The Shadow of the Crown of Snow [Western Fantasy]

In order to reach the station of the Guards Corps as soon as possible, Selene and the others did not choose to stay nearby in the town at dusk, but rushed as much as possible during the day, and slept in the wild when it was dark—compared to the inside of the town, which was unknown. On the contrary, it is better to be on guard in the wild alone.

Especially when Hecate is there.

"Sleep, I'm awake." Hecate stood up from the fire with the dried meat in his mouth, and grabbed the wound crossbow from the ground? The bow was in his hand, "I'll call you immediately if something happens."

The three of them were sleeping by the fire, and Hecate didn't go far, sitting on a half-log next to the fire, keeping awake and vigilant.No matter which direction someone tried to approach from, Hecate could notice that the only blind spot was behind herself.

And if someone showed killing intent behind Hecate, he would be the one who was killed.

Hecate didn't dare to be distracted to do other things—for example, look through the holy book that Selene continued to give her—so he had to chat with the ancestors in his mind.

It is no longer possible to use the word "ancestors" to describe it, because there is only one voice left in my mind, representing the heroes and monarchs of the North to communicate with Hecate. When Hecate is strong enough, even this voice will be completely eliminated. assimilation.

At Hecate's request, the ancestor hummed a Nord song in a low voice, and she listened quietly for a while, telling the ancestor in her head: "You and Selene sing differently."

"This song has been around for hundreds of years." The ancestor was very dissatisfied with her tone, "Of course there will be differences."

"Then you should stop singing." Hecate continued to sit on the spot and started to be in a daze. He looked up and counted the stars for a while, and then pulled out the crescent blade and put it in the fire, to see if he could use the crescent blade to kill the magician. their fireballs.

It is true that the crescent blade will not be damaged in the fire, but its blade is too narrow, and the fireball is not like a solid arrow, as long as it is hit, it will fall to the ground or change direction.

But once the fireball is out of the magician's hand, it becomes a stone thrown out. Although it cannot be poked away with a weapon, it can be avoided and blocked with a shield.

"You actually think about these things too. Didn't you leave these things to Selene before?" asked the ancestor in his mind.

"It's just boring." Hecate took out another piece of jerky from the package and chewed it to pass the time, "And I'm not thinking about how the whole army will fight against the magician, I'm thinking about how I can personally win pass them."

"It's becoming very much like your style. But you don't have to think about it at all, you can avoid it, and you can heal even if you get hit—"

"What I want to deal with is not the current magicians, but Hussein. I can easily deal with ordinary priests, but I can't guarantee that I can defeat Phoebe. I can defeat ordinary magicians, but I can't guarantee that I Hussein can be dealt with."

"It's as if it's useful as long as you think about it." Selene rubbed her temples and sat up. "Your emotions are too strong, and you're so close to me."

"This is beyond my control." Hecate unscrewed the flagon in his hand and handed it to her, "I can't go far."

"You can stop thinking about it." Selene took a sip from the jug, "We won't let you face Hussein alone. Only you can truly erase him from this world, but others People are not helpless against him."

Hecate took deep breaths to adjust his emotions, and when Selene couldn't feel her emotional fluctuations and was about to lie down and continue to sleep, anxiety surged up again.

"I'm starting to worry about you." Hecate took a sip of wine, "Obviously this is the most worrying thing."

"With a large number of magicians, I won't be so stupid as to insist on going to the front line."

"Was there a time when you were not on the front line when you were in command?"

Selene didn't answer her, just added a handful of wood to the dying fire.

"Actually, I have never put myself in a dangerous situation. The last time I was injured, it was because you deserted while on patrol-although it was not entirely your fault." Selene patted the dust on her palms, Staring at the flames that started to burn again, "There is no safe place on the battlefield."

From a layman's point of view, the priests may have a higher chance of surviving, but magic is not omnipotent. In Phoebe's position, it may really be able to save people with only a trace of breath left. Ordinary priests, at most, are Treat the skin trauma, and when you are injured, the effect of the magic will be greatly reduced.

On the battlefield, most priests are not allowed to use a lot of magic on themselves, let alone use magic to escape.They can only desperately use the power of faith to heal the soldiers around them, or enhance their abilities, and pray to the God of Light that these comrades in arms can protect themselves.

"Why don't they wear armor? Even if they are just ordinary people, it's okay to wear light armor, right?" Hecate thought it was some kind of taboo inside the Church of Light, but the Legion of Light brought by Phoebe was a member of the Legion of Light. The army of the church, but they all wear armor, and some are priests and warriors at the same time.

"No qualifications. The hierarchy and hierarchy of the Illuminati Church are very complicated. The Illuminati Church constrains the Pope, who controls the Religious Arbitration Institute, and the Religious Arbitration Institute can judge the Illuminati Church... Any behavior that violates the rules, at this level In a strict system, there will be a price to pay."

What reassures Hecate is that Selene can spend all the power of faith on herself, and now she has Phoebe by her side to help her deal with situations that her magic can't handle.

Both Phoebe and Joshua woke up before the sun rose. Selene extinguished the fire and picked up the luggage on the ground: "At this speed, we can reach the border before it gets dark today. There is no need to worry that Hussein will send someone to attack."

At dusk, Selene, who was at the forefront of the team, saw the military tent not far away and the flag of the Nord Kingdom.

"Selene." Hecate, who was in charge of the rear, caught up with her and held her back. "Is that a new face?"

There were quite a few veterans who were familiar with them standing in the camp, among them there were indeed a few unfamiliar faces that Selene had no impression of at all, and they seemed not quite used to the armor on their bodies and the weapons in their hands, appearing shy and awkward.

More than half of the Guards Legion died in the fallen Frost-covered City. The half that was hidden on the border beforehand was the hole card that Selene left for herself. After the battle with the half-orcs, their number increased It has decreased, not to mention being familiar with everyone, Selene at least remembers which soldiers she has under her command.

"Your Majesty! Your Highness!" A veteran in the team noticed the arrival of Selene and Hecate, greeted them and saluted them, then excitedly pointed at the new faces in the camp, "They escaped from Nord territory of!"

The Nord Kingdom was originally relatively closed. After the fall, Selene could hardly get news from the country, not to mention the situation in Frost-covered City, and even the news from the small border town.

Most of these escaped people lived in villages and towns close to the border. After occupying the Nord Kingdom for a period of time, Hussein relaxed his high vigilance against the Nord Kingdom, and the number of guards on the border that prohibited Nord citizens from entering and leaving decreased. Many, which allowed them to swarm, knock out the guards with their bare hands, and flee beyond the border.

Just when they were at a loss, they saw the Nord flag raised in the barracks of the Guards.

According to these escapees, the people of Nord can be said to have caused Hussein a lot of trouble.Of course, it is impossible for him to use all the regular troops to control Nord. He will also use these regular troops to guard the border of Nagrand territory to prevent Wilton from attacking directly after he announced the magic. They are ordinary guards with no combat experience and only ordinary training. The only thing that can scare people is sophisticated weapons and equipment.

But this can't scare the Northlanders.Hussein had to send more guards, and had to allocate part of the regular army to suppress, because he found that the civilians in the Northland could defeat these guards without the advantage of numbers.At the beginning, there were some guards who tried to oppress the civilians, but after they finished shopping in the store and wanted to renege on their bills, the unattractive blond girl from the north came out with a cold face, and easily put the two guards together with their armor. Throw it out.

Even if Hussein finds a way to send more regular troops, the Northlanders cannot be made to surrender.

No matter what you say, civilians are just civilians who have not been in contact with combat, and have no strength to directly resist the regular army. However, regular army soldiers often disappear suddenly during night patrols. At dawn, only a broken long gun can be seen on the ground.

There are no slogans and shouts, and no one stands up to lead everyone. Every Northlander is like a silent wolf, obedient and law-abiding on the surface, but never really give up resistance.

The way they resist is also very simple, that is to kill Talis soldiers.

"It's more difficult to deal with those who wear armor." Most of the escapees also participated in these resistance actions. "Often we will approach him with three or four people, the others are responsible for controlling him, and one person is responsible for strangling him." neck..."

"I have read a lot of classics about the history of the North. Sometimes I think you have tampered with the history books, and many victories have come too unbelievable, but now it seems that I made the same mistake as Hussein. "

"Phoebe, this is the Northlander." Selene poured a glass of mead and handed it to Phoebe, "Let yourself live and let the enemy die, this is the Northlander."

Beside the warm fire, the Northlanders and the Queen of Nord drank mead and sang ancient songs that have been passed down for hundreds of years.

They are a nation that cannot be broken even by time and war.