It's 'Frost'!

The blood was sliding down the familiar inscription, dripping.

Carolus looked at the child's eyes in front of him who were full of loss after seeing his face, and felt a little inexplicable throbbing in his heart, "This is... The Earl's child..."

"Who are you!"

Jorah asked in a hostile tone.

The barbarian who had just been in the world had been pierced through the heart, and as the broad sword body was withdrawn, the giant axe fell, and the body that had lost its support fell weakly on him, causing it to let out an involuntary muffled snort.

"You're... The Mormont family...?"

"Jorah, son of Carolus Mormont!" Jorah pushed away the burly and somewhat astonishing corpse of the brute, and looked proudly and vigilantly at the man in front of him who was holding a giant sword in one hand and suddenly appeared at a critical moment, "Why is my father's sword in your hand?"

"What's this..."

Carolus reluctantly organized his words, after all, what he was occupying now was Barak's body, "Your father is chasing the Omenwolf Wolf, the leader of the barbarians of the Misty Mountains, maybe the two of them fought a little fiercely, anyway, when I went over, I only found this 'frost'..."

"What about my father?"

Jorah asked eagerly.

"Perhaps..."

This question stopped Carolus, and it was hard to say that he was too confident, and not only did he lose to the brute called the Wolf of Omens, but he also failed to save the Count's body, and was taken away by him to be sacrificed to 'Virgilvis'.

Although he came to his senses at the time and planned to take it back, when he gave Barak the status of Templar and forcibly descended, he was dragged back by the rebellion of the highlanders who sensed that Ryan was not in the right situation and released General William, so that he settled these problems and led people over, and only picked up this Mormont's family heirloom sword.

"Is that so..."

Jorah had probably already figured out an answer on her own, and she didn't even care about Carrollus's vague words, "I see that you have the Clermont family crest tattooed on your stomach, are you...?"

"Huh?"

Carolus glanced down at the high-end item on his body, which was probably made by the chief blacksmith of the Clermont family, and responded, a little unsuitable for his current identity: "That's right... I am.. Barak—" he quickly recalled the body's memories through the chip, and introduced himself as the locals did, "Sharpster and Fesd's son of Gerbold Clermont. ”

"Fesdna?" Naturally, Jorah, who lives here, is familiar with the distance between this territory and Ryan City, "So Barred Clermont is...?"

"My brother!"

Roughly understanding the doubts in Jorah's heart, Carolus had no choice but to explain the memory information provided by the chip, "The Misty Mountain people have breached our family's castle, Barred has escaped through the secret passage, and I..." he raised his severed palm, "I was lucky enough to be rescued by Lord Earl after being captured by those damned barbarians, so you don't have to be nervous at all, I don't have any hostility." ”

"As for this sword that belongs to the Mormont family," Carolus took the initiative to mention, and said with a kind understanding of his thoughts, "When the Earl returns, I will return it to him with my own hands!"

"Thank you! On behalf of the Mormont family, I would like to thank you for your selflessness!" Jorah solemnly performed a knightly salute and said gratefully, "In addition, you have just come to my aid, the Mormont family..."

"Okay, we'll talk about that after the battle is over. Carolus interrupted the hypocritical politeness of these nobles with a little impatience, "Child... Cough... Can you still fight?" he looked at the miserable situation in the small space, and his eyes suddenly focused on the dark red lines on the brute's arm, "It's rare to have a guy who doesn't like naked..."

"Someone!"

Swinging his sword to rip the leather armor off his body, this unexpected gain made Carolus nod in satisfaction, "Drag this corpse out, find a suitable place to store it, and hand it over to me when the battle is over!"

"Yes, sir!"

Hearing this, the highlander soldiers accompanying him walked in, grabbed the brute's arms one by one, and dragged the body out, bringing out a trace of red blood.

"I can still fight!"

Jorah replied as she waited for them to finish.

He didn't care about Carolus's behavior, only if he was collecting the corpses of these barbarians who should be the elite level of the leader to fight for merit, "Those barbarians should be in the direction of the inner city, and I am familiar with the intersection of Ryan's road!"

In order to show that she was fine, Jorah picked up the saber that had fallen to the side and swung it a few times, "But how many people did you bring with you?"

"Sentinel?"

"These barbarians took advantage of the shaman's sorcery, and the Duke's elite troops didn't even have time to dispatch, and the sudden night attack broke through the outer city almost instantly, plunging the whole of Ryan into chaos..."Jorah explained, "And this sorcery has strong side effects..."

"Crazy, I know. Carolus interrupted him, "So what?"

"So I guess the barbarians in charge of attacking Dugan and Fesdena will rush over to support and respond!" Jorah suggested in an affirmative tone, "We must arrange for some of our men to guard the outer walls, and the other men to be responsible for clearing the barbarians who are raging in the city, and the troops guarding the inner city will be flanked back and forth to destroy them in one fell swoop!"

"Nice plan!"

Carolus bowed her head in agreement, "Then let's go! I'll get people on the other side of the wall." ”

“...”

Jorah was a little helpless to lose, of course, the purpose of his suggestion was to be in charge of the command of guarding the city wall, after all, the merit of rescuing Ryan was in front of him, who would want to stabilize the rear?

It's not like those commanders who are eager to make merit, he just wants to take revenge, let the people of the Misty Mountains return in vain, he is the most suitable candidate, he originally thought that the man of the Clermont family in front of him would agree, but he didn't expect that he would not even let go of the opportunity to make meritorious contributions, "Family..."

And this little bit of caution naturally can't escape Carolus's eyes, he just doesn't worry about letting Jorah stay, although it is still unknown whether the people of Misty Mountain have a follow-up plan, but after all, he once promised the Earl's heroic spirit to keep his family safe, happy, happy and safe.

At this time, I am still a little ashamed to think about it, if it weren't for the timely arrangement of fate, this kid would definitely be dead and alive, so wouldn't he have become a treacherous person?

New hatred and old hatred combined, Carolus smiled in a solemn tone: "I brought a legion this time! It's time to make those damn Misty Mountain barbarians pay some price!"

"The price of blood!"

Jorah nodded in agreement, and resigned himself to following Carolus out of this small building like the Shura Field, the bright light shining through the eaves, elongating the figure and making him squint his eyes with a smile, "Look, the sun is up!"