"I didn't expect this group of Quaid natives to be so tenacious. Without the powerful magic you unleashed, this solid camp would not have been easily breached. Baron Natilles first wrapped the big coat behind him, and hissed like a snake spitting from his mouth. The cruel cold had already made the nobleman feel the 'enthusiasm' of the ice field, and now he had sworn several times in his heart that he would never come to this harsh region again.

"Go grab all the lightly wounded Quaid natives, and put out the flames! The proud mage nodded in acceptance of the noble commander's compliment, and then turned to the mercenaries around him and shouted orders. These civilian-turned-mercenaries don't get the slightest respect from him.

Most of the mercenaries involved in the battle were outlaws hired by Terran mages from the Duchy of Molton, and these warriors only recognized the shiny steel coins in his hand, but had no loyalty to them. The remainder consisted of the Baron Natiles' bodyguard, including archers and warriors with iron chain mail and heavy shields. Trained by ancient families, these elite guards have earned the respect of mages and mercenaries alike with their skillful killing skills.

"Are the Quaid gladiators in the arena supplemented by capturing these indigenous warriors?" Watching the mercenaries rude and savage as picking cattle to carry out the Quaid who were not yet dead and throw them to the ground, the fair-skinned and handsome baron, with a smooth and clean chin, stroked his wavy blonde hair, and asked with some curiosity. But then he put a white glove of plush wool thread with perfume on his right hand over his nose, "They look dirty and smelly." ”

"They can't be considered gladiators yet. Somewhat proudly, he raised his staff and waved it, and the vain Master Solan continued to explain patiently. "These stubborn guys still need a long time of training. However, if the Baron is interested in gladiatorial tournaments, I will give you the strongest Quid Gladiator who has been tamed like a loyal hound. ”

Baron Natiles' eyes immediately lit up, for a young nobleman who had just come of age to gain the right to read, the dull and harsh life of the past had kept him interested in everything. In fact, this is the reason why the Baron had to endure the winter cold and enter the ice field with this mage's family slave catcher.

Noticing the change in the young baron's expression, Master Solan immediately opened his empty palm and gradually clenched it in front of the nobleman with his tone, as if grasping the baron's heart out of thin air. "Imagine the master of the strongest gladiator in the Duchy of Morton!Defeat all opponents in the largest arena in the Duchy!Glory and flowers!I think this will surely make you the object of a night that Miss Thousand Pounds and noble ladies will want to spend the night with. By the way, His Excellency the Grand Duke was also an avid gladiatorial enthusiast. I think he will remember your name as well, and not just as a normal young man. Even the twenty-sixth in line to the throne from the Natilles family. ”

"Ahem. The baron's eyes radiated with a look of enchantment, as if he were imagining the scene surrounded by beautiful ladies. But his expression was quickly muffled by good upbringing, and he coughed twice with his right hand clenched in front of his mouth, and the baron asked in a tone of great interest but concern, "Is this really possible?" ”

"Absolutely. The mage let out a high-pitched but light-hearted laugh like a bat's cry came out of his throat. "When you return to the Duchy's borders, I'll ask the family's butler to give you a detailed introduction. After all, more than ten years of magic with my mentor has made me a little rusty about the family business. ”

"Hahaha, thank you, my dearest friend. I will definitely ask the Natilles Family Chamber of Commerce to help you in some way. The baron chuckled smugly, and stopped the mage from thanking him. "The Natilles family has always had to pay their debts. My friend, do not refuse my payment. ”

"Then I must invite you to visit my family estate, which contains a collection of works of art that can only be appreciated by a distinguished guest like you. ”

"Oh, artwork, for example?"

"A half-elf girl from the southern part of the Golden Corridor. The mage chuckled and ended the conversation.

The two deceitful merchants soon reached an agreement to cooperate, and as a result, in addition to the baron's guards, all the mercenaries began searching for wounded Quaids hiding near the captured wooden gates and walls.

By this time, the fire had spread along the wooden houses, and most of the wooden houses on the west side of the camp were engulfed in flames by the slight cracking sound of burning wood containing oil, making it difficult for the mercenaries to pursue the fleeing Quaids. The fire burning to the east was quickly extinguished, and the mercenaries managed to salvage a dozen wooden houses to give them a warm place to spend the night.

The scorching stench and black smoke from the burning of the skins and meat of prey in the cabin caused the baron to cover his nose and quickly choose to hide in the cabin. The two guards had already stepped inside, and they dug out the food that the Quaids had stored but had not had time to take with them, and began to cook rudimentarily.

For a nobleman like Natilles, the first condition for food was to be exquisite, so Baron Natilles came to prepare some simple food for his life on the ice field. For example, tins of fresh butter that are easy to carry, a variety of pickled fruits, and small white bread baked with eggs mixed with wheat flour.

