"The weather is getting colder."
Old Victor was holding a small bag as he walked slowly on the street, carefully hiding it in his pocket. There were falling maple leaves on both sides of the road, but it was no longer as beautiful as before. Luoye City was a very beautiful city, but that was only the beauty of the past. Now, Luoye City was full of holes. Even the collapsed city walls were barely repaired. The funds of the treasury had been exhausted, and the greedy nobles were unwilling to take out their own property to fill the hole. There were refugees curled up in the corners of the streets. With the shortage of supplies, the city's security became more and more unstable.
Squeak!
Old Victor slowly opened the door. It was a dilapidated house. The war had burned a corner of the roof, and now it could only barely shelter from the wind and rain.
"Jack?"
Old Vikudo called out softly, and soon, a thin and weak little boy walked out.
There was a smile on his face, and he raised the bag in his hand. Then he picked up the little boy in front of him and slowly said, "I brought some food back. Grandpa will cook something for you later."
A little boy of six or seven years old looked at the bag in Old Victor's hand, and his little face showed a longing expression.
Soon a trace of smoke rose.
When Old Victor looked at the grandson in front of him greedily drinking the bowl of oatmeal and licking the bottom of the bowl clean, his heart could not help but feel sour.
"Grandpa?"
The little boy finished the oatmeal in the bowl, looked up at Old Victor in front of him, and whispered, "Why don't you eat?"
Old Victor quietly turned his head and wiped the corners of his eyes. Then, he chuckled and said, "Grandpa has already eaten."
There was not much food left.
The City hall had stopped the relief, and it would be more difficult to get food in the future.
The war had taken away his two sons, his wife, and his brother. Now, he was left with a young grandson and a nephew who was a low-ranking officer in the city's defense. Old Victor was fifty years old this year. If he was put on a human, he might be old, but as a half-elf, he was still strong. He was not a powerful professional, just an experienced craftsman. His hard work and simple traditions allowed him to live a well-fed life in times of peace, but when war came, everything was destroyed.
Old Victor wasn't lazy. If there was a chance to work, he wouldn't mind working harder.
But in fact, he had no chance to rely on work to support himself and his grandson. The war had destroyed the order of Luoye City. As a craftsman, he could only rely on his nephew to provide some food.
The streets of Luoye City were full of refugees. They were homeless and had nowhere to go.
The orcs' invasion still harassed them from time to time. As long as the war didn't stop, all of this would continue. The flames of war had destroyed everything. Chaos was trampling on order. Barren farmlands, ruined streets, withered shops, and piles of bones were left in the wilderness. In the darkest corner of Luoye City, because of hunger, half-orcs have been included in their diet.
Old Victor was lucky.
Because he still had a nephew who could help him, he wouldn't fall into an even more miserable state.
"It can't go on like this."
Old Victor looked at his thin grandson in front of him. The sadness in his heart became more and more intense. It was very difficult to feed three people with his nephew's army food alone. But today, Luoye City didn't give him a chance to work to support himself. The war made farming only near the city. It was impossible to farm further away. The orc army would not give them a chance. But relying on the output of this land, it was impossible to maintain the population of the city. Unless the half-elves could launch a strong counterattack to recapture the land on the river bank and rearrange a line of defense that was strong enough to defend against the orcs.
But!
As far as the current situation was concerned, this was almost impossible.
Winter was coming.
Old Victor looked at his grandson's thin clothes and thin body. The worry in his heart couldn't help but become heavier because he didn't know how to survive this winter. There were many people in Luoye City who were more difficult than them. Every morning, they could see frozen bodies. This year's climate was much colder than in previous years.
Heavy footsteps sounded.
He didn't need to look to know that his nephew was back. Old Victor stood up, and a young man with an eye patch appeared outside the door.
The orcs took one of his eyes.
However, as an excellent archer, Old Victor's nephew was still a very dangerous opponent.
"Uncle."
The young man took off his weapon, glanced at the room, and whispered, "Where's Jack? Is he asleep? "
Old Victor nodded gently.
He was grateful to this nephew. If he didn't help him, he was afraid that he and his grandson's situation would be much more difficult.
"I have something to discuss with you."
The young man looked around and then walked into the room. Old Victor had some doubts in his heart, but he quickly followed.
The nephew's expression was very serious. He looked at Old Victor in front of him and said, "I want to go to Mordor."
What?
Old Victor froze for a moment.
The young man seemed to think that he didn't understand and said again, "I want to go to Mordor. Luoye City is already difficult to support. If you agree, I'm going to take you to Mordor. "
Mordor.
Old Victor's eyes suddenly glowed again. For a long time, Mordor City had a very special meaning for the people of Luoye City. They missed a precious opportunity. Now they could only listen to the rumors about the prosperous city and sigh about their increasingly difficult situation.
Even though he hadn't eaten for a day, Old Victor's heart was still burning.
"How do we go?"
He looked at his nephew in front of him and said a little eagerly, "Will anyone come to pick us up? Mordor City is overseas. I'm afraid it's not easy to get there. "
The nephew shook his head gently.
His expression was dignified, and he slowly said, "No. No one will come to pick us up. "
No one will come to pick us up.
Then how do we go to Mordor City?
The nephew looked at Old Victor in front of him and continued, "There are more than a few people who want to go. I'm afraid there are many people who are ready to leave here for Mordor. Lord Ryan is preparing for this. "
"If we can get a big ship, we should be able to reach Mordor."
Go to Mordor!
For some reason, Old Victor's heart suddenly became hot, and he seemed to be full of hope for the future.
However, he still hesitated, "Mordor! … "
"Is that lord still willing to accept us?"
The nephew's expression was very certain, and he nodded and said, "Yes. That lord will be willing to accept us. After all, he is a benevolent God! … Protect our master! … "
Mordor City.
It was the most prosperous and rich place overseas.
Old Victor didn't ask for anything. If he could reach that place, he only hoped that he could have a chance to work and raise his grandson with his own efforts.
"I want to go to Mordor! … "
He didn't know when it started, but this sentence began to be repeated in every corner of Luoye City.
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