"That's it."

Amelia took Erica to a larger wooden house and handed her the key.

"Keep it safe, there is only one, and it is very troublesome to have a key."

Erica took the key and said "Thank you." ”

Amelia waved her hand and turned to leave.

Opening the door, Erica entered a very warm house.

The furniture in the room was very simple, with only two chairs, a long table, and a bed.

The fireplace was blazing with red firelight.

Several animal skins hung on the wall, and a feeling of sleepiness came over them in the dim light.

Erica is naturally no exception.

She hadn't forgotten to take a hot shower, though.

After about half an hour, Erica left the bathroom.

His clothes were dried by magic, and his long blonde hair was covered with only a few drops of water.

Feeling sleepiness coming, she collapsed on her chair draped in animal skins.

Looking at the constantly burning fireplace, there seems to be a red fire circulating in my eyes.

It was warm in the room, but Erica was a little stunned.

In a trance, Erica fell into a memory.

She thought back to the long journey of the past few days, and thought back to the snowy northern frontier.

I don't know how the family is doing now.

In my mind, memories flashed slightly.

She thought of Professor Victor.

I remembered the horrific scene that Professor Victor had done to him with all his might that day.

Everything is burning, and the sky is colorless.

She curled up unconsciously.

That terrifying sense of oppression, whenever she thinks about it, always makes her tremble.

Victor still had a great impact on her, so big that she didn't know what direction to work intowards.

It seems that no matter how hard you try, you can't catch up with him, and that sense of gap is like a moat.

With the gradual recollection, the fatigue finally put sleepiness on Erica's body.

She should have slept in bed......

But the temperature of the stove is warm, so it doesn't matter if you just lie down and sleep.

Suddenly, the wind outside the window blew a little harder.

It was as if something was sticking to the window, making a sound of sticking to the window.

Erica was a little strange, and the voice brought her back to her senses, and she looked unconsciously at the window.

It was a piece of paper, but it wasn't much readable in the dim light of the fire.

There is no magic bulb in Northern Xinjiang, so she can only stand up and step forward.

A flame magic was constructed in his hand, which lit up slightly and shone on the window.

This time, she saw clearly.

It was a wanted post.

The portrait on the wanted warrant sounded very familiar to her.

She couldn't believe it, it was the person she had in mind.

Maybe it's just that they look too similar.

Professor Victor, how did he end up in the North?

Even if he was here, why was he wanted for a crime?

It doesn't make sense.

But the more Erica thought about it, the more panicked she became.

Finally, she glanced downward, her eyes widening.

Her lips moved slightly, and she whispered the name written on it.

"Victor Kravenna."

……

Time flies, counting the days, Erica has been here for three days.

She gradually adapted to life here.

On the snowy field, training started early.

Dozens of magicians around him were also practicing the same thing.

Not only did they come to protect Erica, but they were also sent by Duke Rivi for special training.

Mountain climbing, snow weight-bearing off-road.....

All kinds of physical training are pressing towards Erica.

At first, Erica was not very used to such high-intensity training.

But only three short days later, and now, she is becoming more and more proficient.

Vladimir crossed his arms and stood aside to supervise,

From time to time, he would nod his head in satisfaction.

"General."

Hearing Dick's voice, Vladimir turned his head.

"Those pups, showing their heads at the border again?"

The dog cubs he said were naturally those disgusting brutes.

Dick, however, just scratched his head and said.

"Contrary to what you think, General, the barbarians haven't shown their heads for a long time these days."

"Somehow, they began to keep to themselves."

Vladimir was a little puzzled, he glanced at Dick, and the two hurried towards the station of the Wizarding Society.

The operation was very secretive, and no one else noticed the two men leaving.

"What's going on?"

Vladimir stepped on his horse and asked:

After fighting with the barbarians for so many years, the old man also understands that these barbarians can't be idle things.

Among this group of barbarians, there are naturally some very strong opponents.

They have a special class, the kind of warlike born warriors, whom the people of the North call Berserkers.

Unlike ordinary warriors, the berserkers never seem to fear pain, they appear frantic and irrational when fighting, and they are sensitive to blood, which acts as a source of motivation for them.

Encountering barbarian warriors of that level, even Vladimir felt a little headache.

This is also the reason why the barbarians have been arrogant in this northern realm for so long, but the Pale Demon Guide Guild still hasn't beaten the barbarians out.

Even if they want to fight out and push the living space of these barbarians back a hundred miles, then it will depend on whether these magicians can fight the berserkers hard.

Wizards, on the other hand, have melee abilities that are comparable to those of ordinary mages, but they are not as strong as knights.

And the Knights of the North?

Heh, their hearts are not with the Pale Wizard.

The bitter cold of the north is the most suitable space for these berserkers to play.

Vladimir pondered on horseback, facing the wind and snow, but his mind was full of doubts.

Could it be that these barbarians are planning to gather and make a big wave while the group of northern knights is in chaos?

However, Dick quickly refuted his idea.

"The news from the spies who went deep into the north came that the barbarian tribes nearly a hundred miles away from the border were almost completely burned."

"Whether it's the [Flaming Sword] or the [Ice Claw], the sub-tribes of these two tribes stationed on the border have basically been dismantled."

Ice Claw, one of the two clans that are as famous as the Flaming Sword.

The Far North is home to countless small tribes, but only the Flaming Sword and the Ice Claw form a vast circle of influence.

Like the Flaming Sword, the Claws of Ice also believe in a demigod giant.

