The Western Earl of Kirislav, the commander-in-chief of the Frostwolf Forest development, Larzan Cattrall, did not expect that on a day that was supposed to launch a sweep and gain victory and slaves, his magister and knights would be killed by a wolf. Frozen into ice cubes and sent back.
The count felt the cooling around him, and guessed that the big white wolf in front of him was already a high-level monster, or even the messenger of the god.
In order to cover up the trembling of his body, the count unconsciously stroked his gray beard with his right hand. His icy face pondered for a while before he said: "You have arrived in Kirislav territory now. I am Kirislav." A border count appointed by King Rislav and recognized by His Majesty the God-Emperor!”
"Great, I am the co-owner of the wolves in the Frostwolf Forest, the leader of the wolf clan. You are worthy to talk to me." Tuotapala raised the wolf's head, followed by dozens of frost wolves, wind wolves, Level 0 white wolves appear. As long as these wolves adapted to ice and snow start taking action, Kirislav will have to change his count tomorrow.
"Let my people go," Frost Wolf said in a gentle yet oppressive tone, accompanied by gusts of cold wind.
The attendants behind the Earl were basically frozen. Only a few senior professionals and above were still waiting for his orders. At the edge of the camp, the Sixth Prince's white-robed subordinates were hardly affected, and the sleeves of several of them were already exposed. Cold light short blade, ready to fight monsters at any time.
"Don't even think about it. Opening up the border is the right given to me by the God Emperor!" Although the Count was mentally prepared, he still shouted unwillingly. .
"Father, let them go!" Behind the count, a tent opened, and a young man wearing a mage's robe came out. That was his youngest son, senior mage Sawyer Cattrall.
At such a low temperature, even the high-ranking count was frozen to the bone. However, Sawyer came over as normal, and his state even made the Frostwolf tremble.
Tutapara pointed her fangs at the mage, fearing that the count's new force could see through her weakness, but her bluff had no effect, and the wind, snow and magic seemed to have no meaning to Sawyer.
When Sawyer walked up to Frost Wolf, he discovered that there was a green holy symbol on his chest. The holy symbol also appeared on the cage not far away, as well as in the Temple of the God of Life in White Wolf City. .
"You are injured. I can treat the wound, but I can't remove the frostbite magic of the Ice Mage." Sawyer stood between the count and the Frost Wolf, and whispered to the Frost Wolf: "I will let them go in a while. If you can see Imola in the future, please take me to say hello to her."
As a dim ball of light slowly flowed from the mage's hand to the wound on his waist, Tutapala felt huge magic power rush into his body, but it was quickly suppressed by the frost effect.
"Soyer, there's no need for this. These wolves don't dare to do anything to me. Our army will come over soon for reinforcements, and mentors Sornov and Katatova will be here soon!" the count looked at him. The youngest son walked towards the cage and released all the orcs, barbarians and wolves, roaring unwillingly.
"Father, this kind of war is meaningless. We can't destroy the forest, and we can't build a city in the forest. The barbarians in the forest are neighbors we can't move away." Sawyer let go and walked over to talk to the count. explain.
"It must be that...and that Imola who led you astray." The earl muttered. When his youngest son was still 10 years old, he was kidnapped by someone in the bathroom at home.
The existence was so powerful that the high-level professional could not even enter the castle, and the magic mirror at home was completely malfunctioning. When everyone was helpless, only one half-orc slave was willing to risk his life for Sawyer and rushed into the bathroom.
After that time, the earl's youngest son had the highest magical attainments in the kingdom, but his temperament became more and more gentle, and he didn't look like the heir of a pioneering nobleman at all. And the little slave named Imola regained his freedom because of his extraordinary courage and became the most powerful life priest in the forest.
As more and more orc priests appeared in the forest, there were more magic plants and magic potions, and the number of frost wolves, which were originally uncommon mid-level magic beasts, also increased.
Watching his youngest son open the cages one after another, the earl's mind went back to that afternoon a few years ago, when wolves, wizards, and orcs, it seemed that the gods just took care of a few children at will, which was enough to make the entire kingdom prosperous for decades. The development plan was completely shelved.
The prisoners who walked out of the prison knelt down and worshiped in front of Tottapala. At this moment, they were facing the co-owner of the forest.
With howls of wolves, the frost wolves and wind wolves present began to lead the orcs and wolf barbarians to the west. Their leader asked the tribes in the entire forest to return to White Wolf City to regroup.
The confrontation continued. In order to give time to the last subordinate to leave, the Frostwolf Totapala faced off with the count for nearly an hour. He did not turn back until the temperature rose again, and finally ran westward before the count could react.
Seeing the Frost Wolf leave, the earl and the sixth prince breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the two magisters Larzan mentioned had gone drinking in the evening, and there was really no guarantee when they would be back.
"Larzan, hurry up..." Magister Belikov was finally able to speak, "She has a magic goblin on her hand, so she can freeze us. You are the Golden Knight. Maybe you can call more people. I can keep her!"
"Magic Fairy? I said she looks like a high-level World of Warcraft. Did she use the power of the Magic Network?" The Earl finally realized that it was not a high-level Warcraft. He quickly called the guards around him, "We can't let this beast You’re too arrogant, hurry up and bring in reinforcements, bring in Sornov and Katatova, I don’t believe it, this wolf can deal with three high-ranking people!”
Belikov's voice reached the sixth prince. The woman in white robe behind him raised her eyebrows and whispered beside the prince, "This is a good opportunity. Magic fairies and intermediate monsters are all you need."
After that, several people hid in the darkness.
The Earl's hunters and the Sixth Prince's subordinates were chasing closely behind him. Tutapara could have used magic to go south along the river, but he was worried about a large number of slow-moving tribesmen and could only endure the pain in the forest. travel through.
"They are all my tribesmen, my subordinates. I am their chief wolf and I must protect them." Tuotapala limped and ran, mumbling constantly.
A bright fireball streaked across the sky, and the faint light illuminated the ground, but it failed to attract the attention of both the pursuing and fleeing parties.
Frost Wolf's body became stiffer and stiffer, the sounds in his mouth became softer and quieter, and his vision even became blurry.
"Why is this forest so big?" While he was complaining, the Frost Wolf bumped into a red and black object. "It's so tall and soft, how can it be a black-scaled horse?" Tuotapala said. Before closing my eyes, I thought for the last time: Why does this horse that suddenly appeared look so much like my roommate?
