December 31st, the last day of the end of the year, night.

In the flying snow, a huge stone platform was erected on the square of the main city of Moldavia. The blue-gray stone platform was extremely huge, with a depression in the middle, with many strange patterns on it, like an altar. More than a dozen knights wearing bright armor patrolled around it, with black-bottomed and gold-edged flags standing on both sides, and several torches burning around the square.

This afternoon, the knights were instructed by their lords, and in accordance with the traditions that have always been around, they quickly built this huge stone platform at night and lit hard-to-extinguish grease torches around them, illuminating the entire square with extremely bright light.

Around the venue, many citizens were standing around the huge stone platform in thick cotton coats. They gathered together and chatted loudly with each other about some interesting things in recent days, and more about blessings and complaining about the harvest and work of the year.

It's the new year soon.

This year's Moldavia is particularly different from previous years. It is not that the old lord died, the young new lord took office, nor is it that the dark tide is bigger than that of previous years. The biggest difference is that the new lord's powerful strength.

And it is a stronger strength than everyone imagines.

In mid-October, the old lord died for no reason, and a group of strange knights who didn't know who it was surrounded by a fat man who captured the main city and entered the lord's mansion. They declared curfew and martial law, and sent many wandering warriors to patrol the streets. This group of people did not allow the dragon caravan to trade freely in the market, and their attitude was extremely fierce.

How could the northern residents who have always been in good public security, simple folk customs, and kind and kind? Just as many people prepared knives and shovels at home and were preparing to give these strangers some good looks, the old residents watched the new lord who grew up came back.

To be honest, no one knows how the new lord solved the dozens of silver knights, because the speed was too fast. From the city gate, it was loud noise until the lord's mansion collapsed. The interval between them would not exceed 3 hours. Many people just had breakfast and were surprised to find that all the strange knights who had just arrived were solved - a golden warrior who came from unknown places outside.

The new lord named Joshua strongly announced his successor to the throne of Earl, that is, the new lord of this land. Of course, no one would object. Who would dislike his leader's strength? For the simple northerners, having enough strength is the most important thing. After all, as long as they are not the idiots of the previous ones, everyone will rule the same. So why not let the strongest come?

"I heard that if Lord Joshua had not been the one who had been the Black Forest, the Black Forest would have been broken by the Black Tide."

Among the crowd, a middle-aged man dressed in a dress and looked like a hunter touched his greasy beard and talked to a fisherman beside him. He looked at him and sighed: "My son and his family live in the ore town not far from the fortress. If the fortress is lost and monsters pour into the territory, I really don't know what to do."

"If there is no adult, you can only wait to die."

The fisherman shook his head, looking like he didn't talk much, he glanced at the stone platform and whispered: "I don't know what this year is..."

"I think it should be a bear beast or a big ice snake. Recently, a black tide broke out. Those monsters that do not hibernate are basically dead. There are probably only a few hibernating bears and snakes in the forest that can survive."

Realizing that the people around him were talking to each other was not happy, the hunter shrugged and said to himself: "I don't know how many lucky guys can get it."

Not only these two people, everyone was discussing excitedly, but suddenly, the sound in the square naturally decreased and disappeared until it was silent.

The hunter who felt an inexplicable sense of depression frowned. He felt a pressure coming from afar. He raised his head and the hunter found that a red light spot flashed through the flying snow in the distance, bringing out a long red light belt. The pressure from this light spot was even larger and thicker than the strongest monster he had ever encountered, making people so depressed that they could not speak, but there was no sense of threat.

"What……"

Before he could finish his subconscious questions, the hunter saw the light spots in the distance suddenly accelerated and came to the edge of the city like teleportation. Then there was a gust of fishy wind blew over, and a strong smell of blood poured into the noses of everyone present. The huge black shadow slowly landed with the red fighting spirit. This scene immediately made a large number of citizens who were shocked by the pressure just now come back to their senses.

"Boom boom boom..."

At this time, the sonic boom slowly came from afar.

The fighting spirit that surged around his body and repelled gravity was relieved. The black-haired warrior was suspended in the air. He held the silver-haired girl in his right hand, and the huge headless dragon body of a flying dragon on his back, while holding the dragon head in his left hand, and the warrior slowly landed in the astonishment of everyone in the square.

