The sea monsoon is like a phalanx of infantry, it marches with neat and powerful steps, slowly but surely pushing the cold wind away like a millstone that crushes wheat grains. The winter snow that had been piling up on the hillside for six months finally melted in the warm blow, and the cold, sweet water flowed through the ravines and finally merged into the streams that watered the earth.

The rocky hard ground is also beginning to unseal, expelling excess water from the body, leaving an extra layer of thin mud on the ground. As long as this thing penetrates the leather boots or the fur covering the feet, it can quickly make the walker feel the winter chill of the earth.

The scorching sun Estel bloomed his smile in the cloudless day, and unrestrainedly shot the light of a hidden winter into the ice field. This allows the winter snow to melt faster, and the plants begin to twitch the new sprouts.

Between the still towering and cold mountains and glaciers of the Solon Mountains, a group of black dots numbering more than three dozen is like wriggling ants far away from the hills, far from the land where the Quid people lived. The line was filled with the majority of Quaids. In fact, there were only two Terrans out of forty. They were the guides sent by the Wandering Knights to bring the thirty-eight Quaid warriors of the Spain tribe to the Cheerster Alliance.

In the northernmost city-state of Chelster called Harusa, there will be a waiting dragon yinus nobles to take these powerful barbarians away. They will be armed with the best and sturdiest weapons and armor of Harusa, and then sent as mercenaries to the border between Longinus and the Harrison kingdom, where a brutal war is brewing.

The caravan had already left the camp of the Horde, and the Kasa and the convoy did not return. He and the mysterious wandering knight continued north with the unfinished merchandise, bringing the Dragoninus recruitment order for the other Quid tribes. It is said that for every Quid warrior hired, Kasa was paid two steel coins. And now, the merchant clearly feels that his money bag is very dry.

The two guides who marched with Riga had horses, and they were tall and sturdy Lucius quick-walking horses. This made them need to slow down as much as possible, as the Quaid's legs weren't as fast as four, and the slippery, slippery mud on the ground was restricting the infantry's progress. A few Quaids had even started cursing because the fur they used to cover their feet had been worn through the mud. This is no longer the snow-covered ground in winter, and the thin skin of the snow badger can easily be cut through by the hard sand mixed in the mud.

There is no good way for the two guides to deal with this situation. They were so tired that they could not do without the backs of their horses, and the only thing that could help the mercenaries was to take out the spare boots, and promised them that in Harusa, everyone would be given good new boots made of calfskin, and that they would be polished with butter.

Riga stood up from the crowd and took the two spare pairs of boots and assigned them to the two men with the worst foot injuries. More than half of the mercenaries were young warriors, and they were able to follow the hunter's orders. The others didn't get the boots, but Riga had made enough fur for them - enough for each of them to wrap two coats. The cavalry leading the way also said that they could hold out to Chelst, but first they had to cross the river in front of them.

This is the dividing line between the Duchy of Morton and the Quaid territory. The wide river held back the iron hooves of the Morton cavalry, but it could also be said to hold back the charge of the Quaid berserkers.

The caravan had flowed through the river four weeks before, and it was not as wide as it was now, shallow enough for the two leading horsemen to see the oval stones piled up at the bottom of the water on horseback. But they were surprised by what the river looked like now. A large amount of meltwater from the hills and the Sauron Mountains flows down and flows into the river, making it expand and deepen at a rapid rate.

The leading cavalry in front of him caught his horse's belly, but the tall and fast horse lingered hesitantly on the shore. The crisp and melodious sound of the horseshoe hitting the pebbles is like a rousing music. This cavalryman quickly proved his worth, and at the head of the ranks was always the most astute and nimble.

He used his strong arms to control the direction of the horse, while kicking the horse's rump with a spike in the heel of his boot. The pain caused the swift horse to run forward like madness, and the river blossomed into white flowers under the trampling of the horses' hooves. The clear, chilly water allowed the horses to run faster, and at first the water could only drown their hooves, but as the cavalry advanced, the river gradually swallowed the horses' limbs.

The white-flowered river spread to the chests and abdomen of the horses, and even submerged half of the cavalrymen's riding boots. The cold sensation at his feet made the cavalry want to give up, but the quick-paced horse suddenly picked up his pace. The sturdy and powerful limbs swayed, and the fast-paced horse stretched its neck forward violently. The tall steed galloped forward, its hooves stirring the undercurrent of the raging river. Under the impact of the hooves and pebbles, the cavalry rushed out of the half-submerged river and reached the other side of the river wet.

The mercenary beckoned excitedly, but then he took off his boots, and the cold water that poured them into them made him uncomfortable. The quick-paced horse behind him snorted, and then began to shake its body, shaking off the smooth fur as watered as satin.

The temptation had taught the Quaids the depth of the river, which was about five feet tall and could only dip into the Quaid's belly, as the warriors were all over seven feet tall.

"We slipped through. Looking at the sparkling surface of the river, Riga glanced up at the scorching sun in the sky, where Estel had already deflected three hours to the west. "Don't wait any longer, the melting snow will only get more and more. ”

"Yes, now. When Estel falls, we will be able to reach the town on the border of Harusa. Another cavalryman shouted to the Quaids. "There's barrels of spirits and busty hot out there. He controlled the quick-paced horse with his skillful horsemanship, leaning his body against the horse's back. The horses kept running forward, their hooves crushing the calm of the river, and finally carrying the cavalry safely to the opposite bank.

Riga knew of course that the cavalry would not let the horses return to this shore, and the continuous march had exhausted the sturdy Lucius horses. So the hunter took off all his clothes, including his cloak, tunics, leather trousers, and the Morton hoplite boots that he had stolen from the enemy. When there were no more clothes on them, the Quaid jumped in the still cold air. The golden hair danced in the sunlight, and the hunter's strong and toned muscles made the other clansmen look at it with some envy.

"Hurry up, I'd like to drink in the Terran Tavern tonight. Riga shouted to his companion, and he walked into the river with his clothes in his hands. The river still had the cold of winter, and even the Quaid felt some unmelted ice. The cold made the Quaid shiver, but then he picked up speed, split the surging undercurrent, and walked to the other side with his feet on the slippery pebbles.

With Riga taking the lead, the other Quaid warriors immediately took off their clothes and rushed into the river. They laughed and moved forward with each other, and some even started to play with each other. By the time the Quaids had entered the river, Riga had dried himself with an old linen cloth. Looking at the river-crossing people and the cavalrymen pouring water out of their boots, he quickly put on his clothes.

No sooner had he put the heavy steel tomahawk on his back than Riga felt the trembling of the ground of Morton beneath his feet. A noisy, muffled sound and a gray cloud rose from the south, and was approaching the Quaid at great speed.