As a native of Sunderland, Sommer was very uncomfortable with the snow and cold near Icefield City, and he had always had the impression that the world should be warm and warm, no matter what the season, the difference would not be so great, at least not so cold. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But as a member of the Sunderland military, Sommer also understands that these small environmental problems are nothing compared to military orders.

And after all, he is still a small vice captain, compared with the group of soldiers under him, the equipment on his body is better, and there are also distributed heating agents that can be used, which is already a very good treatment.

It would be great to have a little bit of his own honey at this time, just a little bit of this transparent liquid can dispel the tiredness and coldness of his whole body, and in retrospect, the feeling of the honey flowing through his mouth is really a supreme pleasure.

But it's a pity that the army didn't provide the luxury of honey wine, and the honey wine that Sommer himself secretly carried had already been drunk on the march for more than a month, and now he can only think about it out of thin air, and he is just in a hurry.

It was the middle of the day, and the rare sun was shining on everyone's heads, and their troops were passing through Icefield City, stationed on the plains outside the city, giving everyone a breathing room, and by the way, replenishing all kinds of supplies that were slightly insufficient in Icefield City.

It's a pity that you can't buy that kind of honey wine in this distant place, and some are just a kind of liquor that tastes extremely strong, which makes Somo feel very regretful.

It's such an unhappy place.

Sommer rounded the camp twice, chatted with his men, and then returned to the edge of the camp alone, looking at the rough walls of Icefield City in the distance, imagining how exciting it would be to buy the food and drink he wanted.

Unfortunately, in this environment, it is impossible to grow the kind of fruit that makes honey wine, and there are very few things that can be grown. It is not known what their spirits are made from.

Icefield City had its original name, but the name of the twister was far less simple and easy to understand than the name of Icefield City, and Sommer recalled it in his mind, and he couldn't even remember what its real name was.

Forget it, it doesn't matter, anyway, this place, I will never come back a second time.

Icefield City nominally belongs to St. Margaery, and it is also the border line between St. Margaery and Scalloa, both countries are high and far away, and there is no particularly valuable production, the most important thing is that the environment is really bad, in recent years, both countries have become more and more unwilling to pay attention to such a small place, and there is a sense of letting Icefield City itself destroy itself.

If it weren't for the advance of his own army, it would be difficult for Icefield City to enter the field of vision of the two countries again......

Sommer secretly imagined in his mind that his army had crossed the snow-capped mountains of Icefield City, and that St. Margaery and the king's ministers of Scarloa were scratching their heads in the palace, and he felt that he had suddenly become a big man in the world.

Passing through here and taking the Ice Goddess Fortress is almost equivalent to tearing open a gap between the defense line of Scarloa and San Margaery, after that, his colleagues will be able to drive straight in, and taking this place is like digging for something, and he can also get considerable merits, promotion or something, just thinking about it makes him feel ready to move.

Sunderland's troops almost uniformly wore the same type of enchanted armor, with a soft layer inside the armor to keep warm and resist impacts, and the shiny armor was carved with intricate ornamentation, this new type of enchanted armor provided them with strong protection, both against ordinary swords and magic, far superior to traditional armor, including the long swords in their hands, and also gained more terrifying attack power because of the alchemy inscriptions. And such a force is stationed in front of Icefield City, and there is no end even in Somer's current position.

In Somer's mind, the Ice Goddess Fortress in the distance is just a small layer of window paper, even if it can withstand the impact of the magicians, the siege equipment in the rear of his troops can crush the fortress, it is really not good, these people and horses alone can surround the Ice Goddess Fortress and die there.

Fail? That's impossible!

It is really thanks to these forging techniques left by the alchemists of that country, and His Majesty's wise decision-making, that he can have the current combat strength of his own soldiers.

Sommer looked out at Icefield City alone, fantasizing about the splendor of Sunderland's reach.

Until his thoughts were interrupted by the voice of a man next to him:

"Have you rested? When are we leaving."

A man of average height, but very stout, stood beside Somer, and asked aloud in a very rough voice, his gray beard, and the snow on his beard fell a little.

“…… There will be another half hour or so, and the upper side will say that the queue will assemble at one hour. ”

Somo was stunned for a moment, stood up as he spoke, and looked at the person who was close to him.

It's a local mercenary – or rather, it used to be. When Sommer decided to hire him as a guide, he had heard him brag about how brave he had been when he fought the dragon. It wasn't until he was hit by an arrow in the knee that he spent his days as a guard in Icefield City.

Of course, he couldn't believe that he was slaying a dragon or something, but Somo didn't care what level he had, all he wanted was a guide to find his way.

