The heavy snow like goose feathers has been falling for three days one after another. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info seems to be going to exhaust all the whiteness that God can give to the world within this time.

In the empty tent, even the flames in the basin were shrinking, and the cold raged in every corner, as if it might strangle the last warmth in the tent at any moment. On the heavy and stocky wooden table, the red copper candlestick, the map made of soft leather, and the sharp dagger used to make paperweights were all the contents, and the five large white wax with the thickness of an arm swayed their respective flames, and from time to time burst the center of the lamp, making a beeping sound.

Sam's face looked a little haggard, his right hand holding the hilt of his sword with a blood-like ruby and silver thread, and he supported his cheek with his clenched left fist, letting his golden hair spread wildly, and a sharp light in his half-closed eyes flickered from time to time. He was waiting for news, a very important news.

The curtain was lifted, the cold wind whistled and the snow danced, and a figure wrapped in a wide black velvet cloak floated into the tent and came lightly towards the place where Sam was.

Sam didn't move, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the black velvet cloak and the gleaming silver thread that ran an inch inside the edge of the cloak. There was only one person in the entire army who wore such a cloak, 'Silver Moon' Hugh Bryce, an elven battle mage who practiced the unique moon method.

"I know what you're trying to say, I won't change my mind, killing is always cruel, there will be a lot of blood, there will be pain, there will be death......" Sam's words were low, and the voice that wandered in the open space was like a prayer, like a curse.

"In my memory, Sam was a prince who cared for his subordinates and loved his soldiers as if they were his own life. "The female voice coming from the black velvet cloak was pleasant and smelled of dust.

"That man already has five thousand orc warriors who are willing to die for him. That man could easily make nearly 10,000 orcs captives on his own. That man's income in the previous year was equal to one-third of the annual income of the entire kingdom of Netheril. I need that weapon, I need a lot of power. Nessera belongs to the royal family of Fritt, it is mine, I don't want to be a nominal king, I don't want to look at other people's faces, I don't want to live my life. ”

"That's the whole reason why you want your soldiers to risk their lives to explore at any cost, just to fulfill yourself?"

"The farmer ploughs, the soldier kills the enemy, the general commands the army, the lord administers the territory, and the monarch rules the kingdom. Hugh Bryce, you have to accept your fate as a man. Moreover, their death is valuable, and the halo of glory radiates the light of life of the deceased, so it is the most brilliant and dazzling. Sam turned his face to look at the woman across the table smiling. It's just that under the shadow of the candlelight, the smile looks a little weird and hideous.

"Love them because we need them to die in a more worthy place, which is now. For you, everything else, including life, is a ladder that you can step on?"

"To be honest, I didn't really think about it, I meant how far I could sacrifice for the sake of my ideals. But one thing is certain, I will never let anyone take the throne that belongs to me, never!" Sam stood up, his right hand holding his sword creaking and creaking from the exertion of his right hand.

"Positions of power have lost you! You have wandered outside the gates of greed. Hugh Boris sighed softly.

"But I feel like a watchman, and it's my duty to drive away all the prowls. Sam replied.

"Report!" shouted a herald outside the tent.

"Come in!"

"Your Highness, the entrance to the mausoleum has been found and opened, and General Feiyan of Leipzig ignored the dissuasion of our army and led people to rush in first. ”

"Hmph, let them get through the trap first. Take my sigil and send a message to General Ohorani, the Lions are on the offensive and waiting for further orders!" Sam took out his special beast talisman and handed it to the herald.

"Chief Guard!"

With Sam's tiger shout, a burly soldier with a narrow scar on his right eye approached outside the tent, nodded to Sam, and stood silent.

"Order a hundred gold-armored sword guards, follow me into the Shrine of the Gods!" Sam ordered in a sonorous and powerful voice.

Striding out of the tent, the falling snow shrouded the whole world in his eyes in a fog, the cold air was wrapped in the fishy smell of blood, in the distance, bursts of shouts and the neighing of war horses brought the message of fighting, the busy figures in the barracks performed the rhythm of the rotation of the war machine, Sam exhaled a thick white breath, straightened a long cloak with a gorgeous magic light fur collar, held his head high, strode forward, to meet his own challenges and fate......

Far away, Villach is also covered in snow, but here the clouds are high and the sky is blue, the wind is still and the snow is still, and everywhere is dazzling porcelain white, full of silver and white colors.

Giggle...... The laughter of silver bells added a bit of life to the empty earth, and several delicate figures in light and thin fur chased and frolicked in the snow, just having fun.

"Seeing that the return date has passed, Her Royal Highness the princess refuses to return to Nesmail, what can I do?" The middle-aged man wearing a brocade cotton coat, a bright leaf armor, and a scarlet cloak looked at the girls who were fighting, and asked the old mage beside him with a sad face.

"Heavy snow is closing the road, it's normal to be a few days late!Chief Guard Clark, there's nothing to worry about. The gray-haired old mage said.

"Master Theodore, is this a good thing?" asked Clarke, hesitantly, lying to the monarch who had sworn allegiance.

