In the cold north, in the bleak and bitter land, Rhodes felt that the world in front of him was clear again. Yes, he entered the body of the white bear again, possessing its sight, hearing, and smell. This time, however, he had no control over its will and whereabouts.

Rhodes could feel the cold snap around him, and it was tearing at his skin like fangs. Despite its thick fur, the cold still enveloped it.

The white bear was running, alone in the dark forest, but not the forest that Rhodes was familiar with, it was not the Black Forest, but a frozen forest covered in thick snow.

Everything is withered here, and the Black Forest is already so cold that only three months of the year are summer, and only three months when the snow melts and the trees grow young leaves, and only in those three short months does the Black Forest grow. And this forest is even more exaggerated, it seems to be located farther north, the climate is colder, and in front of him, there are only endless dead branches and tree trunks, all covered with snowflakes, these trees are even white, and Rhodes cannot name them. But what is certain is that they are ancient, older than the Kingdom of Kislev, and even older than the Empire. Perhaps it existed before the first Chaos Invasion. The smell of death emanating from the woods unnerved Rhodes.

The white bear continued to run.

Rhodes didn't know where Spirit Bear was going to take him, the scenery in front of him was constantly changing, and the temperature was getting colder and colder, so low that the plants could not survive. At the end of the forest are mountains, and as far as the eye can see, the white mountains are like giants at the end of the world, lying on the edge of the forest, and at the foot of the mountains, the trees have become sparse, and the bare rocks are as palpable as the statues of the ancestors.

Spirit Bear continued to run, and when the last white tree was left behind, it entered the endless mountains.

Rhodes hadn't been here, however, according to the book, the mountains in front of him resembled the mountains of trolls. Ice trolls who were rumored to have served in the Chaos Legion live there. They feed on everything that is alive, and sometimes, even trees and rocks can be eaten as food. They were larger than the average greenskin, beast-man, and even the knights looked small and insignificant to him.

Rod didn't know why Spirit Bear was letting him see this, it seemed like he wanted to convey some kind of message, or was it a call of fate? Rod didn't know, this time, he wanted to know. However, his vision gradually disappeared, and a blizzard he had never seen before gradually buried his vision. He gradually withdrew from the white bear's body, and when he got out of bed with a breath, there was a quiet and peaceful scene around him.

The room was cleaned up by the servants, the charcoal in the stove was burning, the room was filled with warmth, he was covered with a blanket, and under him was a soft feather cushion. Everything, very comfortable. It seems that it is just a dream......

Just as he was about to go out to breathe, the butler Muros knocked on the door.

"Your Excellency, the guests have arrived. ”

Muros said respectfully.

"Okay, let's rest in the room first, and I'll go down right away. ”

Rhodes said. Then he turned around and got ready to get dressed. Unlike other lords, Rhodes generally dresses and takes care of himself, and is not used to letting others into his room. Unless you need to wear heavy chain mail before the battle, let your minions help, and at other times, those who can take care of themselves are taken care of. After all, the living habits developed in the past are not easy to change, and Black Hammer Fort is not a big place, it is just a poor and remote place, and in the Celestial Empire, it is equivalent to the head of a local village. It's just that the population of Kislev is not large, so a few hundred people can be regarded as a lord.

Ten minutes later, Rhodes finished washing up, appeared neatly in front of the guests in a brown dress.

Coming in front of him was Alves, the chief of internal affairs and finance of the Iron Ring City. The Rings are big cities, and it was expected that Aubrey didn't come in person, maybe in the eyes of this cargo, resisting the beastmen is just a common thing, or maybe the Lord of the Rings is still holding a grudge against the champion who defeated him in the first place, and doesn't give him face. But whatever, as long as the goal is achieved, it's fine.

In Rod's view, half of the operation of the Ring City depends on this dwarf, from internal service to finance, to diplomacy, festivals, etc., these things are all done by Alves, compared to his own butler, Alves does too much. However, as he himself said, no matter how much the dwarf does, he always loses it.

"Ah, Lord of the Black Hammer, it has not been easy for you to achieve what you are today, and on behalf of the Ring, I would like to thank you and celebrate this great victory. Alves said aloud so that everyone could hear. The Lord of the Ring City didn't come in person, which was a small compensation.

"Hehe, not enough to use the word 'great', friend. ”

Rod returned with a smile.

"No, no, no. It is still necessary to face up to the fact that hundreds of beastmen and werewolf troops have kept you out of the city, which is an unprecedented record, and those who participated in this battle should be proud. ”

Alves continued to speak humbly and politely.

"Well, thank you for the compliment, and welcome to Blackhammer. ”

Rhodes returned.

The small banquet hall was filled with dwarven dark beer and imported wine from Bretonnia, three roast fat sheep were also brought to the table, the charcoal in the fireplace was blazing, and the small room was baked very warmly, and the glass-decorated hanging lamps bloomed with colorful streamers, reflecting the rare red light on everyone's faces, and the brown carpet covered the hall, making the whole banquet hall look a little taller, which was the most luxurious configuration of Blackhammer Castle, although these things were also left over from the grandfather's generation of Rod's grandfather. But it can also hold up the scene.

For this banquet, Rhodes took out all the fine wines that had been stored in the cellar for many years. After all, without the reinforcements of these two cities, Blackhammer Fort would not be able to hold on to today. The nobles and queens of Kislev have a taste of leaving the North to fend for itself.

In the corner, Rhodes notices that Caroline's old father, Baron Varell, lord of Heidelberg, has finally arrived. With displeasure written on his face, he stood across from Caroline like a resentful woman, pulling her to say something, and his face looked as if he had been owed a huge debt, and he was sullen. Rhodes knew that this guy must be unhappy, in the Battle of the Evil Moon, Heidelberg lost more than two dozen soldiers, and half of the team sent here to support was killed in the battle. This is a great loss for Heidelberg. Of course, the cooperation of the three places to block the attack of this wave of beastmen is not a trivial matter. But judging by Varrel's face, he was more concerned about the two dozen or so soldiers he had lost. At the same time, Caroline's willfulness probably gave this Heidelberg lord a headache.