Chapter 318: Shocking the Northern Territory, Stopping Children’s Crying
“I have to return to Your Highness first and take good care of her.”
Kelin no longer wants to be a light bulb and is preparing to leave and summons Said:
"When you meet His Highness, please conceal the matter of my escort. I am very grateful."
Yeats and Herod hugged each other and shared a tender moment.
After hearing Colin's summons, Yeats replied:
"I understand your majesty's good intentions, don't worry."
Colin nodded gently, followed by his combat skills and sword light, The figure turned into a sword light and disappeared into the gray sky.
"There should be a lot of good things in that snake witch's body, you can search them."
As soon as Hilud finished speaking, the snow owl was already holding one with the aura of space in its mouth. The ring flew back to Yeats.
Yeats rubbed the snowy owl's head, sighing secretly that the magic pet came with its own pick-up, which saves trouble and trouble. He immediately injected a bit of magic power into the bronze ring and checked the captured trophies.
There is a large area in the storage ring that is empty. It seems that it is because the snake witch Karon just threw these materials into the magic circle when he was arranging the shedding ceremony.
And he is a sixth-ring wizard after all, and there are still many good things in the remaining inventory.
A snake venom staff of rare quality, a one-time scroll of the six-ring spell 'Tornado Barrier', large and small rubies, opals, and black onyx worth nearly 10,000 gold coins, and a five-ring magic potion [Emperor] Snake potion], a bunch of magic circle materials such as snake bone wood, blood thorns, a turtle shell of the emperor-level magical beast 'Oasis Tidecaller Turtle', and an ancient coin that seemed familiar.
“What a bumper harvest!” Yeats couldn’t help but smile and counted them one by one.
The snake venom staff is particularly useful for poison-specialized mages. If you don't need it yourself, you can exchange it for a rare-quality staff at the Mages Guild.
Throw the scroll of 'Tornado Barrier' to the Snow Owl and let it figure it out on its own, trying to learn the first six-ring spell as soon as possible.
[Emperor Snake Potion] is what the assassin needs to advance to the fifth ring. One of the potions is a relatively rare potion that is used in exchange for the five-ring warrior potion, which is enough for Ax to complete his promotion.
As for the shell of the 'Oasis Tidecaller Turtle', Yeats speculated that it was originally used by the snake witch Caron for divination.
“I happen to need a turtle shell of an emperor-level monster, so that I can sacrifice it to Medis on the Holy Festival in March, so that he can help me restore the lyre to legendary quality.”
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Yeats rubbed the turtle shell and said to himself: "This one is just right!"
The last ancient coin is the same style as Mammon's coin. Yeats has not yet determined its purpose, so he put it into the space bag together.
The corpse of the snake witch was of no use, and its toxins left on the sea would only continue to cause pollution. Yeats asked Herod to use the dark flames contained in the sword in the tree to burn these corpses into of ashes.
Prepare to return.
Graem's head can be of great use, so Yeats took it with him.
Once this happens, it can put the orc tribe into panic, and they will not dare to set foot on Morning Frost Ridge for many years to come.
Secondly, it can promote Yeats's prestige and prove the ultimate winner of this battle.
"Go back to Curling Pass first, and then return to Morning Frost Ridge with me."
Yeats looked at Hilud and smiled: "We can't live without you at the celebration dinner. "
The cold wind rolled up her red cloak, and her injured eyes added a hint of heroism. Hilud's face showed gentleness, and she nodded gently:
"I have been looking forward to it for a long time."
The cold wind howled, rolling the curling stone and closing the fluttering flag.
The old knight stood at the top of the city, looking at the horizon with the slender blonde princess.
The boundless snow and the boundless sky merge into a white line at the end. From the far end of the snow-covered horizon, the figure of the knight in silver armor slowly appears.
Breaking through the wind and snow, triumphant at the same time.
Honeysuckle Duke's voice was filled with magic, like thunder, echoing above the curling passes.
"The enemy chief has been killed by me."
The voice contains undeniable courage, like a substantial will that envelopes all directions.
Repeated again:
“The enemy chief has been killed by me!”
Phokas was moved. He noticed Teresa's expression from the corner of his eye, and saw that she was staring at the returning figure, somewhat lost in thought.
Every defender at Curling Pass clearly heard the victory report sent back by the lord himself.
The arrogant orc chief, the culprit of this war, was killed at the hands of the lord!
Shocked, excited, and enthusiastic, the faces of everyone in the city showed strong emotional fluctuations.
The joy of surviving a disaster, the pride of defeating a powerful enemy, the reverence of facing a hero...
All the emotions converged into a torrent and fell into a brief silence.
Until Yeats raised the sword in his hand and completely ignited this passion.
