The hurried winter season has made the temperature in the northern part of the kingdom even colder, especially in the area near the Lenwall Mountains, where the howling cold wind is everywhere, freezing everything.

Halfway up the mountain, the cold wind blew fine blonde hair, and Modrian looked at the dilapidated sentry in front of him with a surprised face, the already collapsed earth-rammed city wall had been gradually repaired after the four figures continued to appear.

Mage?

Such an idea suddenly popped into Modrian's mind, he did not expect that the four war stonemasons summoned this time were all engineers who favored the mage system.

In other words, the name of the Karadimos continent is a support-type earth mage.

Modri quietly looked at the busy 4 war stonemasons, the rammed walls of the earth rammed re-stood outside the sentry under the effect of the spell, this was the second time he had seen the spell effect, in the memory fragment, different from the knight's power system.

Mages are one of the rarer transcendent professions on the continent of Karadimos, and they are more focused on the accumulation of knowledge and the development of the spirit than knights who explore the inside of the body.

In the system of mages, mages can rely on their own spiritual power and knowledge to leverage the active energy factors of the world.

Even with enough knowledge and psychic power to carry, they can unleash terrifying powers that alter the natural environment or change the outcome of a war.

This is a group of learned and wise men who pursue the truth of the world with their paranoid personalities, and as a result, there are very few people who have the talent to become mages, but all of them are people who are favored by the world.

Putting his thoughts away, Modrian recalled the first time he had seen the effect of the spell, which was the ice shield released by the death face of death when Darius slew the Glorious Knight of the Geoffrey family, derived from the fixed spell of the magic item.

"Perhaps, many people never thought that I would come to the town of Irwindale alive!" Modrian looked at Darius at his side, a faint smell of blood lingering through his nose.

"Disappointed? Don't worry, I'll still live a good life and live like you hate! ”

The whisper slowly dissipated halfway up the mountain with the howling cold wind.

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

A crescent moon hung in the air, a faint moon halo reflected the pale snow, and a few shadows appeared under the hazy treetops, crouching like wild beasts, as if searching for something.

In the quiet of the night, except for the howling cold wind, there would be occasional whispers, talking about their own exploration gains, until they saw a little coagulated blood staining the snow.

The soft stillness of the night was disturbed by the sound of hurried and chaotic footsteps, and several shadows clustered around a clearing, and the eyes came into view of the falling leaves falling into a large pool of blood frozen like a stream, and three broken corpses entangled in a few broken oak trees.

"Dead?"

The tall figure was draped in a dark blue cloak, and the chainmail war horse that stepped down trembled slightly, and the front hooves were stepping on the snow restlessly, and the cold and low voice sounded at the right time.

"Yes, the Maltz chieftain, the three sentinels, have the strength of a knight's squire, and all of them were killed by the opponent's single blow."

On the pale snow, there were five figures half-kneeling, allowing the cold wind to blow and not affect the slightest.

"In addition to our sentinels, our subordinates also found the existence of another force not far away, who is also dead."

"Interesting!"

The tall man known as Maltz was teasing a blue jackdaw on his shoulder, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his cold face when he heard his subordinate's words.

"It seems that there are other forces that have taken a fancy to the target, but the guy next to the target has good strength, and he has the extraordinary strength to step into the knight, and it is really worth my shot."

Hiss!

The sound of flesh tearing apart sounded, Malz Wells frowned, looked down at the blue jackdaw, and the slightly trembling thin body told that its patience had been exhausted by hunger, and the blood flowed on the beak of the bird, and a piece of flesh on the shoulder was missing, revealing a red wound.

"Hungry? Then go and enjoy the food. ”

Jackdaws, one of the carnivorous birds endemic to the northern part of the Stoke Kingdom, are cunning and live in cold regions all year round, and love carnivorous, especially the corpses that have just died.

"Arrange it, all the sentries are scattered, and be sure to find the trace of the target." Maltz Wells commanded coldly as he watched the jackdaws disappear into the night.

"Yes, Chief Maltz!" The kneeling figure replied respectfully, and then immediately led his subordinates to disappear into the snow.

Silence reigned around Maltz, who bowed his head silently and pulled out a rough silver necklace from his neck, a glimmer of warmth flashing in his cold eyes.

"The Jeffrey family, I hope your promise works, I've prayed many times, if you disappoint me again............"

The faint moonlight filled the night, and at some point, dozens of blue shadows like running wolves shuttled through the vast snow, they were purposefully looking for traces.

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

The dim magic light flickered, and a clumsy old figure swooped down on the heavy desk copying something, and the table was strewn with a few pieces of parchment, densely covered with leather.

Putting down the black quill and blowing on the ink that had not dried, the old man massaged his tired eyes and carefully scanned the translated parchment information.

"Modrian Perris, the Pioneer Knights, from the Perris family of the Kingdom of Stoke.... Well? ”

The old man seemed to see some surprised information, and retrieved an open copy from the scattered parchment, silently comparing the contents.

"Sure enough, it's Brooke Perris, the master of the Crimson Shield Legion, who has repeatedly blocked the Empire's military operations deep into the hinterland." There was a little more hatred in the depths of the old man's eyes, and he remembered the memories of the passing years.

"I didn't expect your heir to come to the town of Irwindale to open up a territory, isn't the knighthood granted to you still satisfying your desires?"

The old hands carefully rolled up the parchment, the wrinkled skin looked white and transparent in the light, and the old man smiled inexplicably.

"However, I don't need to do it, hehe, the Jeffrey family invited the wolf thief Jackdaw to do it, this is a big deal, I think you will soon hear the bad news, just like the door of our broken souls and sorrows."

Jackdaws, one of the most powerful wolf thieves in the northern Stoke Kingdom, are synonymous with brutality and slaughter, and they roam the northern cold in hordes, never escaping death for merchants and travelers who are targeted.

The rumored leader of the jackdaws, Maltz Wells, has a brutal and ruthless personality, is a transcendent knight who has been in the knighthood stage for many years and is good at raising birds and jackdaws.

It can be said that the Jackdaws are completely famous in the northern part of the Stoke Kingdom with the reputation of Malz Wells, and the character of the leader determines that the temperament of this wolf thief team is cold and bloodthirsty, and they have caused many sensational and cruel incidents.

A raging undercurrent has begun to flow, not only in the town of Irwindale, but also in the Lenwall Mountains.