November, the month of frost.

On the grassland where the cold wind howled, all the grass was withered, and heavy snow fell. This year's winter was particularly difficult for the Tuoquining lions. The expedition failed, and there were endless internal struggles. The leaders of various clans began to fight against each other.

There were prevarications and disputes, the sun was said to have plunged into eternal night in some areas in the south and west, a large number of cattle and sheep died in the snowstorm, and refugees poured in from all directions, making the situation worse.

The thick cowhide tent is as warm as spring.

A bright flame burned on the match, making a peeling sound. Sparks occasionally rose up and climbed up along the dark bottom of the pot. A lamb rib was boiling in the pot, with a thick layer of oil tumbling on it.

While soaking, the air was filled with the aroma of meat mixed with the aroma of plant tubers.

Nel's eyes were a little distracted.

The way the lion people calculate dates is slightly different from other civilizations. Because the nation lacks a farming culture, they use the withering and flourishing of vegetation to divide the two most important seasons of the year - the grass and trees on the grassland are withered and flourishing.

The year has passed.

That seemed to be something not long ago. It was the season of the year when the vegetation was most prosperous, and the tribesmen were in high spirits. And it had just had its coming-of-age ceremony. It tied its white mane into a whip and wanted to become the greatest lion-man tribe.

Warrior. Just like the ancestors, regain the long-lost honor of Torquay.

At that time, everything seemed to be going in the best direction.

But in the blink of an eye, they lost everything. It lost its childhood playmate, lost its father, and lost many close people. And Tuoquining's lion-man had his backbone broken and was still alive.

, can no longer stand up.

This harsh winter can bring disaster to the clan.

The young lion boy was filled with confusion. Torquining had lost its glory. When would they be able to get it back?

"Nair, Nair." The person next to him whispered, and Nair came back to his senses. The tent was bustling with people, and the leaders of seven or eight clans surrounded the three humans. Their green eyes were filled with unkindness.

kindness.

The atmosphere in the tent was tense. The human knight put his hand on the hilt of his sword and looked alert. The wizard's hand was folded under his sleeve, holding something unknown. Only the human who called himself the envoy had a normal expression on half of his face under the hood.

Nel's light green eyes looked at these people.

"After my father died, I don't have any extra thoughts now. I just want to lead my people through this difficult winter," the young lion man said. He stood up and put a brass ring on the mane on his chest.

They collided with each other and made a clanging sound: "Although the Tuoquining people have temporarily lost their beloved king, it does not mean that we have fallen. We will not ally with humans on this."

"This winter is very cold," the human girl standing in the middle said. Half of her beautiful face was exposed under her hood, and she smiled slightly: "Tomorrow's winter will be even colder."

"Can I think you are provoking us?" Nair frowned: "But I won't argue with a woman, so you can go."

The girl raised her head, and everyone present felt their hearts beat heavily. What they saw was a pair of eyes shining like stars, wise and far-reaching, as if they could see through people's hearts: "I am the daughter of Duke Tix, you

Do you dare to make a bet with me, Your Highness Nair?"

"What bet?" Nair obviously didn't want to be looked down upon by a woman.

"I will convince you that the stakes are Torquin's Lion's future."

"What if you lost?"

"I marry you."

The lion man's heart beat heavily. Lion men's women are slim and slender, and their aesthetics are actually not much different from humans. But no matter how you say it, it can't deny the beauty of the girl in front of it, and those piercing eyes

Eyes, they fell into deep silence at the first sight.

But he still shook his head: "I can't accept it."

The girl didn't care, and glanced at her companion. The wizard then took out an ancient parchment from under his sleeve. In full view of everyone, the wizard carefully spread the parchment and placed it among the lions.

In front of the clan leader.

When they saw this parchment, all the lions' expressions changed.

Nel clenched his fists and suddenly felt a surge of hot blood rushing to the top of his head. His eyes burst out with anger and he looked at the girl. The face that had previously felt innocent, beautiful and heart-warming now became vicious and distorted in its eyes.

It was just a piece of crumpled parchment, and it seemed incomplete.

The yellow, burnt, and cracked paper was densely covered with words, but in the blank corner, there was a somewhat black claw mark printed on it. The claw print was torn from the middle, like a trace of humiliation.

