"What are you waiting for? Are you still having any illusions? It's been a month! We don't want to accept the facts, but that's the way it is, Lord Rhodes can't come back, the North needs unity, and a new White Bear Lord!"

In the huge castle hall of the Overwatch, Trevor shouted. There was a reason for his shout, a green-skinned force had raided the castle again last night, but fortunately the defenders had spotted it and strangled it under the walls in advance, with more than five hundred orcs and goblins. This once again made everyone's nerves tense.

However, even without news of Rhodes, many would not agree to let Volkuf, the queen's puppet, be the commander of the North. Giger, Burtner, Deguer, each of them had the ability to command the legions. It's just that each of them has almost the same ability, and they can't convince the public.

Burtner walked to the center of the hall and glared at the skinny Trevor.

"I'm sure Rhodes isn't dead, wait another week, and if there's still no news, I'll leave with my people. The North was so before, and it is still how it is!"

Bertner's grizzly-like voice roared, and Trevor immediately fell silent. He stared at Bradley on the lord's throne, and his heart was full of unwillingness. After his brother's death, the throne of the lord should have belonged to him. But with Rod's support, his nephew, who was not yet eighteen years old, became a lord. He had been trying to find evidence of Trannie and Rod's body deal, but there was no evidence.

As soon as Lord Böltner finished speaking, he could see that the others had no objection, and it was clear that many people had prepared for the worst as much as Böltner.

Pale sunlight shone through the windows and onto the floor of the hall.

Just as everyone was about to dismiss the meeting, an urgent report from the rangers came from outside the door. The panting voice came from the end of the hallway, accompanied by messy footsteps, and everyone heard it, it was about Rod, about the White Bear Lord—

"Lord White Bear is still alive! Lord Rhodes is still alive!"

The Ranger shouted, and even stumbled through the door. He gasped for a long time before he could answer.

"What did you say? Rhodes is still alive?"

Lord Bertner stepped up and asked in a loud voice.

Everyone was watching this moment, and they craned their necks for fear that they would miss the slightest bit of news. This is the most important news ever in the North, and all the lords are listening carefully to a Ranger captain's report.

"Yes...... Lord Rhodes...... Still alive......"

The Ranger was out of breath, his whole face was red because of the long run.

"Lord Rhodes, Lord Caroline, and Lord Edmund have already traveled south from Dulong City to rush here. ”

The Ranger replied firmly.

The people in the hall immediately erupted in a deafening call, and a long-lost smile bloomed on Trannie's face. Giger, Burtner, Deguer, Virgil and others also had happy smiles on their faces.

"Thanks to the gods, I knew he wouldn't die so easily. ”

Bertner laughed.

Virgil rushed forward, his excitement palpable.

Everyone fell into a rare state of revelry, as if the White Bear Lord had ushered in the hope of the North. They celebrated and reveled, but Trevor quietly withdrew from the crowd, exchanged glances with the Lord of Splitstone and immediately walked out the hall through the back door.

...... Knock knock

In the dark forest, before the sun had completely set, Mannasrib had already risen into the air, like a silver mirror, faintly reflecting white light.

The hills spiraled upward, and the cold wind mixed with a hint of warmth. Rhodes knew that it was the taste of the North, and as long as he walked through this forest, Blackhammer Fort would not be far away. After a four-month journey, he finally returned to the north again. The Greenskin Crisis can be said to have been largely resolved, and although it is unknown the outcome of the fight between Ironhide and the Troll King, they are no longer present in Kislev's territory.

Rhodes felt refreshed, and the white bear Usok stood on the hill, roaring into the distance, as if announcing the return of the king.

Indeed, in the North now, Blackhammer is already the largest castle, both in terms of the size of the town and the number of people. It is the most prosperous place in the north. There is a way to reincarnate in the sky, and the most powerful place at the beginning is now lonely. And the lords who were invincible at the beginning, now it seems that the dead are dead and the wounded are wounded. Erengrad, Watchtower, Ring City...... These local forces, which were powerful just a few years ago, have now changed dramatically.

"We're heading back to the north. I can already smell home. ”

Riding on a black warhorse, Edmund said excitedly.

"Well, you know, one of the things I want to do right now is to jump into the hot springs of Blackhammer Castle and take a good bath and wash away the mud and dirt from my body for the past few months. ”

Rod replied with a smile.

It's true that when the environment allows, everything is taken for granted, but when the environment doesn't allow it, activities that seem ordinary feel like luxury. When you are in the Troll Mountains, let alone taking a bath, there is not even hot water, and the only water source is snow, which is full of white snow, and it is melted by the temperature in your mouth to get water.

"Haha, me too. Edmund said with a smile, his eyes melancholy, pondering for a moment, and turning his head to look at the old comrade-in-arms beside him. "Rod, brother, have you heard all the news from the Watch Castle?"

"What's the news?"

Rod asked, turning his head and smiling.

"They are all waiting for you to return, and many have actually spoken out their hearts, and they call you the King of the North. ”

Edmund's expression instantly became serious.

Rhodes looked at his old friend, frowning, then laughing......

"How can a kingdom have two kings?"

Rhodes laughed back. In fact, like everyone else, Rhodes knew that the North needed a true commander. Cyril is dead, the Watch Fortress has been rebuilt from the ruins, and he is the only one who is the strongest in the entire North. However, Dennis is still in Kislev City, still at the Academy of Magic...... At this time, Dennis will declare the independence of the North, what will Dennis do? This thorn has been stuck in his heart for so long, and he still has to face it after all.

After Rod finished speaking, Edmund fell silent.

After a moment, he slowly turned his head and said with a serious expression—

"Rod, I know what you're worried about, you're worried about Dennis, right?"

Although the other party saw his thoughts, Rhodes did not speak.

"I want to say that Dennis is no longer in Kislev, and I sent someone to secretly rescue her half a year ago. Just half a month ago, when we were in Dulong City, my men told me that Dennis had been successfully rescued, and if nothing else, she would be back at Blackhammer Fort in a little more than a month. ”

Edmund said with a serious expression.

Rod was just surprised...... Dennis was rescued? How could he not know such a big thing? But considering that Edmund was his comrade-in-arms for many years, and that he and he had fought side by side since the Erengrad rebellion, Rod still believed in his character...... It's just that the news came too suddenly......