They also gained divine power from the demigod giant, which allowed them to defy the cold and gain the power of frost.

However, these two powerful clans suffered heavy casualties almost overnight.

"Everywhere I went, no one survived, only countless charred corpses could be seen."

Dick said as he thought back and felt a long shock.

Even the barbarians who were distributed, because they were to be stationed near the border, were definitely selected as warriors among the barbarians.

In terms of overall strength, they are definitely not weak.

These barbarians even have the means to communicate with each other, which makes it impossible for the Pale Wizard to deal with the barbarians stationed on the border.

Once you go on a crusade, if you don't swallow this gang of barbarians quickly.

Then, soon, the surrounding tribes will immediately come to their aid.

It can be found in the debriefing of the news obtained from the spies.

One by one, these tribes were destroyed.

They didn't even have time to make contact with the surrounding tribes, it was like an instant.

The barbarians didn't even have time to resist, and the fierce flames still burned above their characteristic buildings.

Until now, it is still burning.

The violent wind and snow could not extinguish it at all.

Those poor barbarians, who didn't even seem to have time to communicate, were wiped out by natural disasters.

Dick had never seen such terrifying destructive power, let alone heard about it from the spies now.

Vladimir thought thoughtfully.

Could it be caused by natural disasters?

Probably not.

As if he had thought of something, he asked Dick beside him.

"The knights, have you found Victor?"

Dick shook his head.

"They haven't heard from them all the time, as if Victor has left the North."

Suddenly, he seemed to come back to his senses.

"You mean ......"

Vladimir patted Dick on the shoulder and took a cigar from his bosom.

After that, two flints were taken out of his coat pocket, and they collided with each other, and a small spark suddenly appeared.

Just as the cigar was lit, the red stars flashed with Vladimir's breath.

The lit cigar turned a few times in the old man's hand and put it back in his mouth.

"Talk to the boys down there, get ready."

"Prepare what?"

Before Dick could react, Vladimir was heard to continue:

"I'm going to beat those brutes out."

In an instant, his words seemed to be full of domineering and undoubted.

It was as if an ice lion had suddenly opened its eyes, making people feel extremely awe-inspiring and majestic.

In a trance, Dick seemed to see the general of the Northern Regions who galloped across the battlefield in his youth.

"And,"

Vladimir took a sharp puff of his cigar, and the sensation that passed through his lungs made Dick even feel choked.

As soon as he took a sip, he spat out the smoke ring and laughed.

"We've got to get this kid back."

……

Victor walked out of a stockade of hides.

He held a flame in his hand, and the moment Victor left, the flame jumped onto the stockade as if he had consciousness.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang, and the stockade behind him fell into a sea of fire.

The flames burned incessantly, and it seemed that the whole village was about to be swallowed up completely.

And in the lava giant behind Victor, he grabbed a basket made of wooden rattan.

There seemed to be seven or eight barbarians inside, red and blue, men and women, everything.

But without exception, their clothes were charred, but there was not a trace of burns on their bodies.

The limbs were thrown into the basket in an extremely incongruous posture as if they had been broken, and the skin seemed to have been rubbed over and over again with a sharp object, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

Even if the barbarians saw the scene in front of them, they might vomit a lot.

Victor's face was cold, and he continued to carry the basket towards the depths of the north.

Vega yawned on Victor's shoulder.

"How long are we left?"

"It's coming."

Leaving this behind, Victor continued to walk north.

At first, Vega was still curious.

Although teleportation magic cannot be used, why doesn't Victor use magic to fly or accelerate to get to his position quickly?

And based on the experience of the past few days, Vega realized what he was doing.

He walked slowly through the snow, like an ascetic going through a long walk.

However, whenever he enters any of the barbarian tribes, he will only do one thing.

That is.

Exterminate!

Everywhere it went, the angry screams of the barbarians could be heard in the snowfield.

From pleading bitterly to being angry, they died with a sense of grievance.

But Viktor didn't care about the emotions of these barbarians at all.

No matter how many of them are killed, Victor will not blink an eye.

It seems that Victor's prestige has spread throughout the snowfield.

A killing god is killing people in the Far North.

So much so that when Victor passed through many villages, there was no one among those tribes.

Some tribes migrated to other places without even taking with them the food they needed to survive.

The barbarian stockade that Victor had just left was the first tribe he had encountered today that still had barbarians.

Maybe it was because they hadn't received the news yet, so they were intercepted by Victor in advance.

All in all, the barbarians have consciously been wary of the rumored existence of humans.

Even when devouring raw meat, you have to hold a weapon.

Victor silently continued in the snow.

The fierce wind and snow seemed to swallow Victor's thin man into his stomach.

As he continued to walk, the wind and snow began to dance wildly, making it even difficult to discern the direction.

I don't know how long it took, but I don't know how many hills I walked to.

Victor's pace slowed down a bit.

A ray of light suddenly pierced through the wind and snow and appeared in his eyes.

The wind and snow ahead became sparse, as if it had been divided into two worlds.

Victor walked over to a cliff.

"Here we are."

He stood in place, looking at the incomparably empty realm in front of him, and said lightly.

In front of it, there is an endless and turbulent ocean of ice, which is extremely ethereal.

The blue sea and the icy blue mountains blend together, creating a sense of silence and peace of mind.

The snow fields are dotted with fine ice crystals, which look mysterious under the green aurora borealis.

The light is reflected together by the crystals, forming a brilliant picture.

"Here, it's the Arctic Ice Sheet."