Barony Snowdown, who was stationed north of Nilda Ridge in Erwinnia, was still covered in goose feathers, although it was past the Wood Elves' Summer Harvest and autumn was just around the corner. But the snow and ice here show no signs of melting. The temper of the wood elves of Snowdown, whether soldiers or civilians, is exactly the same as the polar scenery, violent and calm, and it is no wonder that this is the first place where the term snow ghost originated.

The Stone House, Lord of the Barony of Snowdan, is located in the center of the town, and it is a fairly magnificent original stone building. Its eaves were covered with ice, and the thick layer of snow on the roof was still a heavy burden on the sturdy lord's stone house, and this thick snow covered the roof of the lord's stone house all year round, turning the original angular roof of the stone house into a snail shell made of ice and snow, as if it was in danger of collapsing at any time. The cedar trees outside the stone house were also bent over by the snow, but even so, the tenacious life was still living and growing tenaciously like the wood elves who lived in Snowdham all year round.

Snowdown's Baron Werther lives in this lord's stone house, and the decoration in the stone house is also very rough, around the wall around seven decorative panels hung with the heads of seven snow wolves, the severed wolf skin is spread on the ground and then extended to a spacious stone seat, even the stone seat is also covered with a giant white wolf skin, the fur of this Snowdaunt wolf king is the best proof of Witt's glory, The deliberate lack of stitching on the back of the giant white wolf's skin is a good record of Werther's heroic deeds of slaying the wolf king with a single knife - he is the king of the snow wolf king, and because of this, he earned the nickname of the wood elves in Snowdown, the prince of Erwinia, the baron of Snowdown, and the 'king of wolves', so that if it weren't for the handwriting from his royal brother, he would have almost forgotten his full name, Witt Forrest Horter.

In the lord's stone house, on both sides of the wolf skin covered on the ground, there are many officers with snow ghosts, they are waiting for the protagonist who summons them to meet, their shoulders are all draped in the wolf skin scarf that represents honor, and the snow bright wood elf scimitar knife is pressed in their hands, although the number of officers is almost a dozen, but the quiet in the lord's stone house is only the sound of Werther's steady footsteps.

All the officers solemnly looked at Baron Werther, who was walking towards the white wolf king's leather paving stone seat, and although Werther had the blood of the Elwinian Hort royal family in his body, his appearance was completely different from that of his brother Frevice II, Baron Wood of Sheffield, and his stepbrother Samarath. A pair of eyes with dark blue shiny eyes above the conspicuous two protruding cheekbones, two thick lips supported by the angular warrior-shaped chin, and the straight bridge of the nose was like an iceberg. He looked like an ice sculpture of Snowddown. His expression is fierce and calm, and he is extremely heroic in his bones, but his character is very violent.

"Your Excellency." The officers of the snow ghosts all knelt on one knee the moment Werther sat down on the white wolf king's leather stone seat, like the ghosts in a ritual worship.

"I have summoned you here today to announce my decision. My brother has returned to the forest of Forrestal. His youngest son was too young to govern the kingdom of the Wood Elves, and Rancaith was just an outsider, but now he became the regent of Elvenia and usurped all of Unocal's rights. The bloodline of our Al T family is at stake, so I have decided to take over the Unocal Royal City of my deceased brother as the King of the Elvenian Wood Elves in this situation, and replace the nursing baby left behind by the royal brother. Two white breaths erupted from Werther's nostrils, his hands clenched into fists hard, and slammed on the armrest of the stone seat, his shining dark blue eyes looked around at the officers under the seat, and said slowly, "Fellow officers of the Snow Ghost, you are all my right-hand man of Werther. I would like to hear your views on my decision. ”

"It is entirely up to His Excellency the Baron to decide, and we are proud to follow your blade. Good luck on your throne! The officers of the snow ghosts replied in unison, and the answers were surprisingly unanimous.

"Good. I just love the way you soldiers with the title of Snow Ghosts do things. I've been to many places in Erwinia, and Sheffield's Wood Elves are weak and worthless, and Setar's Wood Elves are cunning and contrived, typical cowards. Unocal's Wangcheng Wood Elves only know how to hook and fight, except for the unicorn silver helmet on the head of the forbidden army among them, which also has a bit of ancestral heritage, although the wood elves of Nilda Gang are similar to our Snowdang Wood Elves' living habits, they are too conservative. Only our Snowdan Wood Elves are the real snow ghosts, brave and tenacious, and even though the climate here is very harsh, we still defeat the vast ice and snow, and defeat the wolves in the snowfield. There's nothing to be careful about in Erwinia, I need you to gather all the Wood Elf warriors of Snowdahn now, the snow ghosts who want to enjoy the taste of blood, and our first battle is to take down the southern lands guarded by the incompetent guardians, Nilda Heights! Werther's deep blue eyes were turbulent, and he rose from his stone seat, drew his saber, and raised his arms in shouting.

