In previous years, the "divine blessing" season is often the most comfortable time of the year. During this month, the residual heat of the scorching summer has dissipated, and the cool autumn wind begins to blow across the wilderness. Even if there is occasional rain and dew, it is usually a warm drizzle.

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However, this year's Divine Blessing Season brought heavy rains. The cold air that was rare in a century came down from the north and swept over most of the territory of Gurand. The sky in the royal city seemed to be covered with a layer of black cloth that never penetrates the light.

Haze enveloped the entire sky, heavy rain poured down from the black clouds, and strong winds accumulated water on the ground and raised curtains of water, making everything blurry.

The light is very dark on a rainy day, but the towers around the huge wall of the royal city are brightly lit. The fully armed imperial guards stand with bows in their hands, their alert eyes scanning any place where danger may be lurking. From time to time, you can see the firelight reflected on the metal bow body.

With a bright light, the entire palace suddenly entered a state of war readiness.

At this moment, the iron gate at the entrance to the huge wall of the royal city was lifted up by bearings, and prison cars entered the palace one after another under the escort of the "Cardinal Guards". The convoy stretched into a long queue, with dozens of vehicles in total.

Bolton was sitting on the stone steps at this time, his face even gloomier than the gloomy sky. He had not rested for several days. His eyes were bloodshot and his chin was covered with stubble. He had never touched tobacco before.

His lips were dry and chapped, and he was holding a cigarette that had been wet by the heavy rain. His red eyes were staring straight at the prison convoy, constantly flashing a fierce light.

For some unknown reason, there were two royal guards standing next to Bolton at this time, looking nervous and alert, as if they had been sent to monitor him.

Burton stared at the prison cars coldly until they disappeared from sight. He still sat in the rain without moving. Only his lips were slightly opened, and the cigarette he was holding in his mouth fell into the water.

"God damn barbarian," he said.

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In the conference room of the side hall of the palace, the palace ministers are gathering here, and the seating arrangement is very subtle. The person sitting in the main seat is actually Solandel, Perseus himself is sitting in the deputy seat, and the other ministers are located in order according to their status.

Everyone was whispering and discussing something in a low voice.

Soon, the door opened, and men with unkempt hair and ragged clothes were escorted in. Judging from their appearance full of Northern Barbarian style, there was no doubt that they were from the tribe of the Six Kings.

The remnants of the Six Kings have been entrenched in the North for more than five hundred years. Naturally, it is not just the 800,000 people that Dinisha wiped out with one sword at Dawn Peak. Those who died were only warriors with combat effectiveness who were integrated into the army by Jupiter. In addition,

There are also tens of millions of civilians who are responsible for daily labor and production, and together they form the tribes on the Arctic ice sheet.

When the tribal army invaded, the civilians without fighting power hid far away from the army to wait for the outcome of the battle. Therefore, by chance, they avoided Dinisha's shocking sword and survived.

However, the fate waiting for these people was not much better. Since most of the supplies were collected by Jupiter for military use and finally destroyed by Dinisha, these civilians could not survive on the few remaining supplies.

Pieces of people died in the snow, and many people were forced to survive by starving.

These civilians were taken too far by Jupiter, and it was no longer possible to return to the gathering place on the far north ice sheet on foot, so they were forced to go south in groups, hoping to find a safe place to live.

However, the Royal Army has already deployed heavy troops on the front line of Lenglie Valley. Anyone approaching the defense line will be regarded as an invasion and will be killed indiscriminately. These tribal civilians will not be allowed to get closer, and they will be blocked from the barrier.

With heavy troops in front and no way to retreat, snow and wind outside, and lack of supplies inside, the civilians of the tribe were completely desperate. The dozens of tribe leaders led by them could only kneel down and beg for surrender, requesting a meeting with the kingdom's senior officials to give the tribesmen a chance to survive.

Now, these begging clan leaders have been transferred to the palace overnight. The lives of tens of millions of tribal civilians behind them are all tied to the outcome of this meeting.

The only two people absent from this meeting were Lorna and Burton. It was not that they were unwilling to come, but that Perseus did not dare to let these two people come.

Sorandel was left permanently disabled and lost all her strength in this war. Lorna and Bolton were her close friends and her brothers, and they both had bad tempers. If these two people were different from the people in the tribe,

If you encounter them, you will have to eat them alive on the spot.

Therefore, Perseus ordered the two men to stay away from the meeting room and sent royal guards to watch them to prevent chaos.

In fact, as Solandel's biological father, Perseus was as angry as either Lorna or Bolton when his daughter was so hurt. It's just that as a mature king, he knew how to control his emotions better.

The atmosphere in the conference room was very depressing. When the leader of the clan saw Perseus, he knelt down tremblingly: "Your Majesty the King..."

Perseus interrupted him coldly: "It seems that barbarians are barbarians after all. They don't learn etiquette and they don't understand etiquette. Didn't you see someone else sitting in the main seat? I'm just a listener today and want to discuss anything.

Regarding matters, you have to talk to the person who makes the decision."

Only then did the patriarch realize that the person sitting in the main seat was Solandel. This arrangement really made him confused. He was a little confused for a moment. Of course, what he wanted to say would not change. He said in a trembling voice: "

Your Highness, we have some requests..."

Solandel: "You can say it, but I may not agree. You should say it first."

"Yes..." The clan leader lowered his head and said solemnly, "Your Highness, you should have received the news. Our clansmen are now trapped outside the Cold Lie Valley, and everyone's supplies have been exhausted. Both adults and children have

There is nothing to eat, and people starve to death every day. There are also many people who fall asleep and never wake up because their bodies are hypothermic..."

"I implore Her Highness the Princess to show mercy and order the gates of Lenglie Valley to be opened so that everyone can hide inland. We only need a corner where the temperature is warmer and a place where we can rest. We will never disturb anyone! Absolutely.

There won’t be any trouble! All our clan leaders are willing to risk their lives to guarantee this to His Highness!”

There was no unnecessary expression on Solandel's face, only indifference. She said slowly: "I was shocked after listening to your words. I was shocked by your selfishness. In the war not long ago, I lost my uncle Larson.

, lost the great "Black Lion" Garrot, lost thousands of soldiers, and countless compatriots died under your butcher's knife. If Dinisha hadn't taken action later, once the inland was captured by you, even more

Countless innocent people will die tragically!"

"You have not apologized or expressed remorse. The first thing you said was to ask me to be merciful. How can I be merciful? If you are merciful to you, what do you want the people of the kingdom to think? How can I have the face to meet those dead compatriots?
Chapter completed!