set fire to the rain

Three years later. . .

The green slope (the name of the hillside) in the morning is shrouded in a layer of light mist, and there is a clear river in the valley below the slope, like a silver ribbon wrapped around the hillside, it seems quiet and peaceful.But there are no crisp birdsong, no jumping squirrels, the air seems to be solidified, yes, all of this is just the calm before the storm.

This green slope is the junction of the Weta tribe and the Sana tribe. Of course, the area in the previous valley also belonged to the Weta tribe, but for decades without the help of the dragon, the Weta tribe has retreated to the south of the hillside and has a higher terrain. The place.This green slope became a natural barrier, preventing the Sana tribe with furbolgs from winning, but their ambitions have never diminished. This is already their fifth attack.Cyd Nott knew that without the dragon's help they would fail sooner or later.He looked towards the valley below the green slope. To the north of the small river, many soldiers of the Sana tribe and fur monsters with hideous faces gathered.Yes, furbolgs, Sanaa soldiers ride furbolgs, their soldiers ride horses, but the Vitars never fear.

As the sharp horn sounded through the quiet air, the Sana tribe launched an attack. The huge furbolg was running, and stirred up a cloud of dust the moment it landed. The dust mixed with the mist in the air, like a picture A gloomy curtain that moves.After using the terrain to drop countless stones, the leader began his brief pre-war mobilization.

"What is our family motto!" Nott's deep voice was accompanied by the echo of the valley.

"With courage and perseverance as wings, the world will expand infinitely!" The warriors of the Vita tribe replied loudly.

"Then warriors, show your courage, fight for your wives, your parents, your children, and our homeland!!" Nott rode a group of sorrel horses and rushed down the hillside first.

The warriors rushed down the hill immediately after him, and met the Sana tribe in the lower part of the green slope after being "baptized" by the stones thrown from the top of the hill, and fought together.The roar of the furbolg, the shouts of the soldiers, and the mournful cries of the wounded horses merged into one.The battle was extremely tragic, with numerous casualties on both sides.

Probably because of the pity of the goddess of hope, there was a heavy rain in the sky.The river has become swift.The river cut off the Sanaa tribe who had not yet crossed the creek, which left the Sanaa tribe rushing past helpless.The chief of the Sana tribe decided to abandon the very small part of the troops that had passed, and he ordered a retreat.

Now there were only five furbolgs left in the tribe of Sanaa who rushed across the river.Hearing the order to retreat, the three furbolgs with soldiers on their backs quickly withdrew, and the soldiers on the other two furbolgs were already dead. They did not retreat, but attacked the Vita tribe more fiercely. Probably no one Come to think of it, the furbolg is a loyal creature.One of them finally fell under the attack of the crowd led by Nott. Nott raised the weapon in his hand and cheered. At this moment, another furbolg that was besieged suddenly broke through the encirclement and rushed towards Nott. Soon, before everyone could react, the furbolg rushed towards their leader.Nott turned his back to the rushing bear monster, and didn't even know what happened, but saw the panic flashing in the eyes of the soldiers in front of him.

Nott was thrown to the ground, warm liquid dripping down his neck.Ah, probably the furbolg bit off my neck, so I didn't feel anything when I died.

The author has something to say: come back and update the article.It's been so long since the update, I'm ashamed to see people, but I definitely don't cheat.