Chapter 47 Frost Wolf Tribe, God’s Envoy Blackmail
October.
In the north, the cold wind howls.
Crossing the endless mountains, we enter the northern territory. The long and narrow coastline brings cold currents and fishery resources. The Dragon Snow Mountain that runs straight through the north divides the empire into two territories, the Beijun Kingdom and the Kingdom of Beasts.
To the west of the Beijun Kingdom, on the magnificent ice sea, is the paradise of pirates, the Ice Sea Kingdom.
Yeats was riding on a packhorse, flipping through the "Ice Sea Saga" in his hand, reading it with gusto.
The reading progress has reached 100%, Northern Territory is fully mastered.
Even the diplomats from the Golden Lion Kingdom who were envoys to the north did not necessarily have as good a speaking proficiency as Yeats.
Yeats was reading a book to pass the time. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Lena walking around from the front of the team. She was riding on the back of a tall winter wolf and said with a smile:
“We’re about to do it. We’ve arrived at Winter Lake City, Young Master Yeats, I’m having a hard time with you now.”
Yeats shook his head and smiled: "I should thank you for agreeing to let me go with you."
"A lot of goods were lost on this trip, and several beasts of burden fell off the cliff, but we are finally reaching Winter Lake City. ." Lena's tone showed a lot of sadness.
"I believe that the rewards of this trip will not disappoint you, Miss Lena." Yeats smiled.
This is not without purpose. In the plot, Lena's status in the merchant guild soared thanks to this successful transaction.
Lena wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by the harsh sound of the bugle.
Wu——
While passing through a mountain road, the caravan was forced to stop, and the guards drew their weapons.
"Enemy attack!!"
On the top of the nearby hillside, a team of about twenty wolf cavalry appeared. The orc headed by it was tall and tall, with protruding fangs and wore a He wears fur armor and carries a big sword on his shoulder. Under his crotch is a frost wolf. Behind him, orcs and half-orcs wore animal bones on their heads, had fierce eyes, held scimitars or war hammers, and mounted giant wolves ready to move.
“Roar——”
The leading orc held the giant sword with one hand, slapped his shoulder armor with the sword blade, and roared something loudly.
After a loud roar, the caravan guards looked at each other.
Lena ordered: "Let the accompanying mage come over quickly and use the 'Language Understanding' spell on me! Hurry up!"
Yeats glanced at the orc and translated: "He said , let the red-haired woman come out, they want to meet the red-haired woman of the Iron Oath Guards."
A look of astonishment flashed in Lena's eyes.
Immediately mixed with surprise and uneasiness, he looked at the eagle-helmeted woman not far away: "Your Excellency Sirud, as you wish..."
"I will handle it."
Red The hair-haired woman rode a white horse and walked to the front alone, her blood-red shirt dancing in the wind. Her eyes under the eagle helmet looked coldly at the leading orc.
Strong winds roared, and the battlefield was filled with chills.
‘Storm Wolf’ Kuska’s eyes were heavy. Before coming, he had suspected that the descendants of the red-haired king were rumors, but when he saw it with his own eyes, all doubts were dispelled.
The red-haired emperor who conquered the three northern kingdoms swore an oath not to groom or cut his hair until he claimed the throne. When his army swept across the north like a storm, he allowed his red hair to dance like a lion.
This woman, with hair as bright as flames and a strength honed from cruel battlefields, must be a descendant of the red-haired king!
Kuska noticed a hint of excitement in his voice, and his warlike blood surged in his body, and he said hoarsely:
"You, are you here for the throne? ”
Whether the other party answers yes or no, a bloody war will begin.
Kuska would rather she came for the throne, so that his wolf cavalry team could join her command and fight their way through the increasingly boring kingdom.
All it takes to raise an army is two simple words: orthodoxy!
The Red-Haired King is the orthodox leader in the North and supports his descendants to ascend the throne. Even Tyr, the God of War and Justice, will not object!
But if the answer is no, King Hallag of the ‘Iron Arm’ will not let a throne propagandist stay in the territory. Her head can be exchanged for a priceless reward!
Kuska waited for the red-haired woman's answer.
Unexpected.
The answer is not yes or no.
Hilud raised the rapier in his hand, the tip of the sword reflecting the brilliance of the setting sun, and said coldly:
"Back away, or come up and die."
Clang!
Behind Shilud, more than a dozen iron guards closed their upper armors, holding battle axes in their hands, and they looked solemn.