He glanced at Kekak meaningfully, "Then, take all the guards to kneel down and ask His Highness to return to the capital at night......

"I'm not coming, I'm not coming, you're going to bully me!" Lana, who was wearing an aqua blue fur coat, gasped as she waved her hand, with a lot of snow flakes sticking to her body and the ends of her hair.

"Oh, that's not good, it's so fun outside, you don't mention a word in the letter, you make us bored in Nesman, you must compensate us this time." "Bright as a yellow warbler, it is the Ilsila of the Gnefi family.

"Yes, yes!" said Ritephone, whose little face was as red as an apple, "go find your faithful butler, Mr. Andyvan, to help you!"

When Katrina, who was dressed in pink and smiling, heard the three words of Andivon, her movements in picking up snow balls slowed down significantly, revealing a look of attentive listening.

"It's been a long time since I've seen him!" Lana said softly.

"Why? don't want to be a guardian knight anymore?" asked Ilslan, half-jokingly.

"I don't know! I haven't seen him since I left on a snowy day last year!" Looking at the north, Lana flashed with longing and said softly.

The abrupt solitary peak stands tall on the vast snowfield, which is far away from Queldan, and belongs to the boundament of the snowy realm in the north and east of the orc wilderness, and this towering peak has just been named Optimus Pillar by Li Yun.

It has been more than half a month since he left Villach, and he went deep into the wilderness, Li Yun was only looking for a wild elf tribe called Moon Death, more precisely, for something in the elf tribe. It is said that somewhere in the snowy region of the sky, there is a secret place of four seasons of Changchun, and the Moon Death tribe inhabits there.

"Master, let me go, you are the commander of the Crusaders, and they need your guidance in their research. Alina's gentle voice and watery eyes would still appear in Li Yun's mind from time to time.

Plucking the strings, the beautiful rhythm of the world's first classical guitar flowed from Li Yun's fingertips, like the sound of a gurgling stream. "I'm the most suitable!" At that time, in a short sentence, Li Yun smiled and decided on the person who would go on this trip, and then embarked on a journey to find it alone.

The world of La Paz has a profession that does not discriminate between races - the bard. As with other professions, there are also high and low minstrels, and the skilled minstrel is the disseminator of information, a combination of traveler, adventurer, linguist, aesthete, and artist. Just as the highest kung fu in the acrobatic troupe is the one who plays the role of a clown, it seems that the bard who can only play and sing actually has his own unique method of self-preservation, otherwise, in this dangerous world, even if he can 'groan', he will not be able to 'swim'.

Li Yun's current identity is a bard, an armed bard. His armament is no longer a death scythe, and the appearance of carrying a weapon that makes people feel terrified when he looks at it is too secretive.

His armament was not the alchemical lightning ball around his body and the shining thunder mask, it was too conspicuous for any creature to be wary of powerful strangers, and it would be a failure for a bard to be admired if people avoided it as if they were ghosts.

Moreover, the alienation and transformation of the Grand Ceremony of Life has given Li Yun a good face: smooth and white skin, sassy silver hair, and healthy and ruddy cheeks really make people unable to associate with the dark immortal, and Li Yun no longer has to worry about shocking the world.

Li Yun's weapon was a supply, six red columnar capsules like glowsticks. It was his special energy bar, each equivalent to a drop of raw blood, which was converted and suppressed by the newly invented heat energy converter. Now, Li Yun's body is full of energy, and he has these spare energies. Although I don't dare to say that I kicked my feet horizontally and vertically in Queldan, I am afraid that it is difficult to find a situation that can make it difficult for him to even escape. That's why he didn't bring Alina with him, and let her sit in the army.

Riding a ferocious curved horned goat as strong as a bison after being alienated, Li Yun looked into the distance from the top of Optimus Peak. Orc General Sagrim Hibiki did not point out the specific location of the secret realm, this Li Yun can understand, if everyone knows where it is, then it can't be called a secret realm. As for the authenticity of the existence of this wild elf tribe, Li Yun can be sure. The stupid minds of the orcs could not have made up such a soft name as 'Moonfall'. Moreover, the elven tribe is generally synonymous with ancient times, at least the 'moonfall' tribe has also heard of several ancient elves.

It seems to be a luxury to encounter life on the ice field in the cold winter season, and since Li Yun entered the Firmament Snow Domain, he has encountered no more than ten in total, and all of them are the kind that there is no need for communication at all.

And it was much more difficult than imagined to find the entrance to the secret realm that might just be an inconspicuous cave on the boundless ice field, Li Yun had been searching for three days without any gains. What he hoped for most now was for half of the wild elves to move around in the ice field and leave him some clues. Or, you can meet some other sapient beings.

After looking at it for nearly half an hour, there was still only whistling wind and snow on the vast ice field, and just as Li Yun was about to give up, he faintly saw black and gray smoke rising into the sky to the north and west.

Patting the mount, the long-haired curled horned goat bleated, carrying Li Yun among the cliffs like flying, folding, circling down, and then raising its four hooves and running straight towards the place where the smoke rose.

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