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Volume Two: Demonic Invasion Chapter 229: Battle for the Throne (2)

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    "You did this, I think I misunderstood something." Orica's cheeks turned red, and her girlish instinct made her want to politely refuse Burt's move, but she didn't want to push him away.  At this time, she only felt that Bert's chest was extra generous and warm, allowing her to lie there for a long, long time.  At this moment, she is no longer the little she-wolf who was wary of others before, but an injured girl who always longs for warmth and care.

    "What do you want to misunderstand?" Bert only felt that Orica's body was very soft. He was obsessed with this continuous and delicate touch. He felt a burst of heat flowing along the blood vessels from bottom to top without being blocked.  The intensity of their bombardment was so deep that it seemed to knock out his brain, leaving him without any sense or calmness.

    "You like me?" Orica's eyes were blurred.

    "Who says it's not?" This was not the first time that Bert had been so close to a girl, but before that, the girl he was hugging was for money, and he was for sex.  Now, the girl in his arms is more beautiful in his heart than the goddess of charm and temptation. There are no other muddy evil thoughts between the two parties, but only a vague sense of attachment.

    "I think I came in at the wrong time." Bastanay walked into the tent carrying a bowl of venison soup. As soon as he put the bowl on the table, he saw Bert and Olica hugging each other passionately on the animal skin blanket.  scene.  So he sighed for a while and walked out of the tent quickly.  He just felt that Bert's action was faster than he expected, and he was very impressed by this.

    "Huh?" Roland opened the curtain at the door of the tent. He took only half a step in and immediately took several steps back.  In accordance with his usual practice, he covered his eyes while speaking about confession.

    "What happened inside?" Jesdan and Lier saw Roland and Bastanay's actions from a distance.  So they looked at each other, quickly ran to the front of the tent, opened the tent and looked inside.  Leal couldn't see very clearly and thought that Bert and Olica had reached a point where they shouldn't be watched, so he immediately followed Roland's example and covered his eyes and walked backwards.  Although Jessdown also left the tent backwards, he kept his eyes open and stared at Bert's every move.

    "You can come in and take a look." Bert said to Jersted angrily.

    "I had this plan originally, but I don't want to ruin your good deeds." Jistang said slyly, and then trotted away from the tent.  He wasn't going to get a good beating from Burt.

    "I hope no one will bother us." Bert stared into Orica's red eyes.

    "Yes, that's right." Orika whispered. She had fantasized about heroic knights and strong men when she was very young, and the man in front of her was undoubtedly this type of character in her mind.  She has shed her flashy disguise and taken off the sharp spikes on her body to protect herself.  Now, she needs someone to comfort and protect herself.  The sense of crisis brought about by the disaster, coupled with the magic of love, makes Orika now undefended against Bert.

    "You shouldn't be fine yet." Bert helped her stand up.

    "I want to go over to the table." Olica looked at the bowl of venison soup on the table.

    Bert understood it, and he picked up Orica just like Jerstang picked up Vulanna and Leal picked up Foxy, and carried her to the table.  She seemed to have regained some of her energy and energy, and became interested in venison soup.  The steaming soup was filled with spices and the hindquarter meat of an unlucky elk, which was very appetizing.

    After drinking the hot venison soup, Olica felt obviously better.  After Bert's brief excitement, his restless heart showed signs of cooling down.  He felt that it all happened so suddenly that he had to take a moment to think clearly about the causes and consequences.  For an eighteen-year-old man, the warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms is intoxicating, and the future is also full of uncertainty. Maybe he will meet a better one in the future maybe  That's all Bert's brain could think of.  So he lowered his head and kissed Orica, and his young technique gave him a strange touch.

    Bert stood up and slowly walked out of the tent.  He needed to find one or two people to talk things over with.

    Bastanay was using a whetstone to dispose of his long sword. He was sitting on the snow next to the fire. The red firelight reflected his resolute face similar to Bert's, and the scars caused by the giant bear were still there.  Staying on the chest of a Leitening man makes him brave and strong.

    "Bastanay." Bert sat next to him.

    "Burt." Bastanay looked at him, "I think you did a great job in some aspects. You got a beautiful little girl in a few minutes - I also want to get such a good opportunity."

    "A rose blown to my hand by the strong wind is not as easy as you said." Bert sighed.

    &nbsp"The thorns of the rose have been plucked out, what else do you have to be afraid of?" Lear walked from another tent to the fire and said as he walked, "Why don't you just smell its fragrance carefully?"  ?¡±

    "Li'er, when are you and Hu Yi's wedding going to be held?" Bert suddenly asked a question.

