December 3rd.

Two days later, Roddy's party had entered the "Kars" mountain range in the southwest of Evta's territory.

It stands to reason that climbing this mountain is the best option if you want to get to the Sola outpost in the shortest distance, but it is clear that the two hundred or so people are not suitable for walking the muddy and dangerous mountain road on a cold winter day. Therefore, the safest route should be the flat road through the "Black Forest" on the north side of the mountain range, which is a bit detoured but safe.

Early in the morning, the soldiers in the camp who had just gotten up clearly had similar doubts in their hearts. However, they had already learned to obey, and no one ran to Roddy to ask why, and they all ate on time and acted on time, because of the abundant logistics, they were all in good spirits and tired faces by now.

"Raising troops for a thousand days, using soldiers for a while, this difficulty cannot be overcome, and there is no need to talk about warfare. ”

Roddy yawned as he walked out of the tent, and Sodlore washed his face with cold water next to him, and the two chatted with each other.

"Speaking of which... From Nolan Village all the way to the present, there is really no shortage of wars, I used to think that the world was peaceful, but in the past half a year, it seems that I have not stopped. Sodrore stood beside Roddy with his long sword on his back, twisted his waist and swung his legs, and asked, "I haven't practiced swords for a long time, come to fight a game?"

"Then try it. ”

Roddy didn't refuse, picked up an ordinary standard short sword from the side, and was about to make a starter, but was stopped by Sodrore - "Where's your scimitar?"

"You've changed to the 'Guardian Fangs', so there's no reason why I shouldn't change to a better weapon. ”

"Then why not use a new weapon?"

"I still don't take it out, that thing is not suitable for sparring. ”

Roddy smiled and shook his head, selling off. Sodrore was curious, but didn't ask again—the two of them held heavy swords and fought purely by skill, and quickly ended the three-game confrontation.

Luo Di was deliberately tempted, so he didn't rely on attributes or skills to suppress Sodrore, but he didn't think that this guy with an inhuman growth rate was making rapid progress, and in terms of swordsmanship alone, he was already faintly above Luo Di.

Roddy is the path of a berserker, one force down ten times, the style is rough and violent, Sodlore couldn't withstand the stormy pressure in the first two games and lost directly, but in the third game he finally controlled the rhythm, and finally relied on superb skills to pull back a game - and this, for Roddy, is already a loss: his swordsmanship is a three-board axe-style violent raid, once it is seen through, there is basically no chance of winning in the future.

However, Luo Di himself didn't think that he had too much attainment in swordsmanship, the ruler was short and long, what he was really good at was bows and arrows, and he was enough in close combat, so at this time, he lost to Sodrore, a "sword saint" billet, and there was no dissatisfaction in his heart at all, only sighing.

"You won, I can't teach you anything after you bring it in. ”

He put his sword on the shelf and said to Sodrol with a smile.

"I... I was also lucky. ”

Sodrore understood what this meant, was silent for a few seconds, and then changed the subject: "Take the road of the snowy mountains... The stakes are high. ”

"Either way I go is risky, so I chose the riskiest one. But it can't be helped... That's the way it is. ”

Luo Di smiled, lowered his head and adjusted the lock on the bracer, and said casually as if talking about the weather: "In the entire territory of Ivotah, the nobles that Angmar can call on are theoretically one hundred and thirty-seven, according to the basic calculation of ten cavalry and thirty infantry per person, then this is more than five thousand..."

"Five thousand, if they all come, the problem of the Sola sentry is not a problem at all, but in fact, a quarter of them are willing to come, and we can be blessed by the gods. ”

It was the basic duty of the nobility to respond to the call of the lord to go to battle, but this obligation could be put into action in two ways: one was to actually take the soldiers to the front line and advance and retreat with the lord, and the other was to pay taxes and "offset" such an obligation.

In the middle of winter, who would really come forward to go to the most desolate place in Ivota to confront the undead? The nobles are not Lei Feng, and although they have "obligations," they value "interests" more -- what benefits can they gain by fighting with the undead? Fools know how to choose.

"Thirty percent of these quarters can reach the Sola outpost at the appointed time, and then the country is still saved. ”

Luo Di shook his head and sighed, "Of the five thousand reinforcements in theory, there may only be three or four hundred people who can really help us, and these guys don't necessarily follow orders... The ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny. ”

A very simple numerical analogy can see that Roddy's current situation is not good - the undead with an unknown purpose in front, and a group of pig teammates watching coldly in the back, Roddy took his few teams into battle, and in terms of the situation, he was completely alone, and the road ahead was bleak.

Benjamin and Angmar, the only ones who are willing to support him, are also benevolent at this time, and the rest is up to themselves.

"I didn't plan to count on those noble lords for a long time. ”

Unaffected by these words, Sodrol turned to pack up his tent.

