Frey parried Weiner with great difficulty, and before he could retreat, he was kicked in the face by Weiner, and he fell backwards on his back. He felt a wave of dizziness www.biquge.info he came back to his senses, and vaguely saw that the sharp tip of the poisonous fire was less than an elbow away from his throat, and the churning and burning emerald flames on the sword body had scorched the hard cuirass and emitted a pungent mushy smell.

"Give in, or die. Weiner said majestically.

"Kill me! I'm the last of Escud's men, but not the last of Ice's Breath. There are plenty of officers who can take my place, and they'll donate blood to prove to you that Ice's Rest is ours. Kill me, and you still won't be able to set foot in Ice's Breath. Frey roared indignantly.

"Oh, silly boy, what a mistake you have made! How could I have allowed you to die so unjustly. Look, we didn't intend to have Ice's Breath, we never wanted to! Who the would want a hole in the ground where you can't even see the sun's rays? We just need to get some back... Well... Something that was meant to be ours.

"We don't want your life either, maybe for some of the blindless bandits, the head of the Lord of Ice's Castle can be exchanged for a lot of ransom, but it's worthless to us. As long as you swear allegiance to Euan, you can continue to be your Lord of Ice's Breath Castle in peace, and no one will bother you again. You can spend your energy on personal issues such as whether to sleep with a maid or a farmer's daughter at night, or how to reconcile the petty nobles in the fiefdom.

"Now, I'll ask one last time, give in or—" Before Weiner could finish speaking, a bow and arrow landed on his armor, causing an immediate violent explosion that threw his body out of the digital and smashed a small wooden cart into pieces.

Frey looked back to see Idney standing among the burning ruins of the tent. She was dressed in a loose leather wallet—clearly not her own, perhaps stolen, or perhaps ripped from a soldier by order of her second order as the mistress of Ice-Breath—with a day job in her hand, a quiver straddled around her waist and a few rockets stuck in the sporadic sporadical.

"Run!" Edney shouted, meeting Frey, who was stumbling on his feet.