Ayss Domination

"The weather is getting colder."

Old Victor walked slowly down the street with a small pocket, hiding it carefully in his pocket.There are falling maple leaves on both sides of the road, but they no longer have the original beauty.The Fallen City is a very beautiful city, but it is only the beauty of the past. Today's Fallen City is riddled with holes. Even the collapsed city walls have been barely repaired. The funds from the treasury have been exhausted. The greedy nobles simply Unwilling to take out their property to fill the void.There are vagrants huddled in the corners of the streets and alleys, and the security of the city is becoming more and more turbulent with the shortage of materials.

Creak!

Old Victor slowly opened the door. This was a dilapidated house. The war had burned a corner of the roof, and now he could barely hide it from the wind and rain.

"Jack?"

Old Vykudo whispered, and soon a thin boy came out.

There was a smile on his face, he raised his pockets, and then picked up the little boy in front of him, slowly saying: "I brought some food back, and grandpa will cook some food for you later. "

A little boy of six or seven years old, he looked at the bag in the hands of the old Victor, with a longing expression on his small face.

Soon a hint of smoke rose.

When old Victor watched his grandson greedily drank the oatmeal in the bowl and licked the bottom of the bowl cleanly, he couldn't help feeling sour in his heart.

"grandfather?"

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

Old Victor quietly turned his head and wiped the corner of his eyes, then he laughed: "Grandpa has already eaten it."

There is not much food.

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

The war took away his two sons, his wife, and his brother. Now he has only one young grandson and a nephew who is a lower-level officer in the city defense department.The old Victor is fifty years old this year. If he were to put him on a human body at this age, he might be old, but as a half-elf he is still strong and strong.He is not a powerful professional, but an experienced craftsman. His diligent and simple tradition allows him to live a well-fed life in peace times, and everything will be destroyed when the war comes.

Old Victor is not lazy, he doesn't mind working harder if he has a job opportunity.

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

The streets of Fallen City are full of refugees. They are homeless and have nowhere to go.

The orcs' attacks still harass them from time to time, and as long as the war has not stopped, all this will continue.The war destroyed everything, chaos trampled on order, barren farmland, dilapidated streets, withered shops, and numerous bones left in the wilderness.In the darkest corner of Fallen Leaf City, because the hungry Orcs have been included in their recipes.

Old Victor was lucky.

Because he still has a nephew who can help, he won't be reduced to a more miserable situation.

"Can't go on like this."

Old Victor looked at the thin grandson in front of him, and his sorrow and sorrow became more and more intense. Feeding three people with his nephew's rations was simply very difficult.But today's Fallen City did not allow him to work and support himself at all. The war made farming only near the city, and it was impossible at all to be farther away, and the army of half-orcs would not give them a chance.However, relying on the output of this land cannot 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 and rearrange a line of defense that is sufficient to defend against the half-orcs without allowing 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 thin clothes and thin body, and his anxiety became heavier, because he didn't know how to survive this winter.There are many people in Fallen City who are more difficult than them. Every morning, you can see frozen dead bodies. The climate this year is much colder than in previous years.

Heavy footsteps sounded.

You don't need to look to know that the nephew is back. Old Victor stood up, and a young man with a blindfold appeared outside the door.

The orc snatched one of his eyes.

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

"Uncle."

The young man took off the weapon, took a look inside the room, and whispered: "Where is Jack? Asleep?"

Old Vic nodded slightly.

He is very grateful for this nephew. If it were not for him to help himself, I am afraid that the situation for him and his grandson would be 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 confused, but he quickly followed.

The nephew's expression was serious, staring at the old Victor in front of him, and said straightforwardly: "I want to go to Modo."

what?

Old Victor froze for a moment.

The young man seemed to think he didn't understand, and said again: "I want to go to Modo. Fallen Leaf City is already difficult to support. If you agree, I am going to take you to Modo."

Modo.

The eyes of old Victor suddenly regained their light. Modo City has always had a special meaning for the people in Fallen City. They missed a precious opportunity, and now they can only listen to the prosperous and wealthy The city-related rumors sighed about the increasingly difficult situation that he is now.

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

"how to get to?"

He looked at his nephew and said anxiously: "Will someone come to pick us up? Modo City is overseas, I am afraid it will not be easy to get there."

The nephew shook his head slightly.

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

No one will come to pick us up.

How to get to Modo City located overseas?

The nephew looked at the old Victor in front of him and continued: "There are more than a few of us going, I am afraid there are many people who are going to leave here for Modo City. Your Excellency Lane is preparing for this."

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

Go to Modo!

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

However, he hesitated and said: "Modo!..."

"Will that sir still accept us?"

The nephew's expression was very positive, and he nodded and said: "Yes. That lord will be willing to accept us. After all, he is a benevolent god!...The master who shelters us!..."

Modo City.

Legend has it that the most prosperous place overseas.

The old Victor did not expect anything. If he could reach that place, he only hoped that he could 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, but this sentence began to be mentioned repeatedly in every corner of Fallen City.

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