As one of the coldest places in Antas, the Northland is largely peaceful, and the cold prevents creatures from doing useless actions unless necessary, lest precious heat be lost needlessly.

Just calm doesn't mean peace and tranquility, because it's inaccessible and diverse, and it's also a place of chaos that Antas is famous for.

The village is on fire, and the looting of the gray orcs has brought astonishing disasters.

Two snow elf scouts stared at the gray-white orcs burning and looting outside the burning village, their expressions were extremely solemn, in addition to the famous snow elf settlement in the north of the Dragonspine Mountains, there was also the largest white orc settlement in all of Antas.

Unlike the snow elf tribes, who actively communicate with the outside world, the White Orcs live in seclusion and isolation, living in the inaccessible forest, and if there is anything that can make them accessible to outsiders, it is probably the White Orc Raiders that will inevitably appear after each autumn.

The further north the Northland becomes, the more barren the materials become, and when it comes to the forest of the White Orcs, the annual prey is completely unable to meet the needs of these burly and powerful orc subspecies, and after providing food and clothing for newborn children and teenagers every year, they will send the old White Orcs to take a large number of young and strong people to the wild forest to plunder, so as to reduce the pressure on food, and also invisibly control the population.

Fighting the White Orc Hunting Regiment is something that almost all Northlanders face every year.

It's just that this year's one is different from previous years.

Due to the rampant poaching activities in the north, the number of beasts in the orc forests is decreasing, and the orcs, whose main economic means are fishing and hunting, send out larger raiding teams every year than the previous year.

The elven tribes in the south heard the news that the white orcs on the snow field could not bear it anymore this year, and all the tribes united to elect a great chief and formed an orc army of 2,000 people, ready to invade the south and punish unruly humans and elves.

The number of this 'army' is already very staggering in the Northland, the orc tribe has always been famous for its soldiers, there is no shortage of shamans in the tribe who have the existence of powerful spellcasters, and the top orc weapon masters have extraordinary martial arts that can defeat a hundred enemies on the battlefield - such weapon masters almost every white orc tribe has at least one, this kind of calamity-level warriors appear on the battlefield, combined with the assistance of shamans and marksmen can cause a terrifying effect like a meat grinder.

The route of this army for more than a month, the famous large nomads, barbarians, elves, and dwarven tribes of the Northlands have been tragically trampled, and as they follow the map south, the location of Snow Swamp Town is in front of them.

“...... In a day at most, the vanguard of the White Orcs will arrive?"

After receiving the scout's report, the mayor of Snow Swamp, Chasaline, frowned, she had the same long silver hair and pale blue pupils as her daughter, but the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes made her look a little vicissitudes.

"The vanguard of four hundred people, I'm afraid it will be enough to attack without the need for a follow-up army, Captain Sindal, how many of our guards are left?"

"200 people, the patriarch, our people plus the rest of the townspeople who are stationed. Sindal gritted his teeth: "If you mobilize urgently, you can get together 250 people." ”

"Alas~" The patriarch shook his head with a deep frown: "What about the reinforcements? ”

"Reinforcements, probably tomorrow. Sindal said, "Patriarch, tomorrow afternoon." ”

"Then we 250 people have to resist half a day. Chasaline was even more distressed, and after thinking for a long time, she sighed: "So be it, Sindal, strengthen the fortifications, there is not much time left for us. ”

"Yes, Patriarch, please cheer yourself up too. Sindar bowed and quietly stepped back.

"Cheer up?" Chasaline smiled deeply as she looked at the giant trees in the center of Snow Swamp.

At the end of this war, the tribes of Snow Swamp will be completely trapped in the embarrassment of being under the fence, and this is the result of the tribe paying a huge price to obtain.

Thinking about the future, Chasaline was a little depressed and didn't know how to cheer herself up at all.

She walked into the backyard, a room in the courtyard, where the guard dutifully guarded the doorway, and saw Chasaline come over, and opened the door with a solemn salute.

Seve was on the bed, sitting quietly with the puppet in her arms.

When Patriarch Chasaline saw Sif's appearance, he couldn't help but shed tears of sorrow: "Sif. ”

"Mom. The elf girl looked at her mother, who had been frowning for a month, with some confusion, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed, and her mother looked at her with the same eyes.

"I'm sorry, baby, Mom doesn't have the power to revitalize the clan, so she can only make sacrifices for the clan. Patriarch Chasaline sobbed.

"It's okay, Mom, but ......" Seve looked a little gloomy, "I really don't want to get married." ”

"Yes, it is blasphemous that Fatalin actually violated the rules of the Northland elves for thousands of years and proposed a marriage contract to the underage elves. The patriarch's face showed anger, which quickly turned to sadness: "Mom really can't resist their request, they want to set up the defense line in the south, if they don't agree to his request, Snow Swamp Town and the Mother Tree will be destroyed." ”

"It's okay Mom, maybe it's fate. Seve blinked emotionally.

"Baby, we must get some rest, this may be our last quiet night, good night. Patriarch Chasaline kissed Seve lightly on the forehead, walked to the door, and glanced back at Siv, the elf girl waved her hand, and Chasaline sighed and reluctantly closed the door.

Destiny.

......

Sif pulled up the quilt and read it softly.

She blinked a little confusedly, what was fate?

Maybe it's something that you can't refuse and have to face as life continues.

Seve suddenly thought of what would have happened two years ago, the red dragon that had come from the sky, and the white dragon that had frightened people at first but gradually made him laugh.

That's fate, too.

I wonder where Mr. Long went?

Seve suddenly misses the Ice Palace a little, although life there is not free, but she is also relieved after gradually gaining insight into Shirakawa's personality. After returning to the tribe that he had been concerned about day and night for the past two years, Sif obviously felt that something was weighing on him, and he was far less comfortable than when he was in the Ice Palace.

It was heavy and dark, and it made her breathless.

Responsibility, affection, protection.

~If you want to protect the town, you have to agree to the 'treaty' of the elven patriarch.

Sif remembered the patriarch who was more 'young and promising' in the general opinion of the elven race, and she had also seen the male elf named Fatalin, who was polite on the surface, but aggressive at the negotiating table, and always felt that there was something hidden under that polite and polite face.

The elf girl inexplicably had an intuition that if she was combined with this person, it must be a very painful thing.

She sighed and lifted the covers, the Northland was about to reach its coldest season, but she was not afraid of the cold in this room with a fireplace with a white river collar.

Snow was boiling on one side of the room, and she took off her coat to wash her body, but when she looked down, her body suddenly stiffened.

I don't know when there was a shadow at the head of the bed.

Seve was stunned for a moment, and found that this shadow looked like a half-grown child, she raised her head, and saw the red eyes and white hair under the light of the fireplace flames, and after a burst of surprise, she was embarrassed: "Hey, Mr. Longlong, why are you here?"

"Why am I here?" Bai He's eyelids jumped and looked at Siv, and suddenly became angry: "I won't come again, waiting for you to run away with someone else?"

Shirakawa's tone was full of annoyance, since he knew that Sif had left, he immediately got more detailed information from Baron Jonker, Sif was captured by the mercenary group with a bounty and sent to Snow Swamp Town, which was not unexpected by him, what made him angry was that the mayor of Snow Swamp Town sold Sif to an elven patriarch without saying a word in order to ally the Elf tribes of the Northlands.

Isn't this posture going to be green? When he's a green-headed dragon?

Bai He was very upset and quickly rushed over.

Seve hurriedly covered Bai He's mouth: "Mr. Long, be quiet, you will hear it outside." ”

She hugged Shirakawa, her whole body was pressed against his back, her face flushed slightly, and there was no unnatural feeling.

"What are you afraid of?" Bai He opened Sif's hand and glared at Sif: "Can Ben Long talk to you and still let people outside hear me?

"That's fine...... Seve smirked awkwardly, she blinked at Bai He, and suddenly scratched her head with a smile: "Mr. Long didn't have an accident, it's great." ”

"Are you wishing I was dead and at ease with your elven fiancé?" Siff's attitude made Shirakawa sigh a little, and he rolled his eyes and asked.

"No, no, no, no, no, I don't like him. ”

Seve hurriedly shook her hand and denied it.

"Hmm, you don't like male elves, don't you like Benlong?" asked Shirakawa expectantly.

"No, Mr. Long, you're still a child. Seve laughed dryly.

Bai He was furious, and hugged Sifu with his teeth and claws: "You bold maid, how dare you tell the truth at such a time?"

"Don't bite, Mr. Long, it hurts!" Seve laughed and broke away from the white river, scrambling to put on her clothes.

"Hmph, aren't you also a child?" Bai He pouted: "Is that elf Lolicon actually hungry at you? This is so shameless! I must eat him! Also, you said you don't like him? So you are still forced to marry! It's so hateful! I'll go and talk to your mother." ”

"No, Mr. Long, please don't hurt my people. Seve hurriedly grabbed Bai He: "My mother is also forced to do so." ”

"Then you tell me the truth, do you want to go with me, or do you want to stay?" Shirakawa asked with a proud snort.

If you want to stay, take it, if not, take it happily, perfect.

Bai He pondered the script in his heart and gave himself a thumbs up.

Seve hesitated. Her eyes lit up, and she quickly lowered her mood again: "It's great that Mr. Long can come to me, but my people are under threat of death, and I can't escape responsibility." ”

"Do you want to stay here or come with me?" saw Sif's wavering, White Dragon said.

"Woo~" Sif's eyes were red, and she looked at this angry white dragon and suddenly felt a little aggrieved.

"Hmph, what a mother-in-law, mother-in-law, indecisive! Bai He roared, grabbed the disheveled Sif, spread his wings with his power armor, smashed through the room and flew out.

Hearing the movement, Chasaline rushed out in disheveled clothes, and she watched in amazement as the white shadow that flew so hard to see her face in the blink of an eye snatched away her daughter, and for a moment her mind felt like thunder, and she was at a loss for what to do.

The scout in front came with bad news again: "Patriarch, the vanguard of the white orcs did not camp and stay, but rushed over directly, and they will arrive in two hours." ”

Chasaline's eyes darkened, and she felt as if she had been struck with a stick, and after a long time she reluctantly ordered: "Quick! Quickly call the guards up and get ready for battle." ”

"Patriarch!" another scout said, "The emissary of the Alliance has arrived, and Lord Fatalin himself has arrived. ”

The patriarch's eyes were dark again, and he almost didn't stand firm: "God!

Thinking of her daughter who had been taken away inexplicably, Chasaline thought desperately