“It’s getting colder.”

Old Victor walked slowly on the street with a small pocket, carefully hiding in his clothes pocket. There were falling maple leaves on both sides of the road, but they no longer had the beauty they were originally. The Luoye City is a very beautiful city, but it was just the beauty of the past. Today, the Luoye City is full of holes, and even the collapsed city walls have been barely repaired. The funds of the treasury have been exhausted. The greedy nobles are unwilling to use their property to fill the void. There are refugees curled up in the corner of the wall in the alleys of the street. As the supplies are scarce, the public security of the city becomes increasingly turbulent.

Squeak!

Old Victor slowly opened the door. It was a broken house. The war burned a corner of the roof. Now he could only barely get out of the wind and rain.

"Jack?"

Old Weikudo called out softly, and soon a thin little boy came out.

A smile appeared on his face, raised the pocket in his hand, then picked up the little boy in front of him and said slowly: "I'll bring some food back, and grandpa will cook something for you later."

A little boy of six or seven years old, looking at the bag in old Victor's hand, his face showing a longing expression.

Soon a trace of smoke rose.

When old Victor looked at his grandson in front of him greedily drank the porridge in the bowl and licked the bottom of the bowl cleanly, he couldn't help feeling a sourness in his heart.

"grandfather?"

The little boy ate all the porridge in the bowl, looked up at the old Victor in front of him, and whispered: "Why don't you eat something?"

Old Victor quietly turned his head and wiped the corners of his eyes, then laughed and said, "Grandpa has already eaten it."

There is not much food.

The city hall has stopped relief, and it will become increasingly difficult to get food in the future.

The war took away his two sons, his wife, and his brothers. Now he has only a young grandson and a nephew who is a lower-level officer in the City Defense Department. Old Victor is fifty years old this year. If he is put on humans, he may be old, but as a half-elf, he is still strong. He is not a powerful profession, but he is just an experienced craftsman. The hardworking and simple tradition allows him to live a life of full food and clothing in peacetime, and everything will be destroyed when the war comes.

Old Victor is not lazy, and he doesn't mind working hard if he has the opportunity to work.

But in fact, now he has no chance to rely on work to support himself and his grandson. The war has destroyed the order of Luoye City. As a craftsman, he can only rely on his nephew to save some food.

The streets of Luoye City are filled with refugees, and they are homeless and have nowhere to go.

The orcs still harass them from time to time. As long as the war has not stopped, all this will continue. The war has destroyed everything, chaos is trampling on order, barren farmland, broken streets, withered shops, and the burly bones left in the wilderness. In the darkest corner of the fallen city, the hungry orcs have been included in their recipes.

Old Victor is still lucky.

Because he has a nephew who can help with it, he will not fall to the point of even more miserable.

"It can't continue like this."

Old Victor looked at his thin grandson in front of him. The bitterness in his heart became increasingly strong. It was very difficult to support three people with his nephew's military rations. However, today's Luoye City does not give him the opportunity to work and support himself. War makes farming only near the city. It is unlikely to be farther away, and the orcs' army will not give them a chance. However, relying on this little land output, the city's population cannot be maintained at all, unless the half-elves can launch a powerful counterattack to regain the land on the river bank and reorganize a line of defense that can prevent them from coming and going.

but!

Judging from the current situation, this is almost impossible.

Winter is coming soon.

Old Victor looked at his grandson's weak clothes and thin body. His worries became heavier because he didn't know how to get through this winter. There are many people in Luoye City who are more difficult than them. Every morning, he can see dead bodies frozen and dead when they come. This year's climate is much colder than in previous years.

Heavy footsteps sounded.

Without looking, I knew that my nephew was back. Old Victor stood up and a young man with a blindfold appeared outside the door.

The orc took away one of his eyes.

However, as an excellent archer, Old Victor's nephew is still a very dangerous opponent.

"Uncle."

The young man took off his weapon, looked at the room, and whispered: "Where is Jack? Are you asleep?"

Old Vic nodded slightly.

He was full of gratitude for this nephew. If he hadn't helped him, he and his grandson would have had too many difficulties.

"I have something to discuss with you."

The young man looked around and walked into the room. Old Victor was a little confused, but he quickly followed.

The nephew's expression was very serious, he looked at the old Victor in front of him and said straight to the point: "I want to go to Modo."

What?

Old Vikdo was stunned for a moment.

The young man seemed to think he didn't understand and said again: "I want to go to Modo. Luoye City is already hard to support. If you agree, I'm going to take you to Modo with you."

Modo.

Old Victor's eyes suddenly shone again. Modo City has always had a special significance to the people of Luoye City. They missed a precious opportunity. Now they can only listen to the rumors related to the prosperous and prosperous city, and sighed at their increasingly difficult situation.

Even though he hadn't eaten for a day, Old Victor's heart was still hot.

"How to go?"

He looked at his nephew in front of him and said anxiously: "Will anyone come to pick us up? Modo City is overseas, so it is probably not easy to go there."

The nephew shook his head gently.

His expression was solemn, and he said slowly: "No. No one will come to pick us up."

No one will pick us up.

So how do you go to Modo City located overseas?

My nephew looked at the old Victor in front of him and continued: "There are more than a few of us who are going to go. I'm afraid there are many people preparing to leave here and go to Modo City. Your Excellency Ryan is preparing for this."

"If we can get a big ship, we should be able to reach Modo."

Go to Modo!

For some reason, Old Victor's heart suddenly became hot, and he seemed to be full of hope for the future.

However, he hesitated: "Modo!..."

"Is that priest willing to accept us?"

The nephew's expression was very affirmative, and he nodded and said, "Yes. That priest will be willing to accept us. After all, he is the god who protects us!"

Modo City.

A place of prosperity and prosperity as the legend.

Old Victor didn't expect anything. If he could get to that place, he only hoped that he would have a job opportunity and rely on his own efforts to raise his grandson to grow up.

"I want to go to Modo!..."

I don’t know when it will start, but this sentence began to be repeatedly mentioned in every corner of Luoye City.
Chapter completed!