Author's Note: This book is 725051233.
Emilia was taken aback, but seeing Teresa's impatience, she replied softly, "Okay, Madam Trovic, please give your orders."
"First, get someone to bring clean snow and put it in a pot. Then, let Laing turn it into water. Hurry." The sorceress finally gave up on wearing tight pants. She took out a blue velvet dress from her Space Ring and put it on. Then, she covered herself with a blanket.
Emilia didn't say anything. She filled the pot with snow and handed it to Laing. "Madam Trovic asked me to pass this to you so that you can turn the snow in the pot into water."
"Okay." Laing extended his hand. Through his metal glove, he gathered his Psionic Powers, and blue flames appeared in his palm. The snow in the pot melted quickly, and a pot of warm water was handed to the sorceress. "Take this and be quick. The water will turn cold very quickly in this weather."
"Yes."
The carriage quietened down, so Laing shifted his attention to other things. He understood why Mount Hodaran was less dangerous. It was because the place was too flat and open. In clear weather, Laing could easily see everything within a few thousand meters. The bandits and Magical Beasts had nowhere to hide because the entire mountain range was covered in meadows and snow.
The bandits and Orcs couldn't defeat the Humans in a frontal battle. They relied on ambushes and sneak attacks to attack the supply lines and sever the Humans' defense line. In such an open environment, the safety of the Merchant Band wasn't a problem.
The White Wolf Knight made use of this opportunity to consider his next move.
Laing was a history buff in his previous life. He had read many books, and the background of this world was similar to the West Magic books he had read. Swords and Mana, blood and fire, and the feudal system of the Middle Ages formed this world.
However, this was different from the books he had read. Laing understood the settings of "The Lord of the Rings" and "D&D".
The world of the Lord of the Rings was interesting. It was a low-magic world. It seemed that the forces of Order had always been suppressed by the forces of Evil, and the Humans' King's City was also under siege. It seemed that after countless impossible efforts, the Lord of the Rings' team finally defeated the evil Sauron.
However, if one had read the original novel, one would know that it wasn't the case.
The main character's enemy, Sauron, was the ultimate BOSS of Middle Earth. However, he was merely the second-in-command of the real BOSS, Morgoth. Morgoth was merely one of the more powerful Gods (known as Valar in The Lord of the Rings). His power was limited, and he was never as strong as the Father of All (the Father of All was the strongest, and his power was limitless).
Therefore, in summary, it could be described in simple and easy to understand terms.
Gandalf: Just like Father God, will Aragorn roar as the Emperor?
Like: Roar!
Gandalf: Do the Valar support him too?
Just like: Of course!
That was why the Fellowship of the Rings always came back from the jaws of death. That was why countless forces always did their best to help them, because Aragorn's future as the Lord of the Rings was decided by the Assembly of the Gods. Even if Gandalf died in the battle with the Balrog, which led to an accident, Roar could even directly activate a cheat, allowing him to revive with full health and upgrade to the White Robe.
It seemed that they were panicking, but in fact, they were as steady as an old dog. With the support of Roar and most of the Vala, the Order had the upper hand. Even if the situation was irreversible, Roar would still come out to clean up the mess. (In fact, there was nothing in the Lord of the Rings that could threaten Roar. Even the final battle of Morgoth could not force the One God out.)
The backstory of D&D was more chaotic. In the lower planes, there were places like the Bottomless Abyss and the Nine Hells. It seemed that the evil side was incomparably powerful, and the Order side and the Evil side each had half the sky.
That was only on the surface. Laing knew that the Order side was actually much more powerful than the Evil side. The higher creatures and gods in the upper planes just wanted to keep the evil forces out of sight, so they drove the evil forces into the lower planes. As long as they thought it was necessary, the evil forces would still not be able to cause any trouble. The angels of Seven Hills Paradise had once slaughtered their way through the Bottomless Abyss, and the Nine Hells were just a contract. In the backstory of D&D, there were often plots of some nameless adventurers defeating the powerful demons in the Abyss. There was even a plot where a team of paladins occupied an entire level of the Abyss and became the ruler.
