She Is Not a Witch

Northern Territory, Cold Leaf Territory.

The world is full of snow and frost. This scene has lasted for nearly three years. Everything has withered, and it is difficult to see traces of animal activities even in the mountains and forests.

On the frozen lake, several locals, wearing thick winter clothes and covered in snow, are using hoes and picks to beat the ice and dig out big holes.

Coming out in such cold weather is also because there are frozen fish at the bottom of this lake, which can be used as a scarce food source today.

They have been working like this for several days, but the harvest is always not enough. There are too many people in the villages and towns that need to be fed. Some old people can't survive the long winter and died silently one night.

"Phew, I can't dig anymore." A villager slumped on the ground exhaustedly, and his voice seemed to be relatively young, probably in his twenties.

"You can't do it, Barron, haha." Although the conditions are difficult now, the uncle on the side still laughed. .

"When I was young, I experienced a worse situation than now. At that time, migrating winter wolves came to the territory. I fled into the mountains and almost got lost and died inside."

"When you are extremely hungry, you will even eat grass roots and bark. How can you care so much?"

"Although there is a shortage of food now, at least there are still fish, and we can persist."

"Eating grass roots and bark, can you really survive?" The young man was a little unbelievable, and then looked at the big fish dug out of the ice pit.

"It's becoming more and more difficult to dig fish. The shallow ones are almost dug by the people nearby. If you go further down, it will be full of mud." His voice was worried and lost.

"When will such a day be the end?" With his hands on the frozen lake, he looked up at the faint sun, while the icy wind was still blowing around him.

Hearing him call out like this, the few people who were working on the side were also affected by their depressed mood, and slowly stopped, sitting aside to rest.

Yes, when will such a situation be the first? Is it really necessary to freeze to death and starve to death on this land?

"If, if the south is really as warm as everyone says, why don't we go there." One of them murmured.

"Don't think about it, people's places are also owned by others. If we run over, I'm afraid it's almost like starting a war." The uncle stopped this dangerous topic.

"Heh, people are going to die, how can I care so much."

"If the empire can't solve the problem in the north, then we have to solve it ourselves."

The young man clenched his fingers into a fist and smashed towards the ice beside him.

"Isn't it the southern border? It wasn't brought down by our ancestors. When we conquered the country of Oz, we, the survivors of the Isle of Eternal Darkness, were at the forefront, but when the reward was awarded, we gave them the fertile and fertile southern border." The royal family's own people, and we can only end up with this poor and barren place in the North."

The northern nobles headed by the Trey family are basically the survivors of the Eternal Darkness Island, that is, the descendants of the former Mercury Dynasty. The most daring and most disciplined army, at the forefront of the army, fought fiercely with the army of Oz.

The iron-gray flag, the never-falling wisteria and crescent moon, and the warriors who look at death as home represent the will and inheritance of the Mercury Dynasty. It was also under these gray armies that looked like undead that the ground troops of Oz were defeated step by step. In the end, the great witch of the country of Oz was also crucified on the city gate by the knights of the Trey family.

"Don't talk about the past." The uncle waved his hands slowly.

"We are outsiders after all, and the upper echelon of the empire was full of distrust and wariness towards us at that time, that is because our ancestors' fief was in the northern border, and the blood of the Trey family withered in large numbers during the battle, and almost became extinct. The empire is gradually reassuring."

"The northern border cannot be said to be very good, but at least in the past few hundred years, everyone has gradually gotten used to such a stable life."

What he said was not unreasonable, and the others didn't know how to refute for a moment. There was a brief silence between them, and the uncle took out the little tobacco left in his arms and lit it, smoking slowly in the cold wind. , it seems that in this uncomfortable life, only this small moment can make him relax and calm down.

The sun is slowly reaching the position of noon, but it is still cold here, and there is no joy.

Just as these people were taking a short rest, there was a rush of horseshoes stepping across the road by the lake and galloping towards the town not far away.

"That is?"

"It looks like he's from the south. With his clothes and attire, he should be a messenger or a cavalryman."