The baron prepared more than fifty pounds of food, but the poor conditions of the Pamir Ice Field quickly consumed everything. Baron Natilles had no choice but to give in before he starved, and his strict upbringing prevented him from becoming the kind of rotten aristocrat who only knew how to indulge and enjoy.

The Quaid do not feed cattle and livestock, so they do not have fresh milk that is stirred and strained butter. At the same time, the cold weather was not suitable for the growth of plants, which made it impossible for the Quaids to make bread baked with the worst rye flour. The only thing that pleased the Baron was the thick broth that had been made after boiling at least three hourglasses in the pot. He tore up the wheat flour scones, which were already as dry as wood, into the fragrant broth, where the flesh had been boiled, and soaked them in the thick gravy before swallowing them in his mouth. The delicacy was as rough as wheat bran in the baron's eyes, so much so that he swallowed it in a few simple bites like a devoured crocodile.

Fortunately, the torment was soon over, and the mage came to the baron as soon as he noticed the problem with the food, leaving a sufficient amount of delicate long strips of toasted bread. Long hours of magical experimentation and irregular habits made the mage's pursuit of food less refined than that of the nobility, although in reality the long white bread was only slightly coarser than the small white bread.

The baron was at first amazed at the amount of food prepared by Master Soran, but soon he could only admire it with envy. The mage gave him the answer, it was Solan's mentor, a magic artifact specially given to him by a level 10 spellcaster, and the space inside was about five feet in diameter. Usually except for his staff and a few sets of mage robes, there is only a lot of food inside.

The first night after the Terran mercenaries took over the camp was peaceful and peaceful, and they slept on the food left behind by the Quaids. But for the Quaid who fled the camp, the night was nothing short of a disaster.

The Quaids, who were the first to evacuate, fled quickly and quickly to a dilapidated camp that had been abandoned for more than twenty years, a fortress that had been built for hundreds of years, but had become dilapidated and decayed by the years. The snow and cold wind reflecting the light of the silver moon disoriented the anxious leader. For this reason, the elderly and children of the Quaid tribe had to snuggle together to keep warm, and at the same time began to grope for the hidden road.

In the howling wind and the erosion of the night, many Quaid people were lost and frozen to death in the corners of the ice fields. There are also many people who are attacked by wild beasts hidden in the ice fields and become a dinner in the mouths of predators. Worse still, the last evacuated fighters were in complete disarray, scattered in the forests and hills to the west of the camp.

As the sun set in the sky, Riga gasped and turned around, only to find that there were only seven or eight clansmen behind him, but luckily Gar was inside. A long white gas erupted from the hunter's mouth, and Riga stopped. He reached out and crumpled the ice slag from his beard and hair, then suppressed his heaving chest and asked, "Why are there just a few of us? Is there anyone nearby? Who knows the way to that camp?"

Three questions in a row were answered, and the warriors who followed him were all gasping for breath, and the sound coming from their mouths was like the old bellows of the tribal forger.

After a pause of about two breaths, Gal said intermittently, "I've been running after you, it should be with you...... and others separated. ”

"So what do we do? I don't recognize the road to the abandoned fortress. Most of the people who know the way are veterans of the last war. At the back of the line, a young man with thick red braids said. He wasn't tall, slightly thin, had a round face, and hadn't grown a beard, at least Rucka could only see a few hairs in the light of the silver moon. The most frustrating thing for the hunter was that he was empty-handed, and he didn't even have a wooden stick.

"Who are you, boy, aren't you an adult?" said Garr, who asked Rega first.

"This is Reilly. Resso, who was following him, immediately stepped forward and explained, "My uncle, son of Yurion. "This honest giant axe warrior had been standing silently with his tomahawk in his arms. Ever since the last time he and Gal helped Riga get rid of the two villains, he had become good friends with the Hunter.

"Oh, Reilly. Come to the middle. Nodding at Rayso, Riga waved the red-haired boy closer, "Remember, we can only protect you in the middle." ”

"Also!" Rriga reached out and tossed him the one-handed axe hanging from his thigh, "protect yourself and remember to give me back." ”

Possessing the iron sword given to him by the wizard, Riga sensed the gap between bronze and steel. But because it was a coming-of-age gift from Daddy Thorne, the hunter didn't plan to give it away, but instead told the red-haired boy Reilly to prevent him from throwing it away.

"Let's go!" waved the iron sword in his hand, and Riga said to a few of his companions, "We must find a place to rest, or the incoming beasts and cold will easily defeat us." ”

ps: The soil can't be changed, and it becomes a ...... every time

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