Shaman from Afar

Red Sun West.

Under the majestic spiral peak, the team flying the iron crown flag finally reached the foot of the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain.

Loren riding on the war horse looked at the thick snow under his feet-just before the camp snow was only a thin layer, and now it was almost to the position of the calf, and the whistling cold wind was getting more and more biting.

This has just passed in the past few days, and it can no longer be described as "too fast to come in winter". It is more like falling into the ice cave directly!

"Is it curious to see such deep snow for the first time?"

A not-so-friendly voice came, and the middle-aged knight riding on the warhorse slowly spoke, and there seemed to be some contempt in his words.

The corner of the dark-haired wizard couldn't help but smoke.

Brandon, who should have been riding with this middle-aged knight, had always claimed to be cold and hid in the carriage after the unexpected "welcome ceremony", except for occasional ventilation Never left his own car.

Of course, the real reason is well known. This middle-aged knight who was responsible for the response was also very interesting, and he did not force his prince to go with him.

So, a wizard advisor, as "His Royal Highness", had to replace Brandon and the middle-aged knight with a roaring snowstorm and ride horses in front of the team ...

"I used to stay in the deep forest castle of Lotel and experienced a rare winter." Of course Loren understood what the other person said and shrugged his shoulders:

"So you don't need to tell me what the north is like, I know everything."

"That's because you haven't seen the real north," the middle-aged knight said coldly: "The real winter will have to wait another month, and even if you hide in the castle and try hard to fill the fireplace with firewood, It just keeps you from freezing. "

"Compared to the Boundary Mountain, Lotel's winter is like playing in a house!"

"I look forward to it." Loren's face smirked in formula:

"If it's really what you said."

The middle-aged knight didn't seem to hear the irony in his tone, or he didn't even care. He stared calmly at the dark-haired wizard: "I saw it, what you did when you were in the camp-a wizard consultant like you can fight, really the first one I know!"

"It can be said that if it weren't for you, then the legionary infantry of less than one flag regiment could not bear nearly twice the number of icefield werewolves-even if it can really stand up to the dragon, it should be fatal."

"It is true that the casualties are heavy-most of the Hundreds are gone, and the captain of the guard has been bitten off his head!"

"But without you, there are at most half of the 100-man team left."

"So, can I think you admit it?" Loren sneered and squinted at the middle-aged knight: "When we were fighting with the group of monsters, you and your" loyal and strong "fortress soldiers Are we going to watch the drama not far away? "

"Ernst Dresis, deputy commander of the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain, and concurrently the captain of Cavalry of His Royal Highness Connold." The middle-aged knight took the initiative to extend his right hand with iron gloves.

"His Highness Brandon's Wizard Advisor, just call me Loren!" The dark-haired wizard shook his hand unsmilingly and did not intend to have any deep friendship with the deputy commander-in-chief.

"Sir Loren, I respect you because of your strength; in the Boundary Mountain, we will always be short of people who can hold swords." The middle-aged knight Ernst silently gave him a meaningful look:

"But you also have to understand that no one likes the prince you serve in the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain-on the contrary, it is the most that he is eager to die!"

Loren frowned slightly, as if the other party had something to say.

Is this persuading me to act cautiously?

The next second, Ernst turned back with a cold face, his stiff expression as if he had never talked to him.

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As the suspension bridge was laid down on the city wall, the long-distance convoy crossed the towering first city wall, followed by the densely guarded tower, the wooden fortress, the piles of sharpened wooden posts, the trenches several feet deep, and the rows of rows Reject the horse pile, hoisted from a wire rope, can only accommodate a carriage into the fortress through the cast iron gate.

"I'm going to leave for a while now to report to Prince Connold about His Highness Brandon and the fact that the ice werewolves have been eliminated."

Ernst Dresis said in a deep voice, and gave a meaningful glance to the dark-haired wizard: "Please also Your Highness Brandon, please wait a moment, we will see you later, Lord Loren!"

After all, the cavalry who escorted the team followed the middle-aged knight to the inner city of the fortress. Loren who stayed at the gate turned over and dismounted, silently observing the surroundings.

A barracks more spectacular than it seems, a huge war machine, this is Loren's first impression when stepping into the gate.

Or walking patrols back and forth in the passageway and city walls, or legionary soldiers standing guard at the stronghold;

The **** officer, standing behind a pile of wooden boxes outside the warehouse gate to count the logistics officials who keep accounts;

Quickly moving back and forth, busy auxiliary soldiers back and forth between the weapon rack, the munitions warehouse and the stable;

On their faces, what Loren could not see was only indifference, except for the shouts of command, he could not hear any voice at all, and everyone was busy with the work at hand.

Looking to the left from the gate of the entrance, there is a training ground enclosed by a fence. In such a severe winter season, those sweating legions of soldiers actually fight one-on-one with naked upper body.

That's right, although they are using training weapons, the strength and greasy expression of the starting hand are completely fighting the dead!

The black-haired wizard saw a soldier who was knocked to the ground and his shield was shattered and beaten on the ground. He could only fight with a sword; on the other side, a guy who accidentally "out of the circle" was a veteran instructor. A rattan fell to the ground!

And the common feature of them and others is still "not talking"-even if they are beaten to the blood and flesh, and they hurt to the ground and twitch and coma, they can't hear any sound.

It is like a machine made of gears made of steel. It executes every command in an orderly manner, and it does not need to say too much to execute the command.

The northern ... gate?

The muttered dark-haired wizard glanced over the people and things around him, as if he wanted to see some deeper meaning from these superficial things.

A sentence from Ernst Dresis, who just left, made Loren quite concerned. He said "Prince Connold" instead of "His Royal Highness". Of course, this is just a different wording for the title, but the problem of reaction Also worthy of attention.

"Prince Sackland" is an additional title of the imperial crown prince, allowing him to qualify alongside the rest of the principality of the Principality; but the tone of listening to him is not like a "virtual title", as if Connord is like other dukes and Like their principality, they are true lords of this fortress.

I am afraid that the power of His Royal Highness is far stronger than what Brandon described ...

"What are you doing? Let go!"

The cry of the little wizard suddenly came, and the dark-haired wizard suddenly turned back-not far from the gate, Brandon's guards had actually built a shield wall, and faced the soldiers patrolling the nearby fortress!

After walking past, the picture in front of him made him very surprised.

Isaac clenched his fists and a thin, thin soldier who fell to the ground, glaring at each other; Ain, who was standing in front of him, held a falcon bow, and pointed his bow at another ugly old soldier.

Behind the two sides are legionnaires wearing the same armor and using the same weapon, facelessly facing each other at a few steps away ~ www.readwn.com ~ Sorry, sorry, I am Brandon. De Salion, this is the Isaac Grantham and Ain Rand Wizard who came with me ... and ... who can tell me what happened? "

Brandon, who had been hiding in the car for "medication", had no idea when he appeared behind Loren and asked with a sunny smile.

Seeing that the veteran of the prince was more ugly, he stiffly bowed slightly: "His Highness Brandon, you, the wizard, just intended to **** West from the soldiers under my hands. Ready to grab it, and ... "

He pointed to the small wizard: "This Lord Ain is ready to commit murder in the barracks!"

"He lied, that ring is not his thing!" Isaac's eyes widened, excited like a hungry beast.

"This is what I have!" The soldier who fell to the ground looked blue. "I picked it up from the deserter and bought it according to military regulations ..."

"Your grandma said it again-? !!!!!!"