At this time, the scouts on the front line had reported the situation of the pathfinder, and the news that "everything was normal" was as always, but it didn't take long for Nata to jump silently from the trunk of a tree on the side, and leaned in front of Roddy to whisper a few words.

Her black and red leather armor was covered with a layer of white and brown cloth as "snow camouflage" at Roddy's request, and even the high-quality longbow from the Duke's Palace collection in her hand was wrapped in the same strip of cloth on the bow arm, if she wore a hood, she would not be able to make out in the snow at all, such an effect was almost equivalent to a weakened "concealment technique". And her current mission is to be a "scout" who directly obeys Roddy's orders.

Nata's words made Roddy's originally calm face slightly serious, he frowned and thought for a moment, and then said, "Eat something, and bring a team of elites to confirm later." ”

Nata nodded and turned to leave.

Roddy looked at the Karls Mountains in the distance, silently thinking about each next step.

And a few dozen meters away, Akasha, who was originally about to come over, happened to see the scene of Nata coming to Roddy's side and whispering, she stopped, and saw that the two people in the distance were so close, and the interest in talking to Roddy was suddenly gone-slightly hugging the "Energy Essence" in her hand, Akasha thought about it, and finally turned away a little gloomily.

"Pastor Akasha. ”

"Your Excellency. ”

Akasha's reputation in the camp was very high, and everyone in the cavalry regiment had an unusually high respect for the priest, and almost everyone would get up and salute all the way through, and she used to smile in response, but today she was really not in the mood...

What the hell was Roddy talking about when he was so close to her every day? Why did he never want to talk so much to me?

Akasha shook her head, and then thought that she was too "narrow-minded": Roddy was not her "personal belonging" after all, he had to control the entire army, he had to face a dangerous enemy, and there was too much to do, and he didn't care about continuing to teach himself the elf language... This is a normal thing.

But he always cared about whispering to the wood elf...

Thinking of this, Akasha still felt a little sour in her heart. To divert her attention, she thought about it... Reaching out and taking out a scroll that he had brought with him, he immediately sat down to the side, silently comparing the "Energy Essence" in his hand and looking at it.

Rowdy didn't teach much of the elf, but Akasha's memorable memory was quick to put it to use, and now she was fascinated by The Nature of Energy - and the more she read it, the more she felt as if she saw a different "world".

In the corner where no one was paying attention, Akasha gently clenched the "White Bone Thorn" scroll, and the faint golden pillar of light on her fingertips slowly loosened the scroll seal slightly...

At the same moment, Baron Belom was sitting quietly at his desk with his eyes closed.

Although a makeshift camp was set up at the foot of the gondola, Baron Belom was unequivocal about his tent - in other words, he was very good at "enjoying life"... The thick tent was made of thick solid wood keels, and the square tent even contained a living room, a bedroom, and a study, and most exaggeratedly, a desk and weapon rack, all of which were improvised from the traces above.

Undead have an endless lifespan, so keeping habits over long periods of time can often become very stubborn.

The same is true of Belom: he demands a very high quality of life, even when he is marching and fighting, he has to make sure that his tent has the taste of a "mansion", because this makes him feel that he is always a "nobleman" - even if it is only a low-ranking "baron".

"The knights sent by Angmar have already traveled to the south of the kingdom, which should be a reminder to the royal family. ”

"Benjamin is still in Hollier. ”

"Seventy percent of the nobles currently monitored within Evta have not moved since receiving Angmar's orders. ”

Messages from the front line were constantly reported to Belom by the soldiers, and although there were only six necromancers in the team, they released nearly 300 blood ravens at the same time with the support of the Tasman royal family, bringing most of the nobles' territories under surveillance.

The entire territory of Ivota was almost devoid of camouflage in Belom's eyes at this time.

"Roddy's party has left the city of Houllier and is heading towards Kars Mountain, and at their speed, they will be able to cross this area in about three days..."

When the soldier reported this information, Belom's eyes that had been closed suddenly opened, and the murderous aura that seemed to be like substance made the scout's body stiffen a little.

"You mean... They chose the Kars path?"

Belom's expression slowly relaxed, and he glanced at the map with a smile, "I was thinking of going head-to-head with them to try my level, but now it seems that it is really disappointing." ”

"It's really a disappointment, although I can defeat Ansadin and Magda, but after all, I'm just a young man who can't hold his breath..."

"Tsk..."

Sighing to himself, Belom was obviously disappointed with Roddy's performance, but the city and the cultivation were here, and he just waved his hand casually in the end: "Tell those mages about this, they know what to do." ”

Turning around, Belom's gaze turned to the word "Elson" on the map, and he had completely lost interest in "Roddy", the enemy he had been planning to kill.

Such an enemy is not worth his attention, just a command, a look, and the opponent will disappear into this world without a sound...

It's just so boring.

Belom pulled a book from the shelf, straightened his rich robe, and looked through it boredly.

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