Triumph City, in a garden of the Central Palace.

"Why don't you bloom yet, rose, rose, in the name of Alice, the flower fairy, I command you to bloom quickly!"

Looking at the drooping branches, unresponsive roses, Alice puffed out her mouth unhappily and squatted there sulking.

"I can't go out to play with Isha if you don't bloom, please, I promise to water you on time every day in the future, okay?"

She picked up the kettle, and the sparkling water beads fell down the shower hole on the dirt, moistening the flowers in the garden.

After watering the entire garden, she sat on a pure white lounge chair with her hands on her cheeks and looked at the sky boredly.

"And Ronan too, I've been out for more than three months, and I haven't even sent a letter back, and I don't know if I'm happy outside."

Alice pulled out a delicate pink envelope from her bosom and kept dangling it in front of her eyes.

"Hmph, I don't care about my sister at all, if you don't send it, I won't send it! I also got a lot of gold coins from my father, and I don't even know where to send them. ”

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and quickly picked up the small cake on the table, mistook it for a certain guy, and bit it viciously into her mouth.

......

Coldwind Collar, in the basement of the old castle, inside Ronan's research workshop.

Ronan opened his eyes and returned his senses to his body, out of the distorted state of cacophony and distorted images of various snowflakes.

Despite the messy distractions of the footage he received, he was able to get two pieces of useful information.

It's November now, and the roses have long since stopped growing and entered the hibernation period, so how can they still bloom.

Ronan complained in his heart, thinking that his stupid sister would have to take care of the garden for his mother honestly.

As for the other side, is Edson taking the army and heading to the border between the kingdom and the Northern Lion Principality?

The knight army of 500 people, this is going to face off head-on with the Northern Lion Knights, and it is also the key to the fact that in the Western Great Plains, only the cavalry is the king of the battlefield, and it is difficult for the infantry to interfere in the battle.

This battle will affect the future development of the kingdom and the Northern Lion Principality, and it needs to be paid attention to.

Ronan stepped out of the basement to the clearing outside the castle and raised his right arm.

As he called, two black dots in the distant sky quickly approached.

But this time it was no longer a crow that flew in.

The first to fly was an eagle-like bird with a strong beak and claws, a sharp hook, powerful fluttering wings, white feathers, and dark horizontal spots on the upper wings.

However, it is not an eagle, to be precise, it is called a falcon.

A bird of prey that lives on permafrost mountain rocks, it is adept at flying, and as its name suggests, the falcon is as swift as a spear thrown at it.

And following it, flying slowly is a white owl, also a bird of prey that lives on the frozen soil, named the white owl.

The Gyrfalcon landed and landed on Ronan's arm, its sharp eagle eyes scanning the surroundings with full vigilance.

The white owl stood heartlessly on Ronan's shoulder, then leaned against his head and squinted.

In the frozen sky, it is impossible for only crows to live.

During this time, Ronan also saw many birds of prey that were caught by the crows.

Their individual combat power is almost all above that of crows, but unfortunately they are completely incomparable to crows in numbers.

Even without the blessing of magic, the crows that have learned to attack in groups can still rely on the group to fight and beat these birds of prey.

Marking a Gyrfalcon requires 2 mana, and it is normal for the body to be able to carry 5 mana.

To Ronan's surprise, the white owl requires 5 mana points to mark, and its body is capable of carrying 20 mana, far more than other birds.

It can only be said that it is worthy of an owl, a natural magical creature.

"Go, Rhine Territory on the border between the two countries, where a skirmish is about to take place."

Ronan let go of the falcon in his hand and looked at its distant figure.

The Gyrfalcon is fast enough to be only slightly larger than a crow, and with his support at all times, it is enough to roam the battlefield unaffected.

Looking at the falcon flying away, Ronan stroked the white owl on his shoulder with his hand.

The chubby size made Ronan's entire palm buried in its feathers.

"Don't sleep, go to Triumph City, there is someone there who needs you to take care of."

The white owl protested against his disturbing dreams in broad daylight, and after a few calls, he fluttered his wings and flew away unhappily.

Ronan went to the soldiers' training camp next to the construction site.

Compared to when Ronan first arrived in the Coldwind Territory, his soldiers had expanded from one hundred and ten to six hundred, most of whom were selected from the more than 2,000 villagers in the Coldwind Territory.

Ronan selected young and strong young men from among them, lured them into the army with high salaries and benefits, and then asked Ed to familiarize them with the rules and regulations of the army.

It's been almost a month now, and the basic training has been completed.

"My lord, I have something to report to you." Just as Ronan was watching the training camp, a white-haired old man came over.

"What's the matter?" Ronan knew him as the head of one of the three surviving villages, Licorice Village.

"Winter has come, and according to the usual law, many unfed beasts will expand their hunting range from the frozen ground to the south in order to survive the winter, and in the past the people of our village would hide in the cellars at this time to avoid them, and now that we are so crowded, it is likely to attract their attention." The old man said with some concern.

"Don't worry, I'll send people on patrol every day on the periphery, and a few beasts won't be able to threaten here." Ronan didn't pay much attention.

It is true that winter wolves have attacked the camp at night during this time, but they are soon spotted by patrolling soldiers and killed by a crowd.

As a reward, the soldier was also given a wolfskin coat, which he kept with him day and night.

"Your Excellency is wise, but I'm worried about more than that, in addition to those unintelligent beasts on the frozen soil, there are countless primitive tribes living in the depths."

The old man's words caught Ronan's attention, and there was curiosity in his eyes: "Primitive tribe? ”

"To be precise, they are barbarian savages who believe in the ancient legends of the tundra, and each tribe ranges from a few hundred to a few thousand, roaming the tundra to hunt for a living. These barbarian savages are tall and fearless of the cold, and the most powerful are even capable of hand-to-hand combat with white bears. ”

"When the cold winter comes, these barbarian tribes will not have enough food to store, they will invade the south, and our village will be unfortunately plundered, and half of the people will starve to death in that time, and the previous baron will take refuge in Black Rock City whenever this time comes."