Chapter 379
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A day later, at the border of the Land of Frost.
"Prince Cheil, you don't look too good."
Marshal Amt sat on his warhorse and turned his head to look at Cheil. At this moment, Cheil had a very strange expression on his face, as though he was holding back something. His fair and flawless skin was slightly flushed.
"I-I'm fine, Marshal Amt."
Cheil raised his head as though he had been electrocuted. He kept waving his hands to tell Marshal Amt that he was fine.
"The stronghold is just up ahead. Those old guys in the stronghold should have been waiting for you for a long time. Prince Cheil, you have to buck up," Marshal Amt said.
"Mhm."
Cheil nodded again. Marshal Amt finally shifted his gaze away from her. He looked at the troops behind him and began to give orders.
Taking advantage of this time, Cheil rubbed his forehead and used inscription magic to create a chill. He barely managed to cool down his overheated cheeks.
Ever since he communicated with the Relayer of Fire yesterday, Cheil began searching for any news related to the Court of Heresy on the spell casters' forum.
However, the one that provided him the most information was the book called "The Inquisitor's Diary."
Out of curiosity, Cheil read half of the diary while the troops were marching. Then he began to look for other books in the Immovable Library section to read.
This action was tantamount to opening Pandora's box. Cheil found several books with very strange contents, such as "Piper Tucker and the Lost Young Elf," "Thorned Flowers Blooming at the Corner of the Wall," and so on …
The titles of these books seemed normal, but the contents challenged Cheil's worldview.
The young prince swore that she had never read such terrible books in her life!
Cheil's rationality reminded her to stop reading such terrible content, but she couldn't … stop!
It wasn't until Marshal Amt reminded Cheil that they were about to arrive at the stronghold's stronghold that Cheil woke up from his stupor.
"Phew …"
Cheil gently exhaled a breath of white air. A whole day of forced marching was supposed to be a boring thing.
But with the existence of the magic net, she could not even sense the passage of time. The heavy emotions in her heart, which had been caused by the appearance of the adjudicator, were now alleviated by the Fire Relayer's consolation and her reading on the magic net.
"It's not time to relax yet."
Cheil looked up at the towering mountain range in the distance. Perhaps it should not be called a mountain range, but a stronghold.
Hundreds of years ago, the Land of Frost had spent countless craftsmen and thousands of spellcasters to transform an entire mountain range into a military fortress.
This stronghold became the sturdiest barrier at the borders of the Land of Frost, resisting countless attacks from the orcs and demons of the Coldwind Plains.
Today, Cheil would enter the stronghold as a commander and become one of the generals guarding the Land of Frost.
But while defending against foreign invaders, Cheil had to deal with the internal problems — the adjudicators!
The low sound of a horn echoed throughout the mountain range as the army led by Marshal Amt approached. The steel gates slowly opened.
A knight in silver armor walked out to welcome the arrival of Marshal Amt and Prince Cheil.
"Amt! You old man, I heard your subordinates were attacked by an ice dragon and bet 200 gold sols that you wouldn't come to this stronghold! "
A tall figure draped in the fur of a giant bear walked out of the gate. His deep voice even drowned out the sound of the horn.
"Even if your son is dead, I will live!" Marshal Amat got off his horse and hugged the burly man. The frostbite on the marshal's leg had healed quite a bit.
After the two Marshals greeted each other in this special way, the burly man bowed to Cheil, who was sitting on his warhorse.
"Your Highness Cheil, welcome to the stronghold."
"Let's skip the greetings and welcome. Let's start the war meeting."
Cheil scanned the interior of the stronghold and saw the flag of the Kingdom of Saint.
After all, the Kingdom of Saint was an ally, and they possessed powerful healing magic. No matter which stronghold it was, these priests would be welcomed.
Cheil's decisiveness seemed to have won the favor of the Marshal. He didn't waste any time and brought Cheil and Marshal Amt to the depths of the stronghold.
There were already more than 10 armored figures gathered in the war hall. Cheil saw many young faces among them. From the insignia engraved on their shoulders, they should be from the major families of the Land of Frost.
This was also a tradition in the Land of Frost. Every major family would send their male heirs to serve in the stronghold for one to two years so that they could return to the family as real men.
Cheil came here with the same goal. Only those who achieved glory on the battlefield would be respected in the Land of Frost.
"Your Highness."
The nobles in the hall recognized Cheil. After they greeted Cheil one by one, the war meeting officially began under the leadership of a Marshal.
The general content was that this year was the weakest year for the Nephilim, so they should seize this opportunity to attack the Nephilim's borders and annihilate them in one fell swoop.
The Marshal spoke passionately, and most of the generals around him agreed. Cheil just listened and didn't say anything. Her attention was always on the three white-clothed priests in the hall.
The war meeting lasted for an hour before it ended. The generals left one after another. Cheil waited until the three priests from the Kingdom of Saint left and didn't keep quiet anymore.
"Marshal Amt, Marshal Schidemeil, Madam Rona …"
Cheil stopped the eight generals who were about to leave.
"Is there anything I can do for you, Your Highness?" Your Royal Highness. "Marshal Schidemeier was the man in the bearskin.
He came from the Frost Bear Family in the central part of the Land of Frost. This family was also a core family that served the Land of Frost's royal family.
Cheil had met this marshal a few times in the King's City of the Land of Frost. It could be said that he was absolutely loyal to the Land of Frost's royal family.
The other generals that Cheil called out also had the same characteristic. They were all absolutely loyal to the royal family in Cheil's eyes.
"I'll have to trouble everyone to gather here again tonight. I have something very important to tell everyone."
Cheil couldn't tolerate the Nephilim Judges continuing to do whatever they wanted in the Land of Frost. She had to expose their evil deeds to more people.
The Land of Frost's national power was far greater than the Kingdom of Saint's. Many people in the Land of Frost even thought that the Kingdom of Saint was only their vassal.
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