Frey swung his sword in anger, but Lavalen retreated one after another, refusing to meet him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Are you going to run away from this glorious swordsman duel, coward!" cried Frey, who was thundering as he rushed forward ******** to split the battle with Lavalen, soon leaving Kutara and the two frostwolves out of sight.

"Hahaha!" Lavalen laughed wildly in the snow, "we're fighting a war that never stops, and who cares about a useless sense of honor!"

"Then don't blame me for meddling!" a deep voice rang out from behind Lavalen, and a golden sword pierced from under his right rib, slicing through his leather armor with ease.

Frey stopped his attack in astonishment, and watched as Lavalen's body collapsed and lay on the snow, the unstoppable blood like a flood bursting the levy, staining the snow red in an instant, and then freezing into dark red ice crystals.

"Is that Lord Frey of Icebreath?" a golden-armored swordsman stood not far from Ravallen, flying snowflakes obscuring his face, but Frey could see that the sword in his hand was still dripping blood.

"Solana or Malad?" Frey asked tentatively. He stared vigilantly at the swordsman who had slain Ravalen, silently bringing Yunmaru into his scabbard.

The golden-armored swordsman stooped down to carry Lavalen's corpse and replied respectfully, "Lower Sword-wielder Malad, it's a pleasure to be of your help, Lord Frey. ”

Frey remained skeptical for a long time, waiting until he could see Maryd's scarred face before letting his guard down. Malad was accompanied by several officers and men of the Sixth Corps, as well as two captives who had their tongues cut out and were snorting endlessly. The group returned to the Moongate Square, where Kutara was struggling to suppress the irascible baron, while the north wind paced leisurely. Marad knocked on the door of a spacious wooden house, and Frey comforted the baron, and together with Kutara, tied up the frostwolf and followed the sword-wielder into the house.