The ice and snow were like the tip of a knife, flashing and freezing to the bone. The trees on both sides of the glacier were shaped like ice crystals, standing coldly. The cold wind passed through the woodland, bringing with it the sound of subtle breathing. Freya clasped her hands together and stared at the vast expanse of white glaciers below. There were sparse black dots scattered on the glaciers, and a team of about a few hundred people was moving forward with great difficulty. The scene in her field of vision was faintly discernible, occasionally obscured by the wind and snow. The future Goddess of War frowned, her eyebrows covered in snow. She was wearing a thick cloak, which almost completely covered the fur-inlaid armor underneath. She looked like a hunter hiding in the forest.
Her field of vision extended outwards. Hundreds of soldiers in the same silver cloak were hiding in the bushes, motionless. From a distance, they were almost the same color as the snow. Maynild looked at the time. The pocket watch was almost creaking due to the low temperature, but the needle was not wrong. She handed the pocket watch to Freya. "Is it them?" "It's them." Freya nodded in confirmation. Seeing that those people were almost the same as what Brando had said to her, and there should not be a third force here.
"We're lucky that their half-baked lord guessed it right." Not far behind Freya, a few Kirrlutz nobles were squatting together and discussing in whispers. Under the white cloak was a pale blond youth who seemed to have overindulged in sex. He was only twenty-one or twenty-two years old, but the emblem on his collar proved that he was an official Knight. He said so with a mixed expression of disapproval and amusement, which caused a burst of low laughter. Another person laughed and said, "But Lady Veronica actually listened to that guy's slanderous words and gave the little girl full command. It's unbelievable."
The others shrugged as well. "Just watch. She doesn't know how to command at all. How can we launch a charge at this distance? This is a glacier terrain, not hills or plains." The blond youth shook his head.
"Braude, I heard that they graduated from the Erouine Royal Knight Academy."
"I see." Browder raised his eyebrows. This distance was consistent with the distance specified in the drill, but Erouine's soldiers must lack experience in fighting on the snowy plains. Tactics should be adapted to local conditions. In his opinion, this woman was a rigid dogmatist.
"Let's wait and see." He glanced in that direction. They were all excellent soldiers, so they wouldn't disobey orders. However, he was certain that the other party would fail, so he couldn't help but look in that direction disapprovingly. "Get everyone ready, the enemy might discover us first. They're just some private soldiers of Aouine's nobles, they're just chickens and dogs. That bumpkin Lord's judgment is somewhat reasonable. It's very likely that the ones below are just cannon fodder. We shouldn't encounter any trouble. "
"He probably wants to train his commander so that we're out of luck." Behind Browder, a tall female Knight with overly thin cheeks judged.
"He also wants us to pretend to be a dragon, awooo —" One of them teased, putting his hands to his cheeks and imitating a dragon's roar. "Hahaha …" It caused a burst of low laughter all around.
The low laughter finally caught Freya's attention. She took a light breath and looked back with some dissatisfaction, but she turned back with a frown. "Don't worry about them." Maynild glanced at her and reminded her. "I know." Freya nodded. This was the first battle that she had commanded in the truest sense, and she would never take it lightly. She raised her head, and her light brown eyes once again reflected the traces of the nobles' private soldiers through the wind and snow. She couldn't help but think of the question that Brando had asked her.
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"Please don't laugh anymore, Army Commander." Shido blushed in the wind and snow, looking very embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Shido, but you really shouldn't regard the Erouine people as barbarians … Haha, haha …" Veronica narrowed her eyes, but she couldn't help but smile. She saw the senior girl turn around a little embarrassedly and explained, "Their late King Erik was also a noble of the Cruz people. In fact, the Erouine people and the Cruz people have always been of the same root, but they also have their own culture. You followed those guys in the Imperial Capital … The things you learned were really biased. "
"So only when you walk out of the door can you see the real world." Shido held the book, standing in the pure snow, and glanced in the direction of Brando, "Will the Count be angry?"
"No, he's not that petty. Let's go and have a look. He's probably the only one who would recognize that thing in front. " Answered Veronica, clasping the furs round her neck, and clasping the hilt of her sword in one hand, she approached with a creak.
"Even you don't recognize it, Army Commander?" Shido was a little surprised.
"Don't be curious, that little guy is a strange person. He said he learned these things from the files of the Black Tower Wizards. Hmph, I talked to William, it seems that there are some things that even he doesn't understand. This little guy must have some secrets on him. "Veronica replied.
