Chapter 313 Breaking through the blizzard, encountering the beast tide again, wild hunting footwork
Jueling Mountains, Curling Pass.
The Frostwind Witch wore a blue and white fur coat and stood on the wall of the pass. Her icy blue eyes looked into the vast wind and snow and murmured:
"I'm back here again. ...The place where the goddess of winter once sent down miracles.”
Yeats faced the wind and snow, his black cloak flapping, holding a snow-white owl on his arm, while reaching out to stroke the soft feathers of the snow owl. , while casually saying:
"How did you join the Winter Sect in the first place?"
Snow Owl's eyes narrowed into slits, his head shrank, enjoying Yeats's caress.
Looking at this lovely creature, the Frostwind Witch, who was as cold as an iceberg, her frozen expression softened a little, as memories flashed across her eyes, and she whispered softly:
"My memories of childhood , there is only a land of ice and snow, and I don’t even know who my parents are. I can only think of the blizzards that sweep through the Dragon Mountains all year round..."
"The frost old woman of the Frost Giant tribe told me that when they found me, I was crying in my swaddling clothes in the snow.”
Yeats listened.
In the North, abandoned babies are very common.
Especially for the sick and disabled babies, what awaits them is the fate of being buried in heavy snow.
The dignified high priest of the Winter Sect, who possesses the level of five rings and the control of the power of winter, is actually an abandoned baby, which surprised Yeats.
The Frostwind Witch said slowly: "Later, I was picked up by the Frost Giants and brought back to their lair. I was raised by the Frost Giants. With the help of their rituals, I successfully awakened the winter bloodline..."
Yeats said in surprise: "Don't the frost giants hate human beings so much? Are they willing to take you in?"
The ice blue eyes of the Frostwind Witch flashed slightly and said:
" That’s because before they discovered me, they got a prophecy from the altar of the Winter Goddess.”
“The old woman of frost brought me back to the stronghold according to the location revealed by the prophecy. The frost giants believe in the goddess of winter, and I followed this belief and discovered that I have a high talent for winter spells."
"As my reputation in the Dragon Mountains grows, my reputation grows. Big, the creatures in the mountains regard me as the Goddess of Winter, and the night watch knights in the Winter Mountains call me the witch..."
The Frostwind Witch stretched out her cold fingers and placed them on Snow Owl's forehead. She felt a touch of warmth and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
“Actually, it doesn’t matter whether you are a witch or a chosen one.”
The Frostwind Witch said softly:
“For me, I can feel the blood Slowly flowing, seeing the winter sunshine, and actually feeling that I am alive... I am very satisfied."
Originally, the Frostwind Witch came to investigate because Snow Leopard became the chosen god of winter. , all the way to the snow forest.
Later, at the invitation of Yeats, she was responsible for supervising the construction of the Winter Temple, and she stayed in the territory for nearly half a year.
She does almost nothing every day. She just stays on the open-air winter altar meditating and basking in the sun. If it encounters rainy weather, she will show obvious displeasure, and the whole body will be enveloped in low pressure.
Every once in a while, the Frostwind Witch would ask for fresh chili peppers from Red Riding Hood, who was in charge of agricultural production, and eat them as snacks.
Yeats suspected that the reason why she was willing to stay in the territory was closely related to the production of chili peppers in Chenshuang Ridge.
“Bathing in the sun can speed up blood flow...the same goes for chewing dry chili peppers.”
Yeats secretly thought: "Even the cold-blooded winter blood still needs the stimulation brought by chili pepper!"
Looking at the Frostwind Witch who was watching the Snow Owl silently, Yeats handed the Snow Owl to him He looked into her arms and said sternly:
"Recently, I will lead the Frostwolf Cavalry from the dangerous mountains and go around to the rear of the orc coalition. Please set out with me. If there is wind and snow on the way, Please help me point the way!"
The Frostwind Witch was stunned, and stretched out her hand in disbelief, and slowly took the Snow Owl.
As a large raptor, the Snowy Owl can be hugged in a person's arms. The Frostwind Witch hugged the Snowy Owl, showed a long-lost smile, nodded gently, and said:
"No problem, I'm willing to help."
"Gu~" The snow owl was helpless, why did it still have to rely on this bird to close the relationship?
The corners of Yeats' mouth raised, this is the beauty of this Duke... Oh no, it's a trick!
Snowy Owl: (〃-ω)
It sounds even weirder!
*
Curling Pass, top floor of the tower, command room.
The wartime meeting gathered a large number of extraordinary people in the territory.
Even Theresa put on a military uniform and sat quietly in the corner of the command room, showing an attitude of humbly learning.
A topographic map with a flag representing the orc army was hung on the wall. Phokas pointed with his hand:
"Master, according to the marching route of the coalition forces of the Storm Clan and Thunderhoof Clan, they will arrive at Curling Pass in about three days."
