She turned her head away, unwilling to let Sig and the others see her vulnerable side.

Sieg didn't mean to laugh at her either, after all, as a woman, he was already doing a good job. No, it should be said that she does it better than many men!

Sieg looked at the man who claimed to be the Misty Resident and asked, "How did they get taken captive up the mountain?" ”

The man grinned happily when he heard his idol, the Duke of the Silver Lion, talking to him.

He crawled forward twice, but was stopped by one of the guards, but he was not angry, and still replied with a smirk: "Lord Duke! My name is Heather, and I am an ordinary farmer on the border, and I usually make a living by growing some food. In addition, I worked as a fellow caravan when I was younger, and I have some talent in languages. I speak the languages of the seven different races on the continent, so sometimes when the barbarians rush down the mountain and plunder, I try to negotiate with them so that they don't hurt people and just take things. I didn't expect to be taken by this Lady of Coco Lori once, and she asked me to teach her the lingua franca, and I stayed there for almost a year, until you just rescued us, and that's it. ”

When it came, the man named Heather added: "Actually.... The snow barbarians are also quite pitiful... They can't survive in the snowy mountains...."

After listening to this Heather's introduction, Sieg asked with some uncertainty: "You said that you know seven different ethnic languages, what are them?" ”

Heather crossed his fingers and began to count: "The continental lingua franca counts as one, and the snow-capped mountain language counts as one, as well as goblin language, ancient dwarf language, ancient elven language, Solo Islands language, Tahitian language.... That's about it. It's just that I only know a little bit of Solo Islands and Tahitian, so it's enough if it's just ordinary business communication. ”

Sigurt looked at the middle-aged man with a flattering smile in surprise, his appearance was similar to that of many of the people of the Misty Lands, and they all belonged to the type of appearance that they couldn't tell if they were thrown into the crowd.

But he had to admire this man, he was very talented in languages! Because not even those old scholars in the court of Silver Lion City could be proficient in seven languages at the same time! Not to mention the almost lost languages of the Old Dwarves and the Old Elves.

After all, the elves and dwarves have been quite seriously assimilated by the humans of the continent now, and they all speak the lingua franca of the continent. It is no exaggeration to say that many dwarves themselves do not speak the ancient dwarven language.

Sieg nodded slightly and asked, "Heather, right?" Would you like to join my army in the future and be my interpreter? ”

The man was momentarily stunned when he heard Sigger's words, and then nodded his head like pounding garlic, almost shaking his head off.

"Yes, yes, of course! It's my pleasure, my lord! I'm willing to be your servant! You are the hero of all our misty people! Idol! I still have a picture of you in my house! I only hope that my son will grow up to be 10,000 miles like you! Even if I die, I can still hold my head up in front of my ancestors and ancestors and enjoy the incense! ”

Sigur raised his hand to stop this guy's nonsense, and he said in a deep voice, "Okay, let's talk about this when we get back alive." Gang me to send a message to this holy woman.... Let's just say that if they can follow orders and stop hurting people, I will consider rebuilding their homes in the Misty Lands. ”

"Oh... Yes... Yes?? ”

Seeger's words made Heather's mouth grow, but then he looked happily at the holy woman and translated the duke's words.

Although the saint could understand some of it, she shook her head excitedly after Heather finished translating.

This is for the saint to look at Sigurd, with her eyes asking whether this sentence is true or false. But Sieg looked at her and said only one word.

"I've never broken my word."

The saint covered her mouth with her hands, and tears seemed to burst out of her eyes with excitement.

She forced herself to calm down, after all, it was just a verbal promise from the other party.

She's going to follow the Duke of the Silver Lion... Let's see if he will deliver on his promise!

Sieg turned to his guards and asked, "Can you move anymore?" ”

"My lord, no problem at all!"

A silver knight said.

Sigur stretched out his palm and summoned a bolt of light above his head. The snow above their heads quickly melted and spread out as if it had met a scorching fire.

A short time later, a large depression and crater appeared around the crowd.

Sigur used the light to melt and evaporate the vast expanse of snow.

The group tried to climb up the thick layer of snow that had just fallen from the top of the mountain, but found that as soon as they landed, their whole legs would fall into it, and they would not be able to walk at all.

Sigurt thought about it, but still summoned a barrier of holy light and spread it on the snow, using it as a temporary ground for the people in the team.

He had now regained seventy or eighty percent of his mana, which was more than enough if he just made the ground that he could tread.

When everyone climbed out of the depression and stood on the ground, they found that around the big snow mountain at this moment, the ground had increased by more than two meters compared to before they escaped just now!

The huge rock where everyone had taken refuge from the avalanche had been completely buried underneath.

Sigur tried to cut the large barrier of light on the ground into small pieces and attach them to the soles of everyone's feet, which would not only save mana consumption, but also allow everyone to walk more freely on the snow. It's like putting a pair of sled shoes on everyone.

"Let's search around and see if we can find anyone alive."

Sigurt commanded, and the Silver Riders put on their scabbards, used their swords as shovels, and began to look for companions around.

Each of the Silver Riders wears a badge made of Mithril. The emblem emits a faint sense of energy when they are close to each other, allowing the guards to accurately discern their companions' locations even at night. So now, even if the ground is covered with a thick layer of snow, they can sense a faint energy response after digging through the layer of snow on the surface.