However, compared to the Lord of the Rings, although the Supreme Gods in D&D were very powerful, they were not completely invincible. There were gods who were very close to the Supreme Gods, but they later tired of their duties, so they gave up (the ancient god of death, Jaeger). There were also some who had an accident that caused their strength to be greatly reduced, and finally, they were successfully reincarnated (the first Goddess of Magic).
Unlike the Lord of the Rings, D&D was a world of high magic. When the gods were angry, they could destroy a country with just a thought. No matter how many cushions there were, it was useless to the gods.
This world was completely different.
As a White Wolf Knight, Laing had been to White Wolf City and read the White Wolf Sacred Book, which recorded a lot of history. When the first Chaos invaded, the White Wolf God of War had personally descended to the mortal world to fight against the army of Chaos. According to the Sacred Book, Yuric was holding a war hammer, wearing a silver-gray White Wolf cloak and a full set of divine armor. He led his White Wolf Holy Spirit Knights and rushed into the army of Chaos. Yuric himself killed as many as 30 Chaos Champions and Demon Princes. He also took the heads of more than 500 Chaos Warriors and countless low-level soldiers. The Sacred Book described Yuric's existence as "invincible, as powerful as white flames burning the earth in midwinter."
He was indeed very powerful, but that was all. Compared to the gods in D&D who could easily destroy a city, the strength of the White Wolf God of War could be said to be very weak. It was so weak that it was beyond Laing's imagination. Even so, the White Wolf God of War could be regarded as one of the best war gods among the human gods.
The White Wolf God of War was a god who hated lies and deception, so his followers should not talk nonsense in the Sacred Book. This data should be basically true, so Laing had to infer a conclusion.
The gods in this world were far weaker than he had imagined.
During the first Chaos invasion, Charlemagne had gathered almost all the Allied Forces of Order on the continent except for the elves, including several gods and their Holy Spirit Army. Even so, the Allied Forces of Order were almost forced into a desperate situation.
Moreover, the one who killed Moka, the chosen one of Chaos, was not a god, but Charlemagne, the leader of the human race. From this, three inferences could be inferred.
First, Moka was very powerful. The power of the gods was not enough to kill Moka directly.
Second, Charlemagne's power was comparable to that of the gods, or even stronger.
Third, the Four Gods of Chaos did not appear.
So Laing could only conclude that in this world, the power of evil was stronger than the power of Order, and not just a little bit stronger.
"Mr. Laing?"
Really … I seem to have been involved in a huge cage. My fate is either to defend myself, eliminate the evil, and finally escape, or die with this cage.
"Mr. Laing?"
First, in this world, it was impossible to fight against Chaos by taking risks. He had to find a way to get his own territory, and then work hard to find a way to climb up in the extremely conservative and autistic aristocratic system of the Middle Ages.
"Mr. Laing!" The voice from the outside brought Laing back to reality. Laing's slack blue pupils refocused. "What's the matter?"
It was Roste. The barbarian looked at Laing curiously. "Mr. Laing, are you thinking?"
"Yes, there are some things that are bothering me." Laing deliberately sighed. "I'm thinking that there's only one female mercenary in the caravan. How do these men deal with each other?"
"Hahahaha! Mr. Laing, you don't have to worry about that. The mercenaries, and even us, have our old lovers. "Roste laughed heartily, his braids and beard swaying." Let's not talk about other things. I have an old lover in Winterfell. She has a good figure and good looks. We've been friends for many years. She only costs twenty silver denars each time, and every time I go to Winterfell, I have to spend the night with her! "
"Hahahaha! That's nothing, Roste. I've met a bard before. When he stays overnight, his old lover pays for his meals and accommodation. She even pays him back!" Laing smirked. He gestured with his hands. "That's why, Roste, when can you get your old lover to pay you back? That's what you're capable of!"
