Linko's body collapsed in a cage, and Siegel left him to the ravens in the sky. If not eaten by crows, the low temperature and heavy snow will keep the carcasses for a long time. Siegel took one last look at Linko, who had entertained him, helped him, and then betrayed him, took his sword back into its scabbard, and turned away.

He now needs to make a decision on which direction to go next. One way to do this is to try to climb south over the walled mountains and through the orc lines to the Black Blood Castle. The other is to the east along the Blackwater River to Makabuta, where it returns to the south by water. Both paths are full of unknown hardships and dangers, and both will be long and harsh. Siegel hesitated, there was no one to guide him, it was useless to pray to God, and he had to make this decision as soon as possible.

'To the south or to the north?' Siegel thought of a solution. He plucked the dice from his necklace and threw them in the air, watching them land on the snow. The dice bounced and bounced, and it took a long time for them to stop. "It's seven, singular to macabha. Siegel picked up the dice and checked his packing one last time. "Looks like I'm going to be a sailor again. ”

He walked on and on for eight hours, with only a brief break in between, when Siegel took the opportunity to stuff a lot of barley flour into his mouth and rinse it down with a spirit. On the way, he encountered a patrol of orcs, but Siegel spotted them from a distance and hid in time. In the past, Siegel was good at spotting orcs when he was sailing at sea, and now with the eyes of a raven, he can see farther from the air. The orcs were all heading in the same direction, Bacon Town. If you leave any later, you will likely be trapped in the town and unable to escape.

Compared to the grasslands occupied by the nomadic tribes, the north of the walled mountains is more barren and inhospitable, and the cold winter is approaching, and the beasts also need to find a place to escape the cold, so Siegel has no living creatures along the way except for the orc patrols, but it is difficult to replenish food. As we march eastward, the terrain gradually decreases, and we can see that the mountains are becoming fewer and the valleys are becoming wider and gentle. Siegel had walked 30 miles before he had no strength to maintain the elven pace. Considering that it was far away from Bacon Town, he chose to walk in his usual way. This will cause the mage's feet to sink into the snow, and his movement speed will be greatly reduced, but he will conserve his stamina.

The appearance of the Blackwater River made Siegel breathe a long sigh of relief. According to the traveling mage Eric, the river is two hundred meters wide and never freezes, because its main flow comes from the hot springs that come from the ground, and it is blessed and protected by the earth's fire, so it will not allow it to sail even in the coldest winters. It is said that the orcs who drink the water of the river here have the power of fire and cannot be harmed by the flames of the enemy. However, Siegel was not convinced, how could the body distinguish between a friend and an enemy, and every time the orc raiding legions would be burned to death by fire in the city wall mountain range, and the power of the Blackwater River would not be seen to have any effect.

So far so good, Siegel has avoided the most dangerous part of the wasteland, where there is no shelter and even a hiding place is hard to find. Now on the banks of the Blackwater River, on both sides of the river are washed out of the valley, and under the water that never freezes, there are also dense trees growing here, enough to block out the sight of those dangers. That night, Siegel found a cozy hollow in a tree in which he covered it with thick pine needles to squeeze in to escape the cold wind outside. Siegel hadn't lit a fire to cook food for a long time, and now he finally had his chance. He built a simple wall out of snow outside the hollow to keep out the fire and the wind. During this time, the pet raven flew out to hunt and was lucky to find a gray-white rabbit. This stupid rabbit eats so much fat that he thinks he won't get caught hiding under a pile of dead branches. Baron's senses were far superior to those of the average raven, spotting it from afar, and then piercing its head with a ray of fire. Siegel decided to reward his pet by giving him half of the rabbit.

He grasped the last light of day, collected enough fuel, and lit the fire. All Siegel thinks about now is food, steaming roast bunnies and stews. The key space keeps the food from spoiling, but it doesn't keep the food at temperature. Siegel takes the carrots, onions, and turnips from it, and a small packet of salt. Having other ingredients, such as potatoes or tomatoes, will make him happier, but not too much in the wild is enough for him to have a comfortable evening.

The sun drove the shadows through the trees, and at last the shadows on the west side grew longer and longer, until the inside of the tree hole was completely obscured, and only the red light of the fire burned at the mouth of the cave. Siegel tossed all the rabbit's entrails to the raven, then put half of the skinned rabbit on the fire for a little barbecue, and chopped the other half into the helmet pot. Where there is snow, there is water, and stewed meat is the best way to soothe the tired body and relieve the tense nerves. It wasn't long before Siegel was eating the rabbit stew, and Baron was eating the pieces of minced meat that Siegel had helped him remove. It doesn't like things that are fully cooked, but prefers half-cooked meat to raw meat.

