"Zart... Patriarch?" Scanning the old warrior in a shabby fur coat with some suspicion, Rigga's gaze finally stopped at Old Saalt's blue eyes as clear as the surface of an alpine lake. "I believe in you. He crossed his hands to his chest and saluted respectfully and reverently.

"But do you really know who my parents are?" Before Zarte could catch his breath, Riga suddenly looked up again. The question and urgency in his tone made the old soldier's face stiffen, and he could only answer him truthfully: "I don't know who your parents are, and I don't even know your name, it's just that the power of the rich blood in your body is too obvious." ”

A little depressed in response, Riga was about to sit cross-legged in front of the fire to be quiet, but a word in the old soldier's words suddenly woke him up. Because it is also mentioned in the skin scroll of the Frostbear Archwizard Kennell.

"The power of the bloodline?what is that?, is it useful to me?" asked the hunter in confusion, his face eager to learn**.

"You don't even know the power of the bloodline?, have all the wizards of the Frostbear tribe fallen to such a point?" Shaking his head visibly angrily, the old warrior Zart let out a long breath from his nose and blew up the long silver beard scattered around. "This is the source of our Quaid warrior strength!"

"I'm sorry, Patriarch Zalt. Squeezing a word out of his chest, Riga spoke as he looked straight at the shadows on the ground flickering under the flames. "Our tribe has been conquered by the Terrans, and the fallen wizard in your mouth has shed the last drop of blood for the tribe!"

The mighty Bosk warrior was immediately stunned, and then he sighed and whispered, "I'm sorry. I don't know yet about the catastrophe you've experienced. But then he asked, "The Frost Bear Tribe used to be the most powerful line of our race, why were you defeated by the Terrans?

"Other tribes?" pulled a stiff arc from the corner of his mouth, and Riga slammed his fist into the rocky ground, "There is no connection between us, and under normal circumstances, warriors of all tribes are not allowed to cross the dividing line of the hunting grounds. ”

"Hey. Zart's face froze and he didn't speak again, he knew about the chaotic struggle within the Frostbear Clan, but he didn't expect that this battle would continue to this day two hundred years later.

"Although you are not a Raven clan, I will also tell you how to rank and train the Bosco Warriors. The large, broad, soft hand slapped twice on Riga's shoulder, and the mighty warrior suddenly turned around and whispered. "I'll be leaving tomorrow, so it's up to you to learn this night. After all, I don't carry around those fragile scrolls of animal skin. ”

"Patriarch Zalt......" Riga excitedly stood up to thank the old warrior, but the Raven Patriarch stopped him. "This is for the continuation of the Quaid, and the Bosque warriors, as the blades of the Quaid, have been silent for too long. ”

While Gal and the other Quaid warriors skinned and dismantled the blue-striped wolf, cleaned it, and grilled it on the fire, Zart and Riga quietly sat down in a corner.

"You should be able to feel the heat surging through your body, which slowly builds up over time. In normal times, it can even repair your body and speed up the healing of wounds. The Raven Patriarch sat down easily on a dozen warm fur-cushioned rocks, spitting a long, curved jujube pipe in his mouth, and puffing blue-gray smoke as he spoke.

Although the Quedian of the Bosk warrior had a vague Quide spelling, the hunter was able to write it down very well. "I can feel it. Riga replied in a low voice as he stroked the weight ball on the hilt of the iron sword with both hands.

"I can feel the mysterious heat. But then the hunter accentuated. "It will repair the dark wounds in my body, give my muscles strength, and even my madness will need to consume it. ”

"You're already capable of going berserk?" said Zart, who was slightly startled, but then calmed down in the choking smell of tobacco, leaving only a pair of eyes flickering. "That means the power of your bloodline is already very strong. ”

"The power of the bloodline?is that mysterious current of heat that I can't control?" Riga opened her mouth in surprise, as if she could stuff a whole large Potante fruit.

...........................

In what was once the Quaid camp, inside the most spacious and tall house. The Terran mage was seriously discussing his next move with Baron Natilles.

The ground was covered with the pelts of precious beasts found in Quaid's hut, and Baron Natilles sat in front of a fire made of dark red charcoal, his hands pressed against it for warmth. One of the baron's guards also lit some spices in the corner, allowing the rich smoke to reduce the smell of the fur a little.

