The rolling hills of the valley end here, but the monsoon winds that come from the south and flow through the valley never stop here.
They are always whistling from this exit, blowing in the green fortress, in the high buildings between the group, then formed the wind spirit chanting songs.
Winged Wind City, the largest city fortress in the West, inhabited by millions of people.
The fortress has been expanded several times, and there are three high walls between the buildings. And outside the outermost wall, which can be run by five knights side by side, there are many villages around the moat.
The villages in the mists have fallen into disrepair, and the moat has completely frozen.
The wind whistled here, the people inside and outside the city did not hear the chanting, but saw the sunny day was blown up by the wind snow.
The caravan, which was carrying the indestructible torch high, came to the gates in such weather...
Until the guards lowered the drawbridge (the moat had been drained, and there were a lot of bodies in the deep ditch below), punched the gate of the outer city, and in the 'moon city' (a kind of 'mouth' type defense area built next to the city walls, surrounded by towers. After passing through the urn city, and then inside the city), after examining the grain with my own eyes, I still couldn't believe that someone would bring the grain over at such a time.
"Baron Gavi, this... How much grain did you say there was?" Although it had been some years since we had met, the captain of the guard, who was called Old Rock by Garvey, still recognized this powerful baron of the valley.
In fact, it was not only Garvey. As the head of the guard who has been here for so many years, he can basically call out all the nobles around this Wingwind City. So the three barons who came here to deliver food, those older knights around them, he recognized - including the young knight next to Garvey, he also looked a little familiar - I do not know whose descendants, but it should be and his father or uncle look very much like I don't know whose descendant it is, but it should look like his father or uncle.
"About 50,000 bushels, I think." Baron Garvey put the tarpaulin over the carriage, put on his gloves, and then mounted his horse under the gaze of the captain of the guard. Then he said with an impatient face, "Old Locke, it's cold enough. You're not going to let the three of us stay here to watch the door with you, are you?"
Only then did old Locke respond and hurriedly called his adjutant and told him to hurry up to the city. Then he turned back to the three barons with a smile on his face and said, "My lords, this is a real blessing from the snow. As a rule, when you come here on behalf of the valley, you should be welcomed by the city. But in these days, the news is closed, so it is inevitable that everything is not ready - I have sent someone to send the news to the Duchess and the Bishop. Please come with me to our camp and roast the fire first."
Locke spoke extremely well, but in fact, even though he knew the leaders of these people, he still did not dare to make his own decision to let these five or six hundred people into the city casually. So he was planning to first place these people inside the urn first.
The hot-tempered Baron Babur was not happy when he heard these words: "Son of a bitch! You forget that your nephew was sent to the Knights by me? I went to a lot of trouble to bring the grain over, and you just send us away?"
"My lord! That's very serious..." Looking at that grumpy bearded baron, old Rock hurriedly explained.
"Babur, don't get angry yet." Baron Garvey reached out his hand and calmed down Babur. Then he looked back at Locke and said, "I know you have rules, and I won't let you be difficult. Our soldiers and knights, you put me in place. A few of us will go into the city first - the duchess can't come out to meet you, can she?"
After hearing these words, old Locke was finally relieved and hastily agreed: "That makes sense, that makes sense, my lords, I will send someone to send you into the city first."
After that, Old Locke transferred out a group of guards and asked them to inform the people in the tower to open the inner gate.
But the guards dawdled, and only when the knights and soldiers were first brought to the urn and placed by the guards did the inner gate just open.
Look at the three barons in the two teams of guards led into the city, then Locke was relieved. As for the twenty or so red-robed knights that followed behind the barons, he also ignored them.
"The military rules of Wingwind City seem to be very strict." After entering the door, George said this to Garvey.
"Not really, it's just that we came over today with a little bit of commotion, so the guards are acting very loyal." After hearing this, Baron Garvey came closer to George and replied in a low voice: "The real elites were all taken away by the Duke, and those who are here now are the men and horses of the guard, not even a sergeant major... In normal times, these people are only responsible for things in the city. And that old Locke guy is greedy for money and good for wine."
George nodded, sighed and didn't say anything.
It seems that the city of Wingwind should be very empty now. And the people who guarded this place were not as reliable as they seemed to be.
But this fortress, even if only the militia to guard. With the strong walls and defense system here, even if the tide of corpses will surround this place, it probably can not enter.
After entering the city, the crowd went directly to the direction of the castle. And George finally saw his heart has been a little curious about the Wingwind City.
From those news he had heard in the past few days, he was able to see. Compared to the Black Pearl Valley, which began to rot from the inside, Aria Wind City was in the middle of a disaster, but there were not so many scourges and monsters. So the environment here is still not bad, a city with real order.
To not say that the Duke here to save the old bottom is enough to eat for many years, in those territories he can control, the various lords sheltered by his army, but also often to transfer food here.
And on top of this land, which is well-connected, with troops stationed, with soldiers guarding farmers cultivating farmland and grazing livestock. Not only is there a lot more food than elsewhere, the Duke has also been controlling the population.
But after seeing it with his own eyes, he was a little disappointed.
Along the way, he hardly saw any pedestrians, and the houses he saw were closed - many of them might not even be occupied at all. It was only after crossing the second wall that things got a little better.
There were many soldiers patrolling the city, and order was still there. And the pedestrians on the road, though withered and taunted, are still decently dressed. Even if there is no furry fur to wear, there are thick cotton coats wrapped around the body.
The further in, the more lively it will be. Some merchants and stores are still open. However, from the sign hanging on the door, but can recognize that these are many large noblemen under the door of the property.
Gradually, the streets were no longer so few people, and they all seemed to be busy with things.
But little by little, George found out what they were busy with.
Those in line at the bakery were holding something in their hands, either the last bits of household goods or the pathetic little food they had exchanged.
However, it was good enough to qualify for the line at the bakery, because more people were looking around, wandering aimlessly.
Among these wandering people, the lucky ones were full of tired faces, as if they had finally found some work today, and were heading home in exchange for a little something from the big families. The unfortunate ones, on the other hand, could only stare blankly before some stores.
George witnessed a woman in fur, coaxed away her husband and children, in a tavern doorway dumpster, rummaged to find a piece of rotting bones. It was crawling with wriggling things, and the stench from it could be smelled from this side.
The woman ate all over her clothes and closed her eyes in order not to see those things.
The tavern was bustling with decent people dressed the same way coming in and out, the smell of alcohol constantly coming out of the door, and the laughter of the men and the stragglers could be heard.
"These people deserve to die." A taciturn Volpe strained his face and suddenly popped out with these words.
George shook his head and patted him on the back - the scene just now he also saw.
In the window on the second floor of that tavern, there was a group of nobles and soldiers dressed as a group of people who were drunkenly throwing the table scraps out the window.
Those who had been hovering outside the window finally waited for the time to rush there to grab it, regardless of their faces.
Seeing the wretched appearance of those below, the alcoholics laughed loudly, some took off their pants and peed on the bottom. Someone's eyes lustfully wandered around the crowd and finally hooked a finger at a little girl who didn't grab anything.
These people were the second group of soldiers who were about to rush to the battlefield. They had sneaked out of the barracks and were in this city for one last indulgence.
The door of the tavern opened and closed, and the window on the second floor closed.
The knights finally withdrew their gaze from the back of the girl who walked into the tavern, and with a whispered admonition from the lord, stepped out of their heavy iron boots and continued on their way.
Wingwind City, the most prosperous city-state in the West, the most fortified fortress is as busy as it ever was, with some people busy and some people idle.
In this complex city, they spend all their strength just to live...