The whole place was silent.
The might of the army rushed towards them, causing the mounts of the Wolf Cavalry to roar restlessly.
Kuska was stunned for a long time, then slowly grinned. This is what it means to be a king.
She is like a red-hot iron sword. Try to see how much repercussions it will cause if you throw it into the ice pool in the North!
"Red Hair, if you need assistance, you can contact the Frostwolf Tribe at any time!"
'Storm Wolf' Kuska pulled the reins and turned the Frostwolf around, already satisfied. Replied, laughed and said:
“What the Frostwolf tribe wants is very simple, gold coins, and battle!”
Kuska was about to lead the team to leave, Lena and others He breathed a sigh of relief and a calm voice sounded.
"Wait a minute."
The silver-haired boy was riding a packhorse, standing in front of the team surrounded by wolves, and said:
"You intercepting the caravan has disrupted our itinerary plan. No, Is it unreasonable to give some compensation? "
Compensation?
Kuska seemed to have heard a big joke, and the wolf cavalry behind him also laughed.
"Do you know what you are talking about? You little kid, you actually dare to ask us for compensation?"
Yeats: "We should have entered Winter Lake City at this time with the mission of carrying the goddess of winter, but because of Your Excellency has delayed your mission. I wonder if you can shoulder this responsibility?"
As he spoke, Yeats took out the Holy Emblem of the Goddess of Winter and looked at Gray beside him.
Having already learned of the plan, Gray used the blessing of 'Frost Weapon'. Cold air condensed in his palm, and he froze the Holy Emblem on the hand axe, and immediately threw it out.
Boom!
The hand ax rotated and was embedded in a cedar tree next to Kuska. The snow fell and the ax handle hummed and vibrated.
A trace of surprise flashed across Kuska's eyes, and his eyes slowly and seriously glanced at the hand ax that was submerged in the cedar tree.
I saw the ice and snow holy symbol on the snow-white axe, shining brightly.
The belief in the Winter Goddess is extremely popular in the North, and also includes the Frostwolf tribe.
The magic power contained in this holy emblem of ice and snow is particularly astonishing. As if sensing the anger of the envoy of winter, it instantly froze the entire fir tree into an ice sculpture!
Kuska's pupils shrank, and she suddenly turned her head in surprise and looked at the silver-haired boy down the mountain.
He?
The messenger of the Winter Goddess?
Kuska was about to reach out to touch the hand ax and check the holy symbol on the axe, but the ax flew back to Gray's hand out of thin air.
At the same time.
Yeats's mind moved, and a summoning plane exuding frost slowly opened. Before he could see his true body, the roar of the snow leopard could be heard from it.
“Woo——”
Kuska’s face suddenly darkened.
The holy beast of snow leopard and the holy emblem of ice and snow make the identity of the divine envoy unmistakable. His identity and background are far worse than those of the descendants of the red-haired king!
"Retreat, retreat quickly!" Kuska ordered the brothers to retreat.
If you can't afford to provoke him, can you still afford to hide? !
"Under the gaze of the Winter Goddess, where can you retreat to?"
Yeats smiled: "I think your sword is quite good, as an offering to the Winter Goddess. , I think she will be satisfied.”
Kuska: “…”
It’s obvious that you want to keep it for yourself!
The orc sighed heavily, took off the heavy sword from his shoulder, and threw the scabbard down the hillside.
Immediately, Kuska looked at Yeats complicatedly.
How can any human capture the orc’s head?
This matter cannot be spread, otherwise I will become a laughing stock!
“Withdraw!”
In an instant, the Wolf Cavalry disappeared into the coniferous forest.
Hilud looked at Yeats, lost in thought.
Blackmailing the orcs actually succeeded... Yeats's lobbying ability was also extraordinary.
“This sword looks like it can be sold for a lot of money!” Gray came over excitedly, holding the scabbard.
Yeats stretched out his hand to weigh it, but his shoulders suddenly sank and he let go of his hand expressionlessly.
"Is it heavy?" Gray held it in his hand and tossed it, and asked strangely, "Shouldn't it be?"
Yeats: "..."
You are the Dragonborn, since Bring strange power!
"The identity of the divine envoy is quite useful. I wonder if I can find more holy emblems in the future."
Yeats lowered his head and glanced at the orc scabbard, and thought to himself:< br>
"The local specialties I promised to bring to Phokas have been found..."
(End of this chapter)