Food Poems

Chapter 48: Lies Made of Truth
The scabbard was designed with a buckle for easy holding of the sword. Ye Zhi unfastened the leather buckle, and a row of prompts appeared next to the snow-white sword.

"Highland Broadsword: Excellent quality. A straight sword with a heavy weight. Often held with both hands. A strong person can wield it with one hand. Enchantment: Shield Breaker. Causes extra damage to shield-wielding and lightly armored units."

Quality represents rarity.

This greatsword is rarer than the Ring of Malice and the Sword of Spirit Shield.

As expected of the leader of the Wolf Cavalry, he voluntarily gave me excellent weapons.

Yeats smiled.

Fokasse, the master hasn't forgotten the local specialties he promised to bring you.

Equipped with this greatsword, you will be the most capable knight in the village!

"This is the standard greatsword of the Golden Lion. Blacksmiths in the North generally do not forge this type of sword." Hildreth identified it with an experienced eye. "The Highland Infantry Regiment of the Golden Lion often uses this greatsword to fight against cavalry. It is a heavy sword designed for chopping and slashing."

Gray pulled up the strap of the scabbard and put the sword on her back. She asked curiously, "So, this sword was also snatched from a Golden Lion soldier by that orc?"

"It's very likely." Hilde nodded, agreeing with this speculation.

Gray snorted and laughed: "Ye Zhi is a Golden Lion, so now the property has been returned to its original owner!"

As the two men talked, the caravan fell into an eerie silence. The guards looked at the noble young master who was looking down at the spoils with puzzled expressions.

"Did you hear what he just said?"

"He claimed to be the messenger of the Winter Goddess and drove the Frostwolf tribe away!"

The gratitude for surviving the disaster, coupled with the awe of God's messenger, caused the guards' eyes to change when they looked at Ye Zhi.

The veterans of the Iron Oath Guard were also quite satisfied with Ye Zhi's performance. One of the orcs grinned and said:

"This baron is really brave. He dares to snatch things from the orcs."

"Too greedy, it suits my taste!"

Amid the laughter, the Argonian herald remained silent. She had witnessed Ye Zhi's performance in the Temple of Darkness and vowed not to disclose it.

The Frostwolf Tribe, a nomadic tribe famous in the North for its wolf cavalry, is certainly a formidable force, but it is clear that this baron is even more frightening!

Not only was no cargo lost, Ye Zhi even got a sword back from the barbarian... Lena was both impressed and grateful.

She already had a very high opinion of both Hilde and Yeats, and now she values ​​them even more.

The Frostwolf tribe blocked the road aggressively, and then left in disgrace.

The caravan set off again.

Although Yeats did not ask, Hildreth took the initiative to talk to Yeats and chatted about topics related to the throne.

"Under the rule of King 'Ironbone' Harrag, there has not been a major war in the North for twenty years, which is unbearable for the naturally warlike people of the North. Therefore, some tribes try every means to cause trouble, and supporting claimants to the throne is the best reason to start a war." said Hilde.

"More than 20 years ago, it was the time when the Golden Lion King crossed the Absolute Ridge Mountains and launched a surprise attack on the northern border, right?" Ye Zhi said.

Hild nodded: "Since then, King Harrag has been seriously injured and dared not attack the Golden Lion. However, after all, twenty years have passed, and the forces of various tribes are ready to make a move."

Ye Zhi: "So, the Frostwolf Cavalry just now wanted to join you and follow you, the descendant of the Red-haired King, to start an uprising?"

Hildesh stared at Yeats and saw that his eyes were deep, as if he had seen through everything.

The red-haired general was silent for a long while, then he sighed softly, lowered his shoulders as if he had let down his guard, and said, "My ancestor was indeed the Red-haired King, but I returned to the North this time not for the throne, but for the request of a friend."

"What request?"

Yeats knew that Hildreth once knew a warrior with superb swordsmanship and invited him to be his adjutant so that he could improve his swordsmanship under his guidance.

Later, the fencing instructor fell in love with the earl's daughter, which led to a tragedy.

Hildreda agreed to send her mentor's ashes back to her hometown and lead her confidants to leave the Divine Court Empire. This was the cause and effect of her return to the North.

The autumn wind blew through the orange-red maple forest, and a yellow leaf fell, landing on Hildre's outstretched palm. She looked up at the maple tree with fallen leaves and whispered:
"My friend did not die on the battlefield. According to the beliefs of the people of the North, he cannot enter the warriors' kingdom of God... But sending his ashes back to his hometown can at least allow his soul to rest in peace."

There was a fleeting loneliness in her expression.

Ye Zhi did not ask any more questions, but said, "If you and your troops have nowhere to go after leaving the North, you can go to Morning Frost Ridge."

Hild took off his helmet, his long fiery red hair fluttering in the wind, and his light golden eyes stared at Ye Zhi, as if he wanted to judge with his own eyes whether he was lying.

Yeats stated the facts in a calm tone:

"If you stay in the North, all the kings will be your enemies. If you stay in the Golden Lion, all the lords will regard you as a foreigner. And you are a traitor to the Empire and you must be executed according to military orders."

The corner of Hildre's mouth curled up in contempt, and deep in his eyes was a lion-like fighting spirit.

But as Yeats said, when she thought of her own situation, a trace of confusion involuntarily appeared on her face.

Odysseus in the epic masterpiece "The Odyssey" is a legendary extraordinary person, but the only thing a hero of such a strong level wants to do is to sail back to his hometown and reunite with his wife and family.

Heroes? Where do heroes go?

"Morning Frost Ridge is different."

Yeats suddenly changed the subject and outlined a blueprint for Hilde.

"My territory has the Jueling Mountains in the north as a sky shield, and the Great Wall in the south as an iron wall. Although the land is barren and sparsely populated, it is full of talented people. Even a small area of ​​three feet can make a great contribution for generations. Even the cavalry of the Roland people and the Imperial Guards cannot conquer this place. We can fully accept you and the Iron Oath Guards!"

Yeats's impassioned speech left Hillary stunned.

What he said seemed to be correct at first glance, but upon closer analysis, it was completely different?

Hildes was speechless for a moment and wanted to find fault, but she felt that there was nothing wrong with what Yeats said.

Yeats thought to himself.

There is indeed the Jueling Mountains to the north of Morning Frost Ridge, but the constant cold waves should be called a natural disaster.

The southern part is indeed a border wall, but Morning Frost Ridge is outside the wall.

It is nonsense that Roland's Iron Cavalry and the Imperial Royal Guards cannot conquer Morning Frost Ridge. They simply don't care about such a piece of broken land.

This is called using complete truth to piece together a lie!
"You can consider my invitation." Ye Zhi said calmly, "A lord like me who is willing to accept you will never have the chance again."

There are quite a few lords who want to hire the Iron Oath Guards. Yezhi said this on purpose. Although Hilde understood that this was Yezhi's rhetoric, she did feel a little shaken in her heart.

Pledge allegiance to the Lord of Morningfrost Ridge...?
This is a clear path forward.

Hildrede took a deep breath and nodded, "I'll consider it."

As the two talked, Gray kept listening with her ears perked up.

Hearing Hildreth's last words, Gray's eyes widened in shock.

Did Yeats really succeed in fooling him?
Morning Frost Ridge, there is a real chance to recruit the Valkyrie and her guards!
"If Her Excellency Hilde is loyal to Yeats, then she should be considered the commander? She won't take away my job as a guard?"

Gray thought again: "No, maybe Yeats will fire me one day!"

The competitive pressure suddenly came up.

"The Great Elder said that I can absorb the soul of the ancient dragon to strengthen my own tree of life. This is a power unique to me as a dragon descendant."

Gray rode on the horse, carrying the scabbard of the greatsword, and thought to herself:

"Let's see if there is a chance to absorb the dragon soul of a white dragon this time!"

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After a heart-to-heart talk, Hildreth revealed her life story, and Yeats felt that the distance between him and her had been shortened.

According to the plot, Hildreth was assassinated while burying the ashes of her comrades at sea. The Argonian herald blocked the knife for her, sought treatment in vain, and died of poisoning.

Ye Zhi thought that this was also a good opportunity to recruit Hildreth. If he could save the Asian dragons, the Valkyrie's favorability would increase immediately!
As I was thinking, a vast icy lake appeared before my eyes, with a city standing on the lakeside.

The caravan members all breathed a sigh of relief. The wolf girl Lena couldn't hide her smile, and her wolf ears trembled slightly.

"We're finally here at Winter Lake City!"

(End of this chapter)