Although it is useless for him to lead a guide with a small vice-captain, but out of Somo's own habits, having someone who knows the place to lead the way can reduce a lot of trouble, anyway, it is just a mercenary, and it is just a matter of giving two small money.

"Hey, if you want me to say that you outsiders are ink, it's warm today, and you have to grind for a long time."

"Saying two words less won't cost you wages."

Sommer said with a frown and displeasure. He was taller than this man, but this former mercenary was much stronger than him, perhaps he had been trained for a long time in such a harsh environment.

He never said his name, he asked when Sommer first saw him, but the guy had a very embarrassed expression, and confused the name, patted his chest and asked Sommer to call him Graybeard, there is no one in this area that he doesn't know, and a guide can rest assured.

After testing Graybeard's familiarity with his surroundings, Somer still chose to hire him, and let Graybeard be a guide for himself when he passed through the snowy mountains, and help him a little by the way.

"Okay, good, you are the uncle if you give money."

He patted his old coat, pulled out a wine bag from the pocket of his dark brown coat, tilted his head and poured it into his mouth, and then let out a breath with great enjoyment.

"Don't you have any other wine?"

Sommer asked regretfully, he had only learned this Icefield City native wine in Graybeard's hand yesterday, and it looked like white water and drank it so strongly, so that Sommer almost felt like his chest was going to be burned through it.

"Other wines, it's not interesting to drink." The beard said with a big grin: "It's not that you don't live in this ice and snow day and can't experience its benefits, you will know in a few days." ”

"No, forget it."

Sommer didn't want to stay here for a day, let alone stay a few more days for a drink he didn't like to drink. The longer he stayed, the more he missed his own mead.

"Come on, when is it time to go, call me, I'll rest for a while."

Huibeard carefully put away the wine bag, found a large stone next to it, sat on it, leaned down and closed his eyes to rest, the posture lying in the snow made Somo feel a chill in his back.

Graybeard didn't lie down for long before he was woken up by Somer, and when he woke up, everyone, including Somer, was ready to go, and behind Sommer several queues of warriors slowly advanced, step by step, stepping the snow on the ground into a crust of stones.

"If you go, you won't get paid if you don't leave."

Somer's armor is a little more delicate than that of a private, but the person wearing the armor is not very strong, and even if he wears the armor, he doesn't look as strong as the gray beard.

"Here we go!"

Graybeard leaps up from the ground, quickly patting off the snowflakes behind him, and quickly follows the group.

It took three or four days to walk in this direction to Icefield City, which made Somo feel uncomfortable when he thought of this boundless cold, and he walked beside the team with Graybeard, chatting with Graybeard to solve the boredom of the long journey.

"Do you have water?"

Sommer asked suddenly, he was a little thirsty, their men almost drained the water of the small river next to them during the supply yesterday, and they didn't have much water left, and the long line couldn't find the adjutant for a while, so it was better to ask Graybeard faster.

"Yes, you want to drink?"

Graybeard asked, saying that, but he had already consciously pulled out a water bag in his hand and handed it to Somer.

"Thank you."

Sommer took the water bag, unscrewed the stopper and poured it into his mouth, a bone-chilling coldness spread from his mouth to his stomach, and before Sommer could ease up, the coldness turned into an incomparably hot heat in a blink of an eye, almost making Sommer vomit it out.

"You're water!?"

Sommer asked with red eyes, and this mouthful made his throat dumb for three points.

"Ah" Graybeard sniffed the stopper, and hurriedly said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm wrong, this is a wine bag, it's a wine bag, you drink this, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." ”

He nodded hurriedly and took out another bag that was almost the same as the touch, and handed it over. Let Somo take a sip of cold water in his stomach, and then he felt that the burning was relieved a little.

"Next time...... If you do it again, half of your money will be deducted! Somo gasped and said, he really couldn't stand the spirits here, he didn't find out that he took the wrong thing just now, it was a real failure, but the weather in this place was too cold, and the soju and water were all cold in the mouth, and he didn't know what it was when he didn't taste it.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" Graybeard apologized vigorously, and the bearded man's face was apologetic, so that Sommer couldn't raise the interest to point at him again.

"Forget it," said Somer, taking a few steps forward to catch up with the group, "Tell me if there is anything dangerous in this place?" ”

Graybeard's spirit was shocked, and he immediately put the matter of the wine bag behind him, and said in his spirit: "Wine is not suitable for you outsiders, and the others, ice and snow, beasts, needless to say, you also understand, but you mention it like this, there are some interesting legends around here that you can listen to." ”

"Legends?"

Somo touched his chin and subconsciously glanced at the snow-white mountains in the distance.

"Then let's hear about it." (To be continued.) )