Ranster rode cautiously on the snow, and Eddard, who was so cold that he was shrinking his head, was pulled out and thrown into the sky, and reluctantly flew ahead to detect the movements of the orcs. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Depending on the direction the orcs are heading, there should be a northerner settlement not far away.

Soon the raven sent back the message.

"It's kind of weird...... It looked like the orcs had bypassed the village ahead. ”

"What do you mean?" Lancet asked, somewhat puzzled.

"You'd better see for yourself." Ed stopped at the snowy treetops not far in front of the rune warhorse, "The village is not far ahead, and you can see it when you climb over this snowfield. ”

Hearing this, Lancet lightly pinched the horse's belly, and the rune war horse under him let out a light neigh, raised its hooves and sped up.

As Ed said, from the snowy hill where Lenster stood, you could see the inhabitants of the North at the foot of the snow-covered mountain not far away.

From the snow mounds, it was clear that the village was not small and seemed to be completely unravaged by the orcs, and not even a single figure could be seen in the quiet village.

"Is it a dead village?" The mage asked in a low voice.

"It's hard to say." Lancet looked at the village at the foot of the mountain, the rut marks under his feet stretched all the way to the village, and the snow in the village was also densely covered with footprints.

"Let's keep going." He tugged at the reins, and the rune horse snorted and ran past the stone-lined sign near the village.

Now, just as the orc team had just left here, Lancet controlled the horses under him to gallop at full speed, wanting to leave this land of right and wrong as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, it backfired, and the sound of the horses galloping caused a howl in the forest beside him.

Five massive ice wolves burst out of the forest. They ran extremely fast in the snow, and almost instantly surrounded Ranster's horses in the middle.

These giant ice wolves all wore neck rings around their necks, and they surrounded the rune warhorses in the middle, and from time to time let out a low roar from their throats.

Ranster quickly rolled over and dismounted, keeping an eye on the beasts' every move. Sure enough, one of the ice wolves lunged forward as he dismounted, and the bloody jaws covered with sharp fangs bit at him.

Randster drew his sword and plunged it into the mouth of the wolf who pounced on him. But before he could put the weapon into the wolf's throat, a black javelin flew out of the side and pierced the beast's head, nailing the wolf corpse directly to the ground.

The rest of the wolves screamed in all directions, but with the whistling javelins, they soon didn't even have a chance to whimper in pain.

One by one, the men in white cloaks stood up from the snow, and it was they who hid in the snow and killed the giant ice wolves by surprise.

"Where did you come from? Where are you going? The leader tore off his hood with a thick layer of snow on his head, revealing his face red from the cold and his beard stained with snowflakes.

"We're going to the coast, and this is the nearest road." As he answered, Lancet looked at the equipment of a dozen people in front of and behind him, and the long sword in his hand never let go.

"I'm sorry, your plans seem to be delayed." The bearded man waved his hand at the others, and when he saw that they had all put down their weapons, he walked up to Lancet and gave a brief greeting and introduced himself, "Keith, lead." ”

"James." Lancet gave a random pseudonym, then pointed to Moria on horseback, "Merry Harris, the eldest daughter of the Harris family. ”

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Harris." Keith gave a nod to the female mage, apparently not interested in family titles or anything like that.

"What do you mean by that?" Lancet asked. It was obviously not the first time he had faced such a situation as he watched as these men skillfully skinned and cut the flesh of the wolf's carcass, then buried the wolf corpse in a pre-dug pit, and finally cleaned the ground of the blood.

"These ice wolves aren't some starving ghosts who came out to feed, did you see the collar around their necks? These are all reconnaissance troops of the Blonka tribe. ”

Keith was right, and Lancet could tell that these collared Icewolves must belong to the Orc Clan's troops.

"So it's dangerous for us to stand here and talk now, and the orc troops who can't wait for the giant wolf to return will search around here, and if you don't want to be dismantled, come with me." The bearded man watched his men take care of all the corpses, and took the lead in the direction of the village at the foot of the mountain.

Seeing Lancet and Moriath following him, he asked his men to take out two planks slightly larger than the soles of their feet and throw them in front of them.

"The snow is thick, and you won't leave a mark when you wear this."

Seeing that the others were also busy putting two planks on their feet, Lancet understood why the men didn't want to leave footprints in the snow.

They're protecting the village of the inhabitants of the North.

"This is your village?" Lancet helped the mage put on her wooden shoes and looked up at Keith casually.

"Don't ask so much, stranger. If you want to live, come with me. Keith didn't answer his question and led the way towards the village.

Lancet let the runic horse go, then summoned it back into the statue out of the sight of the others. Then he and Moria looked at each other, and the two caught up with the group.

Keith was right, sooner or later, the orc troops would come here to find the dead wolves, and if he and Moria continued to march, it would be like telling them that they were the wolf killers.

Hide in this well-hidden, well-hidden village and wait until tomorrow morning to get back on the road, so that you won't lose too much time and at the same time keep the two of you safe.

Lancet and Moria followed the men straight through deserted houses and streets to a common stone wall at the foot of the mountain.

Keith's hand rubbed over the rough surface of the stone wall, pressing down on an inconspicuous recess.

With a muffled "boom" sound from the inside of the stone wall, a small gap appeared in the originally tightly closed wall.

The people from outside began to stream in, and Lancet and the mage were caught in the middle of it and entered the world behind the stone wall.

Wide corridors, elaborate décor. Lancet looked at the room inside the stone wall, and guessed in his heart that it was the real owner.

This is a city that belongs to the dwarves. The farther he went, the more certain Rance became. Especially when he came to the huge hall filled with tents and sheds, the statue of Mara, the goddess of life, confirmed his suspicions.

At the same time, it also shows that the history of this underground city is thousands of years.