After leaving Poimbulu, Salamane reported to Estheus 1510 what he had gathered about Ismolola.

Despite the fact that he had been in the tavern for nearly a month, the information he had heard was very limited, and no one, including the tavernkeeper, had ever heard of the awkward name.

Salaman bought the best glass of wine for each of the tavern drinkers and clinked glasses with them one by one, but the drinkers just shook their heads when they put them down, indicating that they knew nothing about Ismorola.

Salamane found nothing for the first three days, but on the evening of the fourth day, a ragged peasant walked into the tavern.

He must have walked a long way, and a thick layer of frost formed between his sad brows. He didn't order a drink, but stood humbly in the corner, pleading in a low and hopeless voice to save his village, which had been threatened by bandits.

But the farmer couldn't even name him, except that he was far to the east, at the end of the ice stream.

As soon as the peasants finished speaking, everyone shook their heads: they had never heard of such a remote village in the north, the end of the ice flow?

That was almost at the edge of the Misty Mountains, where would anyone really live, living next to the barbarians?

Moreover, the fact that this peasant was able to reach Poimpur from such a remote place unharmed was either favored by the god of archers, or it was an insidious trap that lured the mercenaries overflowing with sympathy into the murderous snowfield.

Salamane was also a little suspicious of the peasant's identity, but he was concerned about the task entrusted to him by Estheu, so he kept an eye on it.

In the second half of the night, someone finally agreed to the peasants' demands. It was a down-and-out mercenary, dressed in cheap armor, a tight cordena hazed around his waist, the tail of which had been scattered into a brush, apparently used a lot.

Salaman, who had dealt with him the other day, had only come to the tavern late at night, ordered two large glasses of the cheapest and most bitter ale, and slowly drank it alone before leaving.

It is said that this man was previously an instructor in Oldenburg, but was dismissed by Count Arnolds for some reason.

His presence made the peasants almost weep, and the two men left the city through the east gate of Poinbru overnight, braved the heavy snow and walked in the direction of Oldenburg, after which they were never heard from again.

The former instructor never showed up again. But in the days that followed, it became a big news.

A talkative scholar came to the tavern, heard the drinkers talking about it, and said, "The end of the ice flow?" Isn't that Ismorola? I thought the village had been removed from Livingston's territory, but I didn't expect it to be populated. Salaman wanted to ask more, but unfortunately the scholar only knew so much.

"The End of the Ice Stream...... Estheu spreads out a yellowed parchment scroll, a manuscript of maps from the reign of Gregory III, courtesy of the Royal Academy.

The name of the river that originated in the Far East, flowed into the Inland Sea via the Frost Bridge, and separated Poynbru from Barranli, was named Ice Flow.

On this map, Ismolola is located at the junction of the Ice Flow and the Misty Mountains. If you remove the climatic factor, the geographical environment is quite superior, and you can eat mountains and water, but you still have to deal with the barbarians and exiled bandits in the misty mountains, and the villagers without armed forces are obviously the weakest party among them.

If the farmer hadn't forged his identity, Ismolola might not have become a word that existed only on old maps.

It's just that Escho is a little worried in his heart, after so many days, Ismolola may have become a stronghold of bandits when he arrives.

The weather conditions along the way were good, and there was no sign of a blizzard. However, after leaving the territory of Oldenburg, the snow field has become a complete lawless land, and even the most daring mercenaries will not rush to hunt here, otherwise it is likely that they will become prey.

The roads had been torn down for years, and swaying figures could be seen on the snowy slopes on either side at any time, probably from a distance as the scouts of the bandits judged from afar whether this somewhat sized force was tasty fat or hard-hitting.

However, the shining heavy armor of the Iron Guard and Dragon Knight was quite intimidating, so they only followed from a distance beyond the range of the crossbow.

Occasionally, a swaggering band of thieves swaggered out to block the way, but neither the scale nor the intensity of Estheu's ambush on the Vaal Snowfield, a few rounds of heavy crossbow volleys turned the rabble to the ground.

However, Eshua did not take it lightly, and did not send men on patrol alone, but in a group of three, wandering within the range of the troops ready to meet him - he had already suffered a loss.

Sometimes Eshyu himself joins the patrols. Soon even the crumbling road was hidden in the heavy snow, and the scout immediately became aware of the presence of the Misty Mountain Barbarians nearby—perhaps the most important difference between them and the ordinary bandits was their gray-and-white leather robes, their rudimentary weapons, and their strong and deadly hostility to anyone outside of the Misty Mountains.

The robbers could still rationally weigh the gap between themselves and the regular army, but how could the barbarians of the Misty Mountains care about this?

Even without the leadership of the Wolf of Omen, they would dare to wield the sharpened branches and leg bones to blast the battled Boinbru, let alone this isolated force in the snowfield?

After the two sides looked at each other, the cold and silent snowfield suddenly had a bloody and lively atmosphere, and the barbarians attacked Eshu and his party as a tribe, and even formed a scattered gray tide to surround them from all directions.

Although it was not a big threat, it severely slowed down the speed of the procession, and forced everyone away from the avenue, and they could only fight along the frozen ice stream and continue east.

Fortunately, Hephasto's craftsmen were not weak logisticians, and they took the initiative to stand on the front line when the Iron Guard and Dragon Knight were exhausted, which greatly relieved the pressure on the troops.

The two sides fought for another hour near the ice stream, and the Misty Mountain tribe suffered heavy casualties, and almost all of them on Eshu's side were also hung up.

They hadn't been attacked since, and Esher guessed that the Misty Mountain barbarians in the area might have been wiped out.

This saves a lot of trouble. Eshy surveyed the surrounding terrain and marked a rough location on the map, perhaps one day when he had time to come back here to harvest the frozen nose and make another profit while the bounty hunt season was over.

Although they had strayed far from the main road after the turmoil, Esshu was not worried about them getting lost in the snowy fields, and on either side of him, misty mountains and ice streams stretched out over the vast snowfields, and the junction of mountains and rivers beyond the horizon was where his fiefdom was located.