Brian came to Mashanbo's Temple of Knowledge through teleportation array.

For three consecutive days, he got up at dawn, passed through forests, orchards, farmlands in Peace Town, through small villages, crowded towns, and strongly built manors, and rushed until late at night.

On the road leading to Mashanbo, the crowds are also increasing.

Day and night, crowds emerged continuously, including old and young, big and small, barefoot girls, and women holding babies.

Some people drive carriages or ride on ox-pulled carriages, but more people ride animals: plow horses, foals, mules or donkeys, as long as they can walk, run, and roll.

There was even a lame middle-aged man who might have been a half-baked ranger or druid when he was young, holding a female wolf who was so old that he had lost all his teeth and putting his little daughter on the wolf's back.

Brian also saw a mountain dwarf blacksmith pushing a wheelbarrow, which was loaded with his traps: hammers, tongs, and even anvils.

Not long after, he saw another man pushing a wheelbarrow by, but lying inside were two little babies wrapped in blankets.

Most people hike, carrying their belongings on their shoulders and looking tired and alert on their faces.

They all headed southward, towards Mashanbo.

The ‘City of Spices’ Mashanbo, located along the Longhu Lake, is the second largest trade export city in the Kingdom of Cormier and the only port city that has not suffered from the disaster of dragons and orcs.

All the civilians who fled were heading south, and Brian could hardly find a pedestrian on the same road as him.

A fleeing old man held a baby who had no breath and staggered towards the north like a walking corpse, muttering to himself: Although there is a way out ahead... but... I have no way out... Now I'm the only one left, so let me die closer to home.

These fleeing travelers carried some weapons, daggers, daggers, sickles or axes.

Some people cut branches into sticks or made into thick canes. Bryan sometimes saw adventurers mixed in the crowd with sharp swords and long swords.

When he rode his majestic black war horse by, these adventurers often touched their weapons and kept their eyes on him for a long time.

"I'm looking for an eighteen-year-old girl."

Brian drove his horse to a smart adventurer and asked, "Her long brown hair, silver-gray eyes, her name is Xisaiya. Have you ever seen her?"

"I haven't seen her, sir." said the adventurer vigilantly, "but I will help you with your attention."

Brian sighed disappointed and continued to go north along the fleeing crowd.

He set out from the Temple of Knowledge in Mashanbo, walked north along the road for three days.

During this period, he asked countless people who fled, who had never seen the blacksmith, the priests of the rural temple, and the farmers in the vegetable garden.

This made him wonder if something went wrong.

He slowed down, calmed down, and recalled what the female lord Mycera had told him before leaving.

Shisia Natalila Obaiszier.

In fact, since he returned to the surface, Brian had already doubted Cialis' true identity.

After being confirmed by Myrcella in person, he finally confirmed his thoughts that Chisia was indeed the youngest child of King Azene V, King of Cormier.

Ten years ago, during the Red Dragon Rebellion in Mokou Town, her mother and her sister, who were three years older than her, all died in the flames of the giant dragon.

Xisaiya, who was only eight years old at the time, was also not spared, but was discovered by the old sword saint Ballez in time and rescued her from the sea of ​​fire.

"Poor child, seeing her burned beyond recognition, I thought she could never survive." Mycella recalled:

"But I did not give up on my hope of saving her. I took her to the fairy wilderness and saved her fragile life with the help of a Yaling. From then on, I changed her name from Natalella to Shisaiya."

Brian did not ask why Myercella changed her name, nor why she saved Xisaiya, but did not send him to the king, that is, his father, so that the two princesses who all thought the king had died in Longyan.

Myrcella told him that three years ago, Xisaiya returned to Susal City under her persuasion and chose to recognize his father.

In Susal City, although she did not disclose her identity, she lived a typical life as a princess of the Obaiszier family.

She received a formal education and was trained in court activities, including etiquette, magic, and riding and swordsmanship.

She studied under the Royal Chief Mage Sandra Kot and also learned some political and military strategies from her father.

Until one day, Chisia had a fierce argument with her father, and she did not want to be the queen of the Kingdom of Cormier, and ended up the conversation with broken plates and goblets.

For the future of the Kingdom of Cormier and the new heir, Azene V chose to marry the prime minister's daughter.

And because she was liberated, Xisiah also decided to go her own way because she could not bear the royal life. She wanted to leave the palace and go to the outside world as an adventurer.

She asked her father for a purple dragon seal ring, saying that when her heart suddenly calmed down one day, she would retake Mokou Town as a pioneer knight.

However, after halfway through the journey, he was assassinated by a group of assassins from Ximen. In a panic, Xisaiya was teleported to the dark area by a disordered teleportation spell.

Next is the scene where Brian meets her in a dark place.

When Xisia left the Purple Dragon Seal Ring for him and returned to the surface, she chose to stay in the fairy wilderness and learn the mystery of swordsmanship and magic with a teacher of Yaling.

"The adventure in the dark area made her realize that her strength was still too weak, and she was worried that she would not be able to help you." Mycella explained to him the reason why Hiseya took the initiative to go to the fairy wilderness.

"So, she wants to practice in the Goblin Wilderness for a while and then return to you. Every time I come to the Goblin Wilderness, she will ask me for any news about you and keep thinking about how to meet you again."

Upon hearing these news, Brian felt a little uncomfortable.

This innocent and sometimes confused and confident aristocratic lady was so concerned about herself, which made him very ashamed.

"Actually, the day you brought the Lord of Silver Moon to Mokou Town." Mycella said helplessly, "She has returned from the fairy wilderness and is ready to meet you again."

