It is a valley covered with snow and ice.

There are more than a dozen snow-white tents in the cleared col, and occasionally a shadow or two falls from the top of the valley, bringing with it gusts of wind howling.

In the largest tent in the center, the red stove exuded a blazing smell, but this temperature could not dispel the cold and fear that Kitty had sunk into his heart at the moment.

"Kittidal, I've heard of your name, and you have a lot of popularity in the imperial capital." The middle-aged man sitting on the main seat said lightly, his long dark purple hair was scattered over his shoulders, and the aura of majesty like a prison shrouded the tent.

"So, can you tell me what caused only three reconnaissance teams to be left, and all the others to be missing?"

A fine cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and Kitty opened her mouth to explain the reason, but found that there was no explanation.

The maps kept by the Ice Dwarves are sure that there are no problems, because the exploration of a few years ago has yielded a little gains, and the great masterpiece of the Ice Dwarves, the Ice Fortress, has also been discovered.

Wait a minute........ Kitty seemed to think of something, and he immediately looked at the young man on the left, Firan Balas, the gifted man with whom he had explored the Ice Dwarf Fortress.

"Your Welsh Crown, I suspect an attack by the forces occupying the fortress of Lakstak, and His Highness Firan can prove it to me."

Seeing Kitty's pleading eyes, Philan thought for a moment and said softly, "It is very likely that Baron Modrian's hand did it." ”

He recalled the time when he fought side by side in the fortress of Lakstak, and apart from Baron Modrian, the two followers under his command left a deep impression on him, and they were definitely no less talented than him, and even faintly more powerful.

In the time that followed, Firan witnessed the rise of Modrian, set off several storms in the Stoke Kingdom, and accomplished many things that nobles had dreamed of all their lives, becoming a nobleman in a powerful territory.

"Uncle Wales, this is also the reason why my father's side will arrange for you to come over this time, the threat set by the Emperor's ** Intelligence Department to Valoran is very high."

"Valoran Collar! I've heard that after the upheaval in Limentanlu, rumors spread that there might be a legendary powerhouse behind this barony. Wales' eyes half-narrowed, and a looming coercion permeated the tent.

Welsh Baras, a legendary powerhouse of the Elanfaro Empire, is also a dragon knight, and leads the Silver Dragon Knights of the Southern Legion of the Elanfaro Empire.

[Silver Dragon Knights: Every Silver Dragon Knight is the most talented genius of the Alan Faro Empire, they are extremely good at airspace combat, and they are the most elite ace legions of the Southern Legion of the Alan Faro Empire. 】

"Yes, Your Majesty of Wales, the MI agents confirm that." Perhaps sensing that things had taken a turn for the better, Kitty spoke quickly, hoping to clear himself of some responsibility.

"Go down, I hope there will be no more mistakes in the rest of the plan." Wales waved his hand and motioned for Kitty to stand down, and then he turned to look at Phelan, his majestic face softening.

When Kitty heard this, she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, glanced at Her Highness Firan gratefully, and immediately left the oppressive tent.

He knew very well that this time, with the full support of the Ice Temple and the Grand Duke of Baras behind him, the re-resumption of the trip to the Loenwall Mountains was related to his future career in the MIA.

Because of the serious defeat last time, His Highness Fei Lan was seriously injured, which made him completely lose his position in the military intelligence department.

And if it weren't for the summons of His Royal Highness Fei Lan this time, he might choose to leave the MI and look for a relatively stable and wealthy job again.

Therefore, he was very well prepared, not only did Yan Xing torture those ice and snow dwarves to determine the construction of the Lakstar Fortress, but also contacted the senior spies of the Military Intelligence Department in the Stoke Kingdom to obtain information about the Valoran Territory.

However, fate is always full of twists and turns, and Kitty's scouting plan has already lost a lot before it can begin, so he has to face the accountability of the Welsh crown.

Smack! Smack!

The flames in the furnace were blazing, warming the clean and tidy tent, and the silence fell after Kitty left.

"Fei Lan, do you have any suggestions for the next plan?" Wales was the first to break the silence, looked at his nephew in front of him, and asked.

At this moment, Fei Lan was no longer what he used to be, and a crimson trace crossed from the left eyebrow to the right corner of his mouth, directly destroying the handsome and handsome face.

This scar could have been healed by any priest of the Ice Temple, but Fei Lan stubbornly kept it, and he wanted to commemorate his defeat and urge himself.

"Uncle, this time it's you as the commander, don't worry about me so much." Firan said with a wry smile, his brown hair falling down in front of his forehead, he stretched out his right hand and gently touched the hideous scar on his face, and the figures of Bobbi and Zai appeared in his pupils.

Whispering inwardly, "I said we would meet again, and then I would take off your head and hang it in front of the Ice Temple."

"Haha!" Wales laughed at this, diluting some of the silence.

"The level of threat given by the MI is correct, but time waits for no one, and I feel that there is an inexplicable change on the other side of the Lenwall Mountains, which seems to be caused by the turmoil in the kingdom."

"I decided to go straight and destroy all obstacles with thunder!"

For the sake of this trip to the Lomwall Mountains, for the sake of Filan, the most outstanding genius in the history of the Barras family, he mobilized a number of Silver Dragon Knights from the Southern Legion to assist.

"Tell me to go down, rest for three moments, and attack the Lakstar Fortress!"

"Yes!" Fei Lan stood up and said respectfully, and quickly left the tent.

......................

The blue sky was cloudy, and the cold wind blew through the depths of the Lenwall Mountains, rolling up snowflakes, whistling and rolling, covering the snow-white jungle.

Timo raised his head slightly, watching the changes in the sky at this moment, his beige face was slightly solemn, and it seemed that an inexplicable aura was spreading.

None of this can hinder him, though, it's food time and he needs to refuel.

Teemo removed the dark green basket behind him, shook his cute head, and smiled as he pulled out a blue rice cake and a bottle of mead made by the fat guy of Gulagas himself, for which he paid for his hard-earned golden shield.

Interestingly, Valoran Collar once had a story about how if you want to be friends with Teemo, you have to toast with Teemo in his favorite tavern.

The blue rice cake was down, Timo took a sip of sweet wine, his beige face flushed slightly, and then he immediately put away the mead, and after replenishing his energy, he had to be vigilant enough for the next task.

However, before he could finish cleaning up, a low roar came from the depths of the mountains...........