The Shadow of the Crown of Snow [Western Fantasy]

"Hello—" After hesitating, Hecate still shouted to the soldiers beside the military tent, "Hello!"

The soldiers sitting by the fire looked here one after another, but she didn't know what to say next, so she just lowered her head and ran towards the camp in embarrassment.

In the eyes of the scouts of the Wind Blade Legion, this scene is enough to make them terrified.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?" One of them hurriedly wanted to get up to greet him, but was stopped by the general who happened to be standing aside.

"No, look carefully." The general still lowered his head and tended to the bonfire and the hot soup on the fire, "It's another one coming."

The attitude of the Nord soldiers towards Hecate is actually very unified.They all appreciate and respect Hecate from the bottom of their hearts, and cherish Hecate's sacrifice—whether the sacrifice is resourceful or forced—for the years of peace for the entire Nord Kingdom.

But this gratitude and respect is based on the fact that the name "Hecate" is just a symbol and an image. When they really saw this princess who grew up in an enemy country, they didn't know how to face it, so they had to bite the bullet Pretend the proton swap never happened and Hecate was just a regular royal.

Instead, they chose the attitude that most reassured Hecate.

"This is the Wind Blade Legion?"

Hecate's Nagrand accent stunned the general who came forward to greet her, but he quickly smiled clearly, nodded in affirmation, and turned back to report to Wendy, the head of the Windblade Legion, in the military tent.

Captain Wendy looks a bit like Selene.But probably only Hecate thinks so. She has been in contact with Nagrand people since she was a child. In her opinion, many people in the Northland look similar, with blue eyes, golden hair and pale skin. too much difference.

She didn't realize that she also had such a standard northern appearance.And if one were to compare with Selene, there is no living person more like her.

"Welcome to the Windblade Legion, Your Highness Hecate." Wendy tried her best to cheer up, but she could still see the exhaustion on her face, "Can you adapt to the weather here?"

"It's better than Frostfall," Hecate muttered. "It's okay."

The military tent was set up directly on the snow, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of fur blankets, which made it feel light to walk on. Hecate followed Wendy and sat down at the low table, picked up the mead that had been poured on the table .

"Please feel free." Wendy pulled a topographic map from the other end of the table and unfolded it on the table, "The advance cavalry team is very close to us. There were many small conflicts in the past few days, but these two days have suddenly calmed down a lot. Not even a single scout was sent over."

Hecate did not have the actual command authority of the Windblade Legion, let alone the ability to command, but Wendy still truthfully reported the current situation to her.She was probably the one with the most natural attitude towards Hecate in the entire legion, which made Hecate willing to obey her orders and provide her with assistance within his ability.

She lowered her head and tapped the sound transmission conch on her waist: "Selene?"

"I see." Hearing the voice of the monarch from the conch, several soldiers in the tent subconsciously stood up straight, only to realize that the queen was not here in person, "I don't know who the commander of the advance cavalry is now. -"

"Burke." Hecate said, "The commander of the Nagrand Royal Cavalry Advance is Burke, which was announced by Hussein himself five years ago."

Everyone was silent, and when Hecate began to think about whether he had said something wrong, Selene's applause came from the conch: "Thank you, Hecate. Congratulations to everyone in the Windblade Legion. Raymond happened to be very happy. Understand this person's combat style. Wendy! The previous conflicts were just Burke's temptations. He should be preparing for an all-out attack right now. Don't let your guard down, he won't let us wait too long. In addition, there is one thing I didn't tell you in the letter, I think it would be more appropriate to tell you directly. Please don't treat Hecate as an ordinary soldier, and don't worry about her identity, treat her as an elite squad of the Guards Corps."

"Follow your order." Wendy bowed slightly towards the conch that Hecate put on the table, "I will take it into consideration when I command."

It stands to reason that Hecate does not have much actual combat experience.She herself is aware of this, no one has systematically taught her how to fight, and she will not have the opportunity to practice in Yoda City, but when it comes to the battlefield, she is like a seasoned warrior, naturally She knows how to deal with it, every trick to defeat the enemy and keep herself alive, as if she has been on the battlefield for many years.

With the sharp crescent blade and the thin but tough silver armor, Hecate realized the disadvantage of the former and how important the protection the latter brought her was when she actually started fighting.

The sharpness and agility of the Crescent Blade are enough to deal with most of the melee combat, but Hecate and the Windblade Legion are facing elite cavalry armed with long spears and wearing heavy armor, on a plain without obstacles , This is the nemesis of infantry.

The snow has somewhat hindered the cavalry's footsteps, but the thickness of the snow at the southernmost tip of Nord is not enough to make it difficult for Nagrand's tall warhorses to move forward. The cavalry ran out in formation from the flanks, blocking the Nord warriors who were trying to break through the formation.

