"Anything else?"

"Please answer your questions." Lista handed over the report, "The subordinates do not understand the motives of the Iron Arm to withdraw the troops. ”

"Indeed, this victory is incredible," the middle-aged man flipped through the confidential information from the Western Front, as if he were talking to himself, and his face was like an ice sculpture without any expression as he thought. "The beginning of spring is imminent, and in order to cope with the invasion tide of the new year in the Misty Mountains, the supply lines of the whole country are converging on me, and as time goes by, the rations on the western front will only become more and more tight. Siggimond could not have been unaware of this. It should have been Ivanles who made a strange move to force him to withdraw his troops - I didn't think the old guy still had some skills. He gave a bland compliment.

"Lista, take the military map of the Western Front."

A large, detailed military map spreads out on the table, revealing the full extent of the Hall Hills, a modest area that resembles a bridge between Livingston and Fieldsway, with Iron Oak Fort and Dragonguard at the north and south ends. The middle-aged man's fingers started from Frost Hill, slid slowly from north to south, and then abruptly deflected in the middle, stopping briefly at the location of Silver Lake Town for a while, and then rising like lightning and resolutely landing on Pohulaban. "I see." The middle-aged man is concise and to the point.

"My lord, I didn't understand it, and I didn't understand it." Lista said honestly.

"If you don't understand, it's not a good idea. It is nothing more than sending a few teams of mercenaries with strength and courage to infiltrate Fieldsway and attack the supply convoys one after another - of course, it is also possible to destroy Siggimond's logistics base, otherwise Sigimund's withdrawal would not have been so decisive. If it was the latter, the old fellow's luck was as good as ever, and he was able to pick up the treasure in the miscellaneous Silver Lake Town. The middle-aged man rolled up the map and stuffed it into Lista's arms, "If you still don't understand, take it back and look at it slowly." ”

Lista saluted, grabbed the map and prepared to leave. Suddenly, the door was slammed open, and a snow-covered sentry stumbled in, nearly knocking Lista to the ground behind it. "Urgent report on the Eastern Front! Omen - The Omen Wolf appears in Ismolola!! His mournful voice hovered over the room like a frightened crow, with a certain ominous aura.

"Smack!" The military map fell off, and Lista's right hand trembled uncontrollably, and when the name shouted out of the sentry's mouth with unparalleled fear, he could feel the blood that passed through the veins of his right hand begin to flow faster, gradually turning into raging magma! The part below his right wrist turned red because of the congestion, as if the skin was no longer flesh, but a raging charcoal fire.

Lista slowly exhaled a mouthful of hot turbidity. After many years, he once again smelled the extremely abominable smell of blood on his right hand.

Omenwolf, the inhabitants of the North have always had an innate fear of the name. Because the appearance of that name often heralds blood and calamity. In ancient oral legends, the main god of the Misty Mountains took the form of a bobcat and leaped from the summit of Mount Vioves to deliver an oracle to its oppressed people. The tribes of the Misty Mountains will unite under the oracle's battle axe, and then sweep through the north like an avalanche.

In 199, the first generation of Omenwolf was born, leading an army of 50,000 to besiege Ryan City for four months. Livingston, who had not yet established a kingdom at the time, poured all his strength into breaking the encirclement and slaughtering the first generation of Omenwolf Ge under the city of Ryan. However, the dark and bloody, as if the four months shrouded in the polar night, had become a nightmare for entire generations of Ryan.

"Lista." Lista heard the middle-aged man's voice like unshakable ice, "Gather the lords of the whole realm and let them bring their most elite armies." Tell them that the season of wolf hunting is coming. ”

……

Viscount Ivanles stood in the cold wind, facing the frozen inland sea, and the black squirrel swayed in the hunt. Esher and Kia stood silently beside the old man. Not far away, Gal Bod and Wren stared nervously at the place, not that they did not want to follow, but they were severely stopped by Viscount Ivanles.

"It's been a long time since I've been to Silverlake to see the sea, and the wind here is much gentler than the shore on the other side of Finbrai. It's a pity that it's not summer, there are no soaring petrels, and there are no sparkling waves. The old man sighed softly, "The last time I was here, it was forty years ago. I was accompanied by a few other friends, but now I'm the only one left. He turned his head and smiled apologetically at the two people behind him, "When people get older, they are inevitably sad about old things. ”

"Lord Viscount is willing to share old things with us, and to some extent believes in us." Kea coped with rhetoric as he pondered the intentions of Viscount Ivanles.

"No, I don't believe you." The old man calmly and honestly, "You are too suspicious to be outstanding. Mr. Barandoke is incredibly strong, and Mr. Kisia's military prowess puts me to shame even as a veteran—" He turned to Kia, his eyes slightly mocking, "I don't look like an adventurer who has made the world a home to you." These are not qualities that can be cultivated by an ordinary aristocratic origin. ”

Kia was silent, letting the cold wind blow away a drop of cold sweat that slipped down his forehead.

"The Viscount wants to find out what we do?" Eshua spoke with a complacent expression.

"No, everybody has a right to keep his own secrets. I also don't have a hobby of snooping. But I'm worried that your secrets will bring more unnecessary turmoil to Livingston. It's just that you still have three weeks left in your employment contract, and if you force you to terminate the contract, I can't afford to pay a penalty that is higher than the commission. Viscount Ivanles smiled, "So I came up with a compromise." ”

"What do you mean, Lord Viscount?"

"I want you to swear," Viscount Ivanles turned, looking meaningfully at Estheau, "to remain loyal to Livingston for the remaining three weeks." ”

"Okay, I swear by my name." Without hesitation, Eshu raised his right hand.

"No," said the old man's gaze, as dark as a deep well, "I want you to swear in the name of your parents. ”