Seeing this scene, the people below were silent for a while, and then quickly burst into great amazement and cry:

"Oh my God, what is on the back and hands of Lord Lord...?!"

"Dragon? It's actually a dragon?"

"Is the year-end festival actually a dragon used as a sacrifice this year?"

"No, it's just a flying dragon, not a pure-bred dragon, but that's enough!" An experienced old adventurer quickly identified the original owner of the huge head in the hands of the warrior in the air. He looked shocked: "It's an ice-toothed dragon! Oh my God, it was just a crust-thorn pig last year. Although they were both silver-level, the difference was too big... Can we eat dragon meat this year?"

While Joshua slowly landed, he threw the huge dragon body on his back into the middle of the sank of the platform. He was collided with frozen meat and stones, making a dull sound. He stepped on the blue-gray rocks, and the soldiers looked around below - dense crowds stood all over the square, and almost half of the people in the entire city came here.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and Joshua smiled.

There are many customs and festivals on the mainland. Not to mention the emperor's birthday and the founding day, the new birthday of spring, the star festival on the midsummer night and the carnival on the autumn harvest day are all very famous festivals. All humans and even the elves will hold the same celebration on the same day.

And the New Year, naturally, is.

As a custom that has been passed down for thousands of years, as a lord, Joshua needs to hunt a high-level monster during the New Year celebration to share food for his knights and his subordinates, so as to reflect that human beings' desire to conquer nature will never be extinguished and that he is enough to protect his subordinates.

Golden monsters are hard to come by, especially after the Black Tide, even Qiao Xiuya can't find the remaining golden monsters, but a high-level silver flying dragon is enough to prove his strength.

Amid the noise of the square, Joshua said nothing. He stood on the stone platform and raised the dragon's head in his hand to show it to everyone. The flying dragon's eyes were dying with his eyes and seemed to frighten everyone, but then there was even greater cheers and praise - even such a terrifying monster died at the hands of their lord. Although it was a bit scary, it unexpectedly felt a sense of peace of mind that could make people feel at ease in farming.

Unlike the news that repelled the Black Tide and rushed to Moldova from afar, ordinary people who had never seen Joshua fight with their own eyes could not understand the strength of the warriors, so they were still a little confused, but now, in front of this hideous dragon head and body, no matter what doubt it was, it had completely disappeared.

"It's worthy of being a powerful man who can defeat the Black Tide twice in a row..."

An adventurer with a big shield stood among the citizens. He looked at his calloused hands and sighed in a somewhat vague voice: "Moldavia, Moldova, the two dark tides in the north this year can almost be said to have been repelled by him. Now he can easily capture and kill a high-level silver flying dragon. When will I reach this state..."

He did not care about the heated discussions of the masses. The warrior placed the dragon head, which was larger than his body, on the stone platform. To be honest, Joshua was very satisfied with the expression of the flying dragon. After the celebration, he planned to deal with it and then put it in the hall of the lord's mansion in the future as a decoration.

After waiting for a while, after the discussion was a little rest, Joshua took a step forward. He stood on the edge of the top of the stone platform and naturally shouted to everyone in front of him: "My leaders, the new year is about to end. Many things have happened in this middle age, both good and bad, but it is gratifying that everything has a gratifying ending, and there is no need to say anything. Your peaceful life proves all this."

The warrior smiled and faced all the people in front of him who looked up at him, and shouted: "The year-end sacrifices in previous years were not enough for everyone to share, but this year, I went to the Ice Sand Desert to hunt an ice-toothed dragon. In this way, I think this time I will definitely allow every family to share my prey, and I won't say much more-"

After saying that, he raised his finger and the red fighting spirit condensed. Qiao Xiuya waved at the middle-aged ice-toothed dragon body out of thin air, and suddenly violently fluctuated and shocked the atmosphere. The invisible air blade instantly cut the tough dragon body into several pieces.

"My leaders, the year-end ceremony has begun!"

Cheers resounded throughout the square.

Amid the voices of "Long Live" and "Praise the Lord" that echoed half of the city, Joshua slowly walked down the stone platform. He did not care about the leaders who were praising his name and happily receiving dragon meat under the presidency of other knights, but walked towards the central tower beside the city wall.

Firefly also followed the soldiers along the streets.

