The arrows are made up of forged sharp steel and grease-soaked shafts, followed by four neat tail fins made of the long feathers of the Great Chill Sparrow. Such a heavy and delicate arrow will not be affected much in the cold wind, which can help the archer to shoot the target more accurately.

Crawling out of the boiling snowflakes that stirred up when the reindeer carcass fell, Gal shook his head vigorously and shook the snow off his hair and face. But the rapidly melting snow had already flowed down his neck, making the Quaid shiver uncontrollably.

"Who saved me? The Fury is on top, and I owe him a life. Looking at Parson, who was half-crouching on the snow, Gal said with the excitement of the rest of his life. There was a blush of excitement on his face, but he quickly calmed down with the news he received from his companion's mouth.

The sentry picked up the arrow and untied the scroll curiously, but when he opened the folded linen cloth, the scribbled writing on it made him scratch his head. "Damn. Parson muttered a low, powerful gut roar in his throat. "I don't know the words. ”

It wasn't until the warrior who was following him caught up that Gal stood up and took the scroll and looked at it. "It's not my words, it looks a little complicated, like a canopy shaken in the cold wind. ”

"This is what the man who saved you was left behind. Parson stretched out his palm, opening to reveal the arrow clenched inside. "What an amazing archery skill, capable of breaking my bowstring in a strong and rapidly changing cold wind. ”

When the many Quaid warriors saw the wooden bow with the bowstring cut off, Grim immediately returned to their faces. These warriors, who have been hunting and fighting on the ice fields for long periods of time, know how terrible it is for an archer to be able to accurately hit a bowstring in a strong wind.

"Have you seen the mysterious and mighty archer, and why did he come to our aid?" asked Gal as he stroked the roll of cloth with his fingers, and though the deerskin gloves kept out the touch of the fine linen, he asked softly.

"All I saw was a cyan cloak, but it was gone in an instant. The woods of the black hole obscured my eyes. Parson thought for a moment and then spoke, after all, he could hardly forget the scene just now, in the forest of white snow and black-gray tree trunks, the blue was as obvious as the brown bear standing in the snow badger herd.

"Cyan Cloak?!" Gal exclaimed, and the mysterious archer who had shown them the way in his mind flashed. At the thought of this man's help to them, the Quaids felt compelled to go back and tell the wizard and the chief about it. "The words on this scroll must be very important to our people, and we must hurry back. ”

Even though the other hunters disagreed, Garr and Parson insisted on returning to the tribe immediately. After a few words of discussion, one of the hunters agreed and dragged the carcass of the reindeer back to the tribe with the two of them. The remaining warriors remained in the pine forest to hunt until they had enough food.

The Quaids had already penetrated deep into the pine forest during their hunt, so it took them three prayers for them to slowly walk out of the forest and back onto the barren plains. The howling cold wind immediately enveloped the Quid people's bodies, and it was a little stronger. Although the blizzard had not yet fallen in the gloomy sky, it had already made it extremely difficult for several people to get there. From time to time, particles of snow blew up from the ground and hit Quaid's faces, painful and bitterly cold.

At the top half of a towering pine tree, figures with ornate longbows stared at the three Quaids as they left. The longbow was broad and gray, but it was surrounded by a silver dragon forged from metal. The cyan cloak stirred in the cold wind from above, swaying violently while clinging to the half-elf. The hooded shooter did not react, his lean body moving with the wave-like swinging branches, but his feet were as immobile as if they were growing on a pine tree. It was only when the Quaids had disappeared into the snow, and no longer saw the black spots of their movement, that Seradil descended from the pine trees, jumped on his hands and feet and fell to the ground, and then quickly disappeared into the pine forest. 'Roar, fight, Quaid. Break in pieces the sin and the flail that stretch out to you. ’

Without the blizzard's hindrance, the Quaid people's journey was finally easier. After all, as long as they covered their heads tightly with their hoods, the cold wind as sharp as a knife would not hurt them. After walking less than an hourglass on the flat ground, the fortress's tall walls made of solid ice came into view, and two sentries hit them at the same time as the walls.

The sentries rode on two sturdy Kabajin dwarfs, cloaks and hoods wrapped around their bodies. Even in order to keep their faces from being blown by the cold wind, these warriors deliberately smeared some snow badger oil. Before the greasy-faced sentry dismounted and said a few words, Gal and Parson requisitioned their horses. Although the dwarfs were already panting from the trek through the snow, Gal eagerly whipped them, trying to get back to the walls as soon as possible and tell Riga who had gone to find the wizard.

Alone in their room reading the skin scrolls, the Quaids did not feel the passage of time, and it was not until the burning flame of the lamp was extinguished by the depletion of snow badger oil that Riga came to his senses from the jerky, incomprehensible Quaidan phrases on the skin scrolls.

Rubbing his face vigorously, the hunter shuddered as his cold, stiff fingers touched the warm, reddened skin, and then stood up and stepped out of the room. When the wooden door opened, the icy air pouring in from the passage immediately caused the Quaid to shrink back, and then tugged on the cloak with force.

From the innermost part of the passage, a sudden noise came from the wizard's quarters, causing the Quid to turn their heads as they breathed in the cold air. Appearing in front of him was a group of people, including the wizard he had just met in the morning and a group of apprentices.

"Riga, Gal has brought back some very important news. You need to go with us to the chief. Without any hesitation, the young wizard waved his staff and spoke. The Quaid did not object, and he followed in the footsteps of the apprentices, eventually bypassing several passages to reach a large room.

The flames danced on the stone slab in the center of the large room, making the room as warm as spring. The chief lay on the innermost pile of furs, and the damage of the magic arrow made the strong man not relent, and even at the request of the young wizard, he had to agree to temporarily hand over power to the young man. This ensued a feud between Riga and his son Paron.

Palon, the son of the strong chieftain, stood beside the fur pile, and behind his shoulders sat his brother, the younger brother Longfus, who had once defied the hunters. Riga's presence caused the warrior to squint, but quickly focused on the scroll of cloth in the wizard's hand.

The young wizard solemnly held the sackcloth in his hand, and finally spoke, illuminated by the light of the flames, "This is the once widely used lingua franca that has been brought to every place it has conquered by the Santa Marta Empire. It is said to have originated from a synthesis of the Saxon languages, Elvies, and Marta languages that lived by the sea. Under the gaze of many people, the sorcerer did not continue. He picked up the bone staff, unleashed his magic on himself with spells and gestures, and then read the words on the cloth scroll with a little rustiness.

"The Terrans are here in search of the red-robed mage, and they will split into two parts. One team went deep into the ice field to complete the mission, and the other team stuck to the camp to protect the retreat. ”