Vol 3 Chapter 18: Sacran (Part 2)

On a clear day, the dome as pure as a mirror is cloudless, and you can only hear howling eagles in the distance.
On the seventh day from the furnace town, the convoy along the road all the way north gradually moved away from the south near the Jewel River to the north of the Prince of Sackland; the cold wind also arrived as expected, snowflakes fell, and everything around Dyed into pure white.
Winter is here.
The azure sky, the silver earth, and the horizon at the end of the line of sight, a few deciduous pine trees stand like dead bones in a piece of white snow-this is all you can see.
The closer to the north, the number of villages and towns decreased sharply. There was only a desolation on the invisible land, plus the snow flying in the sky and the increasingly bitter cold wind, the convoy of iron crown flags fluttered Had to stop at a gentle slope.
No command was needed at all. Brandon ’s guards, more than 300 legionnaires from the Eboden legion, built a simple camping camp with the fastest speed, and built it with the branches picked around. Several bonfires.
"This winter seems to come earlier than in previous years, um ... seems to be colder."
While the guards were still setting up the camp, Brandon had found a campfire nearby and sat down comfortably. By the way, he threw a bottle to the opposite black-haired wizard, and sighed in a playful voice:
"At most five days and at least four days, we can see the fortress of the Great Boundary Mountain!"
Ignoring the irresistible life in the other party's tone, Loren who took the hip flask took a sip-there is nothing happier than drinking with ice and snow:
"You came before?"
"Of course I've been. De Sao Leong of every generation will be sent to the Fortress of Fortress at the age of eleven or twelve, to see the great achievements of our ancestors, and look at the broken walls of the Dragon Kingdom ... The so-called royal education, well ... that's what happened. "
Brandon grabbed a handful of snow and fiddled with a ball in his hands: "I was sent with my beloved prince and sister Aunt Fitroney; naturally, the three of us 'S performance will be compared with those of adults; "
"The beloved brother-in-law was very fond of giving orders at that time, although only auntie would listen to him; as for me ... um ... I think you should have guessed it."
Loren nodded silently.
He didn't demolish the fortress of the Boundary Mountain that year, enough to prove how strong it is.
"Do n’t expect the loyal guards of the Fortress of the Boundary Mountains to be as enthusiastic about my" faceless prince "as the towns of Sacran before; in fact, they did n’t open-cut me to prove them. Loyalty to the DeSalinese family. "
"So ..." Looking at the grievous blink in front of me, as if confessing his "negligence" to His Royal Highness, the dark-haired wizard in the temple gnawed at the back molars to calm himself as much as possible:
"What did you do?"
"Uh ..." Brandon struggled, staring at Loren with his cheek stern: "Can you guarantee that I won't jump up and hit me after I finish speaking?"
"……I promise."
"Well ... I won't say that anyway, you will naturally know when you get to the Boundary Mountain Fortress-don't forget, you just promised me!"
"..."
Loren really wants to hit people now.
"Oh, right!"
Seeing the expression of his wizard advisor, His Royal Highness wisely used "Transfer Topic": "How much do you know about the" Duke Black "Roland Turin?"
"... You are changing the subject, Your Highness Brandon." Loren Keen endured the urge to roll his eyes.
"Of course not!" The boy with red hair and red eyes gave him his sweetest smile. Under the reflection of Shirayuki, the smile of the sun was even too dazzling: "I'm just talking about what will happen next. Things, especially related to the treatment we will suffer. "
The next second, the smile on Brandon's lips gradually disappeared, and his expression became more serious:
"Maybe you also know that your famous ancestor once played in the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain?"
After a moment of silence, the black-haired wizard frowned slightly.
He knows too little about this ancestor-most people only know that Roland Turin is a famous "black duke" a hundred years ago, once brought the Principality of Byron into prosperity, and is a very devout person , Who once played in the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain and had a remarkable military achievement, and finally lost his title, let the Turin family and the Principality of Byrne decline for 100 years.
Then ... it's gone.
It's unbelievable-from Roland Turin's death to the present, it has only been more than a hundred years, up to three generations, but the life of this "Black Duke" has been heard like a legend hundreds of years ago!
In other words ... someone is deliberately covering up something?
"Actually nothing, but almost everyone in the Fortress of Fortress Boundaries knows this‘ Black Duke ’and what he has done.
Brandon narrowed his eyes, his crimson pupil extremely deep:
"So try not to mention your surname, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble, and let me handle the rest."
Silent Loren gave an affirmative answer. At least Brandon is right. In such a tense situation, it is better not to cause any accidents as much as possible. One more thing is worse than one less.
At this moment, the black feather eagle on the tent not far away suddenly flew up and landed steadily on Loren's shoulder. The dark-haired wizard who had just looked dull and stood up suddenly!
"There's something moving?" Brandon, who didn't change his face, took a sip of ale, but his right hand was already holding the hilt in his waist.
The dark-haired wizard nodded, his dark pupil staring at the distant snow.
Asriel ... You better not kidding.
"Oh ... you know I never careless about this kind of thing." The voice of a teenager's grievance sounded in his mind, with a bit of ridicule:
"But you are so slack, but you haven't noticed it yet-dear Loren, you seem to have forgotten where you are, right?
This is the north, and those 'bad guys' have begun to invade! "
"Enemy attack-!!!!!!"
Not far away, the captain of the guard roared and immediately blew the horn; more than three hundred soldiers of the guard immediately gathered around the camp. The heavy zither-shaped shield formed a tight shield wall, and the halberd was erected, waiting for the next command.
Reaching assembly from the command is just a matter of a few breaths. The originally empty camp immediately added a black "enclosure wall", and the flag of the Iron Crown flying in the flying snow rang and hunted.
There was no sound at all.
The dark-haired wizard who pulled out the bright silver flew to the carriage, and his dark pupil looked out into the distance. On the horizon where white and azure blue intersected, there were only snowflakes flying in the air.
Where is the enemy?
Loren slowly opened his left hand, the rune floating in the palm was crushed instantly, and there were two simple gray-blue patterns under the cheek.
Very good, I finally saw you this time.
Under the enhanced vision, in the original white world, the shadows of groups were gradually revealed-delicate white silk-like hair, light claws and cold eyes, are rapidly Is approaching; two hundred, no! At least three hundred!
These swift and silent white shadows did not directly pounce, but lingered around constantly, like a pleasant hunt.
And Loren and his party are the prey of "them".
By this time everyone had seen it—the fierce grind, the snarling growl, and the pair of clear blue pupils hidden in the snow.
"They don't seem to mind being discovered at all?"
"That's because they know that we have been aware of it, otherwise these monsters would have rushed to tear us into meat sauce ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Brandon walked behind him and said with a very disgusting tone: "Iceland werewolf, the vanguard of the army of monsters-even when no monsters invade, these monsters often cross the Boundary Mountain, looting and slaughtering on the land in the north of Sacran, turning the entire village and even the town into their Flesh Mill! "
"In contrast, Lothal's ghouls are simply harmless animals—human beings and animals—of course, this is only the tip of the iceberg compared to the monsters north of the Boundary Mountain."
Spreading his hands and grinning, Brandon de Salion's face was filled with a playful smile:
"My wizard adviser, Lord Loren Turin ...
Welcome to the North--! ! ! ! "

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