"

Niely looked dissatisfied with Sly.

"The legend that the three countries are proud of?" Tyres shines.

"Puttier, among the three of you who sang," Tyres has a gaze: "There is one of my ancestors, is it?"

"Yes," Putilie took a deep breath and took another breath of tobacco, revealing a smile: "I must have seen his portrait in the Judes Hall."

Taylors narrowed his eyes.

In front of his eyes, in the "Stars of the Three Kings" in the Di Di Si Hall, the left side stood in front of the towering tree, wearing a crown, a strong sword shield warrior.

Putili is faintly authentic:

"The swearing of the Star Kingdom."

"The twenty-third generation to the high king."

"Midile Comet, the fourth Medier in your family."

Tyres suddenly realized: "Midil copper coin ... refers to him?"

In the standard currency of the stars, the back of the gold coin is engraved with the head of the founding monarch, Tomond I, and the silver coin is the "Yinjun" Judith III, the head of the copper coin, that is the Midiir IV.

It is just the three kings of stars.

Putila nodded: "The story in the Psalms is his legend."

"Not just him," Marquis de les Reminder reminded: "Although he is great, the swearing-in is only one of the three."

Putili laughed.

"Ok."

Under the curiosity of Tells, he added:

"Before becoming a king, Prince Midil and his two friends, Sarah from Exeter, came from Kaipeng of Commas and ventured together for ten years."

"Adventure?" Taylors was surprised.

A future king, go out for adventure?

“Yeah,” Putilla said with emotion: “They’s strong friendship and wonderful life are always relished by future generations.”

"The ‘hero’ Sarah, the Western humans call him in the name of 'heroes'. The only hero who has won this honor for the millennium, the winner of Exeter, Nakaru Ax.”

"The Prophet" Kaipeng Nihla, who is a god-like sergeant, is said to have his wisdom to be stunned by the gods, and wherever he sees his eyes, he can even read the hearts of the people."

"The swearer" Midier's comet, the noble prince, the fearless His Royal Highness, willing to abandon the human model of the throne for friendship and vows."

Tyres trembled in his heart.

He couldn't help but notice that in the face of these three names, the Marquis of Slyless did not speak, even Niely looked serious.

Even Edda, who does not care about everything, silently bowed his head.

Putilai exhaled a breath.

"This is the legend of the Western continent, San Yingjie."

“And the most brilliant moments of their lives.”

"Dawn Battle."

(End of this chapter)