Chapter 91 The Blade and the Scabbard
The snow is falling heavily, and the territory is covered in silver.
An ice wall about three meters high and wide stands in the north of the territory, in the shape of an arc, facing the majestic Jueling Mountains.
On the plain beyond the ice wall, there is a row of anti-horse wooden guns.
More than a dozen militiamen were stationed on the city wall, equipped with chain armor, crossbows and spears. Next to a crenel, two militiamen were talking to each other. When they saw two figures approaching, they immediately fell silent. , looking at the vast snowy scenery.
Herod wore an eagle helmet, metal plate armor, and a bright red robe that rolled in the wind. He walked with Sora and stepped on the corridor at the top of the ice wall.
“Every time I see the Ice City, I think of the Great Wall of Winter where the Night Watch Knights are stationed next to the Dragon Snow Mountain.”
Sola stretched out his hand and put it on the ice wall, twisting a handful Ji Xue said: "I heard that the Great Wall of Neverwinter is more than a hundred meters high and stretches for thousands of miles. It will not melt even in summer. This place is so small that it pales in comparison to the big one." The Great Wall made of blood and this temporary ice wall are naturally incomparable."
Hilud looked at the corpse of a wild wolf outside the city that had just been shot through the head by a crossbow arrow, and said: "However, it is enough to fight against the beast tide."
Sora crossed his arms and said: "There are similar examples of beast tides in the Southern Continent. Every summer, during the breeding season, the beasts will rush to the oasis and fight with humans. No matter how powerful the tribe is, they will have to temporarily stop fighting. The oasis evacuates. "
"Natural selection," Hilud said, "In the final analysis, life is just about living...that's all."
Sora seems to have something to say. Thinking, he said: "Sir, when will we leave Chenshuang Ridge?"
"Let's wait until the battle is over."
Hilud looked in the direction of the Lord's Mansion: " Wait until the fighting here subsides before heading to the next battlefield.”
"I'm afraid you won't be able to leave at that time." Sora smiled.
Hilud was silent, as her mind reflected the scene of the boy handing the music box to his palm on the boat shrouded in dusk.
She thought of the battlefield where limbs were broken and the air was filled with the smell of blood. She thought of the back garden where the birds were singing. The young man lay down on the ground tiredly and asked her with a smile if he could stay.
Indeed, there was something left with him forever, and it was difficult for Hilud to explain her thoughts like flying snow. She stretched out her palms to hold the snowflakes, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly under her helmet.
“Even if the sword leaves the scabbard, the scabbard will still be there.”
Herod walked in the vast snow, her fiery red robe dancing wildly.
“The sword is made for fighting. Wait until the fighting here subsides before heading to the next battlefield.”
Sword? Scabbard? I understand!
Sola was shocked and said: "Have you and the Baron reached the final stage of development?"
Hilud said angrily: "Metaphors, metaphors, don't you understand!"
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"Lord Knight, Sir Instructor." A herald lowered his head and said, "The Lord invites you two to a banquet at the Lord's Mansion."
Sora glanced at Hilud, coughed dryly, and said:
"I won't disturb you anymore, Master Shilud, come on!"
"What?" Shilud said sideways.
"Come on, take down Lord Yeats!" Sola sent a message.
Hilud spat lightly, and her back quickly disappeared into the wind and snow.
Lord’s Mansion.
In the warm restaurant, a pumpkin head lies upside down on the table.
The pumpkin head is filled with crystal-moist egg custard, accompanied by shrimps, scallops and green beans, exuding heat and fragrance.
Hilud walked into the restaurant and saw the pumpkin head, and said in shock:
"Isn't this the head of the Headless Horseman?"
Yeats said: "To be precise, this is the head of the Pumpkin Demon, just for Kelya's temporary use."
"And now, I've put a new helmet on Kelya! "
As he spoke, Yeats summoned the headless horseman, looked sideways at the Gothic helmet on Kelya's neck, and said proudly:
"In this way, her It will be difficult for your head to fall off again”
Kelya nodded.
Gululu——
The three of them were silent.
The most fearful thing is that the air suddenly becomes quiet.
Kelya picked up the Gothic helmet, placed it on her head, and said calmly:
"I'm still a little uncomfortable, but overall I feel good."
