The Shadow of the Crown of Snow [Western Fantasy]

Wendy really looks like Selene.In other words, the courtiers who can gain the trust of the monarch have more or less similar qualities to that monarch.Everyone Hecate has known so far is a good example of this.

The one who impressed Hecate the most was Raymond, followed by Wendy, the head of the Windblade Legion.

Compared with the Talis Alliance, an emerging country that has been advocating freedom and equality, Hecate feels that the Nord Kingdom, a monarchy, implements freedom and equality more thoroughly. At least the Talis Alliance and the Nagrand Empire have very few female legion leaders. ——not to mention being so young—and the Nord Kingdom seems to take this matter as normal, no one thinks it is strange that Wendy received Selene's commission, and no one in the army will disobey or Perfunctory Wendy's orders.

Whether it's Wendy, Raymond, or Selene, these Northlanders who have power also have a convincing demeanor. Commoners in the Nord Kingdom always have admiration and yearning for the noble class.

It is precisely because of such a delicate balance between nobles and commoners that the Nord Kingdom can move forward step by step without being dragged into the quagmire of civil strife.

Realizing that he was also one of these "nobles", Hecate also began to pay attention to his words and deeds.

When she walked before, her back was slightly hunched, her hands resting on the handle of the knife, and the muscles of her whole body were in a tight state ready to exert strength at any time. Selene frowned every time she saw it, but she never tried to correct Hecate. .

The front line is not as dangerous as she imagined, even safer than the city of Yoda where she once lived.It was snowing early this morning, and Hecate was wandering in the dim sky, practicing his walking posture while watching the whistle.

Half serious and half bored, she kicked up the snow, recalled Selene's appearance when she was walking, and tried to straighten her back to keep her eyes level. After walking a few steps, she felt that her serious appearance was too ridiculous.Hecate rubbed the tip of his nose, which was red from the cold, and continued his patrol with vigor.

"They can't gather too many priests in a short period of time. We can take advantage of this time to rest." Wendy stopped writing and looked at the letter written in front of her. "Your Majesty hasn't replied to the letter for several days."

"...Could it be that it hasn't been delivered yet?" Hecate looked at the sky outside the military tent, "After all, it has been snowing so heavily recently, so it's not surprising that something happened to the pigeon."

Wendy smiled and shook her head: "All living creatures in Nord are used to this kind of wind and snow. To you, it may be a heavy snow, but to us, it is ordinary. But... It is indeed more difficult to adapt to the warmth than to the cold. Much easier."

Due to the heavy snowfall and the excessive loss of the priests, Nagrand did not organize an attack. Not only did Wendy not receive a reply from Frost-covered City, but there was no news from Selene in the sound transmission conch.

The war has just begun and has fallen into a stalemate. Hussein must be very disappointed at this moment.In his prediction, the Nord soldiers with a single type of arms and a small number will be quickly defeated by the elite cavalry that the empire has relied on for a hundred years.

But he forgot to consider that "a single and small number of Nord soldiers" can guard the country for many years without being vulnerable.

The situation was still at a stalemate, and Nagrand did not dare to attack rashly, nor would he give up easily.The Windblade Legion can defeat their impregnable cavalry formation by killing the priest, but they will lose many elite fighters in the initial impact. The Nagrand cavalry can have an absolute advantage before the priest is killed. After that, there is often no chance to escape.Neither side dared to act rashly, and both were waiting for new bargaining chips.

Once a new bargaining chip falls on a certain section of the balance, this deadlocked balance will be broken immediately.

What could it be?This problem is not limited to ordinary soldiers, even Hecate will think about it wildly.Selene suddenly ordered to send the Guards of the Nord Kingdom to let these cavalry see the strength of the northern warriors?

Thinking of this, Hecate deeply felt his own powerlessness.No matter how powerful she is, she is just a slightly special pawn on the huge chessboard of the battlefield. This is not a place where she can win alone.

Thinking of this, she slumped down in the snow, her skin was always pressed against the snow, but she didn't feel too much cold, so Hecate lay there motionless, until there was an uncontrollable scolding in her ear: "Hecate? What are you doing?"

Hecate lay prone in the snow, with his upper body propped up on his arms, and before he could get up, the silver armor was worn and dented, and the leather scabbard of the crescent blade was tattered, and a section of the blade could be seen protruding from the outside.

Selene sat on Pegasus's back, patted the snowflakes off her shoulders, combed Pegasus' messy mane, and looked down at her with a smile: "Why do you lie on your stomach every time I see you? On the ground?"

Hecate jumped up from the ground, stomped his feet vigorously, and raised his hand to touch the one horn on top of Pegasus's head without saying a word.

Tenma snorted impatiently and avoided Hecate's hand.Selene turned over and got off the horse, the cap of the cloak slipped off with her movement, revealing her smooth blonde hair.

Hecate thought that Selene came to the front line in person because of what he said in the sound transmission conch, "I feel like there are two parts in my body", but Selene didn't mention this at all. The pegasus was taken care of by a few soldiers, and went straight to the main army tent where Wendy was.

"Your Majesty?" Wendy greeted Selene in surprise, "Why are you here alone?"

"I will not easily mobilize the Guards Legion, nor will I easily deploy troops from other places to the Windblade Legion." Selene took Hecate's hand and sat down, rubbing her as if deliberately or unintentionally. The palm of his hand, "Soldiers who are accustomed to listening to your command and cooperating with each other can exert greater strength. More importantly, it is enough for me to come alone."

The bargaining chip that can affect the entire battle situation is not necessarily the support of troops and equipment, but it may also be an excellent commander.

Wendy of the Windblade Legion is an excellent commander. In her opinion, the opponent's commander Burke is also an opponent worthy of her respect, but even if she puts aside all selfish favoritism, Wendy can make a guarantee: Rene's command ability is hard to find an opponent in the entire continent.

"Wendy, go get everyone to prepare. Prepare to take the initiative to attack tonight. Hecate..." Selene put the other hand on the back of Hecate's hand, "Is it still cold?"

Being asked such a question suddenly, Hecate felt inexplicably flustered, and stammered an irrelevant answer: "But, but, it's still snowing heavily outside..."

"It's because of heavy snowfall." Selene stuffed a glass of mead into her hand, "Don't go to the front tonight, stay by my side, and follow my command in all actions."

Hecate took the wine glass hesitantly, not daring to speak again.

Selene rarely touched the mead, she slowly drank the vegetable soup in the bowl with a silver spoon, and the hard bread on the plate, and then wiped the corners of her mouth with a smile , turning back to stare at Hecate who was drinking mead: "The Church of Light believes that wine is a drink that betrays the gods."

"Drinking a few glasses of wine can turn your back on the gods, that's quite easy." Hecate shrugged his shoulders, "It seems that I can rest assured, I was worried that I read too many holy scriptures with them when I was young, would it He will be regarded as his believer by default by the God of Light."

"Then you can really rest assured that the God of Light is very harsh on his followers, and he has never provided any effective help except for divine magic." Selene shook the spoon in her hand, "Honestly Yes, I'm really looking forward to seeing Nagrand's cavalry struggling in the heavy snow."

She tilted her head and glanced at Hecate, who seemed to be in a daze, and put her arm around her shoulder: "How are you doing recently? Are you still getting used to it?"

"I said I'm not used to it, will you let me go back to the room in Frost City to bake the fireplace?"

"Won't?"

"Then this question doesn't make much sense, and I think you can see it." Hecate pointed to his reddened nose, "It's so obvious, every time Wendy sees it, I want to laugh."

"Actually, I want to laugh too, but you look too much like me, and my rationality does not allow me to laugh at your appearance problems." Selene held her forehead helplessly, "Even if your nose is not frozen Red, Wendy will find it funny too, she sees you as if she sees me doing something stupid that I've never done before."

"When did I do something stupid?"

"Then who was lying on the snow when I came here?"

Two people who look very similar but have completely different demeanors are sitting and chatting together, which looks very interesting.Wendy sat in a corner of the military tent, holding her long sword in her arms, resting with half-closed eyes, waiting for Selene's order.

It wasn't until late at night that Selene finally stood up from the low table. She rubbed her temples tiredly, then drank a sip of mead, opened the curtain of the military tent, and walked to the snow field outside the tent.

Hecate and Wendy also walked over. Selene was standing in the snow wrapped in a cloak. Hearing the footsteps behind her, she turned her head and smiled at them: "I'll leave it to you two tonight."

Hecate felt that the moment Selene smiled, this dark snowy night was illuminated by her into a brilliant day.

"We will win." Selene took a step forward and reached out to straighten the messy bundle of hair on the back of Hecate's head. "This is God's will."