Although this kind of commoner who yearns for the kind of commoner who is not oppressed by the noble lord is definitely not waiting to see the noble lord, but he has a natural affinity for the group of noble lords who reclaimed the land outside the Northwest Fortress before.

Most of the nobles and lords of this reclamation were from the army, and they did not have any prominent family and social status. When he was in the wilderness, he still joined the work and worked hard to build his own home outside the fortress.

However, Drew invaded, lost his homeland, and shattered his pioneering dreams.

If these commoners lost their homes, then the nobles who reclaimed land outside the Northwest Fortress lost their fiefs in the aristocratic circle. In the circle of the aristocracy, the landless aristocracy basically has the status of commoners.

These commoners were able to accept the nobles of the June War, most of them because they were sympathetic to each other, and then they hugged together to keep warm.

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Because his own range of activity was not in the northwest of Rysel, he had not been to the White Mountain Range himself. These are all relevant materials that Aine found through the bookshelf in his mind, because in the previous life game, the official once started in the middle of the game, and the historical events of the early game were sorted out in the form of novels or setting sets.

Ain's flying speed is still relatively slow, first, it is convenient to observe the surrounding situation, and second, his own body has not recovered very well. Although the damage caused by the original death finger nailed to his body had been almost wiped out by the light from the third layer of Heavenly Mountain, which was full of healing effects, the discomfort of receiving a blow to his internal organs was not like an injury, and it could be quickly erased by the radiant aura with healing effect.

The discomfort caused by these visceral blows, along with the kind of impact he received when he teleported away, was a burden on Ain's body now.

"But with such a slow flight speed, no monsters or other creatures have jumped out to trouble me......" The mage felt a little strange.

This place is still relatively far from the valley, and it is already in a position relatively close to the peak, which can be regarded as the depth of the White Mountain Range. Without that kind of territorial-minded creature, it is a very impossible thing.

However, because the trigger spell used by Ain to detect the undead on his body did not send a warning, the mage did not think of the possibility that the undead had poisoned the White Mountain Range.

It was only when the outline of the village began to become clear to Ain's vision that the mage realized that something seemed to be wrong......

Although the distance to the village is not very close now, and the houses are as small as models in the sand table, you can still see some black spots swaying in the village. And judging from the current situation in the distance, the snow in this village is not shallow. The amount of snow on the roof of the house can also be seen to have accumulated over a period of time.

Because this heavy snow basically does not stop, including now when Ain is flying in the air, he also has to use mage tricks to maintain the temperature around his body, and then arrange a force field wall around him to prevent the feeling of snowflakes hitting his body.

If they were not cleaned, the wooden or straw houses would soon be crushed and there would be no way for the village to walk......

It was only then that Aine began to check the trigger spell set on his body to detect the undead.

"There is nothing wrong with the spell...... "Aine couldn't help but be a little confused, whether in the game or in this real world, he had never encountered this form of triggering, the spell set on himself, and the situation that it was invalid and could not be detected.

Now that the spells he can rely on have become ineffective, Ain can only choose to lower his flight altitude.

Now that you are coming down from a hillside, it is not very easy to walk through the dense jungle - not to mention the fact that the branches of most trees are broken because the snow is falling so fast that there is no way to bend and shake the snow slowly, which makes it even more difficult to walk.

After being forced to stop and push the broken branch a few times, Ain couldn't stand this kind of forward efficiency. After being stopped by the broken branch again, the mage pondered for a moment, then put away the oak staff, took out two daggers from his space bag, and released two identical spells.

"Fortunately, I have prepared myself well, and I have always prepared something like a dagger on my body......" Ain muttered a little happily after finishing the spell.

The Eternal Blade, a spell of the One Ring School of Plasticity. It sounds like a spell like a wind, fire, and ice blade, but in fact, it fixes the dagger in the force field and automatically slices the spell around it.

This spell can cover up to forty feet, but Ain now uses two spells to cover the space in front of him, greatly increasing the density and strength of the attack. But then Ain's posture as he walked through the woods was a little less sighty - much like the very classic hero in his previous life who wore underwear - the two Eternal Blades were fixed to his hands, and now he could only fly lying face down, while his two hands were stretched forward, cutting through the broken branches and obstacles in front of him......

Soon, Ain had sensed where he was flying, moving from the trunk to the canopy.

In order to prevent the canopy from being injured by the scattered pieces of wood after the Eternal Blade's frequent cuts from the force field, Ain once again had to use mage tricks to build a force field wall to protect himself.

As soon as his vision cleared, Ain immediately returned to his original flying posture and eliminated the force fields of the two Eternal Blades at the same time.

Raising his flight altitude a little more, Ain realized that the small village was no longer alive.

Carefully watching his surroundings, Ain chose to enter the village through a broken fence.

Accidentally, Ain rubbed against the fence that was still intact on the side, causing the entire fence to shake, and the snow on it fell one after another.

At this time, the spell set up on Ain's body to detect the undead suddenly issued a warning.

There is a strong aura of undead in the surroundings!

Ain figured out what the reason for the failure of the spell to detect the undead before: because the heavy snow that falls from the sky now has magical energy, and once it is covered by an object with residual undead breath, these magical energy may interfere with the undead aura emitted by the outside detection spell to capture it.

When Ain looked up again, he saw a village that had been completely destroyed—still standing on wooden houses, which had been attacked by external forces that had caused all sorts of irregular holes, and some of the straw houses had their roofs torn off. The path in the village is covered with a thick layer of snow, which is at least a day or two before it accumulates. As for the snow on the roof, it has actually crushed several houses......

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