"Among the coalition forces, the orc infantry of the Storm Clan is the main force, and the Thunderhoof Clan The centaur troops are responsible for covering the flanks of the infantry phalanx and protecting the baggage troops in the rear. "
"On your way around to cut off food, it is inevitable that a battle will break out with the centaur cavalry. Please also ask. You must pay attention to your own safety."
Ye Zhi nodded slightly and said: "Don't worry, Emperor Rong of the Thunder Hoof tribe is not my opponent."
Emperor Thunder Hoof, I believe. The Centaur Chieftain, the God of Thunder and Storm, is also the giant and think tank of the Orc Alliance.
In terms of hard power, Emperor Rong is inferior to Greem Stormhammer, and it is difficult to win against Atalia from the totem tribe on the earth.
But Di Rong is a rare dual-professional extraordinary person.
While following the professional path of a warrior, Di Rong is also an elemental mage with magic and martial arts skills, making him a formidable opponent.
However, in Yeats's eyes, Di Rong was still not qualified... After all, Yeats was a rare three-professor in the world.
The illusion created by the trickster can cause large-scale chaos to the orc troops, and delay the return of reinforcements from the front army during a surprise attack on the baggage troops.
The Moon Hunter Knight, with his master-level archery skills and a volley of thousands of arrows covering the whole screen, no matter how swift the centaur is, he cannot dodge Yeats's arrows.
The profession of bard, combined with the lyre inherited by the God of Light, and the use of marching songs, inspirational songs, rest songs and other music spells can greatly enhance the morale and combat capabilities of the army.
The only thing to worry about.
It is the wizard behind Grim who gave him the potion.
So far, no information related to wizards has been obtained.
If that was a six-ring wizard, and he met Yeats head-on, things would get tricky.
Fortunately, Hilud and the giant wolf Frye have begun to trace the source of Greem's witchcraft power... Together, they can kill the six-ring wizard!
In Yeats's mind, he suddenly recalled what the King of the Wild Hunt said to him when they first met.
He said that just like Him, there is always a reliable woman in front of him——
“Isn’t it just a soft meal!”
Yeats was confident and thought:
"The King of the Wild Hunt can eat soft rice, so I, Ye, can naturally eat it too!"
*
Relying on the Raven With the information provided, Yeats was able to accurately determine the movements of the orc army.
As the distance between the orc army and Curling Pass gets closer and closer, the solemn atmosphere seems to be shrouded in dark clouds.
Yeats used his personal actions and inspiring words to boost morale.
Every time they see Honeysuckle Duke coming to the front line, the soldiers are all inspired.
Teresa's mood changed from the excitement of entering the battlefield for the first time to worry about the future... But at the same time, like most of the pass defenders, she felt that whenever she saw Yeats standing on the The tall figure in the cold wind seemed to be filled with power.
That is the unique ability of the five-ring hero, [Will to Power].
This kind of will evolves into different auras based on different concepts.
The will of a tyrant can make people suffocate; the will of a butcher can make people fear; the will of a wise man can make people contemplate.
As for Duke Honeysuckle, a talented poet chosen by God, his will is not the melancholy of a poet, but as bright as the sun, as if giving rise to the courage to forge ahead in people's hearts.
Teresa vaguely realized the meaning of the [measurement] that her father often mentioned.
Looking at Yeats's back in awe, Teresa thought silently in her heart:
"My father promised me to come to the front line for training. Perhaps, he also wanted me to regard Duke Yeats as As a learning goal..."
According to the original plan, Yeats will lead the Frostwolf Cavalry to bypass the steep mountain road and raid the rear of the orc army; Phokas will stick to the Curling Pass, waiting for Yeats to report success from the rear, and then lead his army to fight out with him. Convergence.
When we set out for battle, we arrived quietly.
At night, the cold wind is like a knife, and the frost stars hang high.
Under the cover of night, more than 800 Frostwolf cavalrymen melted into the dark night. The Frostwolf cavalry had stern eyes and the soldiers had bright eyes. They lined up neatly, waiting for the order to go out from the Duke of Honeysuckle.
At the front of the queue, next to a snow leopard with frost flames surging on its body, stood a tall young duke.
He held the reins in his hand and said goodbye to Phokas briefly, saying: "Stick here and wait for my triumphant return."
Phokas' tiger eyes flickered slightly, and the reluctance in his eyes quickly turned into determination, and he nodded. Said:
"Master, after this battle, you will definitely be powerful in the north!"
Yeats smiled and patted Phocas's shoulder armor.
Moving over and riding the snow leopard, Yeats caught a glimpse of Teresa in a snow-white cloak, riding a white horse, coming to see her off.
