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"Let's go here."

Amelia took Erica to a spacious wooden house and handed her the key.

"Keep it safe. There is only one key. It's troublesome to make a copy."

Erica took the key and said "Thank you."

Amelia waved her hand and turned to leave.

After opening the door, Erica entered a very warm house.

The furniture in the house was very simple, with only two chairs, a long table, and a bed.

A red fire was burning in the fireplace.

Several animal skins were hung on the wall, and the dim light made people feel sleepy.

Erica was no exception.

But she didn't forget to take a hot bath.

About half an hour later, Erica left the bathroom.

The clothes on her body were dried by magic, and there were only a few drops of water on her long golden hair.

Feeling the sleepiness coming, she collapsed on the chair covered with animal skins.

Looking at the burning fireplace, there seemed to be a red flame flowing in her eyes.

The room was warm, but Erica was a little disappointed.

In a trance, Erica fell into memories.

She recalled the long journey in the past few days, and recalled the northern border with wind and snow.

I don’t know how my family is now.

In my mind, memories flashed slightly.

She thought of Professor Victor.

I remembered the horrible scene that day when Professor Victor attacked me with all his strength.

Everything was burned, and the sky was colorless.

She curled up unconsciously.

That terrifying sense of oppression always made her tremble every time she thought of it.

Victor still had a great influence on her, so much so that she didn’t know which direction to work hard in.

It seemed that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t catch up with him. The gap was like a natural chasm.

As she gradually recalled, fatigue finally covered Erica’s body with sleepiness.

She should have slept in the bed...

But the temperature of the stove is very warm, so it doesn't matter if she just lies here and takes a nap.

Suddenly, the wind outside the window blew a little harder.

It seemed that something was stuck to the window, making a sound of sticking to the window.

Erica was a little strange, and the sound made her come back to her senses, and she looked at the window unconsciously.

It was a piece of paper, but it was not very clear in the dim firelight.

There was no popular magic light bulb in the northern border, so she could only stand up and walk forward.

She constructed a flame magic in her hand, which lit up slightly and shone on the window.

This time, she saw it clearly.

It was a wanted poster.

The portrait on the wanted poster made her feel very familiar.

She didn't dare to believe that it was the person she was thinking of.

Maybe they just looked too similar.

How could Professor Victor appear in the northern border?

Even if he appeared here, why was he wanted for a crime?

This is irrational.

But the more Erica thought about it, the more flustered she felt.

Finally, she glanced down and her eyes widened.

Her lips moved slightly, and she whispered the name written on it.

"Victor Cravener."

...

Time passed quickly. Counting the days, Erica has been here for three days.

She gradually adapted to life here.

On the snowy plain, she started training early.

Dozens of wizards around her were also doing the same exercises.

They were not only here to protect Erica, but also sent by Duke Levi for special training.

Mountain climbing, snow cross-country with weights...

All kinds of physical training came to Erica all at once.

At the beginning, Erica was not very adaptable to such high-intensity training.

But after only three short days, she has become more and more proficient.

Vladimir stood by with his arms folded, supervising,

nodding with satisfaction from time to time.

"General."

Hearing Dick's voice, Vladimir turned around.

"Those bastards, have shown up at the border again?"

The bastards he was talking about were naturally the disgusting barbarians.

However, Dick just scratched his head and said.

"Contrary to what you think, General, the barbarians haven't shown up for a long time in these days."

"For some reason, they have begun to behave themselves."

Vladimir was a little confused, and he gave Dick a look, and the two hurried to the post station of the Magic Association.

The action was very secretive, and no one else noticed their departure.

"What's going on?"

Vladimir got on his horse and asked:

After fighting with the barbarians for so many years, the old man also understood that these barbarians could not be idle.

Among this group of barbarians, there is naturallyThere are some very strong opponents.

They have a special profession, the kind that seems to be born to fight, and the people in the North call them - Berserkers.

Unlike ordinary warriors, those Berserkers never seem to be afraid of pain. They are very crazy and irrational when fighting, and they are very sensitive to blood. Blood is like a source of power for them.

Even Vladimir feels a little headache when encountering barbarian warriors of that level.

This is why the barbarians have been arrogant in the North for so long, but the Pale Mage Association still hasn't beaten them out.

Even if they want to fight out and push the living space of these barbarians back a hundred miles, they have to see if these mages have the ability to fight against the Berserkers.

Mages have melee abilities that are not inferior to ordinary mages, but they are not as strong as knights.

And that group of northern knights?

Oh, their hearts are not with the Pale Mage Association.

The severe cold in the north is the most suitable space for these Berserkers to play.

Vladimir was thinking on horseback, facing the wind and snow, but his mind was full of doubts.

Could it be that these barbarians were planning to gather together and take advantage of the chaos of the northern knights to make a big move?

However, Dick quickly refuted his idea.

"According to the news from the spies who went deep into the north, the barbarian tribes nearly a hundred miles away from the border were almost all burned down."

"Whether it is the [Flame Sword] or the [Ice Claw], the branch tribes of these two tribes stationed on the border have basically been demolished."

Ice Claw, it is one of the two major clans with the same reputation as the Flame Sword.

There are countless small tribes in the Far North, but only the Flame Sword and the Ice Claw have formed a huge circle of influence.

Like the Flame Sword, the Ice Claw also believes in a demigod giant.