    "Ah." Lear became more energetic. "After all the trivial matters are settled, it will be fine. Moulaymentin also promised me to use 500 gold coins to organize a wedding worth 1,000 gold coins for me. Let me think about it.  , First of all, the army of demons cannot be left in the Windkenf continent, they are annoying. Secondly, His Royal Highness the Second Prince should ascend to the noble throne, so that our efforts in the past few weeks will not be in vain. And then  Make a wish on the New Morning Day to make your married life full of beauty."

    "I think I'm going to go back and see Olika." Bert smiled slightly and walked back to the tent.

    The legal age for marriage among Atak people is seventeen, and adulthood is sixteen.  This is due to the continuous wars, which forced the empire to advance the age of marriage, otherwise it would not be able to keep up with the recruitment of strong soldiers.  On the contrary, the latest one is the strict Reit Empire, where the legal age of marriage is twenty-four, a full eight years later than the Atak Empire.

    "Olica?" Bert saw Orika sitting back on the blanket.

    "Burt, do you think it's too hasty?" Olica looked hesitant, "II also think it's too sudden, between usI don't know if I really like you, this hazy  a feeling of."

    "But that's not what I thought." Bert took a step forward, "I can't turn a blind eye to your situation." He finally found a reasonable excuse to modify the love in his heart.

    "Maybe we still need time." Orica said seriously.

    "It's too late. Before that, I have to confess to you." Bert whispered, "I may die at any time. I feel that a warrior like me is doomed to wander around and find it difficult to live a long and stable life.  .¡±

    "I don't care." Orika said, "I can't always live in a large manor and under the service of a maid. I am willing to accompany you to every battlefield. Youdo you like me?"

    "Like? Love." Bert hugged Olica tightly, "I will always protect you until the melancholy look disappears from your face forever, until all happiness is in front of us, until all dangers are far away  Leaving you¡ª¡ª"

    "Really? You think so too." Olica kissed her.

    "I want your heart tonight." Bert returned the kiss even more passionately.

    "I want your body." Orika hugged Bert tightly.

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    "A rich and colorful life." Jessdown couldn't help but sigh when he heard a fierce sound in Bert's tent.  Lear, Bastanay, and Roland next to him also began to nod.

    "It's best not to miss these 'rich and colorful lives'." With a stern expression, Larov rode his horse to the fire. "We will set off in twenty minutes and be ready. Yes, we will travel all night.  .¡±

    "Why?" Jestang was a little confused.  Traveling on a snowy night will undoubtedly greatly increase the dangers along the way.  If they encounter a blizzard, they will soon be buried in the wrath of the winter god, with no chance of survival.  Others thought so too, and everyone was filled with confusion.  Who doesn¡¯t want to wait until the Sun Sannar comes out before continuing the journey?

    "Thousands of magical beasts are moving, and the target is probably the seaside." Larov said sadly, "Their actions have become more and more unusual recently. It was impossible for so many of the same kind of magical beasts to move together before, and there were so many monsters.  Facing in the same direction, there must be high-level monsters controlling them. Shiluo just went around for a while and immediately discovered the crisis with his instinct. In more than an hour, the monsters will trample through our camp.  We have to move quickly."

    "Bert is going to break the record of the three of us in just twenty minutes." Lear didn't care about other things.

    "Yes, twenty minutes." Bastanay smiled with hidden meaning.

    "Why are there so many magical beasts It seems that the regular army is going to fight again, and many soldiers of the Atak Empire have to sacrifice." Roland thought melancholy, he was the only serious one among these people.

    "Don't think too much. Maybe it's just a large-scale migration of monsters. Maybe they feel that there are too many of them and they should all jump into the sea to die to relieve the pressure on food and shelter." Bastanai said, "In my case  In the snowfields of my hometown, there is a little guy called lemmings who does this, and they go to die in groups every year."

    "I don't believe it." Roland sighed, "??No, what plans are they preparing?  "

    "Low-level monsters are stupid, and high-level monsters cannot be of the same mind." Shiluo said, "Warcraft are creatures that cannot make big waves. Even on the alien island, they have not done anything earth-shattering."

    "But what are the monsters doing at the beach? They can't make boats. Are other monsters that can't fly or swim really dying? There are several towns along the way What if they" Roland rubbed his hand  On his own forehead, he always thinks too much about other people.
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