She seemed to want to say something, but hesitated, and finally nodded, with a strong look of trust in her beautiful eyes.
A seed called trust took root in Teresa's heart. Now she can understand why her father chose Yeats as his confidant and spared no effort to promote him.
Because Yeats could obviously sit in the rear, but he still put himself on the front line of danger and conflict.
So, if it were her, she would make the same choice as her father.
Yeats also nodded towards Teresa.
After all, he had experienced the test of a cold wave, and this was not his first time on the front line, but it was the first time for Theresa to face the harsh environment and climate of the frontier.
What is even more torturous is the depression of the battlefield. Unlike a decent social dance, this is a place of fighting for soldiers, and the atmosphere is cold and cruel.
He originally thought Theresa would not be able to bear the pressure and return to Sword Winter Castle early, but Yeats was impressed by Theresa's performance on the front line in the past few days. She handled the logistics accounts in an orderly manner. The future Queen's management abilities are already beginning to take shape.
Yeats did not exchange too many greetings and ordered:
“Lower the city gate!”
The capstan turned and the gate was raised on the ditch. Under the cover of night, Yeats took the lead, and the Frostwolf cavalry filed out, stirring up vast snow mist on the thick snow.
“How many days will it take to cross Silver Crown Peak?”
Yeats asked the Frostwind Witch beside him.
The main peak of Silver Crown Peak is one of the highest snow peaks in the Jueling Mountains. The whole journey is composed of multiple undulating snow peaks.
When the orc army invades Curling Pass, its marching route must pass through the foot of Silver Crown Peak. Yeats must take advantage of the time difference to climb over Silver Crown Peak and penetrate directly into the heart of the orc army.
Silver Crown Peak is towering and steep, inhabited by dangerous monsters, and snowstorms occur all year round. Even the commander who believes in the Black Knight, the god of strategy, cannot predict that the enemy will descend from the top of the snowy peak.
What's more, most orc tribes despise tactics.
Yeats adopted the policy of Herod, the Black Knight God’s Choice. From a tactical perspective, it was a dimensionality reduction attack on the orcs!
The Frostwind Witch is sitting on the back of a frost wolf, but unlike the knight who lowers his body to resist the wind and snow, she is sitting sideways on the wolf's back, swinging her two slender legs, from Smooth ice-blue skin and bare feet were exposed under the skirt.
Yeats suddenly felt that blue skin was not impossible. After all, he had a blue skin wife named Lani in the border area.
"If you're lucky, two days."
The Frostwind Witch took out a piece of red chili pepper from her arms, ate it raw, hissed her saliva, and said slowly:
“If you have bad luck...just leave it to fate.”
“What does bad luck mean?”
"For example, if you encounter a blizzard or a sudden beast tide."
The Frostwind Witch said: "With my grasp of the power of winter, any of the snowstorms and beast tides in the Jueling Mountains can , I can calm down... But if I encounter both at the same time, the frenzy of the frost element will increase exponentially, and I can't easily find the direction."
"Although my luck has not been very good. Okay."
Yeats said:
"But encountering a beast tide and a blizzard at the same time... shouldn't be so unlucky, right?"
*
Silver Crown Peak, the blizzard is like a white giant covering the sky, waving its ruthless hands, smashing through the glaciers and thick snow.
Boom! !
The roar of the blizzard was deafening, like the fury of the snow peaks. The frightened monsters rushed out of their lairs and tried their best to escape the blizzard.
Yeats's troops were located on the edge of the blizzard and could have marched through the blizzard. However, they were attacked by monsters and were forced to stop marching and adjust their formation.
The blizzard seemed to have a strong traction force, trying to drag Yeats and the Frostwolf Cavalry into the huge whirlpool.
"Your Majesty the Duke! We are about to be sucked into the blizzard area!" the herald shouted loudly.
"The scale of the beast tide is still rising! It cannot end before the blizzard stops!" said a sergeant.
Yeats secretly said that things always develop in the worst direction, but he quickly calmed down, his voice rumbled with the magic, and ordered:
"Go to the leeward slope in front, go down Ride on foot, form a circle, and don’t let your companions be swept away by the storm.”
Then, Yeats said to the Frostwind Witch:
"You go to calm the blizzard! I will stop the beast tide!"
The Frostwind Witch had no objection, as light as an elf in the snow-capped mountains, even in the Even in the blizzard, his body didn't sway at all.
With her bare feet, she made a series of footprints in the snow. As she walked towards the center of the blizzard, she whispered softly:
"Raging frost element, please listen to my prayer. , returning to the Kingdom of Winter God..."
Astonishment spread among the Frostwolf Cavalry, and muffled exclamations resounded.
“The snow seems to have really lightened up!”
“A miracle, this is a miracle!”
“Praise the goddess of winter, praise the Duke!”
