Abyss Domination

It's getting colder.

Old Victor walked slowly down the street with a small bag, which he carefully hid in his pocket. There are falling maple leaves on both sides of the road, but they no longer have the original beauty. Fallen Leaf City is a very beautiful city, but that is only the beauty of the past. Today's Fallen Leaf City is riddled with holes, and even the collapsed city walls are barely repaired. The treasury's funds have been exhausted. Unwilling to take out their own property to fill the void. In the alleys of the streets, there are refugees huddled in the corners. With the lack of supplies, the city's security has become more and more turbulent.

creak!

Old Victor slowly pushed open the door. This is a dilapidated house. The war burned a corner of the roof, and now it can only be barely covered with paste to keep out the wind and rain.

Jack?

Old Vicudo called softly, and soon a thin little boy came out.

A smile appeared on his face, he lifted the pocket in his hand, then hugged the little boy in front of him, and said slowly: I brought some food back, grandpa will cook something for you later.

A six or seven-year-old boy, he looked at the bag in old Victor's hand, with a longing expression on his little face.

Soon a trace of cooking smoke rose.

When old Victor watched his grandson greedily drank all the porridge in the bowl and licked the bottom of the bowl clean, he couldn't help but feel a soreness in his heart.

grandfather?

The little boy ate up the porridge in the bowl, looked up at the old Victor in front of him, and said softly, Why don't you eat some?

Old Victor quietly turned his head away and wiped the corners of his eyes, then he laughed and said, Grandpa has already eaten.

There is not much food left.

The city hall has stopped the relief, and it will be more difficult to get food in the future.

The war took his two sons, his wife, and his brother. Now all he has left is a young grandson and a nephew who is a junior officer in the city defense. Old Victor is already fifty years old this year. If this age is placed on a human being, he may be old, but as a half-elf, he is still strong and strong. He is not a powerful professional, but an experienced craftsman. His hardworking and simple tradition allows him to live a well-fed life in peaceful times. But when war comes, everything is destroyed.

Old Victor wasn't lazy, and he didn't mind working harder if he had the opportunity to work.

But in fact, today he has no chance to rely on work to support himself and his grandson. The war has destroyed the order of Fallen Leaf City. As a craftsman, he can only rely on his nephew to provide some food.

The streets of Fallen Leaf City are full of refugees, they are homeless and have nowhere to go.

Orc raids still harass them from time to time, as long as the war has not stopped. All this will continue. The flames of war have destroyed everything, and chaos is trampling order, barren farmland, dilapidated streets, and withered shops. The bones left in the wilderness. In the darkest corner of Fallen Leaf City, because of hunger, half-orcs have been incorporated into their recipes.

Old Victor was lucky.

Because he still has a nephew who can help him so that he will not fall into a more miserable situation.

It can't go on like this.

Old Victor looked at the emaciated grandson in front of him, and the sadness in his heart became more and more intense. It is very difficult to feed three people with the nephew's military rations. But today's Fallen Leaf City has no chance for him to work and support himself. The war made farming only near the city, and it was impossible to go further, and the army of orcs would not give them a chance. However, relying on the output of this land will not be able to maintain the population of the city at all, unless the half-elves can launch a powerful counterattack to regain the land on the river bank. Re-arrange a line of defense that is strong enough to defend against the orcs, and will not allow them to come and go freely.

but!

Judging from the current situation, this is almost impossible.

Winter is coming.

Old Victor looked at his grandson's flimsy clothes and thin body, and couldn't help feeling more and more worried, because he didn't know how to survive this winter. There are many people in Fallen Leaf City who are more difficult than them. Every morning, you can see frozen dead bodies. This year's climate is much colder than previous years.

Heavy footsteps sounded.

He didn't even need to look to know that his nephew had returned. Old Victor stood up, and a young man with a blindfold appeared outside the door.

The goblin had taken one of his eyes.

However, as an excellent archer, old Victor's nephew is still a very dangerous opponent.

Uncle.

The young man took off his weapon, glanced at the room, and said softly, Where's Jack? Asleep?

Old Vic nodded slightly.

He is very grateful to this nephew. If he hadn't helped him, the situation between him and his grandson would have been too difficult.

I have something to discuss with you.

The young man looked around, and then walked into the room. Old Victor was a little puzzled, but followed quickly.

The nephew looked very serious, staring at the old Victor in front of him, and said straight to the point: I want to go to Modo.

What?

Old Victor froze for a moment.

The young man seemed to think that he didn't understand, and said again: I want to go to Modo. Fallen Leaf City is already unbearable. If you agree, I'm going to take you to Modo together.

Modo.

Old Victor's eyes suddenly glowed again. Modo City has always had a special meaning to the people of Fallen Leaf City. They missed a precious opportunity, and now they can only listen to the prosperous and wealthy people. Rumors about the city lamented his increasingly difficult situation.

Even though he hadn't eaten for a day, old Victor's heart was still burning.

how to get to?

He looked at his nephew in front of him, and said anxiously: Will someone come to pick us up? Modo City is overseas, and I'm afraid it will not be easy to go there.

The nephew shook his head slightly.

With a solemn expression, he said slowly: No. No one will come to pick us up.

No one will come to pick us up.

Then how to get to Modo City located overseas?

The nephew looked at the old Victor in front of him, and continued: We are not the only ones who are going. I am afraid that there are many people who are going to leave here for Modo City. Your Excellency Ryan is preparing for this matter.

If we can get a big boat, we should be able to reach Modo.

Go to Modo!

For some reason, old Victor's heart suddenly became hot, and he seemed to be full of hope for the future.

However, he still hesitated: Moduo!...

Is that Your Excellency still willing to accept us?

The nephew looked very sure, nodded and said: Yes. Your Excellency will be willing to accept us. After all, he is a benevolent god!... The master who protects us!...

Modo City.

It is said that it is the most prosperous and rich place overseas.

Old Victor didn't expect anything extravagantly. If he could reach that place, he only hoped that he would have a job opportunity and rely on his own efforts to raise his grandson.

I want to go to Modo!...

I don't know when it started, this sentence began to be mentioned repeatedly in every corner of Fallen Leaf City.

……………(to be continued ~^~)