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The presence of the crystal ball allows the Thorn Squad to communicate verbally over long distances even after the detachment has moved.

On the day of his departure from the village of Meral to the Northlands, Urs and his companions who remained in Palomite exchanged information and clues in each other's hands, analyzed the potential possibility of the Doomsday Cult or Dambert's personal covert activities in the Earls of Sword Castle based on the clues that the young man had accidentally obtained in the Gnoll Cave, and finally agreed to continue to maintain contact between the two sides when needed and ended the communication.

Having seen and experienced the destructive power of the cultists in Twilight City a few months earlier, Urs knew that the existence of the Doomsday Cult was a hidden danger that he had to pay attention to, and because he still needed to go to the Northland to deal with the undead of Byron Tas, he continued his planned trip, crossing the border of the Sword Keep in the afternoon of the second day since the start of this journey, and entering the Northland on the legal level of the Empire.

The weather in the Northland is noticeably different from the Holm region of the Golden Warbler Empire.

The northern outskirts of the Earldom of Sword Castle were like a buffer zone that divided the two climatic zones, and as the days of the journey passed, the four Thorn Squads who were walking with the merchants easily noticed that the farther north they went, the more they faded, from the golden of autumn to the white of winter, even though it was the ninth month of the year and it was not yet winter.

The faded light and the falling temperatures are inseparable. When the autumn rain unconsciously turned into white flying flotsam falling gently in the wind during the journey, the merchants and the group all changed into the thick jackets prepared in advance, put on the plush shoulder collar cloaks, in addition to lamenting that the northern border of the empire was like another world separated by a magical barrier, they carried out some simple supplies and trading in the suburban villages they passed, and then dealt with several groups of robbers who did not know whether to live or die, as well as beasts that picked the wrong prey, plus a small number of monsters along the way.

Although the outskirts of civilization in the surface world are not as dangerous as those in the underworld, they are not as safe as the underground world, after all, the castles and cities of the noble lords do not completely cover the entire territory, and the habits and survival needs of individuals have given rise to many bandits roaming in the wilderness, forcing people to sometimes have to consider spending money to hire guards, thus indirectly providing adventurers and mercenaries with mission-based business.

Urs and his party are not officially hired by the merchants, but there is no problem in playing the role of thugs, anyway, ordinary road bandits are only "a sword to smash a piece" or "directly scare away in a group" for today's young people, and if there is any worth mentioning along the way, it is probably that the team composed of everyone and merchants was "welcomed" by the wolves on the first night of the official drive into the Northlands, and the head wolf who led the wolf pack was a winter wolf in the prime of life.

The Winter Wolf is a special wolf beast, a mutant beast with adult intelligence and a few spell-like abilities to be exact.

The wolves in the countryside were once a nightmare for many travelers and small merchants, and the winter wolves haunted the mouths of many tavern poets, and the drunken third-rate poets mixed ale foam and spit stars told the listeners how hellish and terrible this evil monster was, terrifying, obviously a wolf, but with a huge and muscular physique like a bear, a mouth that could breathe cold magical freezing gas like the legendary white dragon, and the strength of the limbs was stronger than that of the most famous Hercules within a radius of dozens of miles, and the terrifying fangs could easily pierce through the leather armor when biting down, Or tear the throat of some hapless man—

"Oh, but of course, it's not common to see such a hellish and terrifying beast, guys." Drunkards who are very good at making a living from musical instruments and bragging usually end with the phrase, "So don't worry." Unless the scythe of Death or the curse of Dom, the god of doom, are intent on you, it will be difficult for the Winter Wolves to find you......"

Urs has seen the unstable factor of luck relatively well, and as for offending the god of death in a sense, it is naturally a matter of time for him who plans to assist the Count of the Northland in his fight against Byron Tas—but fortunately, Vaughans has formulated a beautiful set of world laws through the Tablet of Fate, and the divine power of the gods has never been able to directly interfere with the main material plane as a mortal world since the end of the era of the First Age mythology, Benefiting from this, he didn't have to worry about being retaliated against by some cautious god one day.

In this way, after the first night of entering the Northland, the group of people who accompanied the merchants had an extra piece of winter wolf's fur in their hands, and the snow-white wolf skin was divided into two parts, and the severed place was badly damaged, and Urs violently slashed the back of the winter wolf that night, along with the backbone.

The merchants were deeply shocked to witness the scene at that time, and thought that their own catastrophe was coming, but they saw with their own eyes that the young man's figure turned into a black shadow and came to the side of the winter wolf in the blink of an eye when the battle broke out.

The head wolf died violently on the spot, and the wolves who had lost their leader quickly fled when they saw that the situation was not good, and the episode on the road was stopped.

Urs didn't pay much attention to the episode of this battle, for him, this kind of winter wolf monster that was very rare in the eyes of ordinary people was still far from the appearance of Thea after her transformation, but for the fellow merchants, this battle was a testament to the young man's strength, which made them feel more secure after the night, and at the same time respected the knight with the shackled shield on the side of his neck.

Inferior knights with slave prefixes - but what does that have to do with them merchants?

At least, this slave knight who doesn't say anything, but is clearly willing to escort his group to Northland Helmet City along the way, is not as fond of putting on a stinky shelf as many high-ranking nobles.

The group of blood-sucking leeches not only love to put on a stinky shelf, but also always worry about raising taxes. As long as you do business in their territory, they can always charge you for various reasons of "only you can't think of it, they can't make it up", and sometimes even collude with street forces, supplemented by threats and difficulties to demand that you pay the so-called protection money, and they are eager to squeeze all the money you have earned so hard, hehe......

The merchants thought to themselves, and could not help comparing the young man with the various nobles they knew, and soon came to a good agreement with each other that it was still the slave knight, and each of them silently wrote down in their hearts the favor that Urs had inadvertently left them these days.

……

Two days later, the journey lasted for the fourth day since the departure from the village of Meral.

That is, the twenty-fourth day of the harvest month of the year of the candle -

"Praise the god of wealth, knight, we see the gates! Ahead should be Helmet City. A merchant at the front of the group suddenly turned around in the carriage and shouted at the group that was following him.

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