ps1: Roll around as usual to ask for a collection and recommend Sanjiang tickets. The second volume will be completed immediately, and tomorrow two more six thousand will make up for what is owed today and yesterday. PS2: Thank you for the reward from the old book friend Zichuan out of his east gate.

The left hand holding the staff clenched and loosened, and a flush rose on the frozen blue face of the Terran mage Orlando, and then he said excitedly and vaguely, "Where are the captives? I'm going to see them, right now." ”

"In the tent of the night sentry. The officer stood as straight as a snowshirt, and said in a quick but unhurried tone. The mage immediately walked there, but the officer spoke again, with a sound like the scraping of wood in his throat. "Master Mage, what about those Quaids on the hillside?"

Light, warm silver leather boots stamped two slender marks on the snow, and the mage tilted his head back slightly before opening his mouth with the crunch of compacting snow. "Kill them, in the name of Estel the Silver Moon and Misar the God of the Harvest. ”

The officer straightened up, slapped his right hand on his chest, and saluted the mage. "As you wish, my lord. Then, the warrior in light chain mail turned around and walked towards the assembled group of mercenaries.

Shaking the white robe on his body, the mage shuddered. Then he returned to his tall and spacious tent with a low curse, and clothed himself in a thick, warm white wool cloak. When Orlando stepped out of the tent again, the Silver Moon had completely disappeared from the western sky. It flickered slightly, then withdrew its gauzy soft light, allowing the open red moon to illuminate the earth.

"Asther, silver shines. The mage rubbed his free right hand across his forehead and unconsciously prayed to the source of his power. But what responded to him was a red light. The light from the red moon splashed on Orlando like thick blood, causing him to withdraw his fingers in disdain. "What an ominous sign. The mage whispered, then with great caution, unleashed a circle of instantaneous activation spell shields outside his body. With a simple spell, the shield hidden in space can jump out to block damage. Doing so consumed a spell slot, but the mage retracted his fears for his safety.

"Go to the tent where the captives are kept. The mage said to the guards standing nearby. The guards had been following him since two months ago. Each of them is highly powerful, and most importantly, these warriors are as loyal as the hounds that Orlando raised as children.

"Yes. The guard, whose face was hidden in his helmet, replied, with a cold and submissive ice in his throat.

There were only ten tents in the camp, and each of the others, with the exception of the mage who enjoyed one alone, had half a dozen masters. So he didn't have to wait long, and the mage, led by the guards, met the members of the search party who had escaped.

"Are you the mercenaries who escaped?" the mage narrowed, his gaze swept over his subordinates crouched in front of the fire. They had been frozen by the cold from the top of the North, and were now shivering in their newfound cloaks.

"Yes. One of the mercenaries with his eyebrows and beard covered in frost replied intermittently, his upper and lower jaws slamming together from time to time as he shivered. "I... We were ambushed by the Quaids. They are numerous and powerful. ”

But before he could finish his sentence, the mage pressed the tip of the staff with the flickering arc on the mercenary's back. A simple punishment spell electric claw caused the mercenary to tremble and fall to the ground, his body still twitching unconsciously.

"I don't want to know what a strong enemy you have encountered. The mage replied in a cold tone, making the other mercenaries tremble even more. "I want to know where those three captives came from. ”

"It was encountered in a battle. There were ten of them, two of them were killed by the Quaid scouts, four by us, and one was wounded and decapitated in the middle. The small mercenary replied, his tone uneasy and frightened.

But the next order finally made them let out the hot breath hanging from their chests, and rushed out of the tent like a snow rabbit found in a burrow, and even the one who was still twitching was carried out. "Get out of here, take up arms! and fight the Quaid barbarians. The mage said, his tone tinged with impatience.

But as he approached the three wilting captives, the regained mage looked at them several times, and finally caught his eye on Jant in the panicked eyes and subtle but guided movements of the other two. "Moulton?" he asked in an extremely flat tone.

"Yes. As if sensing the mage's malice, the young warrior shifted his ass and leaned against the softest piece of fur. The scars from the beating made him sore, but fortunately only a little skin trauma did not prevent such a slight movement.

"Why kill us? We are all Mortonians, raised under the banner of hemlock. The mercenary next to Jant spoke suddenly. The poor fellow, who had been tormented by the ice for a month, covered his face and wept, looking more resentful than a gambler who had lost his last coin.

