Longji Mountain hasn't been so lively for a long time. Really, or rather, Dragonspine Mountain hasn't been so lively since that legendary war. All the Frost Guards were boiling, and soon, from the commander-in-chief to the ordinary soldiers, almost all the guards gathered near the outpost where Bai'an was, and their arguments made people worry about whether they would cause an avalanche.

The old commander Jon summoned Baian as soon as possible, or rather, the old commander came to this post as soon as possible, and his lieutenant later said privately that this was the fastest running a commander he had ever seen in nearly ten years, except for being chased out of the tavern by the commander's wife with a rolling pin. Of course, it was not that no one tried to stop the commander along the way, although the northerners were upright, they were definitely not stupid, God knows what that gray-robed man was, and the commander should not be so rash to contact the other party. But the old commander only used one sentence to make these people retreat.

"Do you want me to show a man from my hometown how cowardly we are now?"

In a word, these northern men suddenly had nothing to say, so they could only silently follow behind the commander and walk towards the outpost where the gray-robed man was found. The dark clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, and the arrival of a blizzard seems to be ready for any moment.

"So, are you an eyewitness?" asked Jon, the old commander draped in a heavy black fur cloak and parted the noisy crowd.

"Yes, Your Excellency. I saw him there. Baian said, pointing in the direction of the gray-robed man.

So the commander also took out the telescope in his arms and looked in which direction, and then he saw a gray figure standing motionless on the ice field, as if the gust of cold wind could not make the person in the robe feel cold.

Similarly, many people can't help but be curious and have looked through binoculars. However, the warriors looked at it for a while, and it seemed that they could not confirm anything other than to make sure that the figure had not moved.

"Your Excellency, what should we do?" asked one of the lieutenants. The old commander lowered his binoculars, and he noticed that the adjutant had a two-handed heavy crossbow in his hand. In fact, many of the fighters who arrived were carrying similar weapons at the same time. They are anxious.

"Put away your weapons, my compatriot, do we Frost Guards need force to threaten a lone stranger?" Jon said with a smile.

Because of the commander's words, the warriors with bows and crossbows also put away these weapons. It seemed that the old commander's smile had some kind of magic that calmed the uneasiness of the frost guards a lot. This is the ability of a leader, and Jon has used his composure and sanity countless times in his military career to guide the Legion away from unnecessary strife.

And on the ice sheet, where they can't hear. The gray-robed figure raised his head and looked at the crowded watchtower, smiled, and said in a low voice.

"Anyway, it's qualified. It seems that at least there is no need to see blood. ”

In the end, the old commander decided to put down the hanging basket and let the gray-robed man come up, his reason was that the snowstorm was coming, and the family couldn't let people stand in the snow, right?

After about an hour, the Frost Guards finally found the dusty hanging basket from the warehouse, which was originally intended to welcome the explorers who were heading north, but time had passed and it had not been used in years. The soldiers carefully lowered the basket with trepidation, half of them because they were afraid of the gray-robed man, and the other half because they were afraid that the gray-robed man would fall down and fall to his death when the basket was halfway up. Anyway, though, the old hanging basket was of excellent quality, and he groaned as he brought the mysterious visitor to the watchtower. The old commander personally led five men to meet and disperse more soldiers on the city walls, and as he had said before, he didn't want the mysterious man of the ancient precepts to think that the Frost Guardians were a bunch of cowards.

"Crunch, crunch" The frozen rope made a worrying sound, first the hood, then the upper body, and finally, the gray-robed man appeared in front of the frost guards.

"Whew...... Guys, if you want me to say that your hanging basket is really time to be replaced, I was worried about whether that rope would break when I came up. These were the first words of the gray-robed man. A sentence, uh, can not be recorded in the history of greetings. Although the history of future generations has always been full of legends about the meeting between Commander Jon and the gray-robed archmage, history is always legendary, isn't it?

In fact, the old commander Rao was prepared for all kinds of things, but when he heard the gray-robed man's words, his face was still red, and he could only cough twice, hoping to divert this embarrassing topic.

"Well, honorable grey robe, we have come to meet you according to the ancient precepts, please say what you want. ”

"Request?ah, that's not in a hurry, can you get me something to eat first, in order to hurry, I've been, uh, haven't eaten for three days, since ...... After I ate the dog that pulled the last sled. The gray-robed man said.

............ So the result of this meeting was that the old commander took the gray-robed man to the top of the dragon's spine at the bottom of the mountain to eat. It's not that there is nothing to eat on the fortress, but the old commander is really unwilling to let this distinguished guest eat those dry and tasteless dry food.

"Two roasted deer legs, two roasted lamb shanks, four pork ribs, two cheese cubes, and a little bread and side dish, ah, yes, a barrel of ale!" said the gray-robed man fluently standing at the counter at the top of the dragon's back. He spoke so smoothly that one wondered if he had been thinking about what to eat for a while on the way here.

"Do as he says. The old commander said to the stunned proprietress with an expressionless face. Then he dragged the gray-robed man who looked around to find a big table and sat down, well, in view of the things ordered by the gray-robed man, the old commander directly led him to sit on the largest table.

The old commander is not very rare to come to the top of the dragon's back, in fact, because he is very good friends with the first owner of this tavern, the proprietress has been very affectionately called him "Grandpa Jon" since he was a child, maybe because the old commander has no heirs, he is like his own granddaughter of his old friend, well, maybe a little closer than his own? An outrageously kind old man with quick hands and great strength. It is said that there is a standard among the suitors of the boss lady, and only the person who wins the old commander is qualified to become the boss lady's boyfriend.

"So, Master, can you tell me what you mean?" Jon asked, looking at the young man in front of him who had lowered his hood and drank three glasses of ale in a row without changing his face, causing a round of applause around him.

"Of course, of course, sorry I'm so hungry, you know, it's not too hard to find something to eat outside the mountains. The young man said with a shy smile.

"Ah, and besides, you don't have to call me Master, I'm far from that title, you can call me if you want, Cheese. ”

"Yes, great, no, Sir Cheese," said the old commander, "can you tell me your intentions?, and I would like to know, if I am not offended, how you lived outside the mountain." ”

Yes, although the old commander did care about that ancient precept, he was more concerned about how this person came from the ice field, there should be no living creatures on the ice field, or did they say that in the distance they didn't know, the land of their hometown had quietly thawed? As soon as he thought of this thought, the old commander's heartbeat began to accelerate unconsciously, which is the dream of every generation of northerners.

"Well, don't worry, Mr. Commander. Let's come one by one. First of all, I will answer your most concerned question, I regret that there is still a frozen ground outside the mountain, as for how I live outside the mountain, well, I can only say that it is a secret. And it's not universal, even if I tell you, you can't take people out of the mountains to cultivate. Cheese paused, letting the old commander digest his words.

"And then, as to my purpose, in fact I am as puzzled as you are, that I have come here at this time following the instructions of some greater, uh, prophet, and as to what I have done and how I have done it when I came, I am at a loss now. He shrugged his shoulders and made a helpless gesture.

The old commander showed a slightly disappointed look on his face, but he was more glad, although there was no good news, but at least it wasn't bad news, was it? But the next words of the gray-robed man made the old commander nervous.

"There's only so much I can tell you, but even if it's to repay the meal, I'll give you a piece of advice. Based on what I had just seen, heard, and felt in this town, I had a preliminary judgment. Beware of threats, threats from the south. I don't know what to call them, but they're coming. Cheese said with a smile on his face.