Dylan Doncray's victory silenced many who doubted him, and it wasn't entirely bad news for Adel and the Knights, as well as the Fort Thunder soldiers who had once belonged to Baldwin, but it was clear that many of the lords and chambers of commerce who had supported Baldwin and his subordinates, either explicitly or implicitly, were hesitating. After all, John was the new Norman king of the Highlands, and even if Leona's inheritance was only the heir to the throne before his children, Leona had not yet regained her family name and power - so when Dylan expelled the soldiers on a large scale again, few people would stand up for them.

After all, they had all seen that in the battle of the spellcasters, the soldiers who were ordinary people could not play even the slightest role. The orcs were killed by lightning, by fire, by icicles, by acid, by poisonous mist, and they could not even get close to the twin walls of Thundercastle, and the priests of Kavu trembled and wailed, and the light of magic obscured the light of the stars and the moon, the scene was both amazing and mesmerizing, and ...... Surrendering

There were more soldiers and their families who had left this time than the last time, but fortunately they had seen how their companions had been expelled, and they were not surprised or frightened by this result, even though the weapons and armor were left, but whether it was the girl's skirt or the old man's cigarette pouch, there were daggers and spearheads hidden in them—they had already exchanged every copper and silver coin they had saved up and a few former merchants of Thundercastle for food that could be stored for a long time, as well as oilcloths, carriages, jugs and so on, so when the herald loudly announced Dylan Donclay's order, there was a palpitating silence, and the soldiers walked away without saying a word, pushed everything and their families into the wagon within the time limit of the notice, and left in an orderly manner under the gaze of everyone in Thundercastle.

"A bunch of impudent and despicable guys. One of the red-robed sorcerers said, "I think you should deprive them of all their possessions." He felt uncomfortable with this vague air of contempt and anger, and he had come from Grenada, accustomed to seeing faces twisted and disgusting with fear and flattery—and the look on their faces would have been a little more amusing if they suddenly knew that they had to walk across the Great Wilderness with their families with nothing.

"I think that's enough. Dylan said that during the three-day and night-long battle, he had discovered that as a spellcaster, he was indeed not the strongest among them, or more accurately, his strength could only be ranked in the lower middle, but so what, his bloodline had already destined him to be above most people, not only mortals, but also spellcasters, especially after Norman's inheritance was changed, his mother, Princess Diane, was Norman's second heir when John's new king had not yet given birth to a child, and Princess Leona was Norman's second heir when she had not yet given birth to a child, and as her son, he was the third heir。

Only Castle Thunder is his now, and there may be more in the future - no matter how powerful he is, the spellcasters will still bow to him and serve him.

"And what about the Elven Tower?" the warlock asked.

"You can take that," said Dylan, "and we don't need the elves anymore anyway." ”

The warlock smiled with satisfaction.

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The soldiers expelled from Thundercastle have entered the wasteland, and now is not a good time to travel long distances, as the harsh winter has taken over the Normans of the Highlands.

The horses struggled to their knees in the snow, the merchants who had followed Dylan Donclay to Fort Thunder refused to trade with them, and only a few merchants who had survived in the Castle of Thunder for generations and who had lived in Fort Thunder and had deep friendships with soldiers and knights (some of whom were in-laws) were willing to provide them with goods. Carts and horses, because more out of gratitude and pity, so many things can be said to be unspoken gifts rather than trades, such as those Moorish horses that can still move calmly with heavy carts in tow, this kind of horses are good at farming and carrying goods, hard work, infinite strength, the best is to withstand the torture of the bitter cold, if they are still using the military horses that the castle has given them, those hot-blooded horses that can be said to be invincible on the battlefield will probably have died in the cold mud.

"There could be a blizzard tonight. One soldier said that he had an old face, and that time had given him stiff limbs and a crooked back, but it had also given him sensitivity to changes in temperature and weather.

"Moorma is able to move forward in the blizzard," said their leader, "don't worry about the direction, I have a compass." He spread his fingers, and it was a delicate and small compass, with only one pointer and sixteen directions, and a brass chassis with a long chain that could only cover the knight's palm, but its silver hands glowed, "Is this a magic compass?" said the soldier with joy and surprise.

"A gift from a friend. The knight said that it was something that a strange mage had forwarded from the far south, and that along with it was a handwritten letter from Xiu, which he burned immediately after reading it, but that was why he knew that there would be a blizzard and still wanted to keep going—he didn't think that the orcs and thieves who had attacked Xiu and Adel and the others would suddenly become merciful.

He looked up at the sky, and all he could see was a drab, heavy leaden gray, the towering dead grass of the wasteland almost connected with the clouds hanging in the distance, the wind was cold and dry, and as it blew through human skin, it was like a worn dagger scraping your face and hands repeatedly.

"How big do you think this snow will be?"

"Average. The aging soldier said, "But I can't guarantee that it won't get bigger." ”

The knight held out his hand, and the snowflakes passed through his iron gloves, and he stared into the distance again for a moment: "If they are big enough to cover the eyes of the horses, we will stop." ”

The snow did not grow as the knight had suspected, and it was menacing, but not so great that the Normans had to stop and deal with it—but they stopped anyway, and formed a formation—the carriages formed a hollow circle, and the spear shafts were separated and hidden at the bottom of the carriages, and now they were assembled with the spear tips, and were held in the hands of the soldiers, and protruded through the cracks, the steel spear tips glowing with a chilling glow.

Each soldier gritted their teeth, knowing that they were about to face a bitter battle like never before, and even their wives and daughters had ready their oil cans and stones.

The enemies that emerged from the wind and snow were not orcs, but gnolls, who were not as tall as orcs, but much more greedy and shameless than orcs, and a girl could not help but let out a sobb at the sight of them, and her lover placed a sharpened piece of iron in her hand - once a female human fell into the claws of a jackal, she would face something darker and more desperate than the bottomless abyss. (To be continued.) )