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November, Moon of Hoar Frost.

On the grassland where the wind whispers, paraquat is everywhere, and the goose feathers are falling down. This winter is particularly difficult for Torquine Leonin, the failure of the expedition, the endless internal struggle, the clan of each clan and their disputes. The sun rumors in some parts of the South and the West are caught in the night, a large number The cattle and sheep animals died in the snowstorm, and the refugees came from all directions, making the situation worse.

The thick cowhide tent is as warm as spring.

The bright flames burned on the matches, making a peeling sound, and the sparks occasionally rose up and climbed up the bottom of the black lacquered pot. A rib of ribs was cooked in the pot, and a thick layer of oil smashed the bubbles, and the air was filled with a scent of plant aromas.

Naer’s eyes are a little lost.

Leonin’s way of calculating the year is slightly different from other civilizations. Because the nation lacks the culture of farming, they use the dryness of the trees to divide the two most important seasons of the year – the grass and the grass on the grassland, one year. It has passed.

It seems that it was still a long time ago. During the most prosperous season of the year, the clansmans were full of enthusiasm, and it had just passed the rite of passage, and the white bristles were bundled into whip, and they wanted to be the greatest warrior of the Leonin family. . Just like the ancestors, they regained the long-lost honor of Toque.

At that time, everything seemed to be moving in the best direction.

But in a blink of an eye, they lost everything. It lost its childhood playmates, lost father, and lost many intimate people. Torquine’s Leonin was interrupted by the backbone and could not stand up.

This harsh winter can bring disaster to the clan.

The Leonin teenager is full of confusion, and Torquine has lost its glory. When will they be able to take it back?

“Naer, Naer.” The person next to him whispered, Naer came back to his senses, the bustling inside of the tent, the heads of seven or eight clan around the three humans, the green eyes were full of bad intentions.

The tent is Qi with the swords drawn and bows bent, the human Knight is pressed on the hilt, the expression is vigilant, the wizard’s hand is under one’s own sleeve, I don’t know what to hold. Only the human who claimed to be an envoy, the half face under the hood, expression as usual.

Naer’s nephew looked at these people.

“After my father died, I don’t have any extra ideas right now. I just want to lead my clansman through this difficult winter,” Leonin started the talking, and it stood up, and the brass on the chest’s mane collided with each other.叮 叮: “Torquine people have lost their beloved king for a while, but this does not mean that we have fallen, this we will not be allied with humanity.”

“This winter is very cold,” said the young girl standing in the middle, her half-faced face under the hood, lightly smiled: “Tomorrow’s winter will be colder.”

“Can I think you are provoking us?” Naer frowned: “But I won’t care about a woman, let’s go.”

The girl’s raises head came, everyone in the room felt a heartful jump, and people saw a pair of twinkling eyes like a star, wise and far-reaching, as if it was enough to see through the hearts: “I am the daughter of Tikes Duke, you dare and me. Make a bet, Your Highness Naer?”

“What gambling?” Naer apparently did not want to be looked down upon by a woman.

“I will convince you that the bet is the future of Torquine’s Leonin.”

“Then you lost?”

“I marry you.”

Leonin’s heart is alive, and Leonin’s women are slender and slender, and their aesthetics are not much different from humans. But in any case, it can’t deny the beauty of the girl in front of her eyes. The eyes that pierce the hearts of the people, the first thing it sees is deeply silenced.

But he still shook his head: “I can’t accept it.”

The girl did not care, looked at one’s own companion, and the wizard took an old parchment from under the sleeve. In full view, the wizard carefully spread the parchment and placed it in front of a group of Leonin clan Boss.

When I saw this parchment, all of Leonin changed their faces.

Naer clenched his fist and felt a rush of blood on his head. His eyes spurred anger and looked toward the girl. The face that was previously innocent and beautiful is so vicious and distorted in its eyes.

It was just a crumpled parchment, and it seemed to be incomplete.