Backed back in disgust, Orlando looked at the mixture of snot, tears, and eye droppings on the mercenary's face, and finally held back the vomiting **. "I can spare you, but I need an answer. Swear by the name of the Misal, after all, the god of the harvest does not like to kill. ”

Jant's eyes widened in curiosity, and he said to the mage in disbelief, "Excuse me, I will answer as much as I can." The mercenary seemed to be in disbelief, he didn't know that he would have what this mage master wanted on him.

"Where's your mercenary, the guy who always paints his lips purple?" Orlando paused, finally cautiously summing up his words. In the end, in order to let the mercenary tell the truth, he also added a special sentence. "In the name of the god of harvest, he is actually a betrayal of Moulton. ”

"Is he really a traitor?" the sobbing mercenary asked, pausing and widening his moist red eyes, and then he quickly prepared an answer for himself in silence. "I knew he wasn't a good guy. ”

"And where did he go? Did he leave with the orcs?" the mage asked cautiously, and even Jant could see beads of sweat oozing from his smooth forehead.

"He's dead. Answering the mage's question somewhat frustratedly, the young samurai added. "Cut off by the enemy. ”

"Dead?!" a loud voice burst out of the mage's throat, and then, under the strange gazes of the three captives, the respectful and thin mage master dragged the guard over and shook him like a wild duck by the neck until he was completely calm. "Damn bastard, he's dead like this! with the stolen magic scroll!"

"And what about his corpse?" tossing aside the guard, who had lost his balance from the shaking, the mage's eyes widened as he aimed his bloodshot brown pupils at the captives. "Don't tell me you're burned to ashes!"

Cautiously shrinking back, the mercenary who had stopped crying muttered. "It was indeed burned to ashes, though a head was missing. ”

"Missing a head?" the mage placed the sharp bottom of the staff on the mercenary's chest, calming his rapid breathing a little. "Did you find anything on the rest of your body?"

"Perhaps the Quaids, we've also found the carcass of a snow bear around, but it's clear that this berserk beast doesn't cut its head off for dessert. And what killed this beast was a few scars that had been cut by weapons. The young samurai reminisced as much as he could, recounting the fragments that remained in his mind. "We also searched the coat of the red-robed master, after all, mages are rich. But in reality there was nothing in it, not even a single coin left. ”

"Except for this. The mercenary, who had not made a sound, said, and then took out an irregular round piece of leather from his bosom. "This was pulled out of the red robe's clenched hand, it was very tough, at least my long sword couldn't cut it. ”

"Quaid, Quaid. The mage took the leather, watched as it paced back and forth on the ground, and quickly made a decision. "Get Seradil back, we need him. Also, catch the Quaid on the hillside. Remember, I don't want a cold corpse as hard as a stone. ”

The guards quickly emerged from the tent. From outside, the sound of squeezing snow could be heard fading away, letting the mage know that he had done what he was told. But in reality, Orlando did not guess the outcome of the battle.

When he thought about it for a while, and was about to return to the tent to study the leather first, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside, and then the fur that blocked the wind at the exit of the tent was lifted. With the biting cold wind, the officer on duty rushed in in a frustration, and almost collapsed in front of the mage's silver leather boots.

"My lord, we need support. "This mercenary was covered in blood and melted snow, and his helmet didn't know where it had been flew. He thrust his weapon into the ground with the chipping of his blade, and with one hand he clutched the thin chain mail that had been split open at the ribs. "There are more Quaids, we can't beat these barbarians. ”

"Stupid pig that eats shit!" the mage scolded with angry shaking of his lips in the dirtiest and vicious tone of his heart. He raised the staff in his hand and nailed it hard into the flat fur. "Not even a dozen Quaids can be subdued, and you should cut off the hemlock wood brand from your shoulders. ”

But it was only as the mage walked out of the tent that he truly felt the brutality of the fight between the warriors. Two dozen or so Quaids were slashing and slashing the mercenaries in their standard white cloaks on the hillside, leaving them to retreat back to the camp in a panic. Although the noisy figures made Orlan unaware of the corpses on the ground, he had a rough estimate of the heads. The Quaid had not yet fallen, but the mercenaries had lost a dozen or so in number.

"Waste, even pigs are more useful than you. The mage scolded the professional officer mercilessly. "With twice as many enemies, but not a single Quaid has been defeated. After saying that, the staff in his hand danced, and with special gestures and materials spilled from the hidden pocket of the magic robe, the momentum in the valley suddenly froze.