The hunters set off two days later.

For veteran hunters like them, who often roam the Banhar snowfields, fatigue is not a problem, and the wounds on their bodies have special healing medicine, but they are not unable to hurry. The problem is that they have no transportation. In that encounter in the Misty Valley, their sled and sled dogs were all lost.

The Noems brought them new sleds, and the Pathfinder's Aurora Hounds swayed like a pack of wolves. The little wolf crouched beside the leashed hounds, scratching their ears and chins as if they were familiar. The snowfields shrouded in fresh gold in the morning light, and the distant forests rippled gently in the breeze.

"Don't send it, young master, miss, you might as well go back with us. Hunter muttered as he loaded the jerky, ale, and nǎi cheese from Selfendi Castle onto the sleigh. In front of the black watchtower towering above the cliff face, a group of Nome soldiers were watching. The snow and mist drifted very quietly. Three days earlier, in the valley behind them, heavy iron gates had fallen with a bang, trapping them in a death trap

"We've got something to do......" Aisha smiled apologetically, "Be careful on the road, if you run into demons again......"

"Miss, we know the snow best here. Bob triumphantly showed off the quiver, the arrows inside had only been loaded yesterday, all of them were made by the craftsmen of Fort Selfendi, "How many times have we run back and forth, we know how to walk safely!"

"And this!" Shrek grinned, raising the small bottle in his hand. It was Ivan's white potion. Stone punched him in the head in the back, nearly knocking his new hat off.

"Shame on you!" Stone pouted. Claiming to be the hunters who are most familiar with the snowfield, this journey has made them suffer enough, and several hunters are a little unwilling. "Miss, young master, don't underestimate a few of us, we have been in this snowfield for many years!"

"Yes, that's right!" Hunter gave a thumbs up. The little wolf turned his head curiously and looked the heavily armed hunters up and down.

"Just find Caterina Serin. ”

Despite the hunters' assurances, Ivan was still a little unsure. He wrote two letters, one to Lord Selin the Inquisitor, and one to his father, John. But the hunters didn't know John at all. Ivan doesn't trust Caterina Selin very much, but if Lord Selin is a person, he will definitely be able to contact Lord Laxis Flotica, the Holy Magister.

To deal with the seventh demon general, Sloth, I'm afraid there is only the Holy Magister.

It's been two days now. He didn't know what Sloss had done in the past two days. The wolf wolf informed the soldiers of the crescent castle, but they didn't notice anything unusual. There may be something new on the side of the kingdom of Ura, and they have no way of knowing.

There is no magic communicator in Nome's castle, not even in the northern part of the kingdom of Ura, even if you are in a hurry, you can only use the primitive method of sending a message. Sloth could run away at any time, Ivan thought, but her slaves shouldn't be so easy to take with her, right? And the humans dressed as fishermen that Kritz mentioned, who are those humans? Humans and demons collude, this kind of thing is inherently disgusting.

Hunter patted his chest, "Don't worry, Miss Selin, we know each other, it's absolutely no problem to leave this job to us!" He strode over to the little wolf and the hounds, "Hey, wolf girl, I'll leave it to you here!

Ivan couldn't help but raise his hand to hold his forehead. These hunters seem to be so energetic that they don't seem to have to worry about them.

The little wolf stood up, and finally patted the head of the leading hound, and smiled as usual. "You don't have to say that I know, so hurry up and deliver the letter!" she ran to Ivan and Isha in a hurry.

A few hunters laughed. The morning light is gorgeous, making people forget the yin haze not long ago. After a bloody chaos, when a new day comes, this ancient snow-capped mountain seems to be still in order as usual.

The defenders of the Misty Valley had changed, and there was no king in Selfendi Castle, and the Nomes were unfazed and returned to their normal lives. The throne of the Nome is not hereditary. For the past two days, the craftsmen and soldiers had been discussing the election of Lockonde as their new king, but Lockonde himself would not come out of the workshop.

Ivan recalled that two days ago, when he was still having breakfast with Essia and the little wolf, Lockevon came over in a hurry, and as soon as they met, he said, "Bring it to me!"

"I'm not here for you!" Lockevonde was still angry at the time, "Kid, you remember it for me! It's Wendy's thing!...... If Wendy was still around, I'd have to sue her! This kid has been taught what kind of temperament, and he is not small, and he is not small, and he takes his life seriously......"

Come to think of it, Lockevon was actually worried about him, as Asha said.

Ivan watched as the two sleighs swept in a graceful arc and faded into the cedar forest in the distance, and he breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that the letters would be delivered to Selin and John.

Behind him, the wolf cub was still tiptoeing at the sleigh that was traveling.

"Little wolf, can I ask you for something?" he looked back at the little wolf.

"Just say it. "The little wolf was very happy.

"I want to go to the crescent castle. He lowered his gaze, then looked at the wolf again. The little wolf nodded cheerfully.

"No problem, you can do it at any time, just tell me where you want to go. So saying, the little wolf jumped up and ran into the valley.

Aisha pursed her lips as if to say something, but in the end she only lowered her head in a little disappointment.

......

Kingdom of Aura, City of Price.

A bell rang in front of the heavy black door of the Snowwolf Inn. The inn had only opened for a short time, and the owner had not expected customers to come in so soon. The glass he had in his hand and a pot full of hot cow nǎi hurried forward, reaching out to take the guest's travel cloak.

The guest was dressed in a shiny black mink cloak, embroidered with intricate silver patterns around the edges, and a silver wing-shaped clasp on the neckline. The boss couldn't help but be a little frightened, recently there have been a lot of magicians from the Magic Alliance living in his hotel, I wonder if this time the noble adults are coming, will it also be related to the Magic Alliance?

The guest lifted the hat of the cloak, and under the meticulously combed black hair, the blue-gray eyes reflected the sharp light like a blade. He quickly scanned the entire first-floor hall before fixing his gaze on the boss.

The boss was so frightened that he didn't dare to move. The look in the guest's eyes was imposing...... so that he could not resist.

"I'm asking you something. He said, "Do you know Laxis Flotica?"

The boss shook his head quickly. Who is Laxis Flotica? He only knows Master Caterina Selin.

The guest didn't ask any further questions, he unbuttoned his cloak and threw it to the trembling boss, the silver chain of the pocket watch hanging in front of the silver-rimmed black gown.

When the boss turned to hang up the cloak, he took out the pocket watch and squinted at it. A pocket watch cast by Refining Mithril with a clear two-wheeled pentagram emblem engraved on it. This pocket watch belongs only to an extremely special institution.

The Core Council of the Wizard Alliance.

Chapter 6: Guardian of the Earth

Chapter 7: The Sea of Ice