Chapter 322

The sky is clear on a sunny day. The dome is as pure as a mirror. There are no clouds in the sky. You can only hear the roaring eagle in the distance.

On the seventh day of departure from melting pot town, the motorcade going north along the avenue gradually moved away from the south near the gem River and came to the North led by Prince sakran; The cold wind also came as scheduled, and the snowflakes fell, dyeing everything around into a pure white.

Winter is coming.

The blue sky, the silver earth, the horizon at the end of the line of sight, a few fallen pine trees stand like dead bones in a vast expanse of white snow - that's all you can see.

The closer it is to the north, the number of villages and towns is decreasing sharply. There is only desolation on the unseen land. Coupled with the heavy snow flying all over the sky and the increasingly biting cold wind, the motorcade waving the iron crown flag had to stop and station on a gentle slope.

Without any command at all, Brandon's guard, more than 300 Legion soldiers from the eboden garrison, built a simple camping camp with the fastest speed, and built several campfires with the branches picked up around.

"This winter seems to come earlier than in previous years, um... It seems to be colder."

While the guards were still building the camp, Brandon had found a nearby campfire, sat down comfortably and threw a bottle to the black haired wizard opposite. He sighed:

"Five days at most, four days at least, we can see the 'famous' fortress of duanjie mountain!"

Ignoring the lovelessness in the other party's tone, Lauren, who took over the wine pot, took a SIP - there is nothing happier than drinking in an ice and snow place:

"Have you been here?"

"Of course I have. Every generation of desalion will be sent to duanjie mountain fortress at the age of 11 or 12 to see the great achievements of our ancestors and pay a visit to the broken wall and remnant Huan of the Dragon Kingdom... The so-called Royal Education... That's it."

Brandon picked up a handful of snow in boredom, pinched it into a ball in his hand and fiddled with it: "I was sent together with my beloved Royal brother and sister-in-law phillanai; naturally, the performance of the three of us will be compared with each other by those adults;"

"Dear imperial brother, I liked to give orders at that time, although only my sister-in-law would listen to him; as for me... Um... I think you should have guessed."

Loren nodded silently.

The fortress of duanjieshan was not demolished by him, which is enough to prove how strong it is.

"Don't expect the 'loyal' guards of duanjieshan fortress to be as enthusiastic about my 'disgraced Prince' as the towns of sakran before; in fact, they didn't cut me open at that time, which can prove their loyalty to the desallion family."

"So..." looking at the wronged man in front of him, he blinked as if he was confessing his "fault". His royal highness, the black haired wizard with his temples jumping fiercely bit his back teeth and calmed himself as much as possible:

"What did you do?"

"Er..." Brandon tangled for a while, holding his cheek and staring at Lauren seriously: "can you guarantee that I won't jump up and hit me after I finish?"

"... I promise."

"HMM... I'd better not say that. Anyway, you'll know when the fortress of duanjieshan is finished - don't forget, you just promised me!"

“……”

Lauren really wants to hit someone now.

"Oh, yes!"

Seeing the expression of His Wizard adviser, the prince wisely used the "topic shifting technique": "how much do you know about Roland Turin, the black Duke?"

"... you're changing the subject, your highness Brandon." Loren resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"Of course not!" the red haired boy gave his sweetest smile. Under the reflection of the snow, the sunshine smile was even too dazzling: "I was just discussing something that might happen next, especially related to the treatment and interest we will suffer."

The next second, Brandon's smile gradually disappeared and his expression gradually became serious:

"Perhaps you also know that your famous ancestor once served in duanjie mountain fortress?"

After a moment of silence, the dark haired wizard frowned slightly.

He knows too little about this ancestor - most people only know that Roland Turin was the famous "black Duke" a hundred years ago. He once brought the Principality of Byrne into power and was a very devout man. He once worked in the fortress of duanjieshan and made remarkable achievements in war, and finally lost his title, which led to the decline of the Turin family and the Principality of Byrne for a hundred years.

Then... No.

It's incredible - it's only a hundred years since Roland Turin's death, up to three generations, but the life of the "black Duke" is like a legend hundreds of years ago!

That is... Someone is deliberately covering up something?

"In fact, it's nothing, but almost everyone in duanjieshan fortress knows the 'black Duke' and what he has done." Brandon narrowed his eyes and his red pupils were extremely deep:

"So try not to mention your last name, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble. Leave the rest to me."

Silent Loren gave a positive answer. At least Brandon is right. In this tense situation, it's best not to cause any accidents. It's better to do more than less.

At this time, the black feather eagle on the tent not far away suddenly fanned and flew, and landed steadily on Loren's shoulder. The black haired wizard who just had a dull expression suddenly stood up!

"There's something?" Brandon, who didn't change his face, took a sip of ale, but his right hand had pressed the hilt of the sword around his waist.

The dark haired wizard nodded, and his dark pupils stared at the vast flying snow in the distance.

Asriel... You'd better not be kidding.

"Oh... You know I've never been careless about such things." a young man's wronged voice sounded in his mind, with some ridicule:

"You're so lazy that you haven't noticed it yet - Dear Lauren, you seem to have forgotten where you are, don't you?

This is the north, and the bad guys have begun to invade! "

"Enemy attack!!!!!"

The captain of the guard not far away roared and sounded the horn; More than 300 Guard soldiers immediately gathered around the camp. The heavy Zheng shaped shield formed a tight shield wall, erected a long halberd and waited for the next order.

From the command to the assembly, it is only a matter of breathing. A black "wall" was added to the originally empty camp, and the iron crown flag flying in the flying snow sounded.

There was no sound at all.

Pulling out the bright silver black hair, the wizard flew to the carriage. His dark pupils looked into the distance. On the horizon at the junction of white and blue, there were only snowflakes flying in the air.

Where's the enemy?

Loren slowly opened his left hand, the rune floating in the palm was instantly crushed, and there were two simple gray blue patterns under his cheek.

Good. I finally saw you this time.

Under the strengthened vision, groups of shadows are gradually revealed in the originally white world - delicate white hair like silk, light claws and cold eyes are rapidly approaching; Two hundred, no! At least three hundred!

These swift and silent white shadows did not rush directly, but lingered around, like a happy hunting activity.

And Loren and his party are their prey.

By this time, everyone had seen the fierce grinding of teeth, the rough roar, and the pairs of blue and ice pupils hidden in the snow.

"They don't seem to mind being found at all?"

"That's because they know we've noticed, otherwise these monsters would have jumped on us and tore us into meat sauce."

Brandon walked behind him and said in a very disgusting tone: "ice werewolf, the vanguard of the demon army - even when there is no demon invasion, these monsters often cross the boundary mountain, loot and kill around the land in the north of Saxony, and turn the whole village and even the town into their flesh and blood mill!"

"In contrast, lottel's ghouls are harmless to humans and animals - of course, compared with the monsters in the north of duanjie mountain, this is only the tip of the iceberg."

Brandon de sallion's face, with his hands spread out and a grin, was filled with a very playful smile:

"My wizard adviser, his Excellency Loren Turin

Welcome to the North -!!!! "