Kislöw, a country of ice and snow. It was the northernmost country of the Old World's human civilization.
The place was shrouded in snow all year round. The way people distinguished the seasons was by looking at whether the snow outside was heavier or lighter. The days here were short and sometimes long. Mrs. Kiesler and the Ugor people who lived here always had to race against time to carry out their daily activities. When the day passed and night fell, no one dared to stay in the wilderness. Even the Essun priests who were blessed by the Bear God Essun or the brave and invincible winged cavalry would choose to stay behind the high walls of the town as long as they had the choice.
The desolation of the land made it so that there was no place for farming in the whole of Kislev, except for a few pieces of land blessed and enchanted by the Ice Witches. Fishing and hunting were the main source of food here, and high-calorie food became Madam Kislev's favorite. The permanent shortage of supplies made it so that the people of the whole country could hardly fill their stomachs even after working hard for a year, not to mention the endless threats from the wild.
Many people thought that no one would be willing to come to such a place.
On the contrary, however, Kislef probably had the largest number of mercenaries, with the exception of Tyrell.
That was because the merchants and nobles of the foreign lands always needed a large number of people to ensure their safety.
But apart from that, Kislöw had an even more attractive place.
It was a land beyond the law and a place of wealth.
Here, countless death row prisoners could find a place for themselves. The Empire's pursuers would give up on chasing these prisoners after reaching the border of Kislöw. This allowed many criminals who didn't want to be hanged to find a place to stay. Mercenaries and bounty hunters who craved wealth and glory came to this snowy country in waves. They were very interested in the location of the tombs of the Chaos warlords and the ancient dwarven fortresses.
At the same time, only the truly brave would attempt to cross the Linsk River and enter the Troll Kingdom. This land was even scarier than the extremely dangerous Kislev. Here, countless evil creatures that were distorted by Chaos and the endless stream of northern barbarians roamed this land. Adventurers and mercenaries who weren't skilled enough would vanish from the vast icy plains in just a few days. Even if they didn't encounter any battles, the winds of Chaos that blew from the northern wastelands would be mixed with the whispers and curses of the Evil Gods of Chaos. This was enough to drive a normal person crazy in just a few months or even weeks.
However, the rewards of adventuring in the troll country were unbelievably rich.
The troll kingdom was littered with the tombs of Chaos champions and ancient human warriors. Countless treasures were buried with them, waiting for their new owners. Many abandoned dwarven temples still preserved vibranium and mithril, as well as runes that were so ancient that they had almost been forgotten. There was an inexhaustible supply of minerals, gold, silver, gemstones, and even precious magical gemstones. Some lucky ones would even find a weapon or armor forged from mysterious runes! Those were priceless treasures!
Therefore, when people talked about exploring the troll country, they would always be full of envy and admiration. According to the reliable findings of the female Tsar Katarina's men, 90% of the adventurers who returned from the troll country made a fortune or even more!
A 90% success rate! And it was an astonishingly high rate of return!
This was the troll country to the north of Kislöw, a paradise for opportunists and adventurers!
On the day when winter was about to arrive, two adventurers returned from the troll country near the Linsk River. These two adventurers were obviously of high status. Otherwise, Kislöw wouldn't have sent four winged cavalry to meet them at the Linsk River.
However, what