Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

After a brief blur of consciousness, the elf finally realized who was holding her. Her eyes were locked on Anna, and her eyes swept over Anna's fox ears and tail, and the light in her eyes became brighter and brighter. .

"Whoa! Whoa!"

The guy let out a loud cheer.

Then they circled around Anna.

The natural breath on Anna's body made her feel relaxed, which was much more comfortable than staying next to the black dragon. Although the black dragon was very warm, the faint smell of sulfur actually made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"Is this, is this a betrayal!?"

Seeing Anna playing with the elf, Su Nian felt a little weird.

At this moment, Anna is flying around his head with the elf, just like an elf mother learning to fly with her elf child. The air is filled with Anna's silvery laughter and the elf's " Wow wow wow" cheers.

He shook his head helplessly.

Su Nian continued to study with his dog-headed strategist Polikri about attacking the border cities of the Ireland Empire.

The suggestion Anna just made is very good.

As long as he and Rolls-Royce appear over the border city of the Airland Empire, those guardian knights will definitely chase them like chicken blood. At this time, the monsters can seize the opportunity to snatch food.

But this way he will still be exposed!

"Brother, you can show up again at night with the Rolls-Royce." Anna stopped and bit her finger. The elf next to her imitated her and tilted her head, making exactly the same movements.

"You're so dark, even the soldiers can't tell who you are at night. Then it'll be fine as long as the Rolls-Royce takes the lead." After a pause, she smiled and waved her fist, comforting: "And I also I can help, I can summon the water element lord to attract the attention of those knights!"

Su Nian thought for a moment and simulated in his mind what might happen next.

Finally he nodded decisively.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't get the tiger's cubs!

Wealth and wealth are found in danger, this vote is done.

After the Rolls-Royce returns, we will set off immediately.

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The transition from late autumn to winter, for people on the borders of the Iryland Empire, often begins with a sudden snowstorm.

Winter has definitely arrived earlier this year than in previous years.

The border fortress was sleepless all night. The soldiers wore woolen sweaters and chain mail prepared in advance and huddled on the city walls and towers. The blizzard kept falling, and the snow curtain obscured their sight and made them feel depressed.

"The snowstorm must stop today!" General Kashun of the Illian border fortress muttered to himself as he looked at the snow curtain. His voice was firm, as if he believed that the sun would definitely rise from the east. "What time is it now? We haven't even had time to harvest the rice yet!"

The soldiers who followed Kashun didn't dare to speak.

He is from the north, and he knows that blizzards will rage for at least a month, even until spring. Heavy snow will freeze everything, everything will wither, and cities, streets, and wheat fields will be buried under the cold snow.

But he couldn't say it, because Kashun was not a person who was good at accepting other people's opinions. He was just complaining, but if someone dared to pick him up, the most likely thing would be to be slapped in the face with a military whip.

Kashun looked at the snow curtain angrily.

Heavy snow will increase the difficulty of harvesting food. It is like a switch. After the heavy snow, the monsters and beasts will become even crazier. They will be like a group of death row prisoners who are forced to die and will not miss any opportunity to obtain food.

He turned back to the meeting hall of the fortress. The soldiers had already lit a warm fire. The snowstorm would bring severe cold. The weather that was originally seven or eight degrees would drop to minus ten degrees or even lower after the snowstorm.

"Notify the soldiers who are still sleeping not to sleep anymore, especially those bed bugs who like to be lazy on the city walls!" Xiu En yelled: "I don't want to find a group of wounded soldiers with their ears frozen off in the afternoon. I won't If I feel sorry for them, I will just drive them out of the fortress!”

The nearby guards immediately took orders and left.

After a while, a chef specially delivered breakfast.

Kashun's breakfast consisted of a loaf of rye bread and a plate of sizzling horsemeat, along with a barrel of ale.

The chef was very attentive and immediately heated up the ale considering the cold weather.

After drinking a large glass of ale, Kashun felt that his cold armor finally had a little more warmth. He couldn't help but miss the warmth of Queen Anrius.

Although that bitch is incompetent, she is indeed a perfect woman. At least compared to his mother-in-law, Queen Anrius knows how to warm up better, instead of making his vagina as cold as a popsicle!

But now there was only an old woman in the conference hall who was busy mopping the floor. She stuck out her big butt, took out a piece of bread she had hidden and ate it from a perspective that she thought Kashun could not see.

"Damn fat rat." Kashun muttered to himself and took another sip of warm ale.

"Kashun, we have to brave the snowstorm to collect the food!"

Sir Angus walked in, adjusting the cold armor on his body as he walked. His movements seemed a bit rough, and there were a lot of bloodshot eyes hidden in the whites around his eyes.

He is another commander of the border fortress, the powerful Knight of the Golden Order.

Kashun stared at the old knight. He could feel that the old knight was suppressing the anger in his body. Every movement he made seemed to vent his anger.

No matter who it is now, a wrong look, inappropriate words, or even sudden laughter may completely detonate this old knight.

He would cut off the limbs of the instigator with one strike of his sword.

Kashun had this hunch.

"The king is urging me again?" he asked.

"Yes, damn it!" Sir Angus frowned and sat directly opposite Kashun. He threw his sword on the table and made a "bang" sound: "Start when the grain is not fully mature. Excuse me, now you actually want me to collect all the grain and transport it to the Royal City within three days, saying that the Royal City is short of food, are all the people in the Royal City a bunch of pigs? Even pigs are not that edible!"

"So, we now have to brave the snowstorm to collect food..." Kashun folded his hands and whistled: "And we are very likely to encounter the Sumerians. These guys will never stand aside and watch. It’s alive.”

"That's right, hurry up." Sir Angus sighed, thinking of the group of Sumerians who rode direwolves and were able to go shirtless in the cold winter.

This group of nomads has always lived on the border between Airland and Anrius.

Although there are not many people, they are very difficult to deal with.

After a pause and a deep breath, Sir Angus said to Kashun:

"Our soldiers are not those rough-skinned Sumerians. They cannot work in the ice and snow for a long time. Let's act as soon as possible before the snow piles up."