"Is it so urgent? I think the horse is almost running to death."

"Maybe something happened."

"Why don't we finish work early today and go back and have a look?" One person suggested, and the others nodded after a little hesitation, and they all agreed.

In this depressing and difficult environment, I always hope that there will be some changes, and things can't be worse than they are now.

Not long after, the group began to return, dragged by snowmobiles to dig out the fish.

After waiting for more than an hour, they arrived in the town again, and the street was full of noise, which was completely different from the usual deserted appearance.

"A mutiny occurred in the imperial capital?"

"No, it seems that the new emperor has ascended the throne."

"What about the regent and queen?"

"Should be dead. After all, it's a power grab. Of course, you have to be ruthless."

"How does the empire feel like it's about to end?"

"Hey, who's to say it's not? Our northern border is almost overwhelmed. I hope the new emperor can send more food over here this time."

"I don't think so. The throne has just been replaced, and there is probably another war against the rebellion. The food has been given to the army, so how can it be provided to us. Besides, the south is also lost, and the royal family probably doesn't have enough to support their own people."

Everyone was discussing the unfamiliar things of these few people on the street, and after inquiring for a while, they found out that there was another coup d'etat in the empire.

"The internal affairs of the royal family have nothing to do with us. But this time it depends on whether the Trey family can get food from the new emperor, otherwise we can't survive on our own." Several villagers It's discussed like this.

Unlike other places in the northern border, the relationship between nobles and commoners is very harmonious, because they need to unite to fight against the harsh natural environment and climate.

During the spring plowing on weekdays, many nobles would even personally participate in it, because it was indeed very important to produce more grain.

Unlike other places, this place has a large area and few people. If the nobles treat the common people badly, if they run away, no one will even pay taxes in the territory.

No one will immigrate here. If they really want to immigrate, most of them will choose the rich eastern region, or the prosperous central and southern regions.

Although such an environment allows the people in the northern border to live a poor life, it is relatively stable, and neighbors often help each other, because no one knows whether they will suffer the same disaster in the future.

Cold wind, monsters, barrenness, desolation, frost and snow, these together constitute the impression of most people in the empire on the northern border, and people from the northern border also have different characteristics from other parts of the empire.

Most of them have black hair, flat and straight accents, they pay more attention to promises, they will be very united outside, they respect witches, believe in fate, and they also have a strong hometown plot, and they rarely wander outside for a lifetime.

The villagers in the town are talking about this important event, and Hanyeling is already the most remote place in the northern part of the empire. If they all know, it means that basically all towns in the northern border have received this message.

In the castle in the mountains, a man in armor is packing his luggage, and his wife is still dissuading him.

"Heitling, are you really going?"

"Well, I'll go."

He answered like this almost without thinking, slowly put on the black knight helmet, and then tightened it in front of the mirror.

"His Majesty the Queen has done us a favor, you should not forget it."

A year and a half ago, he received an order from the lord and went to the south with a group of companions to purchase food. He encountered many difficulties, but fortunately, he finally got enough food from the western border.

But even so, when they returned, they still encountered insurmountable difficulties. Some greedy nobles set up checkpoints in the fief, requiring them to hand over half of the food in order to pass.

Because of this kind of trouble, they fled in embarrassment several times, and had to change direction again and again, hoping to return to their hometown safely.

But such actions also lead to the continuous loss of transported food, and the time is gradually running out.

Han Ye was led in the remote northwest corner of the northern border, and there were almost no food-producing places around. If they returned late, a large number of people in the territory might not be able to survive the winter.

At that time, not only the lord will be furious, but the people in the territory will not forgive them. This situation almost drives them into a desperate situation.

Fortunately, in the end, a ceremonial officer brought Her Majesty's order and opened the way for them, which allowed them to walk in a straight line and rush back to Hanyeling in the shortest time, relieving the urgent need.

"Now, I have received news that Her Majesty the Queen and the prince are fleeing to Needle Forest County in Wolf Howl Province, so I want to rush there to help."