"Ah, that's impossible. The last time I went to Winterfell, I found her gone. She didn't even leave me a message. I asked the boss, and she said she's earned enough money. She wants to find a merchant to marry and spend the rest of her life with!" Roste scratched the back of his head. "It takes many years to cultivate an old lover. I can't do it."
"Don't be in such a hurry to find one among the humans." Laing blinked. "Why don't you try a female Nightstalker?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the curtains of the carriage beside him opened. An ice spear thicker than a tree branch shot out from the carriage and headed straight for Laing's head. "Shut your mouth! Laing! "
"Oh! Heavens! " Instinctively, Roste leapt off his horse and landed on the soft meadow where he rolled a few times. When he looked up, he saw Ryan casually extending a finger and flicking it in the air. The ice spear bounced off and landed in the meadow beside him. "Eavesdropping isn't a good habit. What you need most now is rest."
"I don't mind men talking about this, but please stay away. Don't talk about it next to my carriage!" The sorceress's beautiful face appeared from behind the curtains. "Or, Laing, is your interest in the Nightstalker so great that you want everyone to know about her? Do you want me to talk to Lord Norman about this? "
Female Night Demons weren't demons. They were creatures that resembled fairies from the forest. They had goat-like feet and hooves, and apart from that, they had the appearance of a beautiful human female. They lived by absorbing the essence of men.
"Alright, let's not talk about this. Teresa, I think our journey is quite interesting." Laing was riding close to the carriage. He noticed that the mercenary was no longer in the carriage, so he said, "I remember a martial … knight novel I read. In it, the main character's mentor is called Anno."
“unknown？ Anonymous? "The sorceress was puzzled." There's someone with that name? "
"Anyway, in that story, the main character's mentor is Anno, the number one knight in the continent. But his performance in the story is always lackluster because he's always in bad shape."
"Bad shape? Can you be more specific? "
"He's appeared in several important battles, but he's never won. If he's not poisoned by his opponents, he's not in the mood to fight against his former comrades, or his old injuries have relapsed. He's the number one knight in the continent, but he's never shown his strength. He's always losing to small fries." Laing's face was a little disdainful. "But in the book, the author kept emphasizing that he's the number one knight in the continent. It's quite ironic."
"Are you saying that I'm always in bad shape?!" The sorceress quickly made the connection.
"No. What I want to say is that in many cases, you can't fight in your best condition, so you have to get used to saving and conserving your magic power as much as possible. Don't waste it on bickering with me." Laing looked at Teresa's face. "Lady Aurora should have told you the consequences of using magic casually in the town."
"I know." The sorceress was not feeling well. She also knew that she was in the wrong and did not want to argue with the man.
After a little lecture, Laing's face softened. "Are you feeling better?"
"I'm okay. I'm going to meditate."
"Okay, I won't disturb you." Laing did not want to argue with the sorceress. Her emotions were unstable, so it was better to talk less. And according to experience, a day's rest could relieve her pain to a great extent … Maybe.
When the sun slowly set in the west, the caravan had also climbed over the top of Mount Hodaran. Laing rode to the middle of the caravan. "Mr. Oliver, where are we going to camp tonight?"
"There's a relatively flat area in the valley. We'll camp there tonight," Oliver replied. "By the way, Mr. Laing, you came from the back of the caravan. Did you see Eyke?"
"No." Laing shook his head.
"That's strange. Where did Eyke go?"
Just as the two were looking at each other in confusion, roars came from the distance. The roars were so loud that Laing could feel the ground shaking.
"Roar!"
The roars came from the east.
"Draw your swords! Draw your swords! Prepare for battle! " Laing roared. Everyone in the caravan stopped in their tracks. The sound of swords being unsheathed echoed in the valley.
Rapid footsteps came from afar. Eyke's figure was in a mess. His armor was damaged and deformed in many places. He ran towards the caravan in panic. "It's a bear spirit! Heavens, there's a bear spirit here! "
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