The winds of the blizzard have weakened, but the scale of the beast tide is still increasing.
Yeats stepped on Medis' winged boots and used his amazing flying ability to move freely through the blizzard. His eyes penetrated the storm and found the source of the beast tide, a king-level ancestral spirit deer!
The Ancestral Spirit Deer is huge in size and has a pair of huge ancestral spirit horns with frost flames burning on them.
A year ago, Yeats had to stay away from the beast tide caused by the king-level thunder-toothed wolf.
And now, the king of monsters can be destroyed with just one hand!
Yeats' eyes narrowed slightly. Considering the laws of balance of nature, he consciously restrained his desire to kill and took out Pan's Flute.
A large-scale lullaby breaks through the blizzard and echoes in the wind and snow.
Yeats allowed the music spell to cover the area and avoid the Frostwolf Cavalry.
Under the influence of the lullaby, the riot of the Ancestral Spirit Deer was calmed down, and he fell headlong into the snow and fell into a deep sleep.
The deer monsters and the wolf monsters that chased the deer were also covered in lullabies, and the riot gradually subsided.
The soldiers looked up at the figure of Honeysuckle Duke high in the sky, with strong shock and awe in their eyes.
This is the unique poet chosen by God in the world!
Duke Honeysuckle’s musical spell is enough to calm the beast tide!
"It's a pity that the orc warriors have a violent mind and are difficult to be affected by lullabies."
Yeats secretly thought: "When we face the orc army, we can use the lyre to cooperate with the 'Tragedy Infection' Blessings, disrupting morale!”
On the other side.
The Frostwind Witch communicates with the furious frost elements, causing the blizzard to gradually weaken and eventually stop.
The shadows covering the sky dispersed, and it was dawn the next morning, and the morning light shone on the shining snow peaks.
The soldiers felt lucky to have survived the disaster, and looked at Yeats and the Frostwind Witch with worship like gods.
"Your Majesty Duke, what should we do with these sleeping monsters?" the herald asked.
Yeats frowned slightly and had a headache.
The troops were traveling with light armor and could not bring so many prey with them.
But if these monsters are left here, it is very likely that they will be discovered by the orcs' reconnaissance team, which will affect this operation.
At this time, the Frostwind Witch said that she could communicate with the beasts in the snowy mountains and make them return to their original places.
Yeats was surprised and asked: "Do you have any special abilities in the snowy mountains?"
"You don't need to eat or drink, just eat the wind and drink the dew."
The Frostwind Witch took out a piece of chili pepper, chewed it, and said calmly:
“But it’s not a bad idea to have more seasonings.”
Yeats: “…”
You still have Addicted to chili!
At this time, changes occurred again.
The sky above the snowy peak, which had cleared up, was once again covered by heavy black clouds.
The strong wind swept along with the thunder, and in the billowing black mist, there was the thunderous sound of horse hooves!
Yeats was expressionless.
Old acquaintance!
A wild hunting knight holding a military flag, covered in black armor, led several other knights and hounds composed of black mist, galloping back and forth on the snowy field.
The magical beast shrouded in black mist suddenly disappeared, as if it had been swallowed by the black mist.
The Wild Hunt appears frequently in the winter in the North.
This is not the first time that they have kidnapped their prey.
Considering that the Knights of the Wild Hunt could play a role in dealing with the aftermath this time, Yeats did not care about them.
As soon as he thought about it, Yeats took out the manuscript he got from Perron from the space bag.
"That guy holding the flag, stop!" Yeats shouted.
The eerie Wild Hunt cavalry stopped its horses, a cold light shot out from the gap in its helmet, and looked back at Yeats, as if expressing doubt.
Yeats sneered: "It's you, don't think I don't remember, you were the one who cut me off here last year!"
Knight of the Wild Hunt: "..."
Yeats stepped forward, pulled out the manuscript of the second volume of "The Travels of the Emperor of Lorraine", placed it on the horse of the Wild Hunt Knight, and said:
"Go back and tell your King of the Wild Hunt that if you want to read the next volume, give him something good in exchange!"
The Knight of the Wild Hunt looked deeply at Yeats, held the manuscript tightly, and immediately raised it high banner.
Huh——
The black fog disappeared and the sky cleared.
The Wild Hunts were nowhere to be seen.
Yeats waited patiently for a moment.
Suddenly, a familiar divinity came from the divine realm and fell into his soul realm.
The divinity of the Wild Hunt within the body has grown stronger again!
【You have learned new combat skills! 】
[Combat Skill·Wild Hunting Footwork: Following the black mist, the figure instantly disappears on the spot and leaves a slash, and the body moves back and distances itself. 】
Yeats: "..."
It can be seen that the adoptive father really wants to read the next volume!
(End of this chapter)