By the time dinner was over, the night was quite dark, and the cold wind accompanied the cry of owls in the dark woods. Through the dense foliage, the moon could be seen rising into the sky, and in about five days it would be a full moon, which would mark the time of three full months since leaving Waterdeep. At that time, Siegel was joined by Janet and Arrell the Troubadour, as well as three horses. Now the mage is left with only his own raven.

Loneliness strikes Siegel, and even though he has become a childhood dream of a knight and a mage he can't even think of, none of these successes can erase the loneliness of being an orphan. This loneliness and loneliness made him think, and when he was a crew member on the Soth, he had always dreamed of breaking out of the world and becoming a hero in everyone's attention, but he didn't know what to do. I just want to be like all civilian teenagers with dreams, carry a short sword to join a mercenary group, start as a horse boy, and slowly practice my skills. If you're unlucky, you might get injured in one of the operations and have to change careers to become a blacksmith or a leatherman. Only those lucky children who can survive five years can really participate in the affairs of the mercenary group.

But that's just a mercenary, a profession that takes money to do things for others, and licks blood on the tip of the knife, and it's even more difficult to go further. If it weren't for the captain's dying arrangement to find him a truly capable knight as a guide, Siegel would have been drinking and fighting with people in the tavern by now, fighting over a gold coin or a barmaid. Sir Bill expands Siegel's horizons and rises from mercenary to knighthood, while his friends Leah the Elves and Ellint the Dwarf further enhance Siegel's technical abilities, and what he learns from them will be useful for the rest of his life.

If it weren't for the dwarf Elint, and if it weren't for the adventure of the Dragon and Lion Cliff, Siegel wouldn't have been able to afford to learn spells for more than ten years. This took him to the next level. With new and weird spells, endless knowledge, and even a variety of worlds to go to in the future, Siegel found his way to become a hero at this time. However, Sir Bill's words and deeds are still there, and Siegel's loneliness makes him think similarly to Sir and Sir. Rather than becoming a researcher in the Three-Peak Pagoda of the Mage Federation, he would rather become a mage who owns land and builds his own tower on his own land.

"Belong to himself", the word is the vision of an orphan, and Siegel counted what he had, including teachers, friends, lovers, martial arts, and spells, which made him feel happy in his heart. He still remembered Waterdeep's own cook, Mrs. Deepp, and when he went out on an adventure, he could see in her eyes the genuine care and reluctance, which was an invaluable affection for Siegel. A year ago, Siegel fantasized about leaving the ship, taking a dagger with a dagger, fighting wars and adventures in the New World, moving as he pleased, putting down all the unpleasant guys, and then spending all the money on food and spirits, as if that was what young people should do. However, after experiencing his family and affection, he decided to change the purpose of the adventure, no longer just for himself, but also for all the people around him.

So he would listen to the results of the dice and head east to Makabuta. In fact, there was an ambition hidden in his thoughts, and there might be a chance to burn that harbor to the ground, which would greatly reduce the pressure of the battle in Waterdeep, and even change the entire battlefield situation. If he hadn't had this kind of thought, he would have stupidly chosen to go east? Staring at the fire in front of him, he silently prayed to God, hoping that Janet, Bill, and Evan would be safe and sound, and Prince Aaron would be able to turn evil into good fortune. In the past, he always prayed to God for his own affairs, but he was not answered, and it is said that only by offering piety for the welfare of others can he be heard by the good gods. In addition to the safety of his loved ones, he also prayed that he would find a way to sneak into the city and destroy the shipyard under the noses of countless orcs. But the task seemed impossible to accomplish at any time, the orcs were savage, ferocious, bloodthirsty, undisciplined, but not stupid - at best their brains were slower. They would definitely be fortified there, and there wouldn't be just one witch sacrifice in a big town like Makabuta, so you have to be very careful when using spells to avoid being discovered. In this tree hole, he could hear the sound of the rushing water of the Blackwater River not far away, and for a moment he was full of thoughts, and instead of asking God for help, Siegel knew how to use his knowledge and power to solve the problem.

"I'm sure I'll be able to help them there, isn't it, Baron?"

Raven tilted its head to look at him, and no matter what it would agree with its master's thoughts, it was a deep imprint in the soul of the demon pet. Baron nodded, rattling. He then jumped into Siegel's arms and gently tugged at the pocket of his master's waist with his black beak. Siegel knows that the raven is connected to his own heart, and many of his own thoughts will subtly affect the pet. He stroked Balon's smooth feathers and opened his pocket, which contained the Soul Crystal of the Knox Fellow Sorcerers.

"Maybe that will help me. Siegel took out the gem and examined it carefully. At the same time, he opens the key space and finds the wizard's book, hoping to find clues from inside.