Fett's gaze remained on Xue Rui, who guessed that Xue Rui must have escaped the civil strife of the Moon Shield Mercenary Group three years ago, and even if Xue Rui had a good relationship with Eddie, she would choose between life and death. Fyld told Patrick about "leaving Alain behind" and "leaving the Moonshield Mercenaries to come here", and everyone was noncommittal about it, except for Ayana who made one suggestion.

"I want to write a letter to Nangus... Even meet him. Ayana, who had once had short hair to her shoulders, looked to the south of the city, where there was a pasture, and to the south of the pasture was a large grassland.

Fidel's eyes widened for two seconds, as if he had thought of something strange, "How long will it take to get from here to the stronghold of the Rock Thieves?"

Ayana took out an arrow without an arrow from her back and made a good deal on the sand.

"Five to seven days. ”

"Then go ahead," said Fidel, with the same expression on his expression as he did when he was thoughtless, "please say hello to Mr. Russell for me, he should have known of the death of the Pillar Priest long ago... Is my mission complete?" this is what Fidel wants to confirm the most in the past six months, as the previous letters sent back from Nangus have said that Russell and André do not live in the Rock Thieves.

Before leaving, Ayana told Noor and Patrick that this was probably the most Ayana had ever spoken to the two rough men, and after making sure that Fid would be protected enough, Ayana left alone that night. Fidel did not fear for his own safety, and a large force of the Potato Mercenary Regiment was approaching from the rear, helping the great northern power, both nominally and practically.

There are also a few other mercenaries in the medium-sized cities where Shirry and the Vengeance Mercenary Group appeared, and most of those mercenaries are stragglers in the Winter Country, they have no organization and no purpose. The reason for driving them here was nothing more than the instigation of the officials in their hometown - in a sense, they were not even mercenaries, after all, in the eyes of Fielder and his party, what they held in their hands could not be called "weapons", at best they were sharper farm tools.

They don't even have to go out of their way to the taverns and inns, because these Winterlanders from their homeland like to hype up the purpose of their presence.

"Ludwig, that guy is really powerful, he just took down the Duchy of Magini, and he has to gather forces again!

"Are you in the water? It's Lord Ampworn's orders! If it weren't for Lord Ampworn's command in the country, how would that leopard boy be able to handle so many things?"

"Ludwig, Ampwer, none of us have much to do with it... I've only heard that the threshold for joining the Legion this time is very low!"

"Yes, but we're going to work with mercenaries, and we're going to stay with some Silver Tooth Mercenary Regiment, Wolf Mercenary Regiment... I'm not bragging, with my force, those real mercenaries will have a hard time knocking me down..."

Patrick looked at the last Winter Nation to speak, and he couldn't help but whisper to Fid and Noor, "If he really didn't brag, then he would never be able to stand with this group." ”

Of course, Fei De could also see that these men from villages and towns all over the Winter Country did not have much strength, and they may not have fully weighed their abilities, but there were many Winter Country people who came here like them, and most of them gave up their rural work to come here.

The closer you get to the stronghold of Opvo, the more such Winter Nationals there are, but there are also more Winter Nationals with a certain strength and mercenaries from other countries. Fid and Noor slowed down in the days that followed, and at some point infiltrated the mercenaries, gaining more and more information.

It turned out that the call they had received had been made by King Adam himself, and that the Lord of the Winter Kingdom had issued this call four months earlier, calling on all those who were interested in changing their fate and the fate of the Winter Kingdom to join an army known as the "Winter King's Army". The commander-in-chief and commander-in-chief of this regiment was King Adam himself, the chief of the general staff was Ludwig, and the deputy commander was the Marquis of Ampwol. Although King Adam himself was the commander-in-chief, all the Winter Nationals who came out of their hometown and walked to the foreign hub city knew very well that the sick and weak king could not bear any real responsibility, and they either had a good impression of Ludwig's "civilian policy" and civilian status, or they were interested in Ampworn's goal of promotion and wealth, and more importantly, they were really poor.

Patrick talked to a few Winter people living in remote inland areas, and it turned out that the economic and trade capacity of Winter Country is really very poor, and there is no other reason, because the land here is so barren, and it is difficult to grow anything. The perennial harsh environment can only make the people here thick-skinned, and it cannot attract businessmen who are accustomed to a good life here. Therefore, whether it is agriculture or commerce, the Kingdom of Kosai can be ranked at the bottom of the continental countries, and can only rely on a few minerals to support the economy. The situation of the core city and the three major fortresses is fine, followed by the border port cities and the hub cities of neighboring countries, and most of the remaining inland towns cannot help this country, plus the double taxation of the local lords and the central kingdom, it is really not easy for the people of the winter country to live.

