"This is it."
Amelia took Erica to a relatively spacious wooden house and handed her the key.
"Keep it safe, there is only one, and matching the key is very troublesome."
Erica took the key and said, "Thank you."
Amelia waved her hand and turned to leave.
After opening the door, Erica entered a very cozy house.
The furniture in the room is very simple, with only two chairs, a long table, and a bed.
A red fire burned in the fireplace.
Several animal skins were hung on the wall, making people feel sleepy under the dim light.
Erica is naturally no exception.
But she hadn't forgotten to take a hot bath.
After about half an hour, Erica left the bathroom.
The clothes on his body were dried by magic, and there were only a few drops of water on his long blond hair.
Feeling the onset of sleepiness, she collapsed on the chair covered with animal skins.
Looking at the burning fireplace, there seemed to be a red fire flowing in his eyes.
The room was warm, but Erica felt a little sad.
In a daze, Erica fell into memories.
She thought about the long journey over the past few days and the snowy northern Xinjiang.
I don’t know how my family is doing now.
Memories flashed slightly in my mind.
She thought of Professor Victor.
He remembered the terrifying scene that day when Professor Victor attacked him with all his strength.
Everything is burned, and the sky is colorless.
She curled up unconsciously.
That horrible sense of oppression would always make her tremble every time she thought about it.
Victor still had a great influence on her, so great that she didn't know what direction to work towards.
It seemed like no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't catch up with him. The gap felt like a chasm.
As she gradually recalled, fatigue finally covered Erica's body with sleepiness.
She should obviously sleep on the bed...
But the temperature of the stove is very warm, so it doesn't matter if I just lie here and sleep.
Suddenly, the wind outside the window was blowing a lot.
It seemed like something was stuck to the window, making a sound like it was sticking to the window.
Erica felt a little strange. The voice brought her back to reality, and she looked at the window unconsciously.
It was a piece of paper, but it couldn't be seen clearly in the dim firelight.
Magic light bulbs were not widely available in Northern Xinjiang, so she could only stand up and walk forward.
He constructed a flame magic in his hand, which lit up slightly and shone on the window.
This time, she saw clearly.
It was a wanted poster.
The portrait on the wanted poster felt very familiar to her.
She couldn't believe it, that was the person she had in mind.
Maybe they just look too similar.
Professor Victor, how could he appear in the North?
Even if he appears here, why is he wanted for a crime?
This doesn't make sense.
But the more Erica thought about it, the more panicked she felt.
Finally, she glanced down and her eyes widened.
Her lips moved slightly, and she softly read the name written on it.
"Victor Cravener."
…
Time flies by quickly, counting the days, Erica has been here for three days.
She gradually adapted to life here.
On the snowfield, training started early.
Dozens of magicians around him were also performing the same exercises.
Not only were they here to protect Erica, they were also sent for special training by Duke Levi.
Mountain climbing, cross-country with heavy loads in the snow...
All kinds of physical training were rushed towards Erica.
At first, Erica was not used to such high-intensity training.
But after only three short days, she has become more and more proficient now.
Vladimir folded his arms and stood aside to supervise.
From time to time, he would nod his head as if satisfied.
"General."
Hearing Dick's voice, Vladimir turned around.
"Those bastards showed up at the border again?"
The bastards he was talking about were naturally those disgusting barbarians.
However, Dick just scratched his head and said.
"Contrary to what you think, General, the barbarians have not shown their heads for a long time in these days."
"Inexplicably, they started to behave themselves."
Vladimir was a little confused. He glanced at Dick, and the two of them hurried towards the Sorcerer's inn.
The action was so secretive that no one else noticed the two leaving.
"what happened?"
Vladimir got on his horse and asked:
After fighting with the barbarians for so many years, the old man also understands that these barbarians cannot be idle.
Among this group of barbarians, there are naturally some very powerful opponents.
They have a special profession, the kind that seem to be born to be militants, and are called berserkers by people in the north.
Unlike ordinary warriors, those berserker warriors never seem to be afraid of pain. They appear to be very crazy and irrational when fighting. They are also very sensitive to blood. Blood is like a source of power for them.
Encountering that level of barbarian warriors, even Vladimir felt a little headache.
This is also the reason why the barbarians have been arrogant in this northern territory for so long, but the Pale Sorcerers still haven't beaten them out.
Even if they want to fight out and push back the living space of these barbarians by a hundred miles, they have to see if they magicians have the ability to compete head-on with the berserkers.
Mages have better melee combat capabilities than ordinary mages, but they are not as strong as knights.
And those northern knights?
Oh, their hearts are not at the same level as the Pale Magicians.
The severe cold in the north is the most suitable space for these berserker warriors.
Vladimir was thinking on horseback, facing the wind and snow, but his mind was full of doubts.
Could it be that these barbarians are planning to gather together and take advantage of the chaos of the northern knights to cause a big wave?
Dick, however, quickly countered his idea.
"The news came from spies who went deep into the north. Almost all the barbarian tribes nearly a hundred miles away from the border were burned down."
"Whether it's the [Flame Sword] or the [Ice Claw], the branches of these two tribes stationed at the border have basically been dismantled."
The Claw of Perfect Ice is one of the two major clans that is as famous as the Flame Sword.
There are countless small tribes in the Far North, but only the Flame Sword and the Ice Claw have formed a huge circle of influence.
Like the Flame Sword, the Ice Claw also believes in a demigod giant.
