Not to mention the drastic changes and reforms that are taking place in the garrison, under the turmoil of the centaurs and dwarves, Mordor's next attack time has been delayed by a certain amount, and this precious time is used by Lelouch to develop his own strength, but compared to Lelouch's development of the internal territory, Nevsky seems to be more magnificent.

Goose feather snowflakes fell from the sky one after another, the white clouds and howling cold wind in the sky seemed to never stop, the sky and the earth were white, the thick snow made a thin friction sound when stepping on the pressure, the hot breath exhaled by people and animals only existed for a short moment, and then it turned into even finer snow droplets and fell, the world was cold, so cold that even Nevsky needed to wrap himself firmly in a fur coat.

"Big brother, further ahead is the Sacred Mountain Range!"

Gustav wrapped himself in a large leather coat and marveled at Limburg's excellent craftsmanship, which was easy to wear and extra comfortable and warm.

"Well, the Sacred Mountains ~ the country of the dwarves!"

At the foot of the mountain, Nevsky and his party stood at the bottom of the mountains, looking towards the top of the mountain, the huge peak seemed to be the king of the world, proud and indifferent.

The giant mountain that can not be seen, the sky and the earth are all fluttering snowflakes, which makes the whole world also become a piece of snow white, this magnificent scenery is enough to resonate with any poet, if the tall white city on the plain represents the human race, then the whistling snowflakes on the thousands of snow-capped mountains represent the dwarves.

Nevsky's hometown is on top of the highest snow-capped mountain in the depths of the snow-capped mountains, where the dwarves become the end of the world, because even the dwarves can't climb the majestic snow-capped mountains, the high mountains, as if they have become a checkpoint, separating the two worlds, but the dwarves only know the world on their own side, and know little about the other side, and maybe the other side is the same.

If Nevsky wants to return to the snowy mountains, he must pass through the territory of the dwarves, but for many years, the dwarves and barbarians have been at peace, and they are only borrowing the way, presumably the dwarves will not say much.

Nevsky, who was thinking about his thoughts, led the oxen behind him, took his luggage, and stepped onto the road of the snowy mountains.

The dilapidated avenue is full of accumulated snowflakes, the road is full of potholes due to disrepair, and in the mountains, such an avenue seems to be a little twisted, but in the friendly period of the strong and friendly of the Terran dwarves a hundred years ago, this road was crowded with trading caravans, and countless humans and dwarves shuttled between them, but now, except for Nevsky's three people, the avenue built by the dwarves is empty!

The thick hooves of the cow trampled on the dry and hard ground crisply, and the bags on his back swayed slightly from side to side, the snow-capped mountains were very large, and they had to go a long way, and along the way, the three Nevsky hurried to their hometown Snow Peak, eating dried meat when they were hungry, grabbing the snow and chewing it in their mouths when they were thirsty, Nevsky did not let the six barrels of beer move, Gustav and Chernov were very curious about why their eldest brother brought six barrels of beer, but they didn't have the courage to drink secretly.

The snow-capped mountains along the way are particularly desolate, and from time to time you can see abandoned dwarven buildings on the side of the road, which were once used to provide rest and supplies for caravans.

The huge stone square building, the thick walls insulated all the cold, the huge stove in the house occupied the entire aisle of the house, the charcoal fire was booming, the whole longhouse was exceptionally warm, and the dwarves and humans sat together, raising the ale, making loud noises, and munching on it.

Nevsky's eyes recalled the past, speaking of which the dwarf's trade with humans did not seem to have much to do with him, the Snow Peak Barbarian, but Nevsky knew that the Snow Mountain Barbarians relied on the Snow Peak, but they relied more on the Dwarves, and when the Dwarves were prosperous, the Snow Peak Barbarians had a better life, and if the dwarves couldn't even support themselves, where would the life of the Snow Mountain Barbarians be better? The Snow Peak was very large, but the Snow Peak was very desolate, so desolate that it could not support many barbarians.

The night replaced the day, and the wind seemed to be louder in the night, and the Nevsky men found a small dirt slope leeward and set up camp, the sturdy and durable Limburg tent was extremely flat in the leeward, and a portable stove baked the tent dry and warm, lying on a thick blanket, and then covering the body with a fur coat, in this cold and howling night, it was the greatest pleasure.

Gustav and Chernov quickly entered their dreams, and the loud snoring could not be suppressed even by the wind outside the tent.

Nevsky had some things on his mind, but he couldn't bear the fatigue of the journey and fell into his dreams.

Nevsky dreamed that he was wrapped around an invisible rope, and although he struggled hard, the rope was still firmly bound to his body, and then tightened and tightened, until... Wrong!

Nevsky opened his eyes suddenly, he had already left the tent where he was camped, and was lying on a cart, and the rope that bound him in his dream was now really tied to him.

"Woke up!"

A rough male voice wanted to be by Nevsky's side, but Nevsky turned his head, but only saw a blue sky after the blizzard had stopped, and a magnificent snow-capped mountain.

"What the hell?!"

"I'm here, you big man!"

Listening to the voice, Nevsky's eyes rolled, and he tilted his head down a little angrily, and then finally saw a nod of the top.

Dwarf!

When Nevsky woke up and found that he had been captured by the dwarves, when Nevsky wanted to understand the news, he didn't think for a long time that he had done anything sorry for the dwarves, and he would actually arrest the dwarves, and as for Gustav and Chernov, Nevsky found that they were still sleeping, and Nevsky frowned for the first time.

Along the way, Nevsky still relied on how to ask and greet, the dwarves were silent, Nevsky turned his head and could only see the top of a helmet at most, except for the sound of goats pulling the cart, the whole team did not make a sound at all, Nevsky had no choice but to turn his head to admire the sky above his head, the sky of the sacred mountains, against the background of the mountains, even more magnificent and beautiful, Nevsky looked at the sky, and slowly fell asleep.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, Nevsky was thrown directly to the ground, which made the sleeping Nevsky wake up directly, raise his head and look around blankly.

"You're a spy sent by the barbarians?!"

Nevsky: "..."