Walking into the tower and stepping on the spiral stairs, not long after, the two of them arrived at the top of the tower. The soldiers sat cross-legged on the edge of the city wall, looking at the mountains and plains in the snow in the distance.

His eyes were extremely calm, and he seemed not excited at all for the respect the people had for him. Joshua just simply stared at the dark sky and earth at night, not knowing what he was thinking, and the silver-haired girl also sat quietly beside him, dazed with her master.

Time passes quietly.

Star falls in 831, December 31, at night, 11:59.

“That’s true.”

A leisurely sigh sounded: "It feels great to be praised."

Even such a bitter and cold place is his territory, where his people live, and as lords, warriors should protect them and then accept praise, which is the so-called noble duty.

Star Falls 832, January 1, 0:00.

"Clang—Clang—Clang—Clang—”

The grand bell of the church rang and spread throughout the main city.

And the new year is here.

——At the same time, in the eastern part of the Greater Eas Mountains, Moldovan territory.

"Brendon... are you leaving the day after tomorrow?"

In the main city of Moldova, in the lord's mansion, the purple-haired Countess hugged his lover and said reluctantly: "The children still want to play with you for a while."

"I also want to do it, but Danny, my responsibility prevents me from doing this. It is my responsibility to report and deal with the super-large black tide caused by the Time and Space Gate and the Black Erosion Dragon." The blonde swordsman looked helpless. He touched the back of the female mage and sighed: "Even if it is for the safety of your territory, no such disaster will occur again. I will still rush back to the imperial capital as soon as possible - it has been delayed for a long time to spend the New Year with you. You must know that although the Time and Space Gate has been broken, it is possible to reconnect at any time."

"...You are right, and I cannot ignore the safety of the entire territory for my own sake."

With a sigh, Vildanni let go of the hand holding Brandon's waist tightly. She took a step back and then recited a secret message. The female mage took out a small box from the void and told the blonde swordsman in front of her, "On the way back, don't forget to bring this. This is a thank you to the Count... and don't forget to give him the processed golden monster materials. He left too hastily and didn't take anything away."

"This time, Joshua really helped us a lot... To be honest, I feel that it is not enough to give you a little reward, and I can't let you prepare for the gift alone."

Taking the small box from Villdanni's hand, Brandon recalled the long-lost holy words that the warrior read in front of the time and space gate. He said in a deep voice: "Even if it is for the further recognition of the Double Blades of Order, I should give you a big gift... Okay, when I return to the imperial capital, I will start preparing immediately."

"I think he should want to play with you more than a gift."

Hearing this, the countess covered her mouth and chuckled. She looked at the blonde swordsman gently, her eyes full of smiles: "But, my swordsman, do you have confidence to surpass him?"

"Although Joshua is indeed very strong, obviously stronger than me... but if it's just faith, then there is naturally."

With his fists tightly clenched, Brandon turned his head and looked at the clouds outside the window, his eyes full of confidence: "No matter what, the warrior and the warrior will only know that they have fought."

——Far away, the city of the Three Mountains, the imperial capital.

The brilliance of the two moons shines on the entire city, and the white marble walls reflect the elegant moonlight, which looks extremely sacred.

Nostradamus stood on a stargazing tower in the center of the imperial capital. He looked up at the sky with a strange expression.

"This weather is pretty good, but the fluctuations of magic are not very suitable for teleportation..."

The white-haired old mage muttered, then shook his head: "Forget it, anyway, everything about the imperial capital has been dealt with. I have time, and I don't think I will go a long way."

If there is a problem with the transmission, then send it again.

Thinking of the so-called emergency method in his mind, the white-haired old man immediately took out a scroll, Nostradamus read a few secret words, and then activated it with his spirit. In an instant, the scroll turned into a ball of flame and attached to his hand. The chief master of the empire stretched out his right hand burning flames, and stroked in the void, and immediately brought out a clear scratch in the space.

The flames burned, and then turned into blue light. The scratches slowly expanded and became deeper. A dark blue door opened quietly and appeared in front of the white-haired mage.

Behind this door is a vast plain filled with ice and snow, which I can’t see at first sight.

"It seems that the destination is not wrong, it is indeed the North."

Nodded and determined his goal, Nostradamus straightened the mage robe on his body and strided towards the time and space gate.

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Chapter completed!