Chapter 48 The truth is made up of lies
The scabbard is designed as a buckle for easy holding of the sword. Yeats untied the leather buckle, and a row of reminders appeared next to the snow-white sword.
"Highland Broadsword: Excellent quality. A large sword with a straight blade, heavy weight, often held with both hands. Those with extraordinary strength can wield it with one hand. Enchantment: Shield Breaker. Against shield holders , light armor units cause extra damage. "
Quality represents rarity.
This great sword is rarer than the Ring of Evil Words and the Sword of Spiritual Shield.
As expected of the leader of the Wolf Cavalry, he volunteered to give me fine weapons.
Yeats smiled happily.
Fokas, the young master has not forgotten the local specialties he promised to bring you.
Equip this sword and you will be the most capable knight in the village!
"This is the standard sword of the Golden Lion. Blacksmiths in the north generally do not forge this type of sword." Hilud gave the identification with a sophisticated eye, "The Highland Infantry Regiment of the Golden Lion is commonly used. This large sword is used to fight cavalry and is a heavy sword designed for slashing. ”
Gray pulled up the strap of the scabbard, put the big sword on his back, and asked curiously: "So, the orc also snatched this sword from a certain golden lion soldier?"
" It's very possible." Hilud nodded, agreeing with this speculation.
Gray snorted and smiled: "Yeats is a Golden Lion, now the property has returned to its original owner!"
While the two were talking, the caravan fell into an eerie silence. The guards looked incredulously and looked at the noble young master who was looking down at the trophies.
“Did you hear what he just said?”
"He claimed to be the envoy of the Goddess of Winter and drove away the Frostwolf tribe!"
The joy of surviving the disaster and the awe of the envoy made the guards look at Yeats His eyes changed one after another.
The veterans of the Ironsworn Guards were also quite satisfied with Yeats's performance just now. One of the orcs grinned and said:
"This baron still has the courage to dare to follow Grab something from the orc's hand."
"It's so greedy, it's just for my taste!"
Amidst the laughter, the Argonian herald remained silent. She had seen Yeats's performance in the Temple of Dark Night and swore an oath never to reveal the matter.
The Frostwolf Tribe, a nomadic tribe famous for its wolf cavalry in the north, is certainly a terrifying force, but this baron is obviously more feared!
Not only did not a single item of goods get lost, Yeats actually got a sword from the barbarian... Lena was both impressed and grateful.
She already had a very high opinion of Herod and Yeats, but now she pays more and more attention to them.
The Frostwolf tribe blocked the road aggressively and then left in dejection.
The caravan sets out again.
Although Yeats did not interfere, Herod took the initiative to chat with Yeats and talked about topics related to the throne.
“Under the rule of King ‘Ironbone’ Hallag, there has been no war in the North for twenty years, which is unbearable for the naturally warlike Northerners. Therefore, some The tribe is trying every means to cause trouble and support the claimant, which is the best reason to start a war," Shilud said.
"More than twenty years ago, it happened to be the time when the Golden Lion King crossed the Jueling Mountains and made a surprise attack on the northern border, right?" Yeats said.
Hilud nodded: "Since then, King Hallage has been seriously injured and has not dared to attack the Golden Lion. However, after all, twenty years have passed, and all the forces of all races are ready to move."
Yeats: "So, the Frostwolf Cavalry just wanted to join you and follow you, the descendant of the red-haired king, to raise an army?"
Hilud stared at Yeats and saw that his eyes were deep, as if Already understood everything.
The red-haired general was silent for a while, sighed softly, lowered his shoulders as if he was relaxed, and said: "My ancestors are indeed red-haired kings, but I am not returning to the north for the throne. It was a request from a friend."
"What request?"
Yeats knew in his heart that Herod once knew a warrior with excellent swordsmanship and invited him to be his wife. Lieutenant, he improved his sword skills under his guidance.
Later, the swordsmanship instructor fell in love with the count's daughter, which led to a tragedy.
Hilud promised to return her mentor’s ashes to her hometown and led her cronies to leave the Shenting Empire. This was the cause and effect of her return to the North.
