Chapter 139: Westerly Country

"It's not a witch (

The capital of Westwind, Solander.

Under the sky where the clouds are rolling, there is an endless plain, all the

way to the boundary line between the sky and the earth, it is a turquoise

green.

A big river winds in the wilderness in the shape of an S, and inside the

curved arc in the middle is a magnificent giant city. The ten-story high city

wall has an arrow tower every 100 meters.

The glare of the sun shines on the city wall in the afternoon, and the color

is as pale as the sand on the beach. The city wall that has been exposed to

the wind and sun for many years has a warm and grainy feeling to the touch. It

can occasionally be seen in the cracks of the stone bricks. To yellow-green

moss.

A small piece of dry moss can be squeezed out by fingers, which can bring out

the traces of dirt hidden in the cracks, and occasionally the wind blows up

some particles and dust on the ground of the city wall.

A few of the guards on the city wall were walking around under the scorching

sun to avoid not being able to see a person on the city wall, and being

attacked by the nobles in the city, most of them were hiding in the arrow

tower. After all, it was cooler here.

Nor can it be said that they neglected their duties, because there is a

wilderness outside the city wall, and if an enemy invades far away, it can be

found, as long as a small number of people observe on the tower.

Perhaps long ago they also came out on patrols every day, but after a long

period of peace, they slowly became lazy.

The tall city wall of Solander encircled the entire city, surrounded by water

on three sides, only the west was an open field, and the city was a huge hill

rising from the ground.

There is a circle of city walls at the bottom of the hill, the height of which

is higher than that of the outer walls, and the great nobles of the westerly

wind live in the walls.

Surrounded by various courtyards on the side of the hillside, with different

styles, there is also a city wall near the top of the hill. Inside this city

wall is the westerly palace. Snow-like white marble is built on the top of the

hill into a graceful and magnificent castle. There are colorful glazed tiles

on the high tower, and the spires of various colors dot the middle. Because of

its location, the whole city can look up to the beautiful tower.

The descendants of Roland, King of the West Wind, live in these beautiful

towers.

As the city with the largest westerly wind and an important junction of north-

south trade, Solander is home to more than 3 million people. Every day a large

number of cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks, vegetables, fruits, and grains are

transported to the city by ships on the river. People consume.

The huge gate along the river in the east opened, and countless boats began to

follow the small river in the city. The residents of the city would greet by

the river if they saw something they liked, and the vendors who rowed the boat

would dock the boat on the bank. , Bargaining with these housewives or old

people, and finally reached a deal.

Of course, this is only part of the situation, and most of the transactions in

the city are still completed in the market.

Slender wooden poles hold up colored canvases such as red, blue, and yellow to

block the afternoon sun. The wooden boxes opened under the canvas are filled

with fresh fruits, specialties from the north and the south, and some daily

necessities.

Those who come to buy in the morning are often richer families. When the

evening is approaching, the customers will pick up the leftovers, stale, and

damaged ones, and the shopkeeper will sell them at a discount. At this time,

some people with limited hands will come out. Pick up cheaply.

Although it is the same city and the same bazaar, the rich and the poor seem

to have a tacit understanding of each other and do not touch and overlap each

other.

As the night approached, the shopkeeper turned over the boxes one by one,

shaking off the deposited dust, remaining leaves, rot and crushed fruits, and

dumping the garbage into a small bucket. Then I went to the well in the market

and fetched a bucket of water and began to scrub the compartments and shelves.

After scrubbing, it can be air-dried overnight, and then new goods will be

placed tomorrow, and before the shopkeepers leave, an old carriage will come

over, dump the shopkeepers in the small buckets beside the road, and dump the

garbage. Put it into the giant bucket behind the carriage, and then transport

it elsewhere. The garbage may become fertilizer for farms outside the city, or

it may become swill for domestic pigs.

The main road in the city is about thirty meters wide. The large blue stone

bricks are laid on the ground. Each of these stone bricks is half a meter

long, and it feels cold to the touch and very hard.

With the passage of time, there are some potholes and dents on the surface of

the slate, and some yellow mud accumulates in the shallow pits, and as the

horse's hoof steps over, a trace of yellow dust is brought up.

A group of cavalry riding white horses galloping along the main road. They are

holding white banners, slung knives at their waists, and wearing scale armor

and leather robes. This armor allows the soldiers to maintain great

flexibility and is also relatively light.

This group of cavalry has superb horse skills, easily avoiding carriages and

crowds on the street along the way, maintaining a high speed. They passed

through the checkpoints and city walls, holding high the flags in their hands

and the coat of arms that revealed their shoulders. When the guarded soldiers

saw them, they quickly gave way to the white castle on the top of the hill.

Accompanied by the creak of gears rotating, the steel suspension bridge was

lowered, and the cavalry team entered the castle.

Solander, the Throne Hall.

The lord of the West Wind, who is about forty years old, wears a golden-bronze

armor and a large bright red cloak behind him. There is white fluff on the

edge of the cloak. He sits on the throne with a horizontal knife, like a

majestic lion. .

Under the throne, there is an aristocrat in purple~www.mtlnovel.com~ Most of

them are gorgeously dressed. Among them are a few generals in full armor, and

some scholars in grey clothes holding staffs. These scholars are in front of

their chests. Hanging a sophisticated pocket watch seems to be a symbol.

"Your Majesty, the messenger of the White Horse tribe is here."

"Let them in." The West Wind Lord nodded.

"Yes!"

After putting the scimitar at his waist in the guards' custody, these warriors

on the grassland walked into the hall and looked up at the king sitting on the

throne.

"See Your Majesty, here is the messenger of the White Horse clan, Darren, the

current patriarch is my father."

"Now the 50,000 warriors of the White Horse clan have gathered in accordance

with your majesty's orders and are currently resting at the lower reaches of

the river fifty miles away."

"Okay." The lord of the West Wind sighed, and then asked the attendants around

him to give a reward. It was a sharp and delicate dagger. The handle of the

dagger was inlaid with a ruby with brilliance, which was obviously a gold-

level extraordinary. Creation.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, it's just that...this reward is too heavy and I am

ashamed of it."

"What a shame, the white horse and I Xifeng are brothers of blood, we have

been married for many years, and you can be regarded as my nephew. You can

rest assured that you are under him, haha."

The lord of the West Wind laughed boldly, quite like a master, and other great

nobles also praised and agreed.

It can be said that the West Wind Country has always attached importance to

family affection and family, and tends to be partial to relatives and friends.

The great aristocrats have become accustomed to it early, and they bind

various interest groups with each other by blood. If you were born in a large

family, the upper strata of the country basically It's your relative, this is

also a beautiful scenery line in the upper westerly wind.

This kind of family and affectionate bond created the unity of Xifeng in the

early years, sharing the joys and sorrows, and treating the veterans kindly,

but it also laid the roots of the ruling. The class is solidified and

contradictions abound, which makes people sigh.