"King of wolves! Leader of Snowdan! Long live Your Majesty in Erwinia! The officers' cries were louder and louder, and even the snow on the roofs was trembling slightly. The cold wind was cold, the ice and snow were raging, and the only thing that could not be stopped was the enthusiasm of the Snowddown Wood Elves. For the Snow Ghost Warriors of Snowdown, the war that is about to begin is a fun hunting sport.

The stone walls of Nilda Ridge, the southern city of Elwinia, blew the bitter snow and frost wind, and the cedar forests outside the city were only blinding snow white, and the city was covered in thick snow and fog.

Taking advantage of the thick snow fog and the cover of darkness, a strange restlessness began in the cedar forest, and the whistling snow wind had long drowned out the restless sound of the cedar forest.

The Wood Elf guards of Nildagon were drowsy, and they only dreamed that all sorts of Forrester had stripped them of their souls, and after a sudden sharp pain, they lost consciousness permanently, and even their dreams became fragmented, and there was a crackling sound outside the city walls from time to time, like the rolling of snow pigs outside the city—nothing more than normal.

Under the torch hanging outside the pillars of the house in the city, the ghost shadow and the whirring wind were surging sneakily, and a loud 'squeak' was suddenly heard at the city gate, and the loud sound finally cut through the whirring wind, and the torches suddenly lit up inside and outside the city. The leader rode a snow-white, long-haired war horse and carried a scimitar shining like the moon, and he shouted loudly to turn this strange pre-dawn darkness into a blood-drenched reality, which was obviously no longer a dream.

"Kill!" A thunderous shout suddenly erupted inside and outside the city.

"What the hell is going on!" The guards of Nilda Heights were sleepy-eyed and rolled up from their soft beds.

"Kill!" The terrifying shouts of slaughter were approaching, as if at the foot of the guardrooms of the city walls where these city guards of Nilda Gang were located.

"Enemy attack!" The Wood Elf City Guards of Nilda Gang finally realized that something was wrong, and for a moment they were in a hurry. Messed with all kinds of weapons.

The leader in the light of the torches was none other than Snowdown's Baron Werther, who rode a snow-white long-haired warhorse, wielded the shining scimitar, and painted his face with the war streak of a snowy ghost, and rode first to the longhouse of the city guardian of Nildagang. His horse was so fast as lightning that even the wood elf sentries guarding the longhouse of the Guardian of Nilda Gang didn't have time to react, and the moment Werther approached the longhouse, he was slashed to the ground by a wave of strange sword light from Werther.

"Snowdown's enemy attack! The Ghost of the Snow and the King of the Wolves have entered Nildagang! "One of the Nilda Gangwood Elf soldiers recognized the intruder on a snow-white long-haired warhorse, and he saw Werther as if he had seen the legendary Grim Reaper, and he turned to flee, but Werther did not intend to give him any chance to escape.

Witt quickly put away the blade, quickly untied the longbow from behind, twisted the arrow of the wood elf in the quiver carried on his waist, and the continuous action was simply completed in a short time, and the arrow shot from the back of the bow accurately hit the back of the fleeing man's neck, and the fleeing wood elf fell in response, and was immediately covered by falling snow and ice.

On the city wall, the panicked Wood Elf City Guard didn't even put on the rattan wood armor, so they hurriedly ran out of the city wall guard room, and the Snowddown snow ghosts under the city had already drawn the bowstring with their longbows, aiming at the door of the city wall guard room that was suddenly pushed open, and after a bang, these Wood Elf city guards of Nilda Gang completely became hedgehogs full of arrows and planted from the city wall.

Werther was already followed by a group of snow ghosts, but he was in no hurry to order these loyal Snowdaunt Wood Elf warriors to charge directly into the Guardian Longhouse. He threw his whip to one of the snow ghosts, and immediately turned over and dismounted, "You fence off this guard's longhouse, and I will personally find out the garrison commander here." I remember he once spat on me. Now it's time for revenge. ”

"Yes. Excellency! The snow ghosts of Snowddown shouted in unison, "Go, surround here." Not a single Nilda Gangwood Elf can be released! ”

Witt stopped in front of the Guardian's Longhouse, looking at the eaves of the Guardian's Longhouse with a triumphant smile, and suddenly he looked at the gate of the Guardian's Longhouse, and suddenly raised his foot and kicked the wooden door, and broke straight in, only in front of him were the two nervous Wood Elf warriors of Nilda Gang and the Commander of the Nilda Gang who was still wearing a nightgown and had forgotten where to put his weapons.

"You, you Baron of Snowdan. King of Wolves! The garrison commander of Nilda Gang looked so frightened that even his nightgown couldn't help shaking. The two Wood Elf warriors beside him threw away the Wood Elf scimitar in their hands and knelt on the ground silently.

"Cartel. You once spat on me, I still remember it deeply. Werther stuck out his tongue, licking the blood from his saber.