, tortuously separated the history and honor of the lion-man clan.

Under the pressure of the Dark Dragon, when the Earth Temple was the first to withdraw from the Holy Covenant.

The extremely angry King of Fire, Gilt, tore up the oath that represented the promise of the Toquinin people in front of the Lion King, and threw it in front of his former best friend, and the Lion King

Hero, the lion king of the Tuoquining people in that era was too ashamed to face his friends and took away his half of the covenant.

Therefore, this eternal shame has remained with Cruz for nearly a thousand years.

This is also the hatred that the Toquinin Lions have harbored for generations. Their former king was forced by the orders of the Earth Temple. The greatest hero in the history of the Lions died of depression shortly after withdrawing from the covenant.

And Nair's family is the inheritor of that great surname.

"Today, a thousand years later, we all know the truth," the girl replied quietly: "The lion king ended his guilt in his own way, but we can't choose history. Over the past thousand years, Tuoqua

Ning Ren has indeed endured criticism that he should not have endured."

"My father just asked me to return it to you——"

Nel was stunned.

All the lion clan leaders were also stunned.

That is Tuoquining's long-lost glory, which is placed there so quietly. It subconsciously wants to reach out to grab it, but it is so difficult that it seems as if it is so far away. The regret of a thousand years, because of the failure and the betrayer's inferiority complex,

The lions had to live in this barren grassland.

The wishes of countless tribesmen, every night, make every lion king wish to go back to that moment, even if he died immediately, he would change the fate of Tuoquining.

But people cannot choose history.

Confusion, low self-esteem, and self-doubt are the mentality of many Tuoquining people. The tragedy seems to have been cast from the beginning, a history without heroes, and for a nation, it is as bleak as an eternal night.

Because they are all descendants of betrayers.

But the lion boy finally clenched his fist.

"What exactly do you want?" it asked lightly. The self-esteem and honor of a nation are not obtained by relying on charity. If the people in the past did something wrong, the people in the future will have to make up for it.

The girl looked up at such a lion-like monarch. He was only a young man, but he already had the bearing of a king.

"This winter is very cold. Many people will die on the grassland." She looked at the heavy snow outside the tent. "Next year's winter may be even colder. The food on the grassland cannot feed so many people. The only way is to abandon the old people and kill them.

Frail babies, maybe only one out of ten newborns can grow up in hunger, and how many young adults have been lost in Toquinine this year, and how long will it take to regain their vitality?"

She turned back and smiled, a heart-warming smile: "Your Highness Nair, we only have one request, which is to escort us away from this grassland."

After saying that, she bowed to everyone and then turned around to leave.

It was a little quiet in the tent——

There is only the sound of gurgling water.

"Your Highness..." the leaders of the Lion Clan whispered.

They exchanged glances with each other, their green eyes full of worry and anxiety, but there was something else.

"etc."

Nair finally plucked up the courage to call out to the other party.

"Are you going to Anzerruta?"

"Have you formed an alliance with the Khazerians?"

The girl stopped, turned her back and nodded.

The young lion man seemed to have made up his mind. He turned around and said to his men: "Take those things out."

There was silence in the tent.

The servants brought a box, carefully placed the contents in the box on the low table, and connected it with the broken piece of parchment - that was what the Lion Man had found piecemeal over the past few hundred years.

The torn covenant back then.

These fragments seem to symbolize the obsession of the Toquining people. They collect it carefully, as if one day they can find their long-lost glory from these fragments.

But at this moment, all of this seems a bit worth mentioning.

A piece of crumpled and broken parchment soon appeared on the short table. It was about one-quarter to one-fifth of its original size. The broken dark red paw prints were crookedly distributed on these

On top of the fragments.

Nel glanced at the girl.

He stepped forward, used his paw to cut a slit on his palm, and then let his blood drip onto the black and dry paw print. The rose-red blood dripped bit by bit, and under the bright firelight, the old and new blood dripped.

The blood seemed to gradually merge together at this moment.

"Torquining Lion, fulfill your promise again."

“What we failed to achieve thousands of years ago, we will make up for it a thousand times today!”

"We are with you—"

"To finish this war."
To be continued...