The hour hand of the season creeps into the winter zone, and from the northern tundra blows more and more bitter cold winds, into the Azeroya plains, roaming uncontrollably.

This winter, it seems, is much colder than any previous year.

In the province of Azero, all the people have this feeling.

Freya felt it the most.

The girl stood at the head of Sunset City, her hands crossed into fists, hugged in front of her chest, her mouth exhaled with white mist, her cheeks were red, and her eyes looked extremely worried as she looked into the distance.

The dragon lance guards patrolling the city walls did not make it difficult for her, both because of the several tall guards standing beside the girl, and because of the chamber of commerce logo on the guards.

The Golden Clover Chamber of Commerce is nowhere near its heyday, but it still retains some of its former influence in Azero, and even arrogant dragon lancers are reluctant to offend a member of the Chamber of Commerce, especially when neither governor is in the city.

Freya ignored the eyes of the soldiers around her, and just looked worriedly at the defense of the central mountain range, praying for the safe return of her grandfather and His Royal Highness Constantine.

Although she had never had a keen sense of politics, everything the Chamber had heard from the vicinity of the Doge's Palace made it clear that Caulfield and Nero had left Sunset City and their whereabouts were unknown.

How important was it for the two big men who sat in the capital of Azeroya Province to leave together? and took away more than half of the Silver Dragon Warriors stationed near the Governor's Palace.

Inside and outside Sunset City, I don't know how many insiders are talking about it, secretly speculating whether His Majesty the Emperor is going to change a new governor, so as to weaken the excessive influence of the Silver Dragon Family in Azeroa.

Freya knew this, and Caulfield must have somehow learned of the rebels' hiding place, and went to the Central Mountains to suppress them herself.

Thinking of her grandfather who left a few days ago, Freya's heart tightened, and her heart was full of gloom.

Did the rebels survive the unprecedented blows of the Dragonlance Dynasty this time?

Freya was young, but she also knew how terrifying the Marquis of Caulfield was, the dragon knight.

The thought that her grandfather and the rebels would face such a peerless powerhouse made Freya's hands and feet cold, and so did her heart.

Although Freya tried to comfort herself more than once, the girl's reason clearly told her that the rebels had no chance of winning this battle.

If there are no accidents, this winter should be the last winter for the rebels.

This is a painful fact for any Azerotan who longs to return to his country.

Is there really no hope?

Unconsciously, the girl's eyes suddenly appeared in front of her that day, the figure of Constantine that day.

The young man stood in front of the carriage, standing on the blood-soaked battlefield, casting a spell in an understatement, and the brilliant light shone brightly, causing the seemingly powerful Silver Dragon Warriors to fall to the ground in an instant.

It was that battle that made Constantine's figure deeply imprinted in Freya's heart, and made her have great trust and admiration for Constantine.

If it were His Royal Highness, there must be a way to create a miracle, right? The girl suddenly clenched her fists, and a glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in her gloomy eyes, as if to dispel the cold in front of her.

Your Highness, you must win!" Freya thought silently.

The central mountains are getting colder.

The cold wind blows from the north into the interior of the central mountain range, bringing winter greetings.

In the Black Forest, more and more fallen leaves are deposited on the ground, and the small animals that used to be active have disappeared, and only the sound of the cold wind blowing through the trees is loud, like the gods in charge of winter blowing and sighing to the earth.

Night falls.

It was pitch black in the deep forest, and there were no fingers to be seen, only a few faint rays of starlight sprinkled down.

The cold wind roamed the Black Forest, the rustle of leaves was hidden in the howling cold wind, and the occasional birdsong in the night sky seemed to be the only thing alive in the forest.

The wind is roaring in the Black Forest.

The Black Forest at night is extremely mysterious, and in the eyes of adventurers, this vast forest at night is undoubtedly a novel labyrinth.

For the young boys of Azero, who are familiar with all kinds of fairy tales, the Black Forest is a fantasy mecca with hidden treasures and castles

But no matter what kind of stereotype it is, it is very different from the perception of the two of them who are fleeing in the long forest.

In this suffocating darkness, Roland Austin stood under a tall old tree, raised his head, and looked through the gaps in the dense canopy at the sparse stars in the distant sky.

It's been nearly four days since he left Sunset Valley, but Roland hasn't let his guard down in the slightest.

With threats looming from behind, Caulfield didn't give up on the hunt.

Although the four days were very peaceful, the undercurrent under the calm surface was still turbulent.

It was only a matter of time before the Knights of Ice Murray caught up again.

In fact, in the past four days, Constantine and Roland have come close to passing by the searching dragon lancers on several occasions.

Caulfield was obviously prepared, the people who participated in this "tempest" operation were the elites of the Ice Knights, and the Silver Dragon Samurai of the Vismal family were also masters, and their physical strength was enough to handle the hard work of searching in the Central Mountains, and in the case of multiple people, it was enough to support Caulfield to rush to support.

So for the past four days, Constantine and Roland have tried their best to avoid a head-to-head confrontation with the search force, and although the strength of the two of them does not require an army that is not afraid of dragon lances, the power of Caulfield has always been a lingering shadow in their hearts.

Even Roland did not have the confidence to fight the dragon knight and retreat in front of many knights.

A wave of magic suddenly swept over the forest.

Roland's heart moved, and he subconsciously held his breath and glanced somewhere in the darkness.

Looking up, through the gaps in the leaves, you can vaguely observe a magician in a magic robe floating under the night sky, using the [Eagle Eye Technique] to peek below the forest sea.

Haldson.

The mage muttered to himself, his gaze constantly scanning the orb in his hand, but there was no target in the magic orb.

Halfson scrutinized the image projected by Eagle Eye, but still had no clue, and chanted another incantation.

A pale gray halo of magic spread out of his hand and fell into the woods below.

It's a spell that detects signs of life, but any creature with an active breath of life is exposed to the light.

However, there were dozens of lights that appeared in Hedson's perception, and all of them were very faint, so it was speculated that they should be small animals in the woods.

"Neither in this area. The mage muttered to himself, marking the map he had with him, and then flew off the other side, disappearing from Roland's field of vision.