Hecate's first instinct was to retreat.

Although she hated this cowardly idea, the voice in her head kept asking again and again—how can I win?Faced with such a gap in strength, is it necessary to rush forward to die?

She subconsciously searched for the only person in command at the moment, and easily saw Wendy standing on a snowdrift, felt Hecate's gaze, Wendy nodded to her, and said silently with her mouth : "Please go and kill those priests."

Hecate froze on the spot and almost fell on the snow. She took a few deep breaths to calm down, and calmly examined the cavalry phalanx in front of her.

Uniform movements—as if they were well-made puppets, and behind them stood a skilled puppeteer.This metaphor is actually quite correct. The current Nagrand cavalry are just puppets in the hands of several priests, maintaining the highest fighting spirit and the most orderly formation at all times.

This tactic has created a huge war machine in a short period of time. If there are enough people and well-equipped enough, it can crush almost any army on this continent. However, there is also a fatal weakness, the effect of divine magic cannot last long Keep it up, after the magic spell dissipates, the soldiers whose minds have been manipulated by? Here's the chance.

For the current Wind Blade Legion, the situation is like this.Killing the priest is the best way to artificially interrupt the magic.

There are not many priests in Nagrand who are capable of manipulating soldiers and organizing formations, and they are under the management of the Church of Light, so they cannot be easily mobilized by Emperor Hussein. Together they supported this costly magic.

Amid the cacophony of clashing weapons, Hecate heard a low chants.She clenched the crescent blade in her hand, moved her wrist, stomped hard on the ground under her feet, and jumped into the almost impenetrable cavalry formation.

With the crescent blade alone, she is confident that she can defeat any heavy cavalry who fights alone. The cavalry formation is another matter, but she can still walk through the cavalry flexibly and attack along with the spear In a dead corner, he came behind a certain priest who was protected by layers.

At the last moment of his life, the priest still held the scepter tightly and chanted the incantation, his body exuded the faint light of the power of faith. The divine spell made the advance cavalry a powerful blade for Nagrand to conquer the continent, but it could not let him out of danger .

The crescent blade cut off the priest's head, and Hecate didn't stop for a moment, and immediately went to find the next priest who supported the magic.

The handle of the knife was soaked in blood. Hecate carefully held the back of the knife and wiped the handle in the snow.After killing the three priests, the cavalry formation was completely disintegrated, and Nagrand's cavalry retreated hastily with the last trace of consciousness.

They may think that the Nord Kingdom, which lacks cavalry, is not worth mentioning under the iron heel of Nagrand. The Windblade Legion has shown them the strength of the soldiers in the Northland.

But Hecate still didn't dare to think about how the Windblade Legion would deal with those priests before she came.

"...was it like this every day before?"

"They were fewer in number before." Wendy bent down, gritted her teeth and pulled out a long sword stuck in the gap in the armor, "At first they didn't use priests, so it was much easier to deal with them. It was the first time they used divine magic to attack them." During the attack, the Windblade Legion suffered heavy losses, but after the breakthrough was found, there was nothing unusual about Nagrand's cavalry."

To be on the safe side, Hecate didn't bring out the sound transmission conch, but kept it in the military tent. She really wanted to take this opportunity to ask Wendy a question.

"Are you familiar with Selene? What kind of person is she in your opinion?"

"Your Highness, if you directly ask a soldier what she thinks of a member of the royal family, it will scare her." Wendy sighed. Soldiers dedicated to a loyal monarch, and Your Majesty is a monarch worthy of allegiance."

Both the snow and the soil were stained a heavy dark red by the blood. Because of the cold weather, the hot blood that had just flowed from the body was emitting white smoke, giving off a disgusting bloody smell.Soldiers tidied up the battlefield silently, separated the corpses of enemy soldiers and comrades-in-arms, and sorted the weapons in their hands or bodies.

Hecate sniffed.For some reason, she felt that this was not the first time she had smelled such a bloody smell, but then she felt nausea and fear again.

She stumbled into the military tent, holding the sound transmission conch with her bloody hand.

The twilight of the power of faith came on, and Selene could only hear the broken sobbing and crying from the other end of the conch. She sighed and comforted her in a low voice: "It's okay."

"Selene." Hecate was still sobbing vaguely, "I think I should tell you... It seems that there are two parts in my body, one is completely used to the battlefield environment, and the other will see blood. Can't take it..."

"Thank you for being willing to tell me this." Selene's voice sounded trembling, "Can you still hold on? If not, you can come back now."

"No." Hecate refused without hesitation, "I can hold on. We can win."