The fourth continent, windy season, spring antelope festival.
Herdsmen on horseback are running on the grassland. They hold curved bows and chase the antelopes on the grassland. Then they draw their bows and shoot arrows, hitting each of the running prey.
Wind Antelope Festival is a harvest festival, not only because of the changing winds and abundant rain, but also because there are many antelopes in this season, and hunting will also bring better harvests.
The herdsmen drove their horses to the dead antelope and threw it into the accompanying carriage and took it away.
In about a week, these antelopes will be turned into dried meat, peeled fur, and cleaned horns.
The herdsmen who had gained a lot were humming songs, walking in the grass fields under the sunset, feeling the strong wind blowing in their faces, and strolled towards the white tent camp.
Back home, the wife brought hot water for her husband to take a bath, and then talked about his recent life.
"Wait until next month, a caravan from the north will come, drag away the furs and horns and sell them."
"Are ram's horns valuable?" my wife asked curiously, remembering that it was difficult to sell ram's horns in the past.
"They were not valuable before, but now they are. It is said that caravans will transport them to far, far away places where people want them."
"Oh, where exactly is it? It's so far away, so the shipping costs are pretty high."
"Yes, freight has always been very expensive. For example, we sell a large piece of mutton for 10 copper coins, and it costs 100 copper coins to haul it to a big city." He sighed with emotion.
"Those ram's horns are said to be made into magic materials. Only those Mages are so rich and can afford the high shipping costs."
"Mage? I have only heard of them, never seen them. Are they very powerful?"
"Of course they are powerful. It is said that they can summon ferocious beasts, piercing spears, and destructive lightning out of thin air. Even the Knight gentlemen are a little afraid."
"The main reason is that Mage has too many tricks. No one knows what cards the other party is hiding. If you don't know and you get hit, it's over." The herdsman shook his head.
"Master Knight is the most down-to-earth man. A gun is a gun and a sword is a sword. He doesn't do anything fancy."
"Okay, I'm going to lie down for a while. Remember to add some hot water to the basin and let me soak for a while."
The arrival of Gale Season not only did not reduce the war in the southern part of the continent, but because of the refreshing climate, many ambitious forces began to go out to conquer territories.
Anti Kingdom Farther north, among the mountains where the cold wind was howling, a team of cavalry meandered along the mountain road. They were all dressed in silver armor, with blue swallow-tail flags curled on their straight lances.
They were silent as they walked in the cold wind. The wind and frost could not touch their faces. They were separated by the cold helmets and only a pair of gray-blue eyes were exposed.
This cavalry was highly disciplined, and the accompanying Knight was also as calm as an iceberg that would not melt. They crossed the vast mountains in the cold wind and gradually arrived at the mountainous border in the north of the Anti Kingdom. Then they stopped and stood on their horses, overlooking the still unaware kingdom Castle.
Soon, a flag with a blue background was erected high, with the snow-white mountain tops and the never-ending winter wind printed on it.
"Winter Knights, attack." The voice was not loud, but had a calm and low tone.
After the order was given, the team rushed down the mountainside. At first they were just a few small black spots, and then spread into a large avalanche.
As the object of imitation by the Regas Kingdom and the holy place in the hearts of many Knights, "Winter Knights" has always been a legend spread across the mainland.
This time, they finally walked out of the frozen mountains and began a typical charge. The lances stood like a forest, and then they were lowered straight down, stretching into a straight line on the steep slope, carrying the power of the blizzard into the battlefield.
In just a few weeks, a large number of towns in the northern part of the Anti Kingdom were captured, and the teams that fought against Winter Knights were defeated one after another. The Knight regiment was like a horn in the cold wind, frightening everyone wherever it went.
A few months ago, the Anti nobles who were still immersed in the feast of conquering Regas Kingdom had to immediately dispatch the southern expedition army to return to the country for defense, working day and night along the way. In the process, the nobles in the Anti Kingdom were defeated and uprooted one by one, and many territories began to fall and were taken over by the Winter Kingdom's army.
In this situation, Anti Kingdom had to ask for help from Eagle-Scorpion Khanate, who is the Alliance.
Although Eagle-Scorpion was gloating about Anti's misfortune, after sending people to observe Winter Kingdom's military situation, he also dispatched troops in despair and began to fight in the territory of the Anti Kingdom to jointly resist Impact in the cold winter.
At this time, Regas Kingdom, which had just been conquered recently, felt empty again.
The old nobles who survived and surrendered in the previous war began to think of ways to regroup their forces and regain the land and Castle that had been invaded by the Anti Kingdom.
Just when these old nobles were wondering in whose name they would unite and gather their troops, a piece of joyful news appeared.
Prince Jabs, who once disappeared, is not dead. He and Princess Musa are still alive today, and Valley City secretly began to summon resistance forces in the south of the Regas Kingdom.
"Hahahahaha." Wild laughter spread throughout the banquet. Jabs, dressed in a gorgeous gold and red military uniform, stood in front of the banquet table, looking proud.
"I just said, these guys won't last long. Look, isn't this an opportunity?" Standing in front of him were five Regas Kingdom old nobles. However, the current clothes of these people are indeed much shabby compared to the past.
"Of course, Mr. Jabs is very good at predicting events. He guessed early on that these wild dogs Anti would be defeated sooner or later." A paunchy nobleman flattered him vigorously.
"These guys have robbed us Regas of so much resources and wealth. It's really hateful."
"As long as Lord Jabs issues a summons order, the nobles who still exist in the Regas Kingdom will definitely respond one after another."
"When the time comes, it will be easy for us to rebuild Regas Kingdom." The nobles on the side described this beautiful prospect. Many people present were thinking about it, hoping that they could gain glory and territory in this process of "rebuilding the country".
If it can control a larger territory than before, then this revival may be a better era than the outdated and solidified Regas Kingdom.
There was a sound of clinking of wine glasses, and everyone was talking about their own ideas with flushed faces. Inspiring ideas would emerge one after another. It seemed that in an instant, they could defeat the remaining Anti Kingdom troops here and regain their sovereignty.
From an objective point of view, their ideas are indeed correct, but after experiencing previous capitulation and suppression, the power these people can now use cannot be said to be powerful.
"So..." On the second floor of the banquet hall, several figures in dark red robes looked down silently.
"This time it's our turn "Hundred-Eye Cult"." Under the hood, the exposed chin showed a dark and sinister smile in the light and shadow of the chandelier.