The cheers were deafening, echoing enthusiastically like an overwhelming mountain!
“We have won!!”
“Long live the lord!!”
Warriors banged their sword blades against their shields, raised their spears above their heads, and carried the sound of their trumpets across the rolling mountains.
The honeysuckle flag stands on the city gate tower, spreading wildly with the biting wind.
Yeats looked up and met the condescending Theresa's eyes, but saw that the princess's eyes were slightly red, and there was something crystal clear in her eyes.
After a while, the corners of her mouth curled up into a smile, and her soft words were drowned in the cold wind, but they could be understood through her lips.
"Your Majesty the Duke, congratulations on your triumph."
Yeats nodded in greeting.
At this time, a sharp gaze came from beside him.
Hilud and the giant wolf Fry stared at each other with eager eyes, and the sword hanging in the tree behind them seemed to become hot.
With a gleam on his back, Yeats said calmly: "Just a friend."
"What kind of friend?" Hillud asked casually.
"True friends." Yeats said, "This kind of friend is difficult to find, but as long as there are two or three, it is enough."
Hilud thought about Yeats's words and said:
“It’s just that your two or three true friends happen to be beautiful women?”
Yeats thought for a moment and said:
“There are exceptions.”
"What exception?"
"The King of the Wild Hunt." Yeats answered calmly.
Hilud was startled, then pursed his lips and smiled, just like a fiery red rose in the cold wind.
The giant wolf Fry stared at the handsome God-chosen poet in front of him with deep eyes. It had long been looking forward to meeting Yeats. After all, Yeats was very likely to be the same as the King of the Wild Hunt. Not bound by the threads of fate.
Obviously, he has a close relationship with the King of the Wild Hunt, which makes the giant wolf Frye more certain about the speculation.
Yeats noticed the look in Giant Wolf Fry's eyes and smiled:
"Actually, I personally like to make friends...Thank you for your help, Laifu, cough...I mean, thank you and Xilu Come and save me, Frye.”
The giant wolf Frye looked arrogant and ignored Yeats. He glanced at the little squirrel standing on Yeats’s shoulder and was suddenly stunned. live.
As an ancient creature that has survived from the old era to the present day, the giant wolf Fry has a keen sense of the existence of the same old era.
In this squirrel, the giant wolf Frye noticed a trace of aura from the old era, but... what is the origin of this squirrel, so that it can survive from the old era to this day? "Are you... a descendant of the totem Ratatosk?" Giant Wolf Fry asked tentatively.
"No." Drill Tooth said, "I am Ratatosk."
Giant Wolf Fry: "..."
Giant Wolf Fry: (｀Д)! !
He is the great god in the World Tree field!
The totem [Fang Traveler], also known as Ratatosk, is an existence as ancient as [Storm Eagle] and [Evil Thought Black Dragon], living together in the World Tree that supports the nine worlds.
The little squirrel claimed to be the Fang Traveler, and the giant wolf Fry naturally refused to believe it, but he did feel that the other party had a lot of origins, and his arrogant demeanor gradually calmed down a bit.
Yeats: "..."
I still like your unruly look just now, please recover!
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The war came to an end.
Duke Honeysuckle won a great victory at Curling Pass, defeating tens of thousands of orc expeditionary troops, and killed the orc chief Grim.
The news quickly spread in the northern part of the Golden Lion Kingdom and on the border with the Beijun Kingdom.
When they first heard the news, both the nobles and the tribal people couldn't believe it.
Until more and more details of the war are revealed——
The Duke of Honeysuckle led the cavalry over the dangerous mountains, and the divine soldiers descended from the sky to cut off the expeditionary army's food route, defeating the morale of the orc army in one fell swoop.
In the subsequent duel, the first warrior of the tribe, Greem, was killed with his own hands!
These deeds have a lot of evidence and are extremely credible. They caused a huge sensation in the border areas of the two countries!
Thunderhoof Tribe.
In the cave, Atalia Great Totem, a huge tauren warrior, was carrying a huge totem stone pillar, looking at the frustrated Dijon Thunderhoof, and said with concern:
"Brother Dirong, aren't you back alive and well? Listen to my advice, there is no need to be so downcast!"
The centaur chief Dirong raised his head and glanced at the enthusiastic Atalia. , sighed:
"I regret that I was gullible and joined Greem's team, which caused heavy damage to the tribe. Alas!"
"I told you a long time ago, the man named Yeats's human being is the chosen one of the gods of art, and he has a lot of background."
Atalia shook his head and said: "Besides, Greem has a cruel temper and acts recklessly, and the human being caught the flaw in one fell swoop. Even my life is hanging there...it can only be said to be fate.”
