Qin Feng didn't know that this victory was not only a rare victory for him, but also an exciting news for many humans in the Northlands.

In just a few days, the fame of the Rhinereth family in the town of Bull had spread throughout the North, and it was still showing signs of continuing to spread to the South.

The homeless refugees rushed to the town of Bull in droves, as if they had found their home, and even though the snow and wind caused many people to die on the road, there was still a steady stream of people who continued on this path.

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In the northernmost part of the imperial border, now the territory of the Orcs, one of the lone castles stood high on top of a high snow-capped mountain, and in the wind and snow, a tall flag was still planted on the castle. With the flag black on the background, a giant white bear stands and roars, which is the flag of the Renault family.

A long, narrow mountain path connects to the bottom of the mountain. The mountain road was full of corpses covered by heavy snow, scattered and broken weapons, arrows stuck diagonally everywhere, like the blood flow of the river frozen by the cold, revealing a bewitching color. Flocks of crows hovered for a long time, and swarms of wild wolves roamed everywhere, and they were unharmed when they used to fight fiercely for a little food after the arrival of winter. The long blood-stained kiss and green pupils make people shudder.

The Earl stood on the castle tower, looking at all this lightly, and the expression on his face did not change at all, as if so many corpses were dispensable in his eyes.

The cold wind howled, and the Earl's bearskin cloak crackled. The Count stood there as if the cold wind did not exist. He was tall and wore a fine piece of armor, which could not hide the scars and blood stains on it.

"How's our loss, Ataquay?" The baron tilted his head slightly, and the sound of soft footsteps sounded behind him, and he seemed to know who it was, and asked.

"Lord Earl, our losses are very large, and more than 500 people have been killed in the battle one after another in the past few days, of which 100 are still warriors of the Violent Bear Legion." Ataquay replied, "And there are more than 300 wounded soldiers in the castle, but with the current stock of medicinal materials in the castle, I am afraid that many soldiers will die because they cannot be treated." ”

"And in the past few days, because of the continuous siege of the orcs, the inventory of various resources in the castle has dropped sharply, especially food, because we have taken in too many homeless people, and we can't support it for long." Ataqui said with a gloomy face.

The Earl's god finally changed, and his solemn face seemed to "collapse" in an instant, but it was only for a moment, and Ataquay didn't notice it.

"What about the people we sent out to seek reinforcements, is there any news?" The earl reached out to brush away the snow on the female wall, and the black rough rock was like this castle, revealing the precipitation of history and the ruthlessness of war. Although the Earl asked, he knew that there would be no news, and no family would come to their aid at this time.

The biting cold wind seemed to blow even stronger, and Ataqui staggered two steps and reached out to hold the female wall, and the snow on the female wall was touched by his movements and fell down the city, and the sound of landing was heard for a long time.

He glanced down timidly, quickly retracted his head, exhaled, hid the horror in his heart, and said, "Lord Earl, all the people you sent out have returned, but none of the families have promised to support us, not even the Kari family. ”

The Carrey family is the in-law of the Renault family, and they are also allies for generations, both of which are new families that have emerged due to the rise of the empire, and they have a friendly relationship for generations, such as the count's wife is the daughter of the current patriarch of the Carey family.

"What about Sirigon, he took Lina to the Rheinryth family, what is the reward?" Even if he had guessed, the baron still sighed in his heart, especially the Carey family, as a century-old ally of the Renault family, did not expect to betray them when the family needed help the most.

"Haven't heard back yet." Atakoy replied.

".....," the Count muttered, wondering if something had happened, but at this moment a loud eagle's cry sounded in the distance.

"That's the call of a snow eagle." The Earl frowned, could it be that the orcs attacked again?

The Snow Eagle is a unique product of the Renault family, and he was raised by young snow eagles caught from the snow eagle nest on the cliff by the falconry keeper who climbed the cliff that had frozen for 10,000 years at great risk. Half the mortality rate and half the failure rate make this kind of snow eagle extremely rare, even the Renault family has only a few of them. It has always been held by the scouts of the family, and if it is not for something important, it will never be used to convey information.

The Count stretched out his hand, and the snow eagle in the sky swooped down with a loud roar, and landed steadily on the Earl's arm.

The Count untied the strip of cloth tied to the Snow Eagle's feet, took out a piece of meat from his pocket and fed it to the Snow Eagle, and the Snow Eagle flew into the sky with the piece of meat spread its wings, and the Count took it apart and looked at it carefully.

Ataqui looked at the Earl, quiet and silent, recently because of the continuous siege of the orcs, both soldiers and civilians are facing a lot of pressure, but Ataqui knows that the Count's pressure is the greatest. The Earl, who was in his 40s in the past, but was no weaker than a young man, seemed to be much older in the blink of an eye during this time.

It was a reply from Sirigon, and the Count knew who it was at a glance, and as the man who had been with him for the longest time, he knew well about Sirigon's handwriting.

The Count's expression changed, and after a long time, he seemed to breathe deeply, took the strip of cloth in the palm of his hand, turned and walked down the snowy stairs down the wall, and Ataquay followed the Count, knowing that the Count had something to explain.

Returning to the warm study, the Count first glanced at the sword hanging on the wall opposite his desk, the one he had worn before his son who had died in battle in the Cold Iron Fortress, the best of all his children, alas.

But that's why he wanted so much, and he didn't want to see his children shed their last drop of blood for this rotten empire. He had become disillusioned with the empire.

The baron placed a strip of cloth on the candle and lit it, watching it gradually burn to ashes.

"Ataquay, you have sent this letter to Sirigon," the baron said to Ataquay, carefully wrapping the written strip of cloth and sealing it with beeswax.

"Yes, sir....", Ataquay carefully put away the strip of cloth and bowed down to close the door and leave.

"I hope Siregon has made the right choice," the Count whispered as he looked out the window as he looked out the window as the Snow Eagle hovered high and faded away.