A month later.

In the West Bok Forest, just outside Morinco, the imperial capital of the Land of Frost.

"How many people were captured?"

Sheil, sword in hand, stood on the frost-covered ground, and the forest in front of her was a mess.

After being ravaged by the Frost Nation's proud Frostbear cavalry and spellcasters, the forest in front of Shail's eyes was devoid of a single well-preserved tree.

There was once a big war here.

Over the course of a month, Shayl 'liberated' three of the Frost Eight, convincing them to join his coalition army to rid the Inquisitor of the threat.

But Shayl also encountered great resistance, in addition to several assassinations by the Inquisitor, the most chilling thing for Shayl was the incomprehensible fighting of his own compatriots.

When Shayl led his army to the West Burk Forest near the Imperial Capital, the guards from the Imperial Capital of the Land of Frost regarded Shayl as an enemy, and the battle escalated into a legion-to-legion war.

The end result was the victory of the garrison of the fortress led by Shail.

The commander of the guard was brought to Shail, who had seen the middle-aged man named Manak at the dance before the march.

The commander was still struggling when he brought it to Shail, but the garrison of the fortress was much rougher than the guards of the imperial capital, and the soldier behind the commander kicked him in the back of his knee, forcing him to fall to his knees in front of him.

"Shayle, you betrayer who has taken refuge in the devil! You're not qualified to hold that sword! ”

He raised his head and stared angrily at the young man in front of him, but when his gaze met Shail's silver-gray pupils, the anger in his heart was occupied by a cold that seeped into his bone marrow.

It's something far more terrifying than killing intent.

The last time he saw the prince at the ball, he was just a recruit who didn't look like he could even kill.

But when he looked at Shayl, who was now standing in front of him, he felt a heartfelt fear.

"Sir Menak, tell me whose order it was?"

Shail's voice was as cold as Ling Ran's cold wind, and she didn't ask any superfluous questions.

This encounter in the forest saw the loss of too many of his compatriots, both from the guards and from the garrison in the fortress.

This is a war that is simply meaningless!

"Country... Your Majesty..."When he mentioned His Majesty, he finally found some courage to continue to question the behavior of the person in front of him, "Your Majesty the King and the people of the Land of Frost will never allow you to ......"

"Menak? How did you come here, you kid, Menak! ”

Before the commander could finish his words, Marshal Amter came out from the other side with a long sword.

In the previous battle, Field Marshal Amter was in charge of the army on the right, and this commander was the caster unit from the rear.

"Uncle?" The commander's eyes widened when he saw Marshal Amter.

Marshal Amt ignored the other party and knelt directly in front of Shail.

"Your Highness, please hand over this commander to me to punish." Marshal Amter said.

Shayl nodded slightly, she knew that Marshal Amter's family had always been known for its strict family rules, and that commander shot at the royal family, even with the king's order, it was also a punishment.

And Shayl did not have time to deal with the punishment of these captives.

Her gaze looked at the Imperial City in the distance, which was still a long way away, but she could see the towering walls of the Imperial City.

What scared Shayl the most had finally happened, the Inquisitors had already infiltrated the Frost Nation's imperial capital, and worst of all, they had most likely replaced the king.

No matter how hard Sheil tried to explain what he had done along the way, there were still many nobles who believed that Sheil had taken refuge with the devil before pointing his sword at the country.

All she could do now was push her way to the heart of the Frost Nation and bring the truth to the King.

But if even the king has been replaced by the Inquisitor......

Shayl looked up at the sky, where a raven hovered.

The crow followed Shayl on his journey, and Shayl guessed the crow's identity.

She moved away from the center of the battlefield to a no-man's corner and waved open the net.

Shail's web is much more lively than it was a month ago, and the most direct proof is that every time she clicks on the text message, the number of unread messages in the text message increases to '99+'.

The amount of unread messages came from a council that the Fire Bearers invited Shayl to join, a council called the Motion Picture Society.

'Avatar filming site, the filming progress is nearing the end. ’

As soon as Shayl clicked in, he saw a new message from the Flower of Phalosi, with a photo attached to the message.

In the photo is a tree with bright foliage.

Although there is a rule in the association that prohibits revealing one's real-life identity, some people's identities are still easy to guess.

For example, the Flower of Phalosi, Shayl guessed that she was the actor who played Matilda, the heroine of "This Demon Is Not Too Cold", through the 'camp' function of the caster forum.

This Matilda will occasionally post the progress of new movies in the association.

'This should... Kind of a spoiler, right? The Sacred Tree Breeder popped up and gave a new reply.

'It's okay, it's not a spoiler if you don't tell me about the plot. ’

Shayl watched as there was a discussion about the new movie in the film association, and had just edited a message to send out, but his hand withdrew when he touched the send button.

During this time, Sheil's eyes were on the 'toxicity' of the film society, and she found many friends in the association who shared their views on film.

Once Sheil's first message is sent, she may join the people in the association to discuss the new movie.

But now is not the time to do such a thing.

Shayl closed the Film Society's newsletter and opened his directory of newsletters, with only two friends.

The first was the fire-bearer who had been helping her along the way, and the second was the journalist from Nolan whom Shayl knew.

'I need your help. ’

Shayl sent a text message to Thousand Faces.

Wherever Sheil led her troops, she would always follow Sheil, and now Sheil hoped to harness what she called the power of the 'media'.