They also obtained divine power from the demigod giant, which made them not afraid of the severe cold and gained the power of frost.

However, these two powerful clans suffered heavy casualties almost overnight.

"No one survived wherever they went, and only countless charred corpses could be seen."

Dick said as he recalled the shock he had felt for a long time.

Even those barbarians who were distributed, because they had to be stationed near the border, the ones selected were definitely warriors among the barbarians.

In terms of comprehensive strength, they were definitely not weak.

These barbarians even had the means to contact each other, which made it impossible for the Pale Mage Society to deal with those barbarians stationed at the border.

Once they went to attack, if they did not quickly swallow up these barbarians.

Then, soon, the surrounding tribes would immediately support them.

But in the news report from the spies.

These tribes were destroyed one after another.

They didn't even have time to contact the surrounding tribes, as if it happened in an instant.

The barbarians didn't even have time to resist, and the flames still burned fiercely on their distinctive buildings.

Until now, it is still burning.

The violent snowstorm could not put it out at all.

Those poor barbarians seemed to have no time to communicate and were wiped out by the natural disaster.

Dick had never seen such a terrible destructive power, not to mention that he only heard about it from the spies.

Vladimir thought thoughtfully.

Could it be caused by the natural disaster?

Perhaps not.

He asked Dick beside him as if he had thought of something.

"Have those knights found Victor?"

Dick shook his head.

"They have no news, as if Victor has left the North."

Suddenly, he seemed to come to his senses.

"You mean..."

Vladimir patted Dick on the shoulder and took out a cigar from his arms.

Then he took out two flints from his pocket, collided with each other, and a small spark suddenly appeared.

The cigar was just lit, and the red stars flickered with Vladimir's breathing.

The lit cigar turned a few times in the old man's hand and put it back in his mouth.

"Tell the guys down there to get ready."

"Get ready for what?"

Before Dick could react, he heard Vladimir continue:

"Get ready to fight those barbarians."

In an instant, his words seemed full of domineering and unquestionable.

It was like a frozen lion suddenly opened its eyes, making people feel extremely fearful and majestic.

In a trance, Dick seemed to see the young general of the Northern Territory who galloped on the battlefield.

"And,"

Vladimir took a deep breath of cigarOuch, the feeling of the smoke passing through his lungs made Dick feel suffocated.

He blew out a smoke ring and laughed loudly.

"We have to take this kid back."

...

Victor walked out of a hide village coldly.

He held a ball of fire in his hand. The moment Victor left, the fire seemed to have consciousness and jumped onto the village.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the village behind him fell into a sea of ​​fire.

The flames burned continuously, as if they were going to completely engulf the entire village.

And in the giant lava hand behind Victor, there was a basket made of vines.

There seemed to be seven or eight barbarians in it, red-haired and blue-haired, male and female, all kinds of people.

But without exception, their clothes were burnt to ashes, but there was no trace of burns on their bodies.

The limbs seemed to be broken and thrown into the basket in an extremely uncoordinated posture. The skin seemed to be rubbed over and over again by a sharp weapon, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

Even the barbarians would vomit a lot when seeing the scene in front of them.

Victor's face was cold, and he continued to carry the basket and walked deep into the north.

Vega yawned on Victor's shoulder.

"How long will it take us to get there?"

"Soon."

After saying this, Victor continued to walk north.

At first, Vega was still curious.

Although he couldn't use teleportation magic, why didn't Victor use magic to fly or accelerate to get to the location quickly.

And based on the experience of the past few days, Vega understood what he was doing.

He walked slowly in the snowfield, like an ascetic experiencing a long walking experience.

However, whenever he entered any barbarian tribe, he would only take one action.

That is.

Destroy!

Wherever he went, the angry screams of the barbarians would spread across the snowfield.

From pleading to constant anger, they died with a frustrated mood.

But Victor didn't care about the emotions of these barbarians at all.

No matter how many of them he killed, Victor wouldn't blink an eye.

Victor's reputation seemed to have spread throughout the snowfield.

A killing god was killing people in the far north.

So when Victor passed by many villages, those tribes were empty.

Some tribes didn't even take the food they depended on for survival and moved to other places.

The barbarian village that Victor just left was the first tribe he encountered with barbarians today.

Perhaps it was because they hadn't received the news yet, and they were intercepted by Victor in advance.

In short, the barbarians have consciously been wary of the rumored humans.

Even when eating raw meat, they have to hold weapons.

Victor continued to move forward silently in the heavy snow.

This fierce snowstorm seemed to swallow up Victor, a frail man.

He continued to move forward, and the snowstorm gradually began to dance wildly, even making it difficult to tell the direction.

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know which hilltop he reached.

Victor's pace slowed down a bit.

A ray of skylight suddenly passed through the snowstorm and appeared in his eyes.

The snowstorm in front of him became sparse, as if it was divided into two worlds.

Victor walked to a cliff.

"We're here."

He stood there, looking at the extremely empty land in front of him, and said lightly.

In front of him, there was an endless and surging ice ocean, which was extremely ethereal.

The azure ocean and the ice-blue mountains merged together, making people feel quiet and at ease.

There were tiny ice crystals scattered on the snowfield, which looked extremely mysterious under the dark green aurora.

The light was reflected by the crystals, forming a gorgeous picture.

"This is the Arctic Ice Field."