When Myrcella finished speaking, Brian realized how heavy the damage his actions would have caused to a simple noble lady.

"I don't want to kidnap anyone in the name of love."

Xisia asked the female lord to conceal her whereabouts, and left the city of Arabia alone with a calm expression.

Brian could even recall the scene where Xisia was shaking her long brown-red hair, holding the rune sword, and leaving without hesitation.

Three days ago, Myrcella came to the Wizard Tower, and he realized that for half a year that Shisia had disappeared, he had been in the south of the Kingdom of Cormier, in the Storm Horn Mountains.

Now, the orc army from the Storm Horn Mountains has sieged Susal City, and the king also disappeared deep in the mountains with the dragon while fighting against a purple dragon.

Although Myrcella once vowed not to step into Susal City, she learned through her own intelligence network and the messages from the royal chief wizard Sandrakot that Shisiaya was not in Susal City, but led an army to the Forest of the Kings to cover the retreat of the homeless civilians amid the rampage of orcs and dragons.

There is no doubt that her army was scattered by a crazy ancient green dragon, and she was even more missing.

This is also the fundamental reason why Brian appears here. He thought that Cialia would move closer to Mashanbo with the fleeing civilians.

After sorting out the ins and outs of the incident, Brian suddenly realized what a serious and low-level mistake he had made.

He suddenly grabbed the horse's belly, rode and galloped towards the north.

On the fifth day, Brian walked all the way all the way to the Ferry of the Gray Oak River, the only way to the King's Forest.

He believed that Shisia must still resist the orc invaders somewhere in the Forest of Kings.

The ferry raised waves and drove straight to the shore.

The rough and blunt bow separated the river and pushed open the dusty grass and leaves on the water surface.

The rope moaned in the boatman's hands, and the fugitives gathered on the shore were stirring: women shouted, men cursed, children cried, and cows, horses and lambs...

A monotonous and low song of fear.

"Back back! Give up! Go back, damn!" a knight shouted, with a bloody rag wrapped around his head.

His horse stood in the water deep in his belly, raised his front hooves in anger and raised the water splash.

Screams and shouts came from the dock, and soldiers holding shields pushed the crowd away and poked around with the end of the spear handle.

"Go away from the ferry!" the knight waved the sword in his hand and shouted: "The army has priority! Back down, otherwise the head will fall to the ground!"

Brian pulled the reins and stopped the horse.

A group of fully armed soldiers were marching towards the ferry. The heavy weapons and armor raised a heavy cloud of dust and even floated to the feet of the shield soldiers in front.

It can be seen that this is a group of defeated troops.

Brian was about to interrogate the news about Hisea when he suddenly found a familiar figure.

This is a half-elf wearing a dark purple coat and rose breeches.

His head was shining with silver hair with a light golden luster in the sun, and the harp carved with complex patterns in his arms marked that he should be a veteran bard.

He stood in an abandoned truck on the side of the road, filled with wooden cages, and chickens and ducks in the cages kept crowing.

"Erend Wind Falls!" Brian raised his voice and shouted at the poet.

After calling him, he suddenly regretted it because how could the ancient silver dragon silver wings appear in the Kingdom of Cormier at this moment?

This made him realize that the poet was not pretended to be a Silver Wing, but the real half-elf bard Elend Wind Water.

"Are you calling me, your priest on the horse?" the poet responded quickly.

"Yes." Brian drove his horse to him, "Hisser Poet, I will ask you something."

"What happened to the King's Forest." Before the poet could speak, he immediately asked: "Why are there so many deserters here? And have you seen Sisai... When you saw Natalella, she was the princess of the Kingdom of Cormier, leading her own army to cover the retreat of civilians."

"Fuck away from the ferry!" On the dock, the knights wrapped in bandages were still yelling, "The dock is now for the army. You group of rural brides who only know how to farm, if you want to take refuge in Mashanbo, use your axe to go to the forest and build a raft for yourself! The ferry is for the army!"

"Your Excellency, for the sake of the gods, you have too many questions." The poet jumped out of the abandoned truck, patted the feathers on his coat, and said breathlessly, "Gods, mercy, you must be the favored by a goddess of luck, and I know all the questions you ask."

"Then don't talk nonsense, say it quickly." Brian urged: "After answering my question, I will use magic to send you across the river."

He stretched out his hand, and a magic light appeared, causing the poet to widen his eyes in surprise.

"Don't worry, Lord Wizard, let me breathe a sigh of relief." He calmed down his rapid breath and said to Brian:

"The Forest of Kings has been lost, Morning Star Town, Daotan Town, Shilp, many towns and villages were all occupied and destroyed by orcs. Lord Wizard, you must know that I have seen many soldiers in my life. I know the marshals, generals, commanders and governors, and have met many victors of battles and battles. I have heard their stories and memories, and I have seen them staring at the map, drawing colorful lines on it, making plans, and thinking about strategies. In the war on paper, everything works normally, everything is clear and everything is in order. This is necessary, and the soldiers explained to me that the discipline and order of the army is above everything else. Without discipline and order, the army cannot exist at all.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! It is precisely because of this that I feel that the war in reality is so strange - I have witnessed more than one war with my own eyes! - The war in reality is less disciplined and orderly than the brothels on fire. These deserters appeared here, naturally to survive.

Natalella you are asking about, I have seen her many times, she is a confident, strong-willed, independent girl, we all like to call her "Princess of Steel". She has a strong belief in right and wrong, ready to defend them on the blade, because this strong princess believes that rulers like her father can't take care of ordinary people at all, she..."

"Tell me the point!" Brian reminded slightly impatiently.
To be continued...