On the morning of April 20, 4th year of the New Calendar, the sun shone on the walls of Santan City, and figures swayed in the cracks of arrows.
Fetro stood on the concrete road just one arrow from the city wall, restraining the war horses under his foot, watching the seriously built low city wall as if enjoying a comedy. He was not worried about the sneak attack of cold arrows, nor did he believe that the Middle Earth species in the city dared to open the city to attack.
He was a little tired after days of running around and wanted to take advantage of the gap between enjoying the city and rest for a while.
On the morning of the 19th, when Feterro walked out of the ruins of Mist Town, the Knights of the Fairman City State were also expanding the occupied area and gathering lowly Middle-earth species along the way. Along the way, Fetro saw the man who intended to resist was nailed to a wooden stake and burned to death, and also saw the beautiful woman riding under the climax by the knights, like a tamed wild horse.
Fetro knew that burning a few eyes to death would help these Middle-earth people figure out the situation and not cause trouble for the long-distance knight army; but he still couldn’t stand those guys holding their pants for fun – Middle-earth people were lowly and dirty, and doing that with them was simply trying to kill himself.
However, the Fairman City Knights are directly affiliated with the little giant Elliot, and Fertro is just a small scout in the army. Even if he can’t stand it, he will not make things boring.
Fetero headed south all the way, and something was wrong in the evening. He went deep into the heart of Middle-earth, and the villages and towns along the way were empty, with traces left by people when they hurriedly escaped.
Obviously, the news of the army landing in 6 Middle-earth has been leaked. Perhaps it was related to the strange earthquake at noon on the 18th, and Fehrman felt this way.
Then, he followed the clues left by people when they escaped, and after a whole night, he finally came to the city.
Fetero vaguely remembered that the local province’s palace was just a day and night south of the fog city, but the city in front of him did not look like that city, because the inconspicuous fog town in the fog town is not much smaller than here.
He looked back at the south. The avenue he walked when he came through ran through the entire wheat field. The tender green wheat seedlings were as dense as a huge blanket, which was a scene that could not be seen anywhere in the Knights.
But what puzzled Fetero even more was that the straight horse path under his feet turned out to be a whole flat rock.
“Middle Earth species…” He snorted coldly, and a burst of hatred suddenly arose in his heart. Perhaps it was because of the thought that the brave knights could not even eat bread, but the lowly Middle-earth races still had time to build such an unreasonable rock avenue.
Wait, at most, a few days left, the entire city will crawl under the knight’s sword, trembling.
Fetro sneered, turning his horse’s head, and then heard someone shouting on the city wall behind him: “He’s going to run!”
He grinned as if he had heard a joke and turned around and looked at the city wall.
After a fierce and concentrated gunshot, Fetro and his horse fell into a pool of blood.
The experienced messenger from the Silver Star Mercenary Group, Fertro, who once became a beggar but eventually took up his weapons to fight fate, died alone under the walls of Santan City. Until his death, there was a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth.