The Lion King of Middenland, Warhammer

() "Yes, my beloved Grandpa Loren will definitely receive the favor of the Valkyrie. He is a great warrior and the person I respect the most."

Hyde appropriately took up Fleur's words, and he nodded to Old Loren. The problem of gaffes was eliminated in this way, and the banquet continued lively, with the sound of clinking glasses one after another, and the flames and wine made the hall hot.

Because of the slip of the tongue just now, Hyde didn't drink any more, but just touched his lips slightly.Marshall drank most of the toasts made by the village elders. This tall red-haired young man grew up in Kislev, a country of ice and snow.Fleur also drank a lot unexpectedly, and her expression remained unchanged. This may be the reason why she lived with the Edman Knight in the army for a long time.

After the moon has passed the sky for a while, the feast is over.The elder arranged accommodation for this small army, and then respectfully invited Hyde and Fleur to live in a clean wooden house. This wooden house was originally the house of his eldest son. When his eldest son and daughter-in-law died one after another, he I took my granddaughter to my side, and now there is only an empty house left here.

"Your Excellency God's Favored One, I hope this place can still satisfy you. Our village is too small, and there is no better place."

The white-bearded elder slowly opened the wooden door, and invited Hyde and Fleur in. The fire had been lit in advance, and a warm breath rushed over.

"Where is this, your enthusiasm and generosity have already made us very honored, and it is too late to thank you for your hospitality."

Hyde thanked the old man for his kindness in decent words, and he understood the heart of the village elder.Fleur also paid tribute to the old man in a timely manner. This black-haired girl is very understanding.

The elder left immediately, leaving only Hyde and Fleur in the house. The old man seemed unable to bear the situation again. After all, this was the home of his dead son, and memories were sometimes painful.

The flame of the butter lamp is beating slowly, casting changing light and shadow on the head of the bed, and the wood in the stone fireplace is crackling, making the small wooden house red.The house is about [-] square meters in size, and the furnishings are very simple, with a big bed and a small bed, two bedside cabinets, a wooden table, two boxes with simple copper corner guards, and a few chairs.The wall made of logs has been painted with a layer of white ash, and many places have peeled off. On one side are staggered sabers, bows and arrows, and an arquebus, and on the other side is a woodcut overprinted icon of Daha. The statue of the bear spirit is the patron saint of Wuguoer warriors.

"It used to be a warm home, but it's a pity..."

Fleur couldn't help letting out her exclamation, she leaned her dark-haired head gently on Hyde's shoulder, her bright black eyes looked into Hyde's face.

"Yes, this was once the home of a warrior. It's sad. War is so cruel."

Hyde answered Fleur gently, he could feel the temperature of Fleur's body, thinking of the original owner of this house, Hyde was also very moved.

"Look, is this the portrait of the elder's son?" <The pattern of the rattan is covered with green paint, and inside are three portraits painted on a wooden board with light colors.It is a bust of a pair of adults and their child.This is probably the portrait of the original owner's family.

"It should be, let me have a look, you pay attention to the oil lamp."

Hyde gently and solemnly picked up the picture frame with both hands. He understood the meaning of the portrait, and it couldn't be damaged.

Under the flickering lights, Hyde saw a radiant figure with a short mustache. Although the brush was simple, the painter's technique was very skilled. A few strokes outlined the demeanor of this Ugoer warrior.He was wearing a tall sheepskin cylinder hat, a leather belt and a dagger intertwined on his chest, and a tall aquiline nose that was very dignified. Next to him was a beautiful woman wearing a dark embroidered turban. A gunpowder belt is slung across his body, and the butt of a short-barreled musket is exposed behind his back.A cute girl of five or six years old was squeezed between them, holding a pointed helmet with beautiful bird feathers in her hand. This might be her father's helmet, and it seemed that her father loved her very much.

"It's really warm, it reminds me a lot..."

Fleur put her cheek close to Hyde, and she also focused on the portrait, her voice actually had a hint of envy.

"Well... will we have such a lovely child?"

Unexpectedly, Fleur suddenly asked a bold question, which surprised Hyde a little. He saw a bright light flashing in Fleur's dark eyes, which was the light of expectation.

"Now...it seems..."

Hyde didn't know how to answer for a while, but suddenly this brave knight of the gods was a little bit unorganized and speechless.

"Haven't you already accepted my love?"

Fleur lowered her eyebrows, making a sad look, and her voice was filled with grievances.

"Yes, I will always love you, my dear Fleur."

Hyde hastily put the portrait back in its place and explained to the beautiful black-haired girl.His face was a little hot.He felt his heart beating violently, as if his body was starting to boil.

"That's good!" <The warm wind of the sky.The fireplace behind it also dimmed in due course, as if echoing all of this.

"Well, my love."

Hyde didn't hesitate anymore, he passionately kissed Fleur's warm lips, everything was unimportant, he hugged the girl's slender body tightly.Fleur received his embrace with the same enthusiasm, and her dark leather tights fell from her white shoulders in time, revealing her beautiful breasts in front of her young lover.

The turbulent waves are surging, the fiery hearts are pounding, it seems that everything is so movingly integrated.The scene of Fleur dedicating her body to her young lover is beautiful because it is heart to heart.

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While the small village of Ugo was immersed in a peaceful sleep, a lively drama was being performed outside the city of Kislivgrad hundreds of miles away, but this drama was a drama of blood and brimstone , the actors of the drama are the lives and flesh of thousands of people, and the music of the drama is the fire, the sound of cannons and gunshots.That is the drama of war, and human war is the drama of God.

The red-walled Kislivgrad city is like a city surrounded by spider webs. Many ditches, forts, and wooden fences surround the red royal capital like black spider webs. It is decorated with gorgeous and terrifying pointed wood, covered with punctured skeletons and limbs, evil coat of arms and chaotic eight-pointed stars everywhere, and the cold wind spreads the smell of stench and sulfur everywhere.And on the snow field between the spider web and the capital, piles of stiff bodies, burnt siege vehicles, and ladders were scattered like dead bones of giant dead beasts.