The Shadow of the Crown of Snow [Western Fantasy]

Although she really wanted to return to Frost City immediately and ask Raymond to take a look at the contents of the Penglevin, Selene still had to focus on the frontal battlefield.

In the past few days, there has been a lingering gloomy atmosphere in the Cracked Rock Fortress.

The last battle really cost them too much. In the end, they were almost driven back to the fortress by the Nagrand people. Hecate was hit hard before the battle.

When he first came to the Windblade Corps, Hecate was just an ordinary member of the royal family in the eyes of the Windblade Corps soldiers, and his status was embarrassing. He had lived in an enemy country for many years, and even his gestures were more of a Nagrand temperament. If it wasn't for the fact that everyone in the legion had respect for Selene, and the head of the legion, Wendy, was Selene's confidant, Hecate would have been pushed out long ago to the point where he couldn't gain a foothold.

But apart from being arrogant and straight-forward, the Northlanders have another deep-rooted character—they will always respect the strong and are willing to follow.

This is also the reason why Selene maintains a certain degree of strength while being polite. Nord's courtiers never welcome a monarch who is too weak.

The ministers choose to be loyal to the monarch who is more capable of governing than themselves, and the soldiers also choose to respect the officers who are good at commanding, and respect the powerful warriors like Hecate who are charging at the front.

After several battles, they had already fully understood Hecate's strength. Now that Hecate was severely injured by Hussein, while the soldiers were worried about Hecate's safety, they unavoidably began to faintly fear.

Selene knew they couldn't be blamed for this, people would always be afraid of the unknown, of the strong over the strong.I believe Hussein also knows this, he is like a satiated carnivore, he wants to eat his prey in every possible way, and only slowly eats it when he sees the prey panicked.

The Windblades—or the entire Nord, for that matter—are now his prey.Perhaps that long ice blade was not intended to kill Hecate in the first place, but to defeat the will of the Wind Blade Legion.

And he did.

Hussein is not a genius, but his biggest advantage is that he is 19 years older than Selene.If he was just an ordinary person, then the gap of these 19 years is nothing, but in these 19 years, Hussein ascended the throne of the Nagrand Empire, and the experience accumulated in the 19 years in this position made him It has become an opponent that the current Selene can't surpass even if she tries her best.

Roy once told Selene that there are few people in the Northland, and they are good at winning battles with less, but in the face of absolute power, any skill will fail.

In the camp not far from the fortress, Hussein, who is staring at Nord's land, is her limit, a force she can't resist?

Selene couldn't show all the restlessness and hesitation.While walking in the fortress, she still smiled confidently, as if the battle situation was never serious.

She knows that the biggest problem right now is not the difference in the strength of the two sides. Since she started to learn how to form troops, all she has been in contact with and practiced are battles where fewer troops win more. She is confident that she can use the least number of troops to fight the best battle. A beautiful victory, as long as there is such a victory once, the high morale is enough to make the soldiers fight more bravely to defend their homeland.

The biggest problem was the ice blade that injured Hecate.

Disappearing out of thin air and reappearing out of thin air, it is obviously not a human creation, similar things, Selene has only come into contact with in divine arts.When she first started learning divine arts, she condensed a blooming flower with her bare hands. It was a southern flower that she made according to the pictures in the illustrated book. It was impossible to see it in the Nord Kingdom. Someone found a flowerpot to plant, but when he woke up the next day, there was only soil left in the flowerpot, and the flower had disappeared without a trace.

Selene is one of the very few people in Nord who is proficient in divine arts. Although there is no such offensive technique as being able to condense ice blades out of thin air in divine arts, the principles of the two are obviously in common. There is nothing unusual about divine arts, Hou The spells used by Sayin are naturally nothing unusual, but divine spells don't have such a direct attack power.

Selene knew these reasons in her heart, but she couldn't explain them directly to anyone. The entire Windblade Legion—even the head of the Legion, Wendy—couldn't understand the "nothing unusual" that Selene said.

In their eyes, divine arts were beyond the reach of ordinary people, not to mention that Hussein severely injured Hecate as soon as he made a move, which showed that the power of the magical arts was still higher than that of divine arts.

This time it was Hecate who understood what Selene meant without any nonsense.

"Magic. At least that's what they called it when I heard it." Since entering the fortress, this was the most full sleep Hecate had ever had. The scarred lower abdomen—according to her, it is still a little itchy, "Hussein has been secretly studying these since I was very young, even before I came to Nagrand. I doubt he can control me, and he also used magic."

"Control you?" Selene looked at Hecate in surprise, "You never told me?"

"I'm about to say it now." Hecate sat up straight uncomfortably, "When I was in Yoda, I didn't have much to do, and they didn't allow me to go out, so besides playing in the courtyard, I just Wandering around the castle, I would meet Hussein occasionally. He wouldn’t talk to me, in fact, no one in the whole castle would talk to me. But if he didn’t have something urgent to do, he would suddenly Looking back at me, sometimes I would move the scepter in my hand, and then I would freeze in place, unable to move."

Seeing Selene's expression lost in thought, Hecate added nervously: "Of course, it's not just that I can't move. He can completely control me to make certain actions."

"Hecate." Selene sat down on the edge of the bed, reached out and rubbed Hecate's hair, "You hurt your stomach, not your brain, right?"

Hecate pouted aggrievedly: "That's true, you can even believe the nonsense of the God of Light, but you don't believe what I say?"

"Okay, okay, I believe it." Selene quickly rubbed her hair again to show comfort, "But if Hussein can control your movements, can I still live to speak now?"

"Selene, I always thought you were smart." Hecate grabbed her wrist and moved her hand away from her hair, "The last time he was on the city wall, if he controlled me Attacking you, can you resist? Even in that position, he can't control me, not to mention the distance now."

Selene patted her forehead in frustration, and changed the subject embarrassingly: "Hussein can use magic, and magic is obviously similar to divine art. Let's just think that the source of magic's power is also similar to divine art. The same is the power of faith."

She paused, and lightly touched Hecate's stomach: "Now I can still clearly feel from your wound that those snow wolves were able to heal you, relying on the power of faith, which also shows that , it is not only the God of Light who can provide the power of faith, other gods that are unknown on the mainland can also do it."

Selene sighed and rubbed her temples in distress: "But most people in the Northland cannot understand this. In their view, magic is a miracle."

"So they call you the Queen of Miracles in private?" Hecate raised his eyebrows and moved closer curiously.

"Hecate, let me seriously discuss with you, can you forget this nickname? It's really too ugly." Selene sighed helplessly, "Speaking of this, you—what did you do?! "

Selene was choked up on what she was going to say, and it was only then that she noticed why Hecate was sitting on the bed, tucked into the quilt even though he was dressed.

That was to cover up the chains and iron balls hanging on her ankles, as well as the bloody ankles worn by the barbs inside the shackles.

"Are you crazy!" Selene searched for the key to unlock the shackles in the inner pocket of the cloak with trembling hands, and threw it into Hecate's hand, "Open it!"

Hecate seemed to be the same as when Selene first met her.There was no expression on her face, and she couldn't tell what she was thinking from her eyes. She stared at the key in her palm for a while, squeezed it tightly, and then raised her head and answered Selene in a daze: "I can't .I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

"You don't have that ability! Open it!" Selene gritted her teeth and rushed forward, trying to snatch the key back from her hand, but Hecate easily grabbed her wrist, preventing her from approaching.

"It's just in case, as long as I untie this thing, the wound on my ankle will heal soon..." She still explained in a flat to creepy tone, "This is the same as the ice blade's That kind of difference..."

"Don't try to convince me!" Panting, Selene stopped trying to break free from Hecate's grasp. She felt that she hadn't gotten angry like this for many years. The last time she found out that her father had sent her sister as a hostage to the When facing an enemy country, "This is an order!"

"Then it seems that we are very similar." Hecate exerted a little force, twisted off the key in his hand and threw it aside, "Don't try to convince me. Even if this is an order."

The strength in Hecate's hand was as firm as her eyes, and Selene took a deep breath and put her other hand on Hecate's shoulder.

"Listen, Hecate, I have an idea."