This year's snowfall is neither early nor late. The soldiers of the Coalition fortified the barracks into a military fort for the winter. Tents, fuel, and a full stomach are still enough. League soldiers work in small groups around a campfire to keep warm while waiting for the rations cooked on the fire to soften. There was no entertainment, no laughter, silent waiting to have a full stomach.

Tulayan patrolled with his sword, the ice shattering under his riding boots, and the snow staining his hair white. The situation for the Alliance Legions is not very good, and even with supplies, not all of them will survive the winter.

Passing by a tent, a few men in black robes, carrying a man wrapped in a blanket all over, another poor man who did not survive the winter, Tulayan came to inspect the day before yesterday and learned that there was a soldier here who had been injured and feverish, but today he was dead. Continuing his rounds, he had encountered the same situation several times, and he could see that the soldiers were patient, but the officers' patrols of the camp still maintained the discipline of the army.

Tulayan watched as the black-robed men walked out of the camp, where they would bury the dead on a distant hill and give them a prayer. The cult of the Men in Black had recently emerged, starting with a few priests, but by this time it had grown up among the common people with many followers, and Tulayan had heard them preach on loyalty, order, and goodness. As well as helping the Alliance, being more active in fighting the Death Knight than the Alliance's Paladins, the Alliance acquiesced in their existence.

He made a few rounds around the barracks he was in charge of, felt so cold that his task was almost complete, and walked to the command fort to report to the Grand Duke what he had seen today.

Stepping into the gate of the command fort, the pleasant heating suddenly came to his body, and the cold feeling on his body instantly improved.

When the two soldiers saw him coming, they stroked their chests and saluted, and he nodded and crossed the sentry post. The Command Fort is a small stone fortress, the first floor is where the Duke's guards are stationed, and the second floor is where the headquarters is located.

"Tulayan, come in." The Duke shouted.

As Tulayan entered, a pastor was reporting the situation, and he stood by and waited.

"Colonel Facos, Major Wellis, Major Kelly, and Captain Limad are all ill, and I am afraid that I will not be able to command my subordinates for some time. Referral to Hillsbrad may be considered. ”

The Duke of Lothar did not hesitate and immediately revealed the official documents. Officers are the most valuable talents, and those who have been able to become officers have the courage and wisdom to become officers in the bloody battle with the tribe until now, and the future is also the foundation of governing the country.

"The pharmacists of the church think that there may be a disease that is spreading and that we should be on guard. Nothing else, the archbishop asked the duke to take the time to admire the light. ”

"I don't know," the Duke of Lothar nodded, telling the priest to leave first, but not to make a fuss about the plague.

"Tulayan has worked hard, come and sit" Grand Duke Lothar stood from his seat and pulled Tulayan to rest on the sofa.

"How are the soldiers?"

The attendant poured drinks for the two of them.

"This is from the elves, you can taste it, it's very good." The Duke of Lothar said, picking up the cup and taking a sip. Elf's drinks don't contain much alcohol, but they're very comfortable to drink.

Tulayan hesitated to say what was really in his heart, and finally made up his mind.

"The soldiers are not in high spirits, we feel that they are patient, many people are dying every day, and I think we should change that."

The Grand Duke was silent after hearing this, it was not that he was unaware of the situation, and Tulayan thought that the Duke was thinking, so he took his leave first.

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The Kingdom of Kulsalas, the town of White Tower, completes the Grand Tour of the Floating Blank Tower, and stays in the center of the Hubo sky. It is as white as ivory at all times, and has become a place of yearning for many young elves, and legendary deeds will always be sought after. The floating tower is also a symbol of strength.

The memory of the domestic elves to Shane is stuck in the lord of the Northland, the mage of the Nine Rings. Even so, it is also second only to the power of the Sunseeker royal family.

At the heart of the White Tower, the arcane brilliance flickered and vanished, and Shane only took a step in the half-plane and returned to his mage tower, when the intelligence of the White Tower told the mages on duty that the owner of the magic tower had returned. Arcane is so wonderful.

Glancing at the crab structure that had become the core of the White Tower, Shane took another step and came to the hall on the first floor of the White Tower.

The palm of his hand rose to shoulder height, and a cloud of arcane aura rose from his palm and fell to the center of the hall. Suspended at a height of one meter above the ground.

"Arcane Fluctuations Begin......" The Eye of Truth reported to the mission like a machine: "The Floating Tower is fully open, and the power supply of the anti-detection arcane mechanism is suspended...... 3D graphics are being constructed...... Built...... Anti-Detection Arcane Mechanism Restarts...... Floating tower permissions are restored to default. ”

A virtual white tower appears in the center of the hall, a completely three-dimensional image, with almost every piece of data reflecting the real face - except for the core area.

At this time, the subordinate mages belonging to Shane, and the high-level officials of the academy who had already received the news arrived one after another. Caught by a white tower outlined by the thin lines of the Arcanon, and then seeing their lord using the Arcanon to outline the circle on the model, he moved towards the edge of the hall and watched the scene quietly.

Mostly familiar faces from Shane, Solan Liane, Harold, Nasser, etc. As the outline of the circle progressed, there was a small discussion.

'It's a joint spell circle,' the onlookers came up with a unanimous answer.

'Thirty-six nodes, devotion, circulation, control, convergence, summoning, guiding, accelerating the seven major concepts. ’

'It's a super-large mass summoning spell of the spell school, what kind of quality does the master need to have such a scale of joint casting?' There are also common doubts in my mind.

'The hub in the center has too many unintelligible runic structures'

After outlining, it took a lot of time, and in the hall of the Mage Tower, Shane also saw his two apprentices. There is also an unexpected face.

Priestess Marland. She was a member of the Northland Council, but only sent a representative, and remained in Quel'Salas herself.

Shane didn't care, she was the link that the king had arranged on his side.

"Everyone carves the magic ring in the floating tower according to the design of the magic circle above, Master Harold, I leave it to you how to do it, you can use the magic warehouse of the Dawn Blade." Shane said, waving.

The stereogram quickly shrank into an arcane data ball in the center and flew down to Mage Harold.

Master Harold had followed Shane's mentor, was one of the builders of the main structure of the Wizard's Tower, and was also a professor at the White Tower Academy, and Shane trusted him very much.

"All the teachers and students in the academy can participate, and maybe you can learn something from it."