Before the mortally wounded Beimin could say anything more, he could no longer grasp Ranster's sleeve, and his already weaker arm fell limply on the snow, swallowing his last breath. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Listening to his dying tone, it seems that Keith did not succeed in rescuing the Northerners who had been captured by the Bronka tribe, but was captured by the orcs himself.

Keith once helped himself and the mage kill the scouting Icewolf, saving the two from being pursued by the Blonka tribe. Now that he needs his own help, Lancet naturally won't ignore him.

He looked at the mage on horseback, and Moria gave him an affirmative answer.

"Need my help? Maybe I can use spiritualism to ask Keith where they are. The mage dismounted and came to Ranster's side, having already made up her mind to help the bearded friend.

"Don't be that troublesome." Lenster half-crouched on the ground, his sharp eyes sweeping over the footprints and traces left by the escaped northerner.

The footprints were not very long, only one of them could be seen as a moving footprint, and the other was a complete snow mark.

Turning his gaze back to the deceased, Lancet discovered that his right foot had indeed been broken by some blunt object. Dragging a broken foot forward, this is also the reason for the snow mark.

Lancet examined the deceased's body again and found that he had been severely tortured before. There were bruises and traces of whipping everywhere under the clothes. After examining the body, he began to walk in the direction of the footprints, and found deep wheel prints and messy footprints not far away.

The footprints are in the same direction as the wheel prints, except for the snow where the deceased's footprints begin with a trace of being crushed.

Crushing?

Lancet closed his eyes to reconstruct the events of the moment, and found that it was only when the deceased was pushed off the carriage or horseback that there were signs that such a large cloud of snow had been crushed.

It seems that he did not flee, but was abandoned by the orcs to die on the side of the road due to his bruises.

Then why wasn't he fed to the wolves? You know, those orcs don't waste meat.

Maybe it's because those Icewolves have been sent out to scout, or maybe the orcs don't have any extra wolves left on their team.

Out of an abundance of caution, Lancet sent Ed and flew in the direction of the wheels and footprints to see if he could touch the orc troops who had not gone far.

……

The orc troops escorting the Northerners slowly advanced across the vast snowfield, the long line of captives staggering through the snow, Keith was surrounded in the middle of the crowd, his men still loyally surrounding him, all with unyielding expressions on their faces.

Keith was watching.

He tried not to attract the attention of the orcs riding on the ice wolves on either side of the team, but he had a general idea of the combat power of the entire orc force.

There were about 100 people from the North, and in addition to the children, about half of them were men and women who could fight.

In terms of orc troops, there are about a dozen wolf cavalry on both sides who are responsible for monitoring the Beimin team, and counting the baggage carriages and troops in front of the team, the total number of orcs is about twenty.

If the orc wolf cavalry on both sides of the team can be subdued in a short time, the more than fifty Beimin who can participate in the battle are fully capable of being evenly matched with the remaining dozen orcs in front.

Keith thought with a heavy face, he had to be cautious, if his decision was wrong, all the northerners here would innocently bury him......

To do it, or not to do it?

The "leader" couldn't help but clench his fists that were tied together.

……

"They suddenly attacked the orc escort force, and it seems to have worked well." Lancet crouched on the snow, the messy marks and large expanses of blood in front of him indicated that a battle had broken out here in the past.

The Northerners, who had been taken prisoner, suddenly attacked, killing at least five or six orc wolf cavalrymen, clearly distinguishable from the black-red bloody blood characteristic of orcs in the snow.

"There are a few men trying to protect one of them......" Ranster turned his gaze to one side, and several pairs of hurried but unmessy footprints parted from the chaotic starting point and extended towards the flank and rear of the group.

But the extended footprints soon came to an abrupt halt, as if the men had just stopped where they were.

"The escape failed, and someone died there."

A pool of frozen blood remained, and it was clear that the other orcs had spotted the rioting captives and rushed over to kill one of them with long-range weapons such as axes, and the rest obediently returned the way they came.

"It can't be Keys, right?" Moria, frowning, asked.

"It's not." Lancet shook his head, there were still a few pieces of clothing next to the pool of blood, which should have been left behind by the ice wolf.

The orc unit quickly extinguished the rebellion of the captives in the North, and in an apparently intimidating manner, let the wolves devour the corpses of the dead.

Lancet picked up the pieces of clothing, which were completely different in color and pattern from the one Keith was wearing, which was why he was so sure that the bearded man was still alive.

"Judging from the fact that the blood is frozen, this riot should have happened not long ago, and coupled with the time it took for those ice wolves to eat the corpses, I believe we are not far from those orcs."

Completing the final analysis, Lancet stood up and patted the dirt off his hands, pulling the mage over and on his horse.

The dark clouds rolling in the sky ahead were slowly pressing towards them, and it seemed that it would not be long before a rainstorm would envelop their direction.

"We'd better hurry, or we'll have to collect the bodies of our bearded friends."

……

Night gradually fell on this cold northland, and the cold wind whistled through everyone's face, as if a knife had cut it.

Rainstorms are coming.

Keith limped to the front of the captive line, and next to him was a petite girl with long black hair.

Whether it is her beautiful face or her delicate body wrapped in fur, it seems that she has nothing to do with the rough and brave Northlanders of both men and women.

"I really didn't expect to meet you here, Your Highness." The bearded Keith was watching out for the wolf cavalry around him, while whispering to the girl next to him.

"Me too, Keith." The girl gasped slightly, and with her weak body, she was able to hold on to it until now, which was beyond the limit of her physical strength.

Princess Cialis, the daughter of Jonsson, the "former" King of the North, is a hybrid of Northfolk and Human. Rumors circulated in almost every village that her birth mother was a human mage, but it was never confirmed.