"Even I lost to him in the duel..." Di Rong was still frightened, thinking of the soul contract he had signed with the human knight before, and shook his head in silence.
Atalia said in surprise: "He actually won you by fighting alone?"
Di Rong had a bitter look on his face and nodded slightly.
"This..." Atalia's eyes widened.
He understands Di Rong's strength. Under the blessing and protection of Di Rong's ancestor, it is difficult for him to defeat Di Rong in a duel.
But that Art Divine Chosen not only has the most artistic talent in the world, but also has such talent in combat, which really shocked Atalia!
Looking at Di Rong, who had been cast into the shadow by Yeats, Atalia put down the stone pillar, took out a bell and a wooden stick from his belt, and said with relief:
"Don't Don’t be discouraged, brother Di Rong, let me play a cheerful tune for you!”
Dang, Dang, Dang!
Atalia started ringing the bell.
Emperor Rong felt sad, picked up the wine barrel with both hands, and started drinking.
“Wow——”
The cry of a centaur baby rang out in the cave, followed by a woman whispering comfort.
"Stop crying... Yeats will ride on a frost wolf and snatch you away if you continue crying!"
The crying stopped immediately.
Similar scenes were staged in various tribes in the southwest of the north.
On the desolate Gobi, there is a troll camp.
After receiving the information sent back by the falcon from the front spies, Witch Doctor Wall opened it and looked at it hurriedly, his pupils shrank, and there was a look of shock on his face.
The troll Ogg strode over and called out:
"Wal, is there any news?"
Witch Doctor Wall took a deep breath to calm down the shock on his face, and said hoarsely:
"Yeats and the human defenders... guarded the curling pass... Greem and his coalition forces... …The entire army was wiped out!”
Ogg's eyes widened and he murmured in surprise:
"I thought...my friend would win, but this record is really..."
"It's really..." So dazzling.”
Witch Doctor Wall's voice was bitter, with a hint of fear and worry in it, and he said:
"Ogg, are you sure your friend is trustworthy... When we have no use value, we will not treat giants in the future. The Demon Tribe laid a deadly hand? "
Troll Ogg's eyes were profound. He was no longer the carefree hunter he was before, but had assumed the responsibility of being the King of Trolls.
However, deep in his heart, he still retains ideals and beautiful visions.
"Yeats is Ogg's friend." Ogg said firmly, "Friends, you should trust your friends!"
North County Kingdom, Royal Capital, Oslo.
Iron Anchor Palace.
The entire palace was built in the shape of a giant ship, moored on the coastline, with the bow pointing straight towards the calm harbor.
Every human who comes to Oslo for business will see the majestic Anchor Palace and be deeply shocked by the magnificence of this giant ship palace.
Iron Anchor Palace, in the garden.
King Hallage wears a straw hat and works hard in the vegetable garden.
The court mage in a purple robe walked quickly, stood outside the vegetable garden that the king cherished, and whispered:
"Your Majesty, I have something important to report."
< br>"It's you, Philus." Hallag took off his straw hat and put it on his chest, showing a kind smile like an old farmer. "If you have anything to do, just stand there and say it."
"Your Majesty , you should still remember the divinely chosen poet who was promoted in the Aurora Poetry Society, right?" Philus said.
Harrag thought for a while and said: "You are talking about the Honeysuckle Duke of Morning Frost Ridge?"
"Exactly." Philus nodded, "The Honeysuckle Duke killed the orc chief. Greem defeated tens of thousands of orc expeditionary forces at Curling Pass and shocked the border. Now his reputation is spreading throughout the southwest! "
There are four major tribes in the tribe, scattered in the southwest of the Beijun Kingdom! Within the territory, Beijun Kingdom is a force that cannot be ignored.
Hallag was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly became serious, he put down the hoe in his hand and said:
"Is there a battle report? Bring it to me for review!"
After a while.
King Harragg, who had changed into a royal robe and was sitting on the throne of the palace, put down the parchment, a look of deep surprise flashed in his eyes.
Yeats was able to defeat the orc army, which far exceeded Harlag's expectations!
He originally wanted to use the orcs as the vanguard, let them invade the Golden Lion, and then send the main army to the south.
However, Yeats almost single-handedly completely disrupted Hallage's plan. If he rashly sends out troops at this time, it will inevitably cause greater losses and is not conducive to Hallage's rule. .
"What a Yeats from the Brondi family."
King Hallage said with a hint of appreciation for his talent:
"Phylers, in my name, you, Write a letter of condolences and send it to Duke Honeysuckle... If he visits the North again in the future, I will host a banquet in the Anchor Palace and entertain him personally!"
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(End of Chapter)