The pursuers gradually approached, and the white wolf in the distance had stopped. However, it seemed to be leaning on a ball of flame, making people a little confused about the situation.
"That wolf is dying, hurry up..." Before the captain of the hunting team, an intermediate knight, could finish his words, he was directly knocked away by a ball of fire. Then the ball of fire knocked away the members of the Earl's hunting team one by one. repel.
In the magic net, three women in white robes were quickly approaching the frost wolf, but in an instant, a huge force came and they were squeezed out of the magic net and fell into the fallen leaves.
"This is the end of today's pursuit." A clear voice came into everyone's ears. The hunters saw a man standing out from behind the flames, holding the wolf's head with both hands, and an ice element on his shoulder. Goblins were flying around him, "It's quite late now, everyone should go back."
The man waved his hand, and the fireball stood up, finally taking on the appearance of a black-scaled horse. With a neigh, a wall of fire ignited in the open space between the hunter and the white wolf.
This wall of fire avoids trees all the way. Its length is incalculable, less than one meter wide, but its height exceeds most of the tree crowns. Even the earl who is several kilometers away can see the fiery red scene in the forest.
"This is a forest, are you setting fire here?" The hunting captain was a little scared. After all, there are gods in the forest. Hunting for unbelieving orcs and barbarians in the forest is completely different from directly burning the forest.
The man didn't say anything. He pulled out the long sword from his waist and swung it. The entire wall of fire turned into a wall of ice in an instant.
"Before this ice wall melts, please don't come here. You are not welcome in this forest." Everyone could only watch the Frost Wolf being carried by the man onto the black-scaled horse and turned around to leave.
"Such magic? Demigod or legend?" the hunting captain whispered, not daring to guess casually.
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When Tutapala was awakened by the scent of monster meat, she found that she was actually in the temple of White Wolf City, surrounded by the wolf priest Waldi and his granddaughter Wolfie who had just been promoted to a priest apprentice. The sky outside was gradually getting brighter, and Frostwolf knew that this was Lant's move.
"Get up when you wake up. You've been leaning on me all night. Aren't you a frost wolf? Why are you so afraid of the cold?"
Only then did Frost Wolf realize that his four paws had been holding the fire, the black and red magic patterns were as warm as a stove, and the huge horse face looked at him with disgust.
"Uu~uu" Tutapala moaned. She had just experienced a big battle and didn't want to speak to anyone.
"Master Frostwolf, are you awake? Let's eat quickly." Wolfie brought over the freshly roasted intermediate monster meat. "When I first brought you back, you had severe frostbite. Fortunately, I healed you."
At the entrance of the hall, Lant was asking the senior knight Kenan Doyles who was transferred urgently about the situation of accepting immigrants. The ice wall was only effective for one day. As soon as the frost wolf was brought into the temple, Lant changed it. Black Rabbit led the knights into the forest and took the prisoners who had just escaped to White Wolf City.
"One after another, hundreds of people have been found, but their health is very problematic, and they still need some food here," Kenan Doyles reported. "The wolves and orcs in the city have heard about it. After that, a lot of carriages and animals came to support us, and the Wind Wolf Knights also arrived in the morning, and they are more familiar with the big forest."
After listening to the report, Rant was relieved: "I know, I'm not sure that Kirislav's magister won't take action. How about that camp?"
“No movement”
At this time, Lant also noticed that Tuttapala had woken up and was leaning against Lihuo and eating monster meat.
"Hey, you're finally awake," Rant rubbed his hands and ran over to hug the wolf's head. "You were just on the verge of declaring war with Kirislav! Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing first? Is it because you think I won’t let you do it after you say it, or because you don’t mention my name, Kirislav thinks you have nothing to do with me.”
"Wu~wu" The giant wolf's eyes were blurred by tears, leaning on Lant, and kept whispering in his mouth.
"That's very well said. You all have the same problem. You never speak before you start working. The big goblin suddenly got promoted at night, and his subordinates suddenly started destroying the magic furnace at night. Even the Warcraft Wolf can directly challenge the Count of Kirislav. "Ben Call came from a distance with a look of disdain on his face, "Sir Lant, who did your family learn these from?"
Lant naturally knew that Ben Call was referring to this. After all, he should have been sleeping comfortably in the imperial capital, but he stayed up all night because of his wolf. Is it a diplomatic issue?"
"That goes without saying. The first time you worked hard to get a demigod, and the second time you directly faced the ancient god, do you think you take the diplomatic issue seriously?"
"So I'm not educating the child. She's still young and can't be as stupid as me." Lant said, stroking the wolf's head hard again and again.
"Age, size, level, I don't know which one you mean by small." The legendary mage's eyes rolled to the sky. If he wasn't afraid that Kirislav's national pillar would come directly to kill him, he wouldn't hesitate to stay here.
"Of course it means she just learned to speak!"
Yu Ling, who was standing next to her, saw that the two teasers were about to get ready, so she whispered: "Sir, Sister Hongque said that there is another urgent communication that needs to be handled by you personally."
"I know, I'll be there right away." Lant thought it was Count Larzan and hurried to the communications room.
In the communication room of the castle on the top of White Wolf City, the little cardinal in the magic mirror looked worried.
"My lord, Count Larzan Cattrall of Kirislav asked to speak to you directly. He seems a little unhappy."
"That's right, I was kicked by a wolf just now, so I must be unhappy." When he thought of this, Lant had to hold back his smile.
The magic mirror then showed a picture of Count Larzan. He was dressed in military uniform and his chest was decorated with various medals and magic accessories. He looked as if he had just been crowned.
"Count Lant, just yesterday a talking frost wolf appeared on our western border. She attacked my knights and magisters, and even ran into my camp and kidnapped a large number of prisoners and slaves. Sir, don't you? Do you happen to know about this?" Larzan had a sullen face and expressed his anger word by word, as if he was going to declare war next.
"Count Larzan" Lant couldn't help but said with a smile, "I heard that the sixth prince of your country is going to the camp west of the Frostwolf Forest as a border baron?"
"Lord Lant, please answer my question, was that wolf raised by you last night?" The fat on Larzan's face was trembling, and he roared loudly, "That beast actually despised Kirislav Earl of the Border!"
"Is there such a thing?" Lant stopped smiling, "Then your brave subordinates, the knights of the Crown Kingdom, and the talented family magicians must have beaten the frost wolf into a lump of ice. Bar?"
Lant's word "ice lump" made the Earl shudder instinctively, "That wolf is your fault!"
(End of chapter)
