Looking around from the top of the wall, Quaid warriors could easily scan the entire small plain and spot any creature they wanted to get close to. But the howling wind was even more violent, and the lookouts even had to put on two or three coats to cover all but their eyes, though it made them look more like large, bloated and clumsy cockfinch, a large bird so fat that its wings could not fly.

On the jagged walls of the ice, the lookouts built a low, narrow wooden shed. There were two piles of burning firewood inside, and metal soup pots hung from them. The hut is separated on all sides by planks, and although strong cold winds can always find a gap to get into, it is better than standing in the clearing.

When the figure of Riga and a group of people appeared under the city wall, the lookouts probably saw this group of dark shadows as well. The snowflakes that fluttered in the air like a chaotic feather made the lookout's field of vision so narrow that sometimes even the people under the walls could not see clearly.

But fortunately they saw the Riga and the others, and in the midst of the noisy shouts and roars, the wooden hanging door at the base of the city wall was slowly pulled up. The beast's mouth opened to the crowd. The ancient wooden door is also carved with some vague rough patterns, as if to prove that the Quaid people were once powerful. But all this has passed with time, and all that remains is their nostalgia for the glory of the past.

The twenty-year-old wooden door trembled as it rose up, and the rotten wood slag fell along with the broken ice that had rubbed down from the walls, making a rustling sound on the hard ground. Just as Riga was hesitant to enter from under the door, two heavily armed Quaid warriors stepped inside.

They held a spear about eight feet in their hands, and leather helmets were fastened over their heads. He wore a gray wolfskin cloak over his shoulders, and even had a fishy stench on it that had not been tanned. As he walked, a brown leather cuirass emerged from the inside of the cloak, and the brass nails at the joints shone in the dim sunlight, causing Riga to squint.

"Come in, don't worry about this wooden door. The warrior shuddered, then spoke very quickly. "It's much warmer inside. ”

Still looking at the wooden door with some concern, Riga stared at it with both hands. But until they had all walked through, the gate was still fixed in the ice, steady like a hammer wielded in the hands of a foundry.

"Damn. The hunter cursed in a low voice, and walked with his companions into the tunnels of the city wall. It was dark inside, but luckily there were torches hanging from the walls. In the dim yellow light, Riga took more than a dozen breaths before finally entering the place where the people lived.

It was an enclosed clearing, directly opposite some collapsed ice walls. The wall was about ten feet high, mixed with wood, stone, and even some shattered, ice-enclosed weapons. The other three sides are surrounded by tall walls in the form of arcs, which just leaves a vacant space in the middle.

A large number of Quaids were sorting through the clearing, looking for food and clothing that were missing from the salutes they carried. Although the houses built into the walls of ice are warm, the strongest warriors will be frozen and stiff like ice without warm clothing.

"Riga!" was just as the hunter tried to find Daddy Thorne in the crowd when a cry of surprise rang out in his ears. "Come here. The voice then shouted.

The Quaid quickly turned his head, but it was an unfamiliar tribesman who came into his sight. "Are you?Pani?" quietly moved aside from the crowd, and Riga thought and thought before finally saying the man's name. He was one of the wizard's apprentices and had met Riga a few times.

"It's me. The visitor said as low as he could. "I know where Daddy Thorne lives, please come with me. Then Parney put on his hood and covered his face tightly before he told him to turn around. "Please put on your hood, I'll explain in a moment. ”

It was not known why the man said this, but Riga did so. At the same time, there were several companions who followed him.

A few men stealthily walked around the crowd and came to a dilapidated staircase. Pani looked around nervously before lifting his hood and bowing respectfully to Riga. "I'm sorry, but I did this at the wizard's behest. ”

"Wizard?" the hunter asked in a sad tone, after a pause. "He has ascended to the temple of the Fury, where he enjoys the blessings of the gods, and drinks the unfinished liquor. ”

Parney was stunned for a moment, and then he waved his hand quickly and panickedly. "Not a mentor who has returned to the embrace of the gods. I'm talking about the new wizard, the former wizard apprentice Balkan. ”

Before Riga could speak, a laugh came from behind them. "That weak guy in the Balkans is also worthy of being our wizard? he's a coward, a traitor to the tribe. He even planned to make an orphan picked up by an old man a chieftain, even if he also had the blood of a frost bear......"

The hunters turned their heads and stared at the Quid warriors who appeared. Leading the way was a young warrior, not even an adult. He wears a gray wolfskin coat and a trumpet iron sword hanging from a belt around his waist. The golden hair scattered from the young man's forehead, covering his forehead and sideburns, which had no clan tattoos, but did not hide the ferocity and pride on his face.

"Do you think you'll be able to win by bringing Riga here?" the young man said in a more fervent tone, indifferent to the warriors around him. "Tell you, my brother will beat him again. Again!"

After saying that, the young man did not stop, he turned his head and left, and quickly disappeared into the crowd with a few companions behind him.

It wasn't until the young man left that Riga looked at Pani in confusion. "What the hell is going on here? Damn. Who's this fierce boy?"

Gar on the side was the first to speak, he squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, and finally replied affirmatively, "It's Palon's brother." It should be called Longfus. The second son of Chief Sparyn. ”

"Paron's brother?" Riga couldn't help but think of the chieftain, who was as strong as a snow bear, and reached out to wipe away the snow that had fallen on his forehead from the melting snow. "Why am I fighting that guy again?"

"You've got to fight him, and it's a duel. Pani, recovering from his panic, finally spoke. "This is the result of discussions between our two factions. ”

Walking up the sturdy, worn ice steps, Riga and the others listened to Pani finish it all.

"We retreated here with the chief. However, when Chief Spain awoke from his coma, he immediately fell ill with the news that the tribal camp had been breached. The intense fever kept him awake in about two of the eighteen hourglasses in a day. ”

"Because the Mentor died in battle with the Terrans, we can only choose the best of the apprentices, the Balkans, as the new Wizard. He supports you as the teacher decides, hoping that you will be able to take charge of the tribal power during the time the chief is injured. But the chief supported his son, the ambitious but capable Paloon. Hopefully, he will continue to suppress our power. ”