Yeats cleared his throat and said:
"In short, as you can see, the pumpkin head cannot be wasted, so I made it It has become a pumpkin cup! ""Wisp Pumpkin Demon Pumpkin Cup: Three Stars, a pumpkin cup made from the pumpkin demon's head. Every time you scoop out a spoonful of the ingredients in the pumpkin cup, a cluster of green fire will appear from the pumpkin's eye sockets. "
"After consumption, the illusion release effect is permanently enhanced (small) and the fire element affinity is increased for a short time (medium)"
Gray sat at the dining table, holding her cheek, and sighed:
"You have been thinking about the pumpkin demon's head for a long time, right?"
"Just say whether you want to eat it or not. Right." Yeats glared.
“I’ll eat it!” Gray said.
Hilud nodded with interest:
"It looks like an interesting dish, let me try it."
Yeats handed the spoon and bowl to Herod and asked her to scoop out the pumpkin. When her spoon touched At the moment when the pumpkin appeared, a bunch of will-o'-the-wisps suddenly appeared in the pumpkin's eye sockets, and the whole pumpkin head trembled slightly like a giggle.
This surprising scene made Hilud’s eyes light up.
She scooped up a spoonful of egg custard mixed with shrimps, put it into her mouth, and immediately let out a sigh:
"It has the sweetness of pumpkin, and the deliciousness of eggs and shrimps. It is very delicious. .”
Gray's throat rolled, he filled a small bowl of pumpkin, closed his eyes and took a sip.
"Uh...huh?"
Gray blinked.
“This smell, it feels like the river shrimp is dancing with the pumpkin monster!”
“That scene will give people nightmares...”
Yeats complained, and then helped the familiar crow on the shoulder of the headless horseman Kelya fill a pumpkin cup.
The crow flapped its wings, flew to the table, lowered its head and pecked at the pumpkin cup, with a glimmer of light in its red eyes.
“Quack—quack—!”
The unpleasant cry echoed in the restaurant.
Yeats covered his ears and only listened to Kelya's telepathic voice, which sounded calmly.
"My familiar sings when he is happy, please don't be offended...although it sings really unpleasantly."
Yeats: "..."
I also tasted it myself I tasted the pumpkin cup and it tasted sweet. The key was that my fire affinity temporarily increased this effect, which was very useful for me.
Yeats lacked fire spells, but his magic talent was worrying, so he wanted to use the benefits of food to try to understand fire spells.
When he came to the courtyard, white snow was falling in the vast night. Yeats asked his servants to build an open-air bonfire, and then stared at the bonfire, trying to feel the active fire element.
The bard's spells are always dazzling.
Yeats tried to use the bard's spell as a framework, adding the element of fire, and combining it with the benefits provided by pumpkin dishes, enlightenment gradually emerged in his heart.
Yeats used "Edon's Musical Instrument Brooch" as a magical weapon. After many failed attempts at the bonfire, he suddenly saw the bonfire extinguished, and then a brilliant beam of light rose from it and rushed towards the snowy night. .
"You have learned a new spell, Pyrotechnics!"
"Pyrotechnics: a second-level spell. Turn a ball of fire into fireworks or thick smoke. This spell uses a fire source. The fire source will be extinguished immediately, and if it is a large fire source, part of it will be extinguished. The fireworks will form colorful lights, and the thick smoke will have a blocking effect."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The beams of light bloomed into fireworks in the snowy night sky, reflecting Yeats's looking up cheeks.
The sound of metal boots tapping on the snow came from behind. Yeats turned around and saw the red-haired beauty looking up at the fireworks in the night, her eyes dazed.
Colorful fireworks illuminated her profile, and her eyes were filled with confusion and hazy glow.
Yeats said: "It's too cold, go back."
In the cold silence of the snowy night, Yeats saw Hilde silent for a long time.
Looking back, I saw her standing in the snow, with a hint of regret in her voice:
“What a beautiful spell, but it’s too short-lived.”
“Waiting for Morning Frost Ridge After surviving the cold wave, I will hold a fireworks event in the territory, and the whole town will participate, and it will not be short-lived." Yeats smiled.
Hilud was startled, looking at the cold and long night, as if he saw a cluster of flames burning at the end of the wilderness, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"I will fight for this."
(End of Chapter)