In the early morning, the sun rises in the east, and the morning glow fills the sky.

The sunlight dispelled the darkness and brought solace to the hearts of the frightened people in the caravan.

"My God! You are my refuge and my rock......"

“…… You are in charge of everything that happens in my life, thank you for the gift you have bestowed upon me! ”.

"Thank You for Forgiving and Cleansing My ...... of Sin"

"My god is eternal!!"

“……”

In the face of the rising sun, the merchants who had survived the dead prayed again, as if this was the only way to fully vent their fears.

"Huh? Old Locke, what are they doing here? ”

Cecilia, who woke up from her slumber, leaned through the window of the carriage and asked curiously, "Is it praying?" But I remember they weren't so religious. ”

Suddenly, Cecilia wrinkled her little nose and pulled out a handkerchief to cover it.

"What does it smell like? It stinks! ”

Seeing Cecilia's voice and expression, Old Locke's face reappeared.

"Miss...... Well, Your Highness, this is the smell left behind by the wolves, which will be blown away by the wind in a moment. ”

Cecilia did not notice the change in old Locke's address to her, but retracted her head into the carriage and closed the window.

"I'll open the window when the air smells better......"

Old Locke shook his head with a smile on his face, and asked the guards around him to inform the caravan to prepare to continue on its way.

"Mr. Victor, your performance ......"

It was only at this time that Old Locke asked Victor tentatively, "...... Doesn't you look like an ordinary scholar? ”

"Huh! Your Excellency Locke, you and Cecilia are no ordinary nobles......"

With a warm smile on his face, Victor replied unhurriedly, "Since you are so frank Your Excellency Locke, I have taken this sincerity of the Rodney family to heart. ”

Victor and Old Locke were very tacitly not talking about what happened last night, and in the cold noise of the two, the Northland caravan, which had made all preparations, set off again.

……

"Wasteland ......"

Looking at the wilderness on both sides of the "long road", Old Locke said with emotion: "This time it can be regarded as worthy of the name!" ”

Victor just smiled at Old Locke's words and didn't make any comments.

After the caravan hit the road, the familiar distance gradually brought people's mentality back to normal, so there were various speculations about the caravan's survival.

"Miracles! Definitely a miracle!! ”

"Yes, who else but the Almighty and All-Knowing God can save us from the wolf tide?"

"My god is eternal!!"

“……”

"Miracles? Hehe......"

Victor, who saved the entire Northland caravan through the "Powerful Phantom" magic array, was silent about people's discussions, which made old Locke, who had been secretly observing him, gain nothing.

"Look! Look at that little hill!! ”

At this moment, an exclamation rang out from the caravan, causing everyone to turn their heads and look at the small hill where the caravan had been stationed.

I saw that the low hill had lost its trace, and in its place was a huge rock similar to "Australian Ayers Rock".

"My God is above! Is my eye hallucinating? ”

"This boulder...... None of them were there before! How did it come about? ”

"Incredible! This must be a miracle!! ”

"My god is eternal!!"

“……”

Seeing this scene, Victor thought suspiciously: "Strange! The magic power in the 'Core Gem' should have been exhausted, how could the magic array still be activated? ”

Carefully examining the realistic illusions that came into view, Victor was very satisfied with the excellent effect produced by the magic array.

"Maybe there's still some magic left in the 'core gem'......"

Victor, who hadn't thought too much about it, shook his head and rode on.

"Mr. Victor, are you not interested in this 'miracle'?"

After a while, old Locke, who had put the caravan in order, rode his horse to Victor's side again.

"I have nothing but the real ...... in my eyes"

After hearing Victor's profound words, Old Locke glanced at him with interest and continued to ask, "What do you think of this wolf tide, Mr. Victor?" ”

"Something has happened in the North!!"

Victor, who had already thought about this question, said without hesitation: "Lord Locke, as a native of the North, you should know the habits of wolves better than me!" If it weren't for some irresistible factors, the wolves wouldn't have left their colony easily......"

"Such a large-scale wolf tide is very rare in the history of the North! From this, it can be judged that the further north of the northern border is ...... Something big must have happened!! ”

"Further north in the North? Isn't that the Far North glacier? Could it be...... No way! That's just a legend......"

Old Locke, who looked pensive, seemed to have thought of something, but instantly dismissed it.

"Your Excellency Locke, did you have something in mind? There was nothing else going on during the trip...... Can you say come and hear it? ”

"Oh? Ha, it's just a reminder of a legend that has been passed down in the North......"

Old Locke was slightly stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "Since Mr. Victor is very interested, then I will briefly talk about it." ”

"Legend has it that tens of thousands of years ago, the North was not the desolate landscape it is now, but a beautiful and lush forest! It is said that the owner of this forest is a beautiful creature called an elf......"

“…… The demons of the abyss have taken a fancy to this beautiful forest, and the chaotic evil creatures want to drag the north into the abyss and take it for themselves! Thus, a terrible war broke out......"

"The war lasted for hundreds of years, although the elves eventually banished the demons completely! But that beautiful northern forest was also completely destroyed by the demons! The elves who have lost their homes sing sad songs and leave the north to cross the oceans in search of a new home......"

"According to the legend, during the war between the elves and the demons, the demons once instigated the undead creatures of Sanatos (the 113th layer of the bottomless abyss) to launch a sneak attack on the elves, but due to the self-sacrifice of the elven queen, these sneak undead creatures were permanently sealed in the glaciers of the far north......"

Speaking of this, Old Locke said with a smile: "I just heard your analysis from Mr. Victor, saying that the wolf tide is due to the great changes that have occurred in the extreme north glacier, so I thought of this long-standing legend in the north......

"Elves? Demon? Legends of the North? ”

Victor chewed on the words repeatedly, and he seemed to think of something.