"Are you crazy? Now that the new emperor has ascended the throne and controlled the center of the empire, even the Duke of Raven has acquiesced in his identity, you are still jumping out at this time!?"

"Her Majesty's dignity comes from her husband and children, but now that the Amanke brothers are gone, and the little prince can't take the throne, you go to save them, what can you change by yourself, it's simply... It's suicidal, Don't you care about everything at home?" The wife's voice was full of earnest persuasion, and she wanted to stop this foolish and crazy man from panicking about the future.

But the knight kept moving, put on the black knight armor one by one, went to the bedroom, opened the bed, and took out the excellent weapon wrapped in oiled paper under the bed.

Slowly wiping the fuzzy blunt blade, re-sharpening it to a bright shine, the man fastened the scabbard firmly, and then pushed open the door, the cold wind and snow particles from the outside were blowing in, and the temperature in the room dropped suddenly .

He took his only old friend left, his warhorse, and rolled over, while the wife rushed out of the house with the child in her arms, and let the child grab his cloak and saddle.

"No, don't go, Dad." The child made a childish voice, and his movements finally slowed down.

"Look, he's only 5 years old, don't you have the heart for the child to have no father!" The wife's voice was already a little hoarse.

Scattered snow particles fell in the cold wind, and the man sat on the saddle and stood upright, silent, like a statue.

He didn't look back, looking at the snow-covered mountains, houses, frozen lakes, and the withered and cold world outside.

After a long time, he finally spoke, his voice full of difficulty, like a frozen river.

"No, he will have a father who is brave and keeps his word."

After finishing speaking, he shook the reins, and one man and one horse, like black steel, sailed towards the vast world covered with frost and snow.

The iron-gray flag shook rapidly in the cold wind, and a group of people waited quietly at the intersection, waiting for those comrades who were rushing to death with them.

The black war horse hurriedly stepped through the snow, bringing with it splashes of snow powder and mud. The last companion arrived, making the group no longer stop. They also got up on their horses and started heading south along the road.

This group of people did not have any organization, nor the name of the legion. The only thing they had was the iron-grey flag, which was waved by the survivors of Eternal Darkness Island when they returned to the mainland.

On the gray and barren island, there is no paint, and no rare water source to wash it off. It can only use the dirtiest gray as the base, dye it with precious purple vine flower juice, and roughly draw the appearance of a crescent moon.

Yes, the people on the mainland don’t trust them, and the empire is wary of these remnants, letting them do the most difficult and dangerous tasks, but it is undeniable that the empire finally kept its promise, giving them the land to live for generations, and fighting against the crowd Proposal, let the Necromancer Sequence, this Transcendent Sequence that has been spurned and slandered, be accepted by the world again.

Giving these survivors who have made military exploits a noble status, allowing them to gain dignity and recognition, is the kindness bestowed by the upper echelons of the empire.

People in the northern border have never forgotten these things, so the past dynasties have stuck to this barren land, built ships in the severe cold land, cruised the North Sea, and guarded against the possible southward movement of the ice elves.

Now ~www.readwn.com~ Even if the master of the empire changes, this oath will still not change.

The northern border will not betray the empire, but they cannot forget the favor of the royal family in the past. Some knights have begun to break away from the northern legion or their past identities.

They will no longer belong to any family, nor will they belong to any force. They just shout for the promises of the past, and gallop towards the road of death.

After the coup in the upper echelon of the empire, many nobles in the northern border kept silent about it, but they would not stop these subordinates or knights from leaving, and ran to an agreed place. This is the tradition of the northern border, and countless people believe and follow it ancient tradition.

Promises must be kept, even if they face visible death.

In the long wind and snow, these fighters gradually gathered, and the iron-gray dilapidated banner became their only common symbol.

With gray battle flags and long spears, these well-trained warriors are like cold steel, constantly advancing in the wind and snow. They are living machines, warriors who are about to turn into undead, the afterglow of the sunset of the Mercury Dynasty.