The autumn wind blew through the orange-red maple forest, and a yellow leaf fell, landing on Hilud's open palm. She looked up at the fallen maple tree and whispered:
"My friend did not die on the battlefield. According to the beliefs of the people in the north, he cannot enter the kingdom of God of the warriors... But sending his ashes back to his hometown can at least allow his soul to rest in peace."
< br>There was a fleeting loneliness in her expression.
Yeats did not continue to ask, and said: "You and your troops, if you have nowhere to go after leaving the North, you can go to Morning Frost Ridge."
Hilud took off his helmet, Her long fiery red hair was flying in the wind, and her pale golden eyes stared at Yeats, as if she wanted to judge with her own eyes whether he was lying.
Yeats’s tone was plain, stating the facts:
“Stay in the North, and all the kings will be your enemies; stay in the Golden Lion, and all the lords will regard you as a foreigner. ; And you are a traitor to the empire and should be executed according to military orders.”
The corners of Hilud's mouth curved into a contemptuous arc, and there was a lion-like fighting spirit hidden deep in his eyes.
But just as Yeats said, when she thought of her own situation, a trace of confusion appeared on her face involuntarily.
Odysseus in the epic masterpiece "The Odyssey" is a legendary transcendent. But a hero who has reached this level only wants to sail back to his hometown and reunite with his wife and family.
Hero? Where does the hero go?
“Morning Frost Ridge is different.”
Yeats suddenly changed the subject and sketched a blueprint for Herod.
“My territory has the Jueling Mountains in the north as a sky screen, and the Great Wall in the south as an iron wall. Although the land is barren and sparsely populated, there are many talents. Even a three-foot-long land can make achievements for a hundred generations. Even the cavalry of the Roland people and the Imperial Forest Army cannot conquer this place. They can completely accept you and the Iron Oath Guards!"
Yeats made an impassioned speech, which stunned Hillard. Stunned.
What he said sounded right at first glance, but after careful analysis, it was completely different?
Hilud was at a loss for words for a moment and wanted to find fault, but felt that Yeats was right.
Yeats secretly thought.
The north of Chenshuang Ridge is indeed a mountain range, but the cold wave all year round should be called a natural disaster.
The southern part is indeed the Great Wall guarding the border, but Chenshuang Ridge is outside the Great Wall.
It is nonsense that Roland's cavalry and the Imperial Guards cannot conquer Chenshuang Ridge. People simply don't care about such a broken ground.
This is called using the truth to piece together a lie!
"You can consider my invitation." Yeats said calmly, "A lord like me who is willing to accept you will not have this shop after passing this village."
Want to hire Iron Oath There were quite a few lords in the guard. Yeats said this deliberately. Although Hilud understood that this was Yeats's words, she did feel a little shaken in her heart.
Pledge allegiance to the lord of Morning Frost Ridge...?
This is a clear path.
Hilud took a deep breath, nodded and said: "I will consider it."
While the two were talking, Gray kept listening with open ears.
Hearing Hilud's last words, Gray's eyes widened in shock.
Did Yeats really succeed in deceiving him?
Morning Frost Ridge, there really is a chance to recruit the Valkyrie and her bodyguards!
“If Your Excellency Sirud is loyal to Yeats, then she should be considered the commander-in-chief? Will she not take my job as a guard?”
Gray then thought: "No, maybe Yeats will fire me one day!"
Competitive pressure suddenly came up.
"The great elder said that I can absorb the soul of the ancient dragon to strengthen my tree of life. This is my unique power as a dragonborn."
Gray rode on On horseback, with the scabbard of a big sword on his back, he said secretly:
“Let’s see if there is a chance to absorb the dragon soul of a white dragon this time!”
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After a heart-to-heart talk, Hillard revealed her life experience, and Yeats felt that the distance between him and her had become much closer.
According to the plot, Hilud will be assassinated while burying the ashes of her comrades at sea. The Argonian herald shields her from the knife. She seeks treatment to no avail and dies of poisoning.
Yeats thought, this is also a good opportunity to recruit Hilud. If he saves the Argonians, wouldn't the favorability of this Valkyrie suddenly rise!
As I was thinking, a vast glacial lake appeared in front of me, and a city stood on the lakeside.
The caravan members breathed a sigh of relief, and the wolf girl Lena couldn't hide her smile, her wolf ears trembling slightly.
"Winter Lake City, we are finally here!"
(End of this chapter)