East of Talon Carat Fort, Vaal Snow Field.

It was late at night, and the strong men in white wolf skins silently crossed the empty Livingston official road and headed towards the Misty Mountains, as orderly as wolves. The man and his giant wolf walked at the front of the line, the axe casually in their hands. The faint starlight vaguely illuminated his expressionless face, rigid and gloomy.

The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and a burly black horse galloped from the north. The rider on horseback was also dark, and the starlight cast on his hideous armor seemed to fall into the abyss. Man and horse were like a black mountain that was rapidly approaching the group. The wolf became alert, arching its back and letting out a low roar.

"It's fine." The man stopped, bent down to reassure the wolf. By this time the horse was no more than twenty paces away from him, and when he straightened up, the horse's hoof, which was as great as a bowl, trampled heavily before him, with a thunderous thud, and then came to a standstill. Snowflakes splashed on the man's bare chest. "Your Excellency, the Lord Priest has been waiting in front for a long time."

The man dusted his chest disapprovingly: "This is the rule of your Pande people?" Very interesting. and others will also send a message. "He was so close to the horse's head that his view was almost completely obscured. So the man didn't look up at the rider, but just stared at the swarthy head of the horse. But the steed kept trying to avoid the man's gaze, and his head swayed unnaturally. Impatiently, the man reached out and pinched the horse's jaw, forcing it to meet his own eyes. Fear almost broke through the horse's eyes, but it did not dare to struggle, but only knelt down its front hooves and neighed in submission and flattery. The rider was unguarded and almost fell down the horse's back. He reacted quickly, began to adjust his posture the moment he lost his balance, and finally stepped on the stirrups and flipped off the horse's back with ease. But no sooner had his foot hit the ground than a thick palm grabbed his shoulder, and for a moment the rider thought his right arm was going to be snapped off by the other man's fingers, and he could feel his shoulder armor twisting and deforming under the impact of the strange force, and finally froze into the shape of his shoulder. "And here, the wolves have their own rules." The man said coldly, "Don't try anything to provoke the head wolf." His fingers were further retracted, and the tips of his fingertips pierced the metal surface. The rider let out a short, scream, and fine cold sweat covered his forehead.

"Don't take it as an example." The man let go of his hand, and the rider fell limply into the snow. Five clear holes appeared in his shoulder, and blood was gushing out. The giant wolf became agitated, but he never dared to cross in front of the man. "Let's go." The man patted the wolf on the head and stepped past the still trembling horse, the strong men silently following him.

……

"Although I don't know the specific process, it should be a hearty hunt." Meldra sat by the campfire with a jar of wine at his feet. He scooped a glass of wine from the jar and greeted the man. "Defeating more than 20 times the size of the army, this brilliant result deserves to be remembered by history."

"No, it's the opposite, it's very boring. And war and hunting are two different things, you confuse them. The man didn't come near the campfire, "Your man says you've been waiting for me for a long time?" What's up? ”

"It's time to go." Meldrey stared at the man, the firelight throbbing in his iron-gray pupils, his old face seemed to be dozens of years younger because of it, "It's time to release the lads of the tribe from the depths of the Misty Mountains." ”

"Oh?" The man was unmoved, "Why now?" ”

"Pull a hair and move the whole body. The heroic deeds of the Divine Envoy should now be sung at Lord Livingston's round table. They will soon march their army into the Vaal Snow Fields. Before they open their way to Poimpur and regain control of the eastern part of the North, we're going to have the lads nail them here. ”

"So who's in charge? Are you or me? ”

"Neither." Meldrey smiled, "I'm here to invite the Divine Envoy to come with me to Poynbru. The commander of the front line was someone else. He clapped his hands, and a black knight silently stood out of the darkness that could not be illuminated by the fire, "This is my proud student Sekabe. He will be in charge of directing the sniping of Livingston. ”

"No way." The man's refusal followed Meldere's voice, "I'm going to crush the Raven Man myself." ”

"Whether it's in the formulation of strategy or in the execution of tactics, the Divine Envoy must be present in Boimbre." Meldere's attitude was still respectful, but his tone was unquestionable, "The Divine Envoy must have not forgotten the specific content of the oracle on the Holy Mountain. ”

The man was silent for a long time: "What do you want me to do?" ”

"I just want God to make your presence in Boynbru, and that's enough." "And your Honorary Escort will remain in the Vaal Snow Plain." It was not easy to command an army of more than 50,000 men, not that Sekabo was incompetent, but that he had no hope in the Misty Mountains and could not convince the people. And the gods and the adults below, the only ones who can make the Misty Mountain tribe willing to follow are the honorary guards of the adults. They will be an excellent command unit. ”

The man nodded, stretched out his hand to summon an honorary guard, and pointed at Sekabe: "From now on, you will obey his orders as you follow me." ”

The strong man patted the wolf skin on his shoulder vigorously, turned around and yelled a few words loudly at the other strong men in the Misty Mountain dialect. The brawny men responded with a roar and slapped the wolfskin on their shoulders. "Alright, now they're under your command." The man turned to him and said, "Tell me what I'm going to do in Pointbrum?" Do you want me to lead the attack on Boimble? ”

"Yes, but only after the Battle of the Vaal Snow Field has officially begun. Boimbru could not have fallen too soon, nor could he have fallen too late. too early to effectively hit morale; Too late, the other party is psychologically prepared, and it may even be counterproductive. For this—" he looked at Secab, "the certainty of this degree is up to you." You should step back with the Honor Guard, and I will have some personal matters with the Divine Envoy. ”

Sekabo nodded: "I will live up to the teacher's expectations!" ”

……

"You trust that student of yours?" The man sat down across from Meldre, "Do you think he really has what it takes to pair up with the Raven Man?" ”

"No," Meldra shook his head, "I just trust my own judgment. Although I had strategically crushed the unsuspecting Livingston, and had the numerical advantage on the frontal battlefield, I couldn't help but feel palpitations at the thought that the person on Ravenston's side who was planning a counteroffensive was Alexis that madman. He played with the wine glass in his hand, "Sekabo is a talented tactician, but he still owes a little bit of fire to play against veterans who have been famous for a long time. ”

"Then how can he hold the Raven Man back?" The man's voice grew colder.

"'Drag' is a negative word. Sekabo was a very fanatical young man, and this fanaticism was reflected not only in his belief in the goddess, but also in his military style. He had never liked to make any elaborate arrangements - in fact, even if they did, it was debatable whether they could be effectively executed with the military qualities of the Misty Mountain tribe. Meldrei stood up, walked over to the man, and held out his withered palm at him, "He doesn't need to confront Alexis, he just needs to release the beast of war from its cage, and he doesn't even have to hold the reins." The rest of the killing, the beast will do it on its own. ”

The man reached out and took Maldere's hand, accepting the kindness of the other maneuver: "Interesting rhetoric. ”

"God has made your lord praise." Meldrey smiled.

"O Boinbru," the man looked up, looking to the far east, "it is said that my people have been broken many times under the high walls of that city, and my predecessor has even had his heart gouged out. His eyes shone with the fierceness of a wolf.

"It would be a great prey."