Leaving the vassals on the wall, Arthur went back to the camp first.

    "Thorne, take off my armor and find me some thick clothes." as soon as he entered the stone house, Arthur turned his back to Thorne and raised his arms.

    The cold wind on the wall was biting, and the armor leaked everywhere. It hurt like a needle in the lung when I breathe.

    "Yes, sir." Thorne hurried forward.

    Since he came to the fortress, Thorne has been terrified. Especially when Warcraft attacked the fortress, he was nervous for fear of Arthur''s sudden impulse and doing anything dangerous.

    As Arthur''s bodyguard, he really hoped that Arthur would never go up the wall to resist Warcraft. Just leave it to bank and Grice.

    Your honor, you are too young.

    Taking off his heavy armor, Arthur put on a black wool coat, moleskin gloves, and a thick black cloak.

    After changing his equipment, Arthur waved back Thorne and leaned alone at the head of the bed.

    The moment he accepted the ghost faced eagle, he had a magical connection with the ghost faced eagle, as if he could communicate with his heart.

    Although he doesn''t understand bird language, he can clearly feel the emotions and thoughts of the ghost faced eagle, and can give orders to each other.

    This situation was something Arthur had never expected.

    At first, he was not ready to defend the fortress, especially after seeing the hundreds of serf soldiers, he didn''t want to fight to the end.

    His idea is that after the robbery of the ghost faced eagle, he will immediately send someone to transfer the population in the territory. The fortress can abide by the rules. If it can''t be guarded, he will withdraw immediately and never support it.

    If you keep the green mountains, you won''t be afraid of no firewood.

    Maybe the Warcraft went to the river and couldn''t find food. It ran directly to the south to wreak havoc!

    But the sudden variable of accepting the ghost faced Eagle changed Arthur''s mind.

    When Arthur came out of the stone house again, the serfs had all withdrawn from the wall. At the moment, they were in groups of three or five, surrounded by the fire and doing nothing.

    There is fog over the canyon all year round, and it is difficult for the sun to fall to the bottom of the valley. Therefore, even during the day, the canyon is a dark scene. In addition, the weather is cold and the air is humid. It is difficult for people to have a good mood in such an environment.

    Looking at the tents opposite, Arthur felt that they were like black mushrooms growing in a dark corner, while the serfs on one side were like lost souls, staring at the fire with expressionless faces and dull faces.

    Dozens of fires and hundreds of serfs were all the same. Arthur couldn''t help frowning at the scene.

    This is not an army at all.

    Escorted by Thorne and the bodyguard, Arthur raised his feet and walked to a fire opposite.

    The approach of several people soon alerted the three serfs who were baking. They got up one after another and bowed to Arthur.

    Looking at the young people, Arthur smiled and said, "it''s too cold in the canyon. Do you mind if I borrow your fire?"

    "No... I don''t mind." several people quickly responded obediently.

    "Sir, you can make a fire in the house. If you don''t feel warm enough..."

    "Shut up."

    Interrupting the blind Thorne, Arthur stepped over to the fire and sat down directly on a stone.

    Seeing this, the three turned and were about to leave, but Arthur stopped them. Finally, under Arthur''s command, the three sat down uneasily.

    Sitting with the Lord, the three were very nervous. They bowed their heads, rubbed their legs, squeezed their hands, and even trembled.

    "You..."

    Arthur wanted to learn from the news and ask several people whether they ate well and slept well. But looking at the thin physique and rags of the three people, he felt that he should not ask such childish questions.

    After thinking about it, Arthur asked, "what are your names?"

    "Big... My Lord, my name is Bree."

    "My name is Parker."

    "Back, back, Lord. My name is Gru."

    The three answered one after another, very nervous.

    ......

    Slowly, Arthur chatted with several people and asked them all kinds of things in their lives.

    When the three saw Arthur''s easygoing look, they didn''t seem to want them to do anything terrible. Their originally tense nerves relaxed slowly.

    Thorne stood behind Arthur. Although he felt that this scene was strange and did not accord with the status of nobility, he did not give a voice to advise.

    Adults are just interested in the boring life of these serfs and want to hear stories, as long as they don''t go up the wall. Thorne thought.

    ......

    "Hahaha ~" after a while, looking at Bree opposite, Arthur suddenly laughed.

    Seeing the Lord happy, Parker shouted to the shy Bree, "Bree, you are really a coward, but it''s no use regretting now. You can only pray for yourself and maybe you can go back alive!"

    "Little Bree, what a pity. They are all adults, but they haven''t even touched a woman''s hand." Gru joked.

    Bree just turned 16 two months ago. He was waiting for a few months to get his share of the land.

    He had planned to wait until he had his own land and worked hard for several years. After saving some money, he repaired the house and married lily, the youngest daughter of the old York family.

    Originally, everything was full of expectations, but he never thought that he would be called up to fight Warcraft.

    The horror of Warcraft is much more terrible than what adults said when they were young and what he imagined!

    A few days ago, he saw Warcraft smash a person''s head, right beside him, blood splashing on his face. Until now, he can still feel the temperature of blood on his face.

    He was afraid, afraid to hear the horn, afraid to die here, afraid to never see Lily again.

    Listening to the laughter of these guys, Bree blushed. Lord, just laugh. Why do you guys laugh at me.

    Holding his fist, Bree stretched out his neck and shouted, "Parker, you guy, you don''t have a wife! And you, Gru, you like Lanny! You''re going to take her when you have a house! Don''t you want to go back alive and see her again..."

    Bree''s voice slowly weakened, and several people near the fire were silent.

    "Lord Arthur..." looking at Arthur, Bree asked painfully, "can we... Go back?"

    "Yes, I can!"

    Arthur said seriously, "not just you, everyone will go back alive! Many changes will take place in the territory in the future. As long as you work hard, you will never suffer from hunger and cold again. You will also build warehouses at home to store excess food."

    "Really... Really! Lord, is what you said true?" imagine the future described by Arthur, and Gru looked hopeful.

    "I promise you!"

    At this time, many serfs around gathered around and looked at Arthur by the fire.

    "Sir, we''d better get out of here. There are still many important things for you to deal with." Thorne quickly made an excuse when he saw Arthur promise some impossible promises.

    "Thorne, is there a lot of food in the castle?"

    "Yes, sir, there are a lot of in the castle... Sir Arthur! You don''t want to..." Thorne was stunned, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

    Arthur said directly, "send someone back to the castle to send orders, and ask steward Benjie to send someone to transport all the grain stored in the castle to the fortress, and let them transport some meat."

    "My Lord, it can''t be transported!"

    Thorne stepped forward and stood beside Arthur. "The grain in the castle is prepared for war. Don''t transport it, Lord Arthur!"

    "War, now is war."

    "Different, Lord Arthur..."

    "What''s the difference!"

    After interrupting the excited Thorne, Arthur ordered again: "send someone back to the castle immediately. Tomorrow I''ll fill everyone in the fortress!"

    "Yes..."

    With excited eyes, Thorne gave orders to the bodyguard with a smelly face.

    He thought that as long as Arthur was not allowed to go up the wall, nothing could happen, but he never thought that such a situation had happened!

    This winter, without the reinforcements of those two families, the fortress is likely to be unable to defend, and the food in the castle is the guarantee for them to defend the city for the winter after they retreat. Without food, they will starve to death in the castle even if they are not bitten by Warcraft.

    Thorne regretted that if he had known this would happen, he would have stopped Arthur from chatting with the serfs at the beginning.

    Winter is not a good time to pity serfs!