The north wind, which swooped down from the ice fields like falcons, was more fierce than expected, and more than a week after the death of the Countess of Rose, a terrifying cold snap bent the treetops and turned the green leaves yellow like dye. The Dragonianus, who could not bear to wrap themselves in thick clothes, were also swept up in winter, but only most of the inhabitants of Pompeira were able to put on their coats to protect themselves from the cold, and there were still hungry and cold victims in the lands to the east and south that had just escaped the Harrisons.

The nobles of the two realms had returned to their homeland with the farmers half a week ago, but they were greeted only by the burnt village castles. The Harrisons retreated to the East for some reason, but these unyielding enemies broke down all obstacles to the future. Castles made of neat boulders collapsed in haphazard manner, and villages made of wood burned to the ground. The only thing that has not been destroyed is the barren fields, where the farmers of the East did not plant seeds at the beginning of the summer, and the people of the South, who abandoned the budding fields because of the snake pupils, and now there are lush weeds, and less than half of the wheat seedlings have survived.

The Serpent Pupil was originally planning to destroy everything, but his mysterious godfather prevented the impending tragedy. "We can't do that, Stuart. These fields must be left for the Dragonianus, or the peasants, driven mad by hunger and hatred, will have no choice but to attack us. ”

"I'd rather those fools die in front of the fortress. "The young king looked a little fatter than before, and his small belly bulged like a mound with a well-fitting satin coat.

"It can't be like this. The godfather's tone sounded a little harsher. "No skilled rider can control a horse in two directions at the same time. Now we need to drive out the believers of Noneth, or the kingdom will always have a sword behind it. And how can the two southeastern borders, which have no food, fight against the other two borders that have not been looted? ”

"Hopefully, the two successors of the Duke of Sebstan will break up as planned. The snake-pupiled man pinched his horn mustache, which had just been sprinkled with the spice potion.

"You have to believe in the greatness of the church. The old man smiled confidently and calmly, and then he put his hood on again, making sure that the pattern on his forehead was hidden in the shadows again.

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In fact, it doesn't matter if the Harrisons have left crops that are about to ripen. There is still no escape for the victims. The bad weather and hunger of the winter cost many lives, and only the hungry people near Pomberra, who were rescued by Count Olivia, had a chance to survive the winter. The souls grazed by the fingertips of Alani, the goddess of death and pain, were so grateful for this that most of the nobles and nobles banded together to sign a petition. They wanted the beautiful and kind countess to be the Grand Duke, and not Caroline, who was as harsh on her enemies as her fellow enemies.

The rumors that Count Rose had become Grand Duke had already made Countess Frederiksborg angry. And when the petition stamp, signed with the noble's surname, reached the mage tower in the center of the city, Caroline immediately cursed and threw a blazing fireball into the garden in front of her. The furious violence turned the garden full of the sisters' two favorite flowers into a sea of fire, but the sister's anger did not diminish at all. "How could they do that, those despicable slaves who think with the same beard as the dwarves!" the countess desperately tore off two arms, long sleeves that were neatly sewn at the front and studded with sparkling diamonds, and whose beautiful face was piled with ugly blue. "Those damn little aristocrats. Let them know that the majesty of the House of Dragonus is not to be desecrated. ”

Despite the anger of the Countess of Frederiksburg at the alleged 'betrayal', the powerful warlocks who lived in the towering mage tower in the center of the city did nothing to punish them. For these spellcasters, who are preoccupied with magic and all sorts of strange experiments, the two heirs who do better will become the leader of the principality. The power of the family has always been above the Grand Duke, and the only other one is the last Grand Duke of Sebstan, who relied on his power to control the family.

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In the soft light of the morning sun, Riga walked slowly out of the hut on the black floor that was about to rot. The hunter, dressed in a thin cowhide armor, was not afraid of the howling north wind, and after stretching his arm upwards and yawning, he immediately turned and plunged headlong into the barrel filled with water. The water that had just been brought up from the well still had the warmth of the earth, so the Quaid shook their heads vigorously in it until their lungs were sore and they were almost out of breath.

A large splash of water gushes out from the sideburns of his forehead, which is full of water. They flow along the eye sockets and the wings of the nose. It ended up in a beautiful long beard with braids. The barbarian shook his head like a long-haired hound in the water. It wasn't until the water droplets that were about to fill the beard were driven away that they opened their eyes comfortably. "Winter is always there. The Quaid casually threw out the dead leaves that had fallen into the barrel, and then vigorously cleared the nostrils of the dust stuffed with firewood.

"It's been another good winter, and I'm hoping for a blizzard here. The tribesmen must be sacrificing again. Herds of fat reindeer live on the hunting grounds, and snow hare stretches their legs to play in the snow. The brown bear shook and retracted into its burrow, and the guy who immediately came of age sharpened his weapon. Remaining Gal leaned against the doorpost and cheered, and by the way, he shoved a whole smoked fish into his mouth, causing his teeth and bones to make a tempting crunch for the rest of the day.

"The leaves haven't fallen yet. The Knight of Mondstadt says that only about two natural months of snow are covered in snow and ice, and if you're unlucky, you can see snowflakes only one month. Riga finally found a clean linen cloth and wiped her face, then went into the next room and got a piece of bacon and half a loaf of bread about two ounces in weight. Originally, the members of Count Rose's guard would have been given a glass of wine before the meal, but as the famine continued, a large glass of ale turned into a half-glass, and a half-glass turned into a small one, and now it was not even at all. The Earl's cook worked hard to make some almond tea for the barbarian warriors, but the bitter taste with a sweet drink made the Quaid miss the ale even more.

"Lads, it's time to go. The Count's carriage came out of the tower. Before the hunter could swallow the food he had just arrived, a knight with a sturdy movement rushed out of the mage's tower. This is a former jousting champion who relies on spears and skillful skill to defeat all the powerful knights of his opponents in the East. Now he's an assistant to the Knight of Mondstadt and the vice-captain of the Guard, in charge of a team that looks like a mess and full of people.

Slice open the rest of the bacon and toss half of it into her mouth, Riga quickly shoves the rest of the bread and meat into the bulging grain bag and makes sure it is stabbed to death. The Quid squirmed and wiped his hands on the shoulders of the squire beside him, and then the barbarian warrior picked up the heavy long-handled battle axe from the doorway wall and stuffed it into a horse's back bag seemingly effortlessly.

"Let's go, warriors of Hirag. Rriga shouted in Queddh and climbed onto his horse, "Go to the wind and meet the Frostmaiden's angry whip from the far north of the icefield." ”