The mage is now twenty-eight years old, and compared to the youth of sixteen years ago, he now has a calm bearing.

At first sight of him, no one would associate him with the likes of 'butcher', 'executioner', 'tyrant'. He has well-cut silver hair, which is not the usual aristocratic oiled hairstyle, but the crisp silver hair looks clean and neat. He has a beard under his chin, but it is not the beard of a big man like in the north, but a ring beard that shows maturity and composure. The crimson color of the eyes may be the only characteristic that can be called a demon, but if you look closely, you will find that the world of the eyes is logical, rational and wise, not the chaos and tyranny that is unique to the demon.

In fact, the mage is his self-proclaimed name. Judging from his costume, it is completely impossible to equate him with the word mage.

He wore a set of black leather armor painted with floral ornaments, carried a simple and simple hand-half sword around his waist, hunting pants for easy movement, and riding boots under his feet, except for the spell-casting material bag hanging from his waist, he looked more like a heroic young swordsman.

If there was anything particularly discordant, it would be the crispness of his light leather armor in the extreme cold, and the black fingerless gloves with six-pointed star runes on his gloves.

Looking down the slope, the camp was covered with ink on a white canvas in the distance, and the camp under the slope was neat and orderly.

The camp is home to all kinds of intelligent creatures such as drows, minotaurs, and barbarians, as well as the mage's golem legion, and there is always a sense of fantasy in the paradise of the Steeus. A young female mage walked smoothly and quickly up the snowy slope, and along the way, the distinctive legions of Icewind Castle saluted the women, and it could be seen that although the woman with long black hair was young, she had a very high status in the Icewind Castle legion.

She came up behind the mage and pulled her black hair, which was blown by the cold wind, which was too difficult in the cold wind, so she simply put the black hood on and grabbed the brim with both hands.

"Teacher. The voice came from the hood, a little muffled, "Things are all arranged." ”

The mage looking out at the camp in the distance looked back to see that he was none other than Charlotte Clayderman, the current king of Icewind Castle.

"Are the captives making trouble?"

"Yes, of course...... "Charlotte's disciple, Vivian Raphael's voice became even more muffled, "but I believe it will be good after a while." ”

"If you don't obey after a while, then kill them all. Charlotte's calm tone spat out sinister words, "One team resists and all the team kills, and one team resists and all the team kills...... And so on. If they dare to resist after a while, don't blame me for being ruthless. ”

Even if she took measures to keep warm, Vivien, who was hugging the brim of her hat, couldn't help but shudder. She nodded, as if to comfort herself, and said, "I believe they won't resist anymore, after all, the teacher still left them a way out." As long as you serve five years in prison and behave well, you can become a citizen of Icewind Castle, and you can still trust Icewind Castle in the north compared to this barren ice field. ”

Charlotte was silent, and Vivien became depressed, and for a moment she could only hear the howling of the cold wind, and an embarrassing silence enveloped the snowy slopes.

In fact, both master and apprentice knew that the vast majority of slaves who were engaged in hard labor lasted less than five years. It's still good to die in the middle of labor, and some will even be purchased by mages as props for experiments.

But I have to admit that this policy has had a good effect.

Raise the butcher's knife mercilessly against the resistant, giving the obedient a rough but shining life. In the past two years, Charlotte's policy towards aliens has been so bloody and cruel, and with the attack on Icewind Castle, those aliens have either become dead souls or are honestly doing hard labor for Icewind Castle.

Not only that, but the group of mages who originally adhered to the traditions of Icewind Castle has now changed their ethos. A large number of slaves brought enough labor and experimental materials to the mages, except for a very small number of diehard mages, and now Icewind Castle is extremely supportive of Charlotte's rule, and the domestic frenzy for war has a faint shadow of the military merit system of Erosa.

But it's more brutal and bloodier than that.

Charlotte knew very well what a terrible monster she had unleashed by opening the box of Icewind Castle with her own hands. But he also knew very well that there was no way back for him.

To succeed in the future war that will sweep the multiverse, he must grow Icewind Castle into a true monster.

At this time, there was a commotion in the camp, and the silent master and apprentice looked down, only to see a group of mages pouring into the camp from the camp entrance. They looked very embarrassed, and when they went out, there were twelve people and a team of mobile golems, but when they returned, there were only seven people left.

The man in the lead had short bright yellow hair and a gray face. She looked up at the slope, and the embarrassed-looking girl showed a mouthful of white teeth.

Charlotte, who was standing at the top of the slope, frowned, "I told her not to personally direct this kind of reconnaissance, did she think it was a joke?"

"But as you said, teacher, if you don't experience the test of blood and fire now, it is impossible to survive the vicious battles that may be foreseen in the future. Vivien reminded that it seemed a relief to be able to break the awkward silence. So it was rare that there was a sly smile on her increasingly cold and intellectual face.

Charlotte choked.

Of course, he knew that the two eagles, Vivien and Lolita, had gradually spread their fuller wings over the past two years, and now both of them were high-level mages, serving as Charlotte's right-hand man to preside over the day-to-day operation of the mage tower. If you count the comprehensive ability in management, it will only be better than Charlotte back then.

But as a teacher, there is always a privilege.

"But this war is not the same as before, not only does this battle bring together all the elites of the barbarians and orcs, but also the power of the church will be involved. Someone else will do this kind of thing before the war, so what kind of fun is she going to do!" Charlotte reprimanded and explained to Vivien, "I know you have grown up very quickly over the years, but this war must not be messed up!"

"Yes, Teacher!" Vivien bowed her head and wrinkled her nose at Lolita, who was hurrying up the snowy slope. The latter, who knew what he meant when he heard the song, stuck out his tongue, obediently came behind Charlotte, and shouted softly.

"Teacher~"

A well-behaved face of a literary girl next door.

“…… Report on the investigation. ”

"Yes!" Lolita began to gush after revealing her true nature, "As far as we can see, the enemy is definitely supported by the church, and I see that there are priests treating wounded soldiers, including strong men of the archbishop level. As for whether there is legendary support, I don't dare to go deep into this, and I will return immediately if I find something wrong. However, they were extremely protective of the pastor, and in an instant, I lost several men. ”

"Those men aren't yours!" corrected Charlotte, "I didn't put you in charge of the reconnaissance!"

"I'm also worried about the teacher!"

"As long as you don't worry about me, I'll be satisfied. Charlotte shook her head and sighed.

Vivien and Lolita burst out laughing, and Charlotte was stunned and patted the two girls on the head, revealing a rare gentle smile.

The smiles of the three of them brought the ice field to life.

"Let's go. After laughing, Charlotte walked down the snow slope first, "Go to the camp to discuss matters." ”

Vivien and Lolita looked at each other and smiled, leaving three rows of deep footprints on the snowy slopes.