"This damn icefield, damn Quaid. The baron curled up in a wide, soft plush wool cloak, and cursed with his cold lips, as if it would give him more heat.

"Dear Baron, please do not exclude yourself from this cold land, for it has provided us with leather and fur, precious materials for Warcraft, and good slaves. The mage took off his hood and threw it behind his back, and offered Natilles a crystal cup of amber mead.

The Terran mage's body was relatively thin, and his face turned pale from spending so much time in the laboratory. His eyes were large and intense, and his brown pupils seemed to have a deadly demonic shadow in them. At the same time, the bridge of the mage's nose was high, as striking as the long blonde hair that was tied diagonally in two parts from the front of his shoulders.

His appearance was the envy of the Baron, as it was carved according to the aristocratic standards of the Duchy of Moulton. "It's enviable. Natiles made no secret of his thoughts. "I don't know how you've been living in the Magic Tower for ten years. ”

"He looks no different from a natural nobleman. The baron exclaimed as he looked at the guards beside him.

The mage was so pleased with the compliment from Baron Natilles that he freely stated his next purpose.

"There was a reason why my mentor suddenly asked me to leave this time. The mage raised his staff and let out a few short, powerful incantations in his mouth, and then he spoke cautiously.

"My mentor has witnessed more than 30,000 exchanges between the sun and the March, and the fair and harsh time has taken away his vigorous vitality and physique, so he has been researching ways to continue his life. ”

"Extend life?!" Baron Natilles had already exclaimed as he said this. "This is forbidden by many churches, and anyone who finds it will be nailed to the wall of the blasphemer. ”

"Be quiet. The mage immediately whispered, "Even if I release the soundproof wall, it's not necessarily safe, you must know that the things involved here are complicated. ”

Of course, the baron knew what that meant, and he kept his mouth shut.

"There's a lot of support for the Mentor's research, and you have to know that the vested interests in the advent of this arcane are the Grand Dukes, Kings, and Nobles. They are always trying to live longer, holding the huge power machine and the church to grab the land and the people under the sun. ”

When he heard this, the baron's face was already pale, after all, it was the first time he had personally been involved in such a huge and secret incident. "Why did you tell me this? And my two guards. ”

"Of course I'm not worried. The mage smiled strangely. "Because your grandfather, the Count of Natilles, was one of the participants. ”

The baron glanced at the guard standing beside him, and then the tall warrior quickly took a step to the right, his left arm around the neck of the other guard, and his right hand holding a steel dagger that stabbed him easily into his chest from the top of his collarbone.

The eavesdropping guard immediately dropped the spice in his hand and began to struggle violently, but the stronger arms only controlled him until the darkness swallowed away the blurred consciousness.

"Alright. Watching the tall guard dump the guard's body on the ground like garbage, Baron Natilles immediately threw away his youthful and reckless expression, and spoke after taking a deep breath of warm air mixed with the smell of blood, charcoal, and smoke. "You've set up several traps to get my guards to help. ”

"Hahahaha. The mage laughed a few times, then raised the crystal cup. "I had to do something like this for a common purpose. I'm sorry, dear Baron. ”

Raising his glass and slamming the mage's outstretched glass, the baron cocked his right leg, looked at the amber liquor swaying in the crystal glass, and said, as if he didn't care at all, "Now can you tell us what we're really about?" ”

"Of course. The mage's face turned serious. "My mentor has achieved great success in arcane experiments, but now the magic scroll that records some of the data has been stolen. ”

Sneaking a glance at Baron Natilles, who was sitting reclining, and after noticing that he hadn't even moved his eyes, the mage spoke again: "It was an apprentice in a laboratory who stole the magic scroll before he went out to buy magic materials, and then he joined a caravan and hid in the Pamir Ice Field. ”

"What are his characteristics?" the baron finally changed in his words. "We're going to catch him as soon as possible. Otherwise...... We're all going to be finished. ”

"He's a red-robed mage. Shrugged helplessly, the mage spoke. "Although my mentor is an arcane, with the exception of his two true disciples, we can only learn simple magic from him, choosing to become white or red. ”