The scholar was slightly startled and couldn't help but look in that direction curiously.
Brando creaked over a thick glacier. He looked up and saw something in the distance that seemed to be standing on the edge of the sky. That thing naturally attracted people's attention, like the corner of a huge structure, as black as ink, obliquely inserted into the glacier, only a very small part of it was exposed. The whole corner exuded a metallic luster, and the surface of the metal was covered with light blue textures, sparkling, in a regular geometric pattern hanging from the top of the corner, densely covering the whole 'body' of 'this thing'. From a distance, it looked more like a temple sunk into the ground, but as he got closer, Brando felt a very familiar feeling, a bit like the creation of the Hazel people, full of a structure and an industrial style.
He looked up, and could almost imagine the scene of that thing flying over here. It fell from mid-air and crashed into the ground. The energy that erupted instantly tore the earth apart, leaving deep marks on the ground. Then, 'it' continued to slide into the distance until it lost all of its kinetic energy. Only then did it slowly stop. What followed was a thousand years of ice, until today when they discovered it again. He slowly walked through the ravine-like valleys, which were formed thousands of years ago in this collision. The father of the Frost Giants, Milos, was buried here, and the ice and snow of thousands of years could prove it.
He was a little lost —
"Mr. Brando?" Until a voice sounded behind him, he turned around and saw Shido with a serious face. "Do you know what this is?"
She looked up and looked at this great creation with some amazement.
"You mean that thing?" Brando was a little distracted. He glanced at the black square column in the distant sky that seemed to go straight into the clouds, but his mind was not on it. This was not something important, and such scenery could be seen in many places in this glacier. It was like a background to the players, and there was no meaning in its existence. But it was indeed majestic. Brando looked up at the black column and said, "That's the body of Milos."
"What!?"
Shido was stunned and stopped. "That's the body of a god?" Inevitably, the scholar showed a look of suspicion — she was well aware of her beauty, and some people often pretended to be knowledgeable in order to get close to her. She knew when she was in the academy that many of the legends she heard were actually fabricated. She now felt that this Count was the same, because she felt that he could not look like a scholar, and even if he was, he might not dare to say such a thing.
She looked at the huge ruins, and her heart could not accept such an explanation.
"You think I'm lying?" Brando looked back and glanced at her, a little amused — at least this scholar had always been interesting to him.
"No …" Shido hurriedly shook her head. "But as a scholar, I must be responsible for my words. Have you really confirmed your words, my lord?"
This is still suspicion, Brando thought to himself. He replied, "This is actually not my words. The Witch's Dark Prophecy recorded that in this battle, 'Milos disintegrated in mid-air, and the wreckage was scattered across the earth. Most of it fell into this glacier, but there was still one that fell into the Sea of the Dead Moon.' The Bugas built a city on it called Onais, you should have heard of it, right?"
"The ruins on the Sea of the Dead Moon are … are …" Shido stared at the black 'building' in the sky.
"Almost, and in fact, both the Bugas and the Black Tower Mages have confirmed this. These things we see now are the remains of Milos. In the future, you may have the opportunity to enter the White Tower to study the files of the Silver Mages, and you will come into contact with this precious knowledge, Miss Shido. "When Brando said so himself, he also glanced at the black tower in the sky. "Thank you —" Shido replied softly. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have doubted your words."
"No need to apologize. There is a saying among scholars, 'Doubt is the door to the truth.' You should have heard of it, right?"
"Ah, you know, Mr. Brando, are you really a scholar?" Shido asked in surprise, holding the book.
"Ahem … I've just read the literature in this area. In fact, I'm not really a scholar."
"That's a pity."
But Brando was a little absent-minded at this moment, thinking about the action on the other side. He heard creaking footsteps coming from behind, and by the sound, he knew it was Veronica.
"How about it, are you confident, little one?" She had obviously heard the conversation between Brando and Shido, but at the moment, like Brando, her attention could not be focused on these legends and myths.
Brando did not look back, but just nodded. "Don't worry."
"Why are you so sure that Arreck will really act according to this plan?" Veronica frowned, but it was not that she did not believe in Brando. If she did not believe in Brando, she would not have agreed to Brando's plan.
"It's very simple." Brando replied.
He looked back.
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(PS: I was' discussing the plot 'with my book friends in the group tonight, so I'm going to update this chapter first. I'll make up for it tomorrow. It's miserable.) (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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