"My lord! Got it! ”

Sure enough, one of the Silver Riders soon spotted the buried companion.

They dragged the man out of the snow, only to see that there were still people underneath.

It turned out that these people were holding each other's hands while being scattered by the avalanche, which minimized the impact of the snow waves.

And this gives valuable time for others to work on the rescue. In this snow cave alone, they dug out six companions, and all six of them were still breathing!

Sigur used the Holy Light Technique to protect their hearts, and poured a small sip of high-grade liquor for each of them to ward off the cold.

After a while, one of the guards shouted again, "My lord! I've found another one! ”

This time, they dug out twelve companions from this snow cave! But alas, five of these twelve have completely lost signs of life and closed their eyes forever....

At the end of the digging, every time the corpse of a companion was dug up, everyone's mood became a little heavier.

They put their fellow citizens together and prayed for them with one hand on their breasts. Since the crowd no longer has the conditions to transport the remains of these people back to the camp, Sig can only cremate the remains on the spot with the high temperature of holy light gas....

Suddenly, at this moment, a silver knight soldier who was still digging a hole fell into the snow with a cry! The companions around him ran over and just wanted to pull him, but a huge figure suddenly jumped out of the hole in the ground! And he was carrying the silver rider in his hand.

A low, hoarse roar came, and Sig was shocked to find that it was the leader of the snowy mountain giants among the barbarians! This guy isn't even dead?

"Ula Ula Ula ~~!"

The barbarian saintess beside Sig shouted at the Snow Mountain Giant, as if speaking the barbarian language among the Snow Mountain Clan.

And the giant replied with a roar in the same language, and the two looked like they were arguing.

In this way, the two of them exchanged a dozen words, and the giant finally seemed to give in to her, let go of his hand and threw down the silver knight, and collapsed to the ground in a burst of collapse.

Immediately afterwards, the barbarian saint looked at Sigurt and pleaded, "Brave Lord Silver Lion.... I beg you... Don't kill him! If you keep him, the Snow Mountain Giants will not dare to raise their weapons against you easily. ”

Sig looked at the saintess with a little surprise, and found that the other party was staring at his eyes with a serious face, and there was a bit of an aggressive posture. It was the first time he had ever seen a woman dare to look at him like this, except for his own Rebecca, of course.

Sigurt raised his hand and told the Silver Riders not to kill him first.

The Silver Rider guards put away their weapons and stood respectfully. Although they really want to chop the corpse of this giant leader into flesh! But as long as it is the order of the Duke, they will carry it out unconditionally and thoroughly, regardless of the reason!

Sieg walked up to the snowy mountain giant and looked down at the other party. He said in a deep voice, "Can you still move?" ”

The other party snorted and gasped, and glanced up at Sigur, but ignored him at all.

At this time, Heather staggered to Sigurt and translated it in the language of the barbarians.

The giant seemed furious, and he roared at Heather, who roared at him.

Sieg looked at Heather with questioning eyes, and the latter spread his hands and explained: "My lord, he called me a traitor, and I said that I am a citizen of the Duke of the Silver Lion, how can I be a traitor?" I'm a traitor if I help them! What do you say? ”

Sieg said in a deep voice: "You help me tell him that if you want the barbarians of the snowy mountains to live, you must do what I say." ”

After translating the Duke's words, the snow-capped mountain giant roared and tried to stand up, but he tried several times without success, and it seemed that he had suffered a lot of internal injuries. In addition, he forcibly mobilized his body just now, which made the internal injury even more serious.

The saint Coco Lori walked up to the giant, crouched down and comforted the other man. Well, and when she was comforting.

The giant didn't know what to say, and lay down on the ground without struggling.

The girl raised her head and said, "Lord Silver Lion, I have convinced him, his name is Iron Roar, and he is the leader of the Giant Clan of the Snow Mountain. He has more than 2,000 Snowy Mountain Giants, and if you can provide them with shelter, I think they will be happy to serve you. Although these people are tall and powerful beyond ordinary people, they do not have much wisdom. They only know who is good to them, and they will do things for whomever they want, and they are a very simple race. ”

Sigurt sneered and said, "Simple? I don't think they have the slightest simplicity in killing my soldiers on the battlefield! They are a bunch of killing machines, born warriors! ..... Well, let's not talk about that now, a few people will find a way to drag him down the mountain. ”

It was already three days later that the avalanche had completely sealed the barbarian camp exit, so they dug through the snow and rushed out to save people.

And this Sig and the others have already returned to the camp outside the Cold Wind Ridge.

Although this decapitation surprise attack mission did not achieve the intended goal of assassinating the opponent, it captured all the two important leaders of the barbarians!

But of the 100 elite silver riders, only more than 30 people walked out in that big avalanche.... And everyone is injured .... It can be said that the losses are heavy.

The moment she returned to the camp, Rebecca rushed out of her tent like a gust of wind and plunged headfirst into Sig's arms.

She looked her man's body up and down, left and right, and was relieved when she was sure that he had no external injuries.

She looked at Sieg with a firm look in her eyes and said, "Learn swordsmanship, starting tomorrow!" ”

The latter nodded, a look of love.