They also gained divine power from the demigod giant, which made them not afraid of severe cold and gained the power of frost.
However, these two powerful clans suffered heavy casualties almost overnight.
"Everywhere I went, no one survived, and I could only see countless burnt corpses."
As Dick said this, he was shocked for a long time as he thought about it.
Even those barbarians who were distributed, because they had to be stationed near the border, the ones selected were definitely warriors among the barbarians.
In terms of overall strength, they are definitely not weak.
These barbarians even have means of communicating with each other, which makes it impossible for the Pale Sorcerers to deal with the barbarians stationed on the border.
Once they go to crusade, if they don't quickly swallow up these barbarians.
Then, soon, the surrounding tribes will immediately come to support.
It can be found in the news report obtained from the spies.
These tribes were wiped out one after another.
They didn't even have time to contact the surrounding tribes, as if in an instant.
It was as if the barbarians didn't even have time to resist. There were still fierce burning flames on their distinctive buildings.
To this day, it is still burning.
The violent wind and snow could not extinguish it at all.
Those poor barbarians seemed to have no time to communicate as they were wiped out by natural disasters.
Dick had never seen such terrifying destructive power, let alone, he had only heard about it from the spies.
Vladimir thought thoughtfully.
Was it really caused by a natural disaster?
Maybe not.
He asked Dick beside him as if he had thought of something.
"Have those knights found Victor?"
Dick shook his head.
"There has been no news from them. It seems that Victor has left the North."
Suddenly, he seemed to come to his senses.
"You mean..."
Vladimir patted Dick on the shoulder and took out a cigar from his arms.
Then he took out two pieces of flint from his pocket, collided with each other, and a small spark suddenly appeared.
Just in time to light the cigar, the red stars flickered with Vladimir's breathing.
The lit cigar was turned around in the old man's hand a few times and then placed in his mouth again.
"Tell the boys below to get ready."
"what to prepare?"
Before Dick could react, he heard Vladimir continue:
"Get ready to fight out those barbarians."
In an instant, his words seemed to be full of domineering and unquestionable.
It was as if an ice lion suddenly opened its eyes, making people feel extremely fearful and majestic.
In a daze, Dick seemed to see the Northern Territory general who was galloping on the battlefield in his youth.
"besides,"
Vladimir took a long puff of cigar, and Dick felt suffocated by the feeling that passed through his lungs.
After taking a sip, he blew out the smoke ring and laughed loudly.
"We have to get this kid back."
…
Victor walked out coldly from an animal skin village.
He held a ball of flame in his hand. The moment Victor left, the flame seemed to have consciousness and jumped onto the stockade.
boom!
There was a loud noise, and the village behind him was engulfed in a sea of flames.
The flames continued to burn and seemed to engulf the entire village.
The giant lava hand behind Victor was holding a basket made of wood and rattan.
There seemed to be seven or eight barbarians inside, red-haired and blue-haired, men and women, of all kinds.
But without exception, the clothes on their bodies were completely scorched, but there were no traces of burns on their bodies.
The limbs seemed to have been broken and thrown into the basket in an extremely uncoordinated posture. The skin seemed to have been rubbed over and over again with sharp objects, leaving the flesh and blood blurred.
Even the barbarians would probably vomit a lot when they saw the scene in front of them.
With a cold expression on his face, Victor continued carrying the basket towards the depths of the North.
Vega yawned against Victor's shoulder.
"How long until we get there?"
"Soon."
After saying this, Victor continued walking towards the north.
At first, Vega was still curious.
Although he couldn't use teleportation magic, why didn't Victor use magic to fly or accelerate to get to his location quickly?
Based on the experiences of the past few days, Weijia finally understood what he was doing.
He just walked slowly in the snowfield, like an ascetic going through a long walk.
However, whenever he enters any barbarian tribe, he will only take one action.
That is.
Destroy!
Wherever he went, the angry screams of the barbarians would be heard throughout the snowy plains.
From pleading to constant anger, they died with aggrieved emotions.
But Victor didn't care about the emotions of these barbarians at all.
Even if he killed more of them, Victor would not blink an eye.
Victor's reputation seems to have spread throughout the snowfield.
A murderous god is killing people in the far north.
So much so that when Victor passed through many villages, there was no one among those tribes.
Some tribes moved to other places without even taking away the food they relied on for survival.
The barbarian village that Victor just left was the first tribe he encountered today that still had barbarians.
Perhaps it was because Victor intercepted them in advance before they received the news.
All in all, the barbarians have consciously been wary of the rumored existence of humans.
Even when eating raw meat, you have to hold a weapon.
Victor silently continued to move forward in the heavy snow.
This fierce wind and snow seemed to swallow up this weak person like Victor.
As he continued to move forward, the wind and snow gradually began to dance wildly, making it difficult to tell the direction.
I don’t know how long it took, and I don’t know which hill I reached.
Victor's pace slowed down a bit.
A ray of skylight suddenly passed through the wind and snow and appeared in his eyes.
The wind and snow ahead became sparse, as if it was divided into two worlds.
Victor walked to a cliff.
"arrive."
He stood there, looking at the extremely empty land in front of him, and said lightly.
Ahead, there is an endless turbulent ocean of ice, extremely ethereal.
The azure ocean and ice-blue mountains blend together, making people feel peaceful and peaceful.
Fine ice crystals are scattered on the snowfield, which looks extremely mysterious under the green aurora.
The light is reflected by the crystals together, forming a gorgeous picture.
"This is the Arctic Icefield."
