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Northern Ice Field, Hujiaer Mountain——

In front of the majestic mountain range, regarded as sacred by barbarians and orcs, a long dragon is slowly moving south.

The snow-capped mountains are stained with blood, adding a bewitching color to the sacred mountain. A detachment of the Icewind Castle marched overnight on the orders of Charlotte, the king of the Icewind Castle, and ambushed in front of the mountain, intercepting the alien women and children who wanted to retreat to Hujiaer Mountain. The rebels were slaughtered on the spot, the old and weak were beheaded, and the remaining women and children were tied up and tied to a thick hemp rope, led like pigs and dogs.

After a slight pause, the long whip is thrown down. The rhyming is staffed by mages, drows, minotaurs, and, of course, mechanical golems, but none of them have sympathy for these alien women and children.

Needless to say, Drow and the Minotaur were just coolies and rare experiments in the eyes of the mage.

Along the way, slaves who could not stand the cold and toiling fell, and at each time, the rhyming soldier would whip himself with all his might, until he was sure that the fallen person could no longer get up, and then he would scold and cut the noose and abandon the body on the side of the road.

The slaves had sad faces, but they did not dare to cry out loud. After walking like this for two days, the abandoned barracks could be seen in the distance, and the commander seemed to have learned something in advance, and said coldly to the slaves before entering the camp, "Listen well! My king is merciful, let you have the opportunity to become the citizens of Icewind Castle after five years of slavery, if you dare to resist, it will be your fate!"

With that, he ordered the slaves forward, and when they entered the tent, what he saw finally broke the dams that numbed the slaves' hearts.

Dozens of human heads are located in abandoned tents, looking like hills from a distance. The hill was made up of human heads, and the dead warriors stared at the empty eyes, and they were extremely terrifying. Up close, the warriors' skin was frozen blue, their faces blackened, some with their mouths half open, some with their tongues exposed, looking like the spirits of the dead who were still wailing silently. There was a dark stain under the Jingguan, and there was no need to think about it, it was a blood stain left on the human head.

Dozens of human heads are scattered, which is the most cruel work of art and the most cruel silent deterrent.

The grief of the captive slaves could not be stopped any longer, and the only hope in their hearts was shattered in this most brutal way, and they were completely broken. Everyone howled and cried in despair, and the cries shook the ice field, and sadness and despair filled the sky.

Vivien and Lolita could faintly hear the cry in the tent on the side of Icewind Castle, and they looked at the abandoned tent, but they were too far away to see the headless corpses on the ice field.

The beasts of the ice field smell the food and gather on the bloody battlefield to enjoy this once-in-a-lifetime feast. The battle flag was planted in the ice, and with the cold wind fluttering, the glacial land was in tatters, and there were traces of the aftermath of the war everywhere. A large abrupt hole was so striking on the battlefield, like a glacial ground suffering an irreparable penetrating wound, and the extremely cold water floated on the ice floes, reflecting the sparkling water. A scarred mechanical golem croaked, a mechanical compound eye above its head loyally sought its enemies, and a mechanical spider half-buried under the ice, wielding its arthropods in vain to crawl out of the ice.

Looking at that battlefield, Vivi felt a sense of gloom in her peace of mind, she pulled up her hair, and she clenched her lips tightly at the thought that such a war would accompany her whole life in the future.

At this time, she was slapped by Lolita, and the former iron girl did not have any sense of proportion, and slapped the delicate and frail Vivian. Vivien's little sadness was broken, and she glared at her friend in dissatisfaction.

"It hurts! What are you doing?"

"The teacher arranged for us to count the supplies, don't you want to be lazy!" Lolita, who is a lazy habitual offender, is rarely righteous, "Hurry up! The teacher has to rush to Erosa next!"

"It's not your turn to say that, is it?" said Vivien, who wonderfully noticed that her sadness was replaced by a resentment towards her friend. She looked at Lolita's grinning smile, and in the cold ice field, there was a trace of warmth in her heart.

Two high-ranking female mages walked side by side, and the scene was watched by Charlotte, who was standing alone on the snowy slope.

The cold wind blew through his silver hair, and the corners of the silent youth's lips curled slightly. He looked to the north, and unlike Vivien and Lolita, he could easily see the mournful army of slaves. The corners of his lips drooped slightly, he pursed his lips, clenched his hands into fists, and silently blew the cold wind to look at the battlefield full of corpses and the desperate and weeping slaves.

There was a sound of footsteps behind her, and Charlotte didn't look back, and the comer didn't mean to hide it, but went straight to him, and asked in her usual unpleasant tone, "What's the matter?"

"There is no need to regret what is right. ”

"Is that unbearable?" said Dema, with a hint of pleasure in her tone.

Charlotte was silent, and the wind howled in the ice field did not make the atmosphere embarrassing.

After a long time, he turned his head and asked, "Chief Dema, let's rest for another day, and after the slaves are smoothly received and the materials are counted, one seat will be left to sweep the battlefield and preside over the overall situation, and the rest will come with me to Erosa to support." ”

"Is this an order?" said Dema, who became unpleasant again.

"Didn't I say 'please'?"

"Tsk, that's just a superficial effort, let's be clear, I'm not your maid. Dema muttered rarely, "It's getting less and less cute." ”

Charlotte smiled at this.

"Hey, Charlotte, don't forget your promise, Dinah and I supported you because you promised to get your master back!" Seeing that he didn't respond, Dema said calmly, "If you let me know you're disagreeing......"

Charlotte turned her head, her brow furrowed, and interrupted her unspoken words, "I will not lose to anyone if I am loyal to my sister." ”

With that, he turned and walked down the slope.

"Tsk!" said Dema, who was even more unpleasant, "a duplicitous man!"

It was night, and the crying of the slaves rang faintly all night, and no matter how much the guards beat and scolded them, it was useless, and the troops of Icewind Castle fell asleep in this weeping like the dead.

Charlotte didn't sleep, and that night, he welcomed a special guest to his tent.

The guest, who also had silver hair, wore his medium-length hair in a tail braid, which he combed back meticulously. His favorite silver ranger suit is spotless, and he wears a red metal hairpin on his left chest. Wearing a strange-shaped scimitar at his waist, although he is dressed as a ranger, he is personable, like a gentle and elegant nobleman who wanders around for sightseeing.

In fact, he was nobler than any nobleman, more dexterous than any warrior, and stronger than any mage.

Ophelis.

The world calls him the Lord of Construction, the Demon King who controls the changes of all things.

He lifted the curtain of the tent and greeted Charlotte cordially, "It's a shame to come late at night, my friend, how are you doing?

Charlotte was slightly stunned, "I never thought you'd look for me on the battlefield. ”