"The military situation is urgent, so let's skip the polite words." Viscount Ivanles calmly received Estelle's military salute on his horse, "I hope the Baroness can provide some tangible information on the enemy's forces, rather than playing scout games in the Vaal Snow Plains all night." ”

"Yes, there are plenty of raiding squads roaming the Vaal Snowfield, each led by an honorary escort of the Omenwolves. My squad and I paid a terrible price to annihilate one of them. ”

Honorary Guard? Viscount Ivanles' mind suddenly flashed to the sight of those burly figures in white wolf skins wreaking havoc at the forefront of the battlefield, and just thinking about how they tore apart the Guardian's position made his breath stagnant for a moment. No wonder the scout squads failed to return, as the enemy had such a dangerous arrangement in Valsnow...... Viscount Ivanles thought silently. This year's raiding tide is really different from previous years, and it has nothing to do with the birth of the Omenwolf Wolf. Although the previous tide of raiding was menacing, it was just a plate of loose sand poured out of the misty mountains, which was provoked and toyed with by tactics before it collapsed, and it only had considerable deterrent power in terms of scale. Even if you have the Wolf of Omen, it is just a few sharp ice edges mixed in the loose sand, which is nothing more than the risk of cutting the palm of your hand when provoking, but it is never fatal, and it will only make the next time more handy. At that time, the first generation of Omenwolf led the mighty army of the Misty Mountains to take them by surprise under the city of Ryan, when the northern frontier was still the nominal territory of the Pander Empire, but the powerful ministers of the central Great Plains were only interested in intrigue, and pushed the lords of the northern realm into the abyss of despair with nice but cold excuses. Fortunately, they finally survived that dark and brutal period. The Siege of Ryan is an indelible scar in the history of the North, and it hurts every time I mention it. But next to the scar are two magnificent flowers—the predecessor of the Dragon Knights is a group of warriors who spontaneously organized to resist the army of the Misty Mountains, most of whom are civilians without surnames; And the lords of the north also saw the faces of the great nobles of the empire at that time and decided to become independent.

In the northern dialects, the pronunciation of "nemesis" is the same as "whetstone". The Omenwolf and his army of the Misty Mountains are undoubtedly fierce enemies of the North, but they are also diligent whetstones. Each time, they sharpened the blade on the whetstone and cut it off in turn.

But isn't the northern realm the whetstone of the Misty Mountain tribe? The third generation of Omenwolves even allied with heretics and took the initiative to use tactics, first forcibly cutting off the main route to and from Poynbru, and then organizing the honorary guards who had been surrounding the Omenwolves into various raiding squads, constantly cutting out Livingston's ears and eyes out of the Vaal Snow Field. The means are not clever, but no one in the north from top to bottom realizes that the accumulated experience in the past has become a shackle of thinking. The real war had not yet begun, but the scales had already tilted visibly in the hands of a cunning and hidden fox.

"Have you tracked the traces of the enemy's main forces?" Viscount Ivanles pressed back, trying to shake off the pessimism that had been growing in his mind, and all he could do was to concentrate as much as possible on the current war.

"No, the Vaal Snow Plains are flat, and it is difficult to hide an army of tens of thousands. My judgment was that the main force was still entrenched somewhere in the Misty Mountains, so Boudis and I infiltrated the Misty Mountains to find the enemy's main force. ”

"Just the two of you?" Viscount Ivanles glanced at Estelle in surprise, and then relieved, the female knight in front of him was already a well-known bounty hunter long before she was officially entitled, and she had been crawling in the Misty Mountains all year round, and even set a record in the Dragon Knights' points list that made all her male colleagues ashamed of themselves, and her name is still at the top of the list. To others, the Misty Mountains may be a mysterious and treacherous forbidden place, but for this self-made lady who made a fortune by hunting the barbarians of the Misty Mountains, she probably knows as much as she already knows her back garden. "Worthy of the Baroness of Fesdena." He complimented heartily, "So what have you discovered?" ”

"Yes. Although we suffered an avalanche in the mountains and were stranded all night. However, as soon as we got out of trouble this morning, we were hit by a wave of looting, and they drove us out of the Misty Mountains. The preliminary guess is that the enemy's main force should have been hiding on the mountainside, and if you calculate the time, it is time for them to enter the Vaal Snow Field. However, the exact location is not clear, so please be careful. ”

"I see." Viscount Ivan Les nodded, "Very valuable information, now please ask the Baroness to return to her camp quickly and convey this news to the marshal." He rolled over and dismounted, and handed the reins to Estelle. But Esdale actually shook it in the air, and before she could close her five fingers, the horse actually raised its head high, threw the reins from her palm, latched it in the air with its mouth, and handed it back to Viscount Ivanles' hand with a sigh, and at the same time glanced at her very unkindly, and snorted defiantly. Estelle reluctantly withdrew her hand: "It doesn't seem appropriate. ”

"When are you still messing around!" Viscount Ivan scolded with a laugh, but the horse just shook his head. Viscount Ivan had no choice but to hold the horse's head, whisper a few words of persuasion in his ear, and scratch his mane affectionately for it before the war horse reluctantly nodded.

"'Rinfeng' is more afraid of life, so he will react like this, which makes the lady smile. He has good foot and physical strength, and can carry two heavily armed knights, and if you wish to ride with the lieutenant, I can let the dog walk with me. Viscount Ivanles handed the reins back to Estelle and turned to look for Gelbod, but all he could see was a back that was about to merge with the Guardian Legion behind, and a small movement that was imperceptible to pinching the horse's belly.

"It's so hard to ask for, where do you dare to get an inch?" Estelle declined Viscount Ivanles' kindness, turned on her horse, and reached out to pull Boudis onto her horse. "But the Viscount is going to lead the army on foot after that?"

"I'm the commander of the infantry this time, isn't riding a horse beckoning those stray arrows to 'shoot at me'? Although I am old, I am not old enough to think about the horse leather shroud. Viscount Ivanles joked, "Even if the Lady doesn't come, I'll have to fight on foot after that." ”

"In that case, I'll meet the Viscount at the front later." Estelle rode away, her long hair scattered.

"I'm looking forward to playing alongside the Lady." Viscount Ivanles stood in the snow and watched Estelle leave, then his gaze fell on the remains of the dragontooth pine and boulder beside the roadside. Eastelle lightly omitted her experience in the Misty Mountains, but the keywords alone were thrilling enough.

"That's amazing." Viscount Ivanles whispered, "Frost, no wonder you admire this lady, who is almost exactly as your father was when he was younger. ”