After going to war with the Republic of Marvil, the Duchy of Mageni, and the Eastern Oguna Empire, the weak northern power was even more in a difficult situation. If it weren't for the rise of the Sunrise Plateau and Ludwig's economic policy, I am afraid that the Winter Kingdom would not have been able to spare the money to maintain the military expenses for the attack on the Duchy of Magini.

It is precisely because of the background of the Winter Country that Ampwer's policy to attract the people of the Winter Country emphasizes more on "promotion" rather than "making a fortune". There are a lot of official positions, and it is also what these Winter people are looking forward to if they have a military rank, but whether they can get what they want, these Winter people who gather together are still quite puzzled. On the contrary, those who believe in Ludwig and are attracted by the "civilian policy" proposed by the other side seem to be more calm, they just want to change the winter country that is looked down upon by other countries on the mainland while making a mess.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man with a large iron wine glass in his hand, stood on the long wooden wine table in two steps, glanced at all the drinkers, and shouted: "In the past, the Magini people looked down on us! They thought we were Yankees, savages! Now they have been wiped out by Lord Ludwig, and they have been completely divided! This is what will happen to those who look down on us Winterlanders! We will make all those who look down on us... We all know it's wrong!!"

Sporadic echoes were heard, and the three of them sat in the corner, unmoved.

"Today, we are gathered together for the future of the Winter Kingdom, and we join the Winter King's army so that the name of the King of the Winter Kingdom will resound throughout the continent! Do you all have this awareness?!Donate blood for the Winter King!" the young man pressed his left hand to his chest and continued to shout loudly on the long table, except for a few drinkers who had been kicked over by him, everyone else was half-drunk and half-attentive.

The young man drank his glass and let out a long hiccup, "We will be the heroes of the Winter King's army!" More drinks poured into the stomach, and more echoes were heard, and the tavern keeper asked his men to join in the call and serve the glasses of wheat wine mixed with water.

A man sitting at the far end of the long table with his right leg crossed and his eyes closed suddenly said sarcastically: "Heroes, are you sure that you people are not worth more than mercenaries?"

People with a fever are not afraid of fire, but the yin wind blowing from behind has a special effect. This low-pitched rhetorical question brought back the momentary Winter Drinkers, and Fielder could see clearly that the sarcaster had a cross scar on his face, the "cross" was very long, from the root of the ear to the mouth, and the three weapons inserted behind the satirical man were also very eye-catching, obviously not a guy to mess with.

Before the young man at the table could get angry, a drinker who was closer to the satirist threw the meat pie in his hand. The sarcastic dodged the food attack without opening his eyes, and continued to sit there as if he were a martial arts master waiting to be challenged by others.

"What did you just say??" the young man walked towards the sarcaster with a cat-like pace, kicking over a lot of dishes.

The sarcastic spoke again: "I don't think you're even as good as those mercenaries who value money as their lives." ”

The young man had already rushed to the satirical man, and he raised the large iron wine glass in his hand to smash it. Only a few of the still awake people of Feder could see what was happening in the next second—the sarcaster's left hand was slow to reach back, but the three actions of drawing the sword, swinging the sword, and retracting the sword were completed in the blink of an eye, and the iron wine glass in the young man's hand was left with only the ears, like a little ghost holding a bent iron rod.

The drinkers who didn't drink too much immediately came to their senses, and most of the people who were afraid quickly stayed away, while those who drank a few more drinks didn't understand the situation at all. The young man was stunned, he looked at the smooth cut in his hand, and then at the sarcastic man with his arms crossed and his eyes still closed, and after ten seconds, sweat began to break out on his forehead, and all the wine he had drunk seeped from his skin and onto his clothes.

"I... I—" The young man slowly stepped back and fell off the long table with one foot in the air, "I didn't mean to... I didn't mean to offend you!" The madness just now was gone, and the same people who were hiding away from the young people were those of the Winter Kingdom who had looked down on the sarcastic just now - everyone realized that the swordsman sitting at the far end of the long table could easily kill them, and the strong man's momentum had already made the alcohol completely gone, and the sarcastic did not speak again, but just closed his eyes and recuperated.

After most of the drinkers had escaped the tavern, Fed took the initiative to walk up to the satirist.

Feder stood in front of the satirical man, carefully examining the other man's appearance, the other man did not have a single beard, his short brown and yellow hair was neat and neat, and his whole face was delicate except for the scar.

"Hello, excuse me..."

"I haven't seen you in years, how can you follow someone else?" the sarcastic still had his eyes closed.

Fyld was a little surprised, but Patrick opened his mouth in response.

"Like you, I became a mercenary. ”