Even as the shadow of war loomed over the Dukedom of Ella in the Kingdom of Rinston, the fear of Nilda Gang in the south of Elvinia gradually dissipated in the presence of Wood King Wood.

"I'm finally getting used to it, but it's just the howling of the wind on the cliffs of Storm Mountain." The wood elves of Nilda Gang looked out the window of their stone house at the snowy night sky, and fell back into their long-awaited dreamland, dreaming of the melodious song of snow and frost that had spread in the south.

It was late at night, the fire in the house was extinguished from house to house, and the whole of the South seemed to be asleep, but the castle with torches in the center of Nildagang, the Wood Elf King Wood, who lived in the Chambers of the Ice Sculpture Top, was plagued by nightmares day and night. At least for fifteen days and nights in this city of Nildagang, whenever he slept alone in the dormitory on the top of the ice sculpture, his thoughts would always accompany the whistling snow wind blowing outside the window, traveling through time and space, to an era that he had never been to in person, even if he woke up from his dream, he still remembered the scene in the dream clearly-he took a group of unclothed wood elves on a strange ship that could not be named, rode through the ocean and waves, and set foot on a familiar land, He didn't know why he blew up the big ship with strange things, but the days that followed were not peaceful, the rain of fire from the sky burned the forest, he could feel the pain of the burning heat, what he could never forget was the strange skeletons covered in cast iron that came out of the sea of fire, they could only shuttle in the dense forest, hide, many of the wood elves were mercilessly killed, until they hid in the depths of the mountains, in short, everything in the dream seemed so strange and real.

"Whew" Wood woke up from the bed, and even the breath of Sheffield on his finger shimmered with a rapid green shimmer, like his heart beating wildly at the moment.

"Rapid fall." The flashing fragments in the dream made him gasp for breath, and he reached out to stroke Sheffield's breathing, only to find that even his fingers were oozing with cold sweat, "Extremely cold and frozen." ”

Sheffield I Wood was completely sleepy, he took the thick clothes from the side of the bed and put them on his body, took the torches from the stone walls, and walked straight to the north window of the dormitory, and could not help but look down on the sleeping city of Nildagang under the cover of night, although there was no such stone city in his dream, but there were those snow-capped mountains in the direction of Snowdown.

"Knock knock." There was a knock on the door from outside the dormitory door.

"Please come in." Wood turned his head and hung the torch on the stone wall of the dormitory, looking in the direction of the dormitory door with a somewhat confused look.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. Just now your Praetorian guards saw a moving fire in your dormitory, so let's take a look. Slowly pushing open the door of the dormitory was the chief guard of the Praetorian Army, who bowed down to the Wood Elf King Wood before puffing out his chest.

"There's no need to worry so much, I used to be a light rider in Sheffield, not to mention that Wolf in the snow won't climb over the wall to break into the house." Wood Elf King Wood nodded thoughtfully, as if he had something on his mind, now he just wanted to be alone and quiet, and he waved his hand at the chief guard with an expressionless face.

"Yes, Your Majesty. We are guarding outside the dormitory. The guard stepped back, grabbed the doorknob before going out, and closed the door of the dormitory.

In addition to the torches lit in the dormitory, there were also several places farther away from the top of the castle's ice sculptures, which were undoubtedly the watchtowers that surrounded the walls of Nilda Height.

Inside one of the watchtowers, two wood elf guards on the night vigil were leaning against the foot of the stone wall, looking through the shooting holes inside and outside the city in the night.

"The horrible screams are finally over." One of the middle-aged wood elf guards straightened the Wolf's fur on his shoulder, then turned his head and looked at the dormitory at the top of the ice sculpture, "It's still thanks to Your Majesty who came to our southern border!" ”

"This southern border is not ours, I am just here to garrison." The other wood elf guard didn't look at the companion next to him, he frowned slightly, he was slammed into a cold wind while speaking, and his whole body shivered, and then he began to repeat the previous movements, rubbing his hands to himself, and constantly breathing at his hands, "This southern border is really cold, Your Majesty is still interested in coming to inspect, if it weren't for me because of the army's order for us to come to garrison here, I wouldn't want to come to this southern border to suffer, here is snow and stones." Eyes full of snow and stones! ”

"Soldiers have to listen to orders, now that they have been stationed, don't dream of regretting them!" A cold wind blew, and the middle-aged wood elf guard who was wearing Wolf's fur did not move at all, but the wood elf guard stationed in it shivered even more.

"With this weird weather vigil, I'm sure I'll be an ice sculpture in less than a month. I don't know how you snow ghosts survived. "As he kept complaining, the Wood Elf guards began to stomp their feet." After this unfortunate rotation tonight, I will have to be on board for half a month when it is my turn. May this cursed night pass soon. ”

"Hey, you have to get used to it! I've lived here for over thirty years, and I've been a guard for almost a decade! Since you feel a little cold, why don't you talk about the topic I'm interested in, you're from a foreign country, remember it's Setar? I've never been to a place south of the Arral Valley, what the hell is there? The guard of Nilda Gang patted the wood elves stationed beside him, "Tell me, I'm quite interested in your hometown, your original garrison, if you can tell me, maybe you can just drive away the cold." ”

"Ahem, my hometown is a forest seaside city with all seasons like spring. Standing on the treehouse of the Sethar Sea Observation Tower, you can see the Arral Valley if the weather is nice! The sea looks warm, not like it's all frozen! Our wooden houses are warm in winter and cool in summer, and you can smell the scent of the forest when the breeze blows. Oh, and every now and then the merchants of Trian come in with some strange cargo from their small port of Lindisfaq. We also have a drunken pill there - the Black Nightmare! But you don't understand, but I've heard some people who have eaten it say that although this thing costs a lot of money, as long as you eat one, you can see what you want to have, and you can touch it! Hey, now that I think about it, life there is a world of difference. Like the wanderers and guides in the sky, one round of light blue, one round of light red. Completely belonging to two worlds. The soldier rubbing his hands together painted a picture of the place where he once lived to the ghost of the snow, a native of Nilda Gang next to him.

"Say it, say it! And then on, oh, didn't the war of two years ago sweep through the Setar? I heard that Erwinia was in a mess at that time, and Count Werther, Samaras, the illegitimate son of Setar, was still a baron, and the Regent of Unocal, Lancais, was in a scuffle. The native Wood Elf guard listened with great interest, and couldn't help but start bragging about it, "At that time, I was almost sent to the front by Earl Witt. ”

"Shhhh These things are in the past, so it's better not to mention them. Also, don't mention the name of the bastard Samaras, I am a defeated warrior who has seen Samaras kill himself in the bushes. His name is a taboo. By the way, I don't really have a crush on Nildagang, you snow ghosts killed many of my brothers during that civil strife! The Wood Elf guard from Sattar looked sad, "Just begging Frese to let this happen again, the war is terrible." ”

"Didn't you kill a lot of our snow ghosts too?" The middle-aged Wood Elf guard was a little unhappy, and he regretted that he had shifted the conversation to these sensitive issues.

"In the battle at the Crossroads, when your snow ghosts rushed over like hungry wolves, I was at the back of the line, and the front began to rout, and I fled with the forest in the direction of Sertar without even moving my sword, and I didn't kill the Nilda Gangwood Elves." The Wood Elf guard from Setar waved his hand and sighed, "It's good that I used to run fast. Otherwise, the grass on the mound would have grown three feet tall by now. It's still unclear whether he died. ”

"Is there any way to blame His Majesty Frevice I for dying too suddenly, and it is inevitable that there will be a dispute over the throne." The guard of Nilda Heights sighed and looked out over the snowy hills to the east. Although the snow blurred his vision, he could still see something vaguely, until the ominous premonition rose in his heart, and his face suddenly froze. He lost his composure and slammed the Wood Elf guard from Setar, "Look at what seems to be in that snowy forest to the east?" ”

Once again, a fierce wind blew from the walls of Nildagang, mixed with sharp ice crystals.

The two Wood Elves' lively conversation suddenly came to an abrupt end, and they all looked at the place where Werther had been used to hide the Snowdan Ghost Warriors during his night attack on Nilda Heights, "No, it's not over yet! His Majesty's arrival is just the beginning! Sound the alarm! Sound the alarm! ”

In the only stone formation in the south outside the small village of Nilda Gang in the west, Elder Helger held in his hand a small compass that looked like a small compass carried by the Trian people when they sailed, and the metal pointers in the compass-like object kept swinging, he raised his head, looked in the direction of Nildagang, and sighed, "It has finally come." ”

"Knock, knock, knock" The alarm bell rang for a while, and the dull bell shook the snow wind, and this southern city was completely awakened by this long alarm bell for a while!

Sheffield I Wood looked at the direction where the alarm bell rang first, a huge shadow flashed in the heavy snow, a chill and wind poured into his mind, he couldn't help but retreat to the bedroom window, and shouted loudly outside the dormitory, "Commander of the Forbidden Army, take my sun and moon scimitar!" Put on the Wood Elf King Armor for me now! It's Dagang! It's coming! ”