Winters here feel much colder than in the north, and I remember that even in the deep mountains and forests, Ravenhold is not so cold.

I really didn't want to go out, I didn't want to leave the fire for a single step. I didn't withdraw the scouts who were out on reconnaissance, and I didn't want them to degrade too quickly.

I feel that my body is extremely weak this winter, not only can I not do anything, but I also don't want to go anywhere, let alone go out. No one is too lazy to see it, and only occasionally when the weather is good, they will go out for a walk.

Nightmares happen almost every day, all kinds of dreams, either lost, or lost, or riding home and leaving your luggage. There is no wizard in the town, and I can't trust him if I do. I always felt that it would be a portent.

Actually, it's not bad, it's just a little hectic and a little annoying. And dreaming of terrible things is even more common, and even the worst time is afraid to fall asleep at night. The constant nightmares always made me feel like I was going to die.

I admit that I am not a brave and fearless macho man, but I don't feel like I'm too timid with just a little bit of martial arts on me, but in my dreams it's the opposite, that endless darkness and coldness, emptiness and abyss, behind which I always feel like someone is staring at me, maybe not one, but many.

The whispers in my head never appeared again, but I got into the habit of talking to myself, constantly talking to myself in my head, and constantly refuting the questions I had just said.

I felt depressed.

The Winter Veil Festival is coming as scheduled, and the revelry in the city even attracts people from the surrounding villages and towns, including Raven Ridge and North Elwyn Forest.

I told Ralph to have fun with them, and after this festival it was the new year. However, the growing gossip made me a little disheartened and uneasy.

That's right, gossip. Gossip about me.

When the bitter cold of winter is blown away by the warm spring wind, the grass covered under the leaves of the withered yellow grass stretches out its tender sprouts. The birds flew back and woke up the sleeping forest.

I stood in front of the barracks and looked up to enjoy the warm sunshine, and the air seemed to be full of life. The guys had a carefree smile on their faces all the time, and I guess the smile wasn't fake.

With a long sigh of relief, at least the scouts who had just returned still had nothing to gain, and there was no trace of orcs walking on the forest border. They were silent in the deep swamp.

Nearly half a year has passed since the last battle. The people here have completely come out of the haze of war.

There was still no news from Lothar, which made me feel a kind of indescribable sadness. I don't have any feelings for the elder in my heart for this guy who is much older than me, he feels like a buddy to me, and I feel like he is from the heart...... Not the kind of respect, but respect.

He was more than twenty years older than me, but I never saw him as an old man of my uncle's generation, after all, when I met him last year, I guessed that he seemed to be in his forties. He doesn't have the smell of middle-aged and elderly people at all, or the greasy feeling of middle-aged people. I felt only a sense of lightness and even some pride and joy with him.

And now he hasn't been heard from at all.

I guessed in my mind a myriad of possibilities, and sometimes even speculated that there was a conspiracy involved.

I've been wondering if I'd be looking for him for the past few days, but I've been feeling more and more uneasy about the gossip that the soldiers have brought back. Rumors from the town.

Morgan was right, the war was now widely thought to be over, and not only my scouts, but also their scouts said that they had found no trace of the orcs now, and had not found any trace of orc activity in the swamp for four months.

Without war, our stay here would be useless, and my well-pocketed men would be a thorn in the side of the rest of the town's defenders. Especially the lord here.

Maybe this is my guess, but this guy named Richville really doesn't seem to like us like us, and he only symbolically sends us some condolences at the Winter Veil Festival.

And those condolences ...... It's a bit too shabby. Although it can't be better than the king's gift, it doesn't need to be so shabby. And the expression on the face of Baron Palmer, who was sending the condolences, made me want to beat him up very much.

And he kept talking to me about all kinds of plans for construction and revival. He didn't need to say it, and I wasn't stupid enough to do that.

In March, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the weather has become very warm. I took Lawrence to Stormwind, and I gave him some money. He looked inexplicable, and with some confusion, he took the money bag in my hand and asked me what was wrong. I told him to let himself go and play as much as he wanted, but two days later we met up at the hotel.

I didn't tell anyone about my visit to Stormwind, and I didn't disguise myself.

If there were so many people in their organization, according to the gangsters, the whole city would know that I was here again within two hours of my appearance at the Pig and Whistle Inn.

But I don't want to get tangled with them.

The castle steps of King's Fortress were still long, long enough for me to think about what to say to the king for a while.

King Lane was talking and laughing with his son, and next to him was a tall, lean man.

"It's our hero coming! Welcome! "The King is in a good mood today.

I smiled and saluted.

King Lane smiled and waved his hand to signal that I didn't need to be polite, and the prince stared at me with wide eyes, the strangeness in his eyes making me a little uncomfortable.

"What's the matter?" The king asked.

"The question of war at the front, Your Majesty." I replied.

"What's wrong?" The issue I mentioned did not cause a change in his mood.

"Now the economy and order in the city have been restored, and it is even better than before."

"Really? That's a good thing, it seems that the Duke of Richville still has two brushes. The king looked at me with a smile.

I did not praise the duke as the king had said, "The fighting at the front is no longer so tense. I said.

"Hmm." He nodded. "It's your work."

"During this time, I heard that the Duke of Richville wanted to move out the troops stationed in the city. And judging by the current situation, many people think that the war is over. ”

The king's eyes were fixed on me. I know what that last sentence means. He heard me, too. "What do you think?"

"So far, there really is no trace of the orcs." I didn't answer him directly.

"Where do you think the orcs have gone?" He asked.

"I don't know, the last time I went deep into the jungle, I did find something, and I reported it to you. It has indeed been 4 months since the border of the jungle found any trace of orcs. I said.

"Well, it looks like the orcs did fail." The king directly concluded the matter.

"I hope so." I said.

The king paused, "Is there anything you want to report to me?" ”

"Actually, I'm sorry, but we don't seem to have helped much in this war." I say.

"Colonel Bill laughed, why didn't you help so much. Reclaim Brightwood, if I don't have your men, if I don't have those cannons. It is not yet known how many people will die in this battle. The king praised. Thank you for your help. ”

The smile on the king's face was not heartfelt.

"I will write to your king personally, and I will praise and thank you for your efforts and sacrifices, and thank you for your enlightened king." After he finished smiling, the smile that followed made me feel completely different. "I will give your majesty the King a great gift as a token of my gratitude. I would also swear that Alterac and the Stormwind Kingdom will be brothers and sisters in the years to come, and we will form an alliance. ”

His smile and excitement made me have to admire the acting skills of this king.

"Thank you for your majesty's compliment, my king is willing to live in harmony with your country, increase exchanges and help each other." I say.

"That's right." He nodded.

"Now that the war is over, I am ready to lead the army in a few days, and I have come to bid farewell to His Majesty the King." I looked at his smiling face.

"For the heroes, we will have a big banquet to see you home." He said.

When I said this, my heart fluctuated very much, and my heartbeat was especially serious, but I was a little calmer.

So be it!

"Colonel, are you leaving?" Prince Varian asked, looking up at me.

I turned my face to look at him, a smile on my face. "Yes, Your Highness the Prince."

"When you return to the North, will you write a biography of what you see and hear here?" He stared at me intently.

I chuckled inwardly. "I'm not at that level...... I can't write a book. "I said." But it's okay to tell the kids stories about the battles. ”

I looked up at the man next to me, who looked at me with a blank expression.

"This is my teacher." Varian saw the look in my eyes and introduced me.

I nodded at the man, and so did the man, but the muscles in his face were dead and he wasn't smiling.

"He's very powerful, if he goes to kill the orcs, maybe you will win more easily." Varian said.

"So he stayed to protect you." I say.

"He taught me swordsmanship." He said. "I'm not afraid of orcs."

"He'll make you the most powerful warrior you can be, but you're still a little younger, little one."

"We can compete against each other." Varian said.

Looking at this future king, the smile on my face stiffened a little.

"Father, I'm going to try it against him, okay?"

"Well, don't make a fuss, how are you Colonel Bill's opponent." Ryan smiled.

"That's Master Ander to compete with him." He said. This kid is quite vindictive.

"Varian, you're too headstrong." The king did not agree very much.

"Your Majesty, I would like to put on a show for His Royal Highness the Prince." The guy spoke.

Put it on a show......

"Hmph." I snorted softly. "Is it the end of the day?" I say.

"I'll keep you safe." He said.