Due to the influence, Arthur and others finally failed to move the table to the wall.


    Although Banke and others could not enjoy the hot food in the cold wind, the novel eating method and wonderful hot taste of hot pot conquered the three big men almost instantly.


    Watching them clumsily holding forks, shaking at the bottom of the tumbling pot, the pieces of meat sliding, and the anger when they were robbed, Arthur with chopsticks always showed a proud face.


    "What''s in the pot doesn''t count, what''s in the mouth!" Arthur taught as he ate their food.


    The three were helpless and did not dare to argue with him. They could only look at their food more carefully. They were deeply afraid that they would slip away from the fork accidentally.


    But Thorne, the three did not expect that the other party had learned to use magical tableware such as chopsticks, and the two wooden sticks were similar. Although he was not as "shameless" as the count and robbed their food, the three still noticed a trace of pride and ridicule from the dull eyes of the other party from time to time.


    Hey, this guy is just chopsticks! The three thought.


    The hot aroma of hot pot seems to dilute the cold in the canyon. Time flies. Arthur and others have been stationed in the fortress for more than a month.


    In a month and a half, the world north of the mountains fell several heavy snowfalls. The yellow and undulating earth was like covered with a huge piece of white paper, and the exposed rocks and scattered dead trees were like ink on the paper.


    The cold and food shortage made the Warcraft begin to migrate south.


    If it were in previous years, the fortress would have been facing great enemies. As soon as the horn sounded, both knights and serfs knew that death was imminent.


    However, this year''s fortress is surprisingly quiet.


    During this time, except for the daily routine training of the first army, everyone has not really fought with Warcraft yet.


    Under the guard of the ghost faced eagle, those Warcraft that moved south have been hunted out before they get close to the canyon. After being skinned and cramped, they have either become the food of the eagles or the food stored in the river.


    Shanghe town.


    This winter, although people didn''t huddle at home as usual, but earned gold coins diligently. Arthur also issued an announcement to invite everyone to drink Warcraft soup, but in his spare time, people still worried about the situation of sharp blade fortress.


    Fortunately, every two days, the bulletin board will publish the battle situation of the sharp blade fortress. Although the lines are filled with the danger of the animal tide, more space is devoted to describing the heroic operations of the first army.


    In the mayor''s residence.


    Teach Giovanni to hold the latest newspaper and read with disdain: "under the wise leadership of count Arthur tustra, all the soldiers of the first army fought back the Warcraft rushing to the fortress again. This is the 16th time since winter that the count led the first army to fight back the Warcraft. All the soldiers of the first army have no casualties..."


    Before finishing reading the contents of the newspaper, Giovanni threw it aside and said with a disdain on his face: "ridiculous, it''s ridiculous, no casualties? Oh, although I haven''t seen Warcraft with my own eyes, as long as those things are not sheep, he shouldn''t be so relaxed! Otherwise, he is humiliating his family and secretly trumpeting that his father and grandfather are fools!"


    "Don''t be too serious." Gustav joked aside. "These words are just used to comfort those stupid civilians outside. Otherwise, they can tell them that the casualties of the first army are heavy? Really tell the truth, so people have to hide home or escape here desperately. How can cities and towns be built?"


    "Hum, such words can deceive those ignorant civilians! What a bunch of fools!" Giovanni glanced disdainfully at the newspaper thrown aside.


    "What''s wrong with this? Aristocrats have always been like this." Gustav grabbed the wine cup, his cheeks were slightly red, and his loose eyes were a little drunk. "Newspapers alone are not enough. Now the civilians in the town are waiting to drink the Warcraft soup he promised. I asked people to prepare the big pots for soup, which is good for us. When those idiots know the truth, Shanghe town has changed its owner!"


    Looking at the fat Gustav, Giovanni felt that he was like a drunk fat pig.


    Astringent with his contempt, he asked, "what''s the situation of the first army? You should know some news. Can they hold the fort?"


    "Hey, don''t worry." Gustav waved his hand softly. "Although there were some casualties, as long as he hasn''t escaped back to the castle, it means there''s no problem. Hey, I said, you don''t really think he''s as brave and fearless as what the newspaper said?"


    Hearing the speech, Giovanni nodded slightly.


    Last night, it snowed all night on the river, and the whole town was covered with white. His biggest worry now is that Arthur tustra can''t hold the fort, resulting in a large number of Warcraft rushing into the upper river.


    "It''s our turn," Giovanni said solemnly, looking at Gustav with a tipsy look. "A message came from the south, ordering us to control Lingfeng castle as soon as possible and cover the people of the three families to go north."


    "Order?!" with a thud, he threw the wine cup on the table, and Gustav glanced discontentedly. "Remember, I''m not under your God of light! In addition to Sir Hobbes''s York Town, the future upper river collar still maintains its original position. I said, I want to build it into my own trading town!"


    "You''ve drunk too much!" Giovanni said discontentedly. "If you''re celebrating the upcoming victory, I have to remind you: Mayor Gustav, this is not the time!"


    "Hey!" said Gustav, squinting at Giovanni, "it won''t be long before you will call me Lord, or count Gustav."


    Under the pressure of contempt in his heart, Giovanni didn''t break Gustav''s daydream and said seriously again: "I''m going to do it tonight. I hope you won''t be drunk unconscious and make your dream come to naught!"


    Staring at the priest in front of him, Gustav grinned and said, "I don''t need you to remind me to seize Lingfeng castle. I''ve been waiting for this day for a long time!"


    ……


    In the evening, Giovanni, dressed in armor and a pair of knights, hid in the accompanying knights, followed Gustav and slowly approached Lingfeng castle.


    The river in winter is cold and dreary. Under the gray sky, it seems that it will rain and snow at any time.


    Looking up at Lingfeng Castle standing in the coastal highlands ahead, Giovanni not only showed a sneer.


    At this moment, the Tunguska mountains in the distance and the Qingfeng mountains on the right are like two armies across the earth, standing alone. The Lingfeng castle in the middle is so small and pitiful.


    "Oh, you should regret," he whispered, "the humiliation you gave me that day and your contempt for God! This is the end of your disbelief in God."


    ……