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Chapter 276

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December 3rd, afternoon.

Kingdom of Houlier, Kingdom of Ignaz.

Ever since Koen the Conqueror unified the entire Kingdom of Karen seventy years ago, this great emperor had rooted the royal family in Ignaz, a "white city" built with countless granite blocks.

This city built by the sea had the most developed port in the country. At this time, the mainland was still in the era of the "Age of Navigation", so the kingdom's few maritime trades were all in Ignaz. Because of this, it became the richest city in the kingdom, and also the city with the biggest gap between the rich and the poor.

There was no other city.

The travel-worn Knight of Wellington stood silently in front of the inner city of the city.

He crossed the cold mountains and forests, crossed the dangerous road, and came here with an urgent letter from the Dukes Of Angmar. However, what greeted him was the indifferent expression of the guards outside the kingdom, and the oppressively white marble walls.

"Knight, your letter has been presented to His Majesty. If there is nothing else, please leave."

The royal guards in golden armor blocked Wellington outside the palace. The Specter Knight stood there. Although the other party's words were just a formal rejection, it made him feel an inexplicable sense of depression accumulating in his chest.

The royal family's fear of the Lucifron family was an undisclosed secret, and the cold treatment now was already expected.

But … as the king in name, would he really care about what happened at the border of the kingdom?

He looked at the majestic but luxurious palace in front of him, shook his head, and turned to leave.

*****

"These undead … What are they trying to do?"

In the middle of the Ferminon Palace, King Charles II sat on the throne with a gloomy gaze. It was as if he was looking at the end of the kingdom through the hall in front of him — but in fact, all he could see was the cold marble walls and the sculptures of the previous kings.

The value of the Ferminon Palace, which was built with countless wealth, could no longer be measured by gold coins. In such an environment, the most common emotion that the 36-year-old Charles II had every day was "pride" …

Like all the nobles in the city, he reveled in the glory of the past and was proud of the stability of the entire kingdom.

For Charles II, who had never left Ignatz City his entire life, his concept of the size of the Cullen Kingdom's territory was still limited to books and papers. Words like "Eiffta Territory", "Western Border", and "Gondola Mountain Range" were just characters to him. As for the meaning behind them, the king didn't care.

"Efta belongs to Angmar. He has to take care of this even if he doesn't want to. As for how to take care of it, that's his own business. I just want the results …"

In Charles II's opinion, the plans that the Prime Minister had proposed during his discussion with him were completely superfluous. What he wanted was results, not excuses.

Sunlight shone down from the round hole above the Ferminon Palace. The afternoon light shone on Charles II who was sitting on the throne. The white and gold robe reflected the light, making the king look as dazzling as a god.

And he enjoyed this feeling very much.

"Augustine has already lowered his head and apologized to me. What else does Angmar want? Karen and Tasman have to give each other face. Since that old skeleton has sincerely apologized, why should we continue to make things difficult for each other? It's not worth making enemies. "

"The Gondola Mountains are not our territory. They can do whatever they want. Send a letter back to Angmar and tell him to restrain himself. Don't always look like a war is about to break out." Charles II smiled as if he had thought of something. "After all … these skeletons are far more sincere than those Orcs. At least I like the things they sent."

"Give the knight who sent the letter a farewell gift. Don't let others think that the royal family is stingy."

"Already gone? Heh … "

*****

December 3rd, dusk.

The team headed to Sora Outpost continued to advance in the cold wind. The mountain road was not steep, but because of the thick snow, the entire team's speed was not ideal. If the road conditions were as bad as before, they might have to spend four or even five days to cross the mountain range that they had planned to cross in three days.

This was not good news for Roddy, who was in a hurry to support Sora Outpost.

But on the way to the mountain, no one could read anything from Roddy's expression. He was silent all the way. He only spoke a few words when he was teaching Akasha the High Elf language.

"The meaning of this word is a little complicated to explain. In this sentence, it means' performance. ' But in this sentence … Yes, in this sentence, it means' omen. '"

The sun gradually set, and only the afterglow was left on the horizon. When the words on the book became blurry, Roddy closed the book and said to Akasha softly, "Let's stop here for today. Go back and do some revision."

The beautiful Priestess put away the book and nodded obediently. No matter what happened between Roddy and Natha, Akasha's heart was always calm and happy when she sat beside him. But after a few words, she was suddenly stopped by Roddy.

"Oh yes, come to my tent tonight."

Roddy did not explain the reason and only gave an order. His words seemed to have a different meaning. Akasha was stunned on the spot. She blinked her eyes and asked, "Is … Is there anything?"

"It's something important," Roddy looked around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping. He then said in a low voice, "I haven't been able to tell you before, so I need to be honest with you today."

Akasha had never heard Rody speak in such a tone before. She suddenly felt perturbed. Her snow-white skin turned pink. She stared at Rody in a daze and even forgot to speak.

"What's wrong? Are you not feeling well? "

Roddy frowned and asked with some doubts in his eyes. Akasha quickly shook her head, "No, no, no problem. I will come."

Akasha struggled to say this sentence. Her palms were sweaty from nervousness. When she turned around, she tripped and almost fell. She stumbled away after being supported by Roddy …

"Could it be … that there is a misunderstanding?"

Roddy scratched his head. Although his EQ was low, he had been in contact with a lot of women in the past. For some women's behavior, Roddy finally had some simple understanding and judgment. He was sure that Akasha's behavior just now was "shy."

I'm just talking to her about a plan. What is there to be shy about? I'm not going to confess to her …

Wait … wait!

Thinking of Akasha's behavior in front of him, Roddy frowned more and more. Finally, he exhaled and helplessly stretched out his hand to rub his eyebrows. Obviously, he, who was always slow, finally figured out one thing: Akasha had feelings for him and thought that he was going to confess to her today.

Rody admired himself for being able to understand these things. However, the troubles that followed gave him a headache. Although the priestess had a gentle personality, a fiery figure, and a beautiful face, Rody was deeply in love with Naifei. He did not have any thoughts about Akasha.

"Is it because my face is good-looking?"

Roddy basically did not pay attention to his appearance, but he also did not think that he was handsome. Perhaps this was a habit of being alone in the past. Unable to figure out the reason, Roddy was too lazy to think about it. He muttered and when he turned around, Natha's figure had quietly appeared not far away from him.

This Wood Elf looked at Akasha thoughtfully, but when she reported the information, she returned to her usual indifference.

"Confirmed?"

"Yes, a total of six."

"Then it'll probably be tonight."

After Rody confirmed his thoughts, he felt slightly relieved. After Nata left, he whispered a few words to Sodelor. After that, he gave an order to the rest of the team. "Before nightfall, we will rest halfway up the mountain."

In front of them, there was a slightly open flat area on the side of the mountain. On one side, there was a cliff that was a hundred meters high, and on the other side, there was a slightly steep mountain wall covered with snow. The mountain wind was somewhat blocked here, and it seemed to be a suitable place to set up camp.

The soldiers obeyed and quickly arrived at the predetermined location. Like before, they began to set up tents, burying pots and cooking rice … When the sky turned dark, the campsite was lit up with campfires, illuminating the tents that were extremely conspicuous in the snowy ground.

The sky above was covered by dark clouds, and the moonlight was dim. It seemed that it would snow again tomorrow.

Roddy raised his head, and his gaze swept past the black bird circling in the night sky. He turned to Sodelor and said, "Everything according to plan, let's begin."

*****

Midnight.

There was no longer any movement in the campsite. The clusters of bonfires swayed in the cold wind, leaving only a dim orange glow.

There were no black birds flying in the sky, but the silence at this moment was indescribably strange.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion appeared without warning, and then it was as if a thunderstorm had been triggered. After the first explosion, a second and third one followed!

"Crack!"

The snow instantly collapsed and broke, and then began to slide down the steep slope.

At first, the speed at which the accumulated snow slid down was not very fast, but as the sixth and seventh explosions exerted force on the snow, almost all the snow on the slope began to move faster …

Avalanche!

There was a distance of more than six hundred meters from where the snow was sliding down to the mountainside, and the snow was moving faster and faster. In less than half a minute, it had reached the campsite!

Before the snow had even arrived, the terrifying airflow had already blown away countless tents on the ground …

"Crash!"

From a distance, the little bonfires were like matches extinguished by seawater, and in the blink of an eye, they completely disappeared.

In two seconds, the campsite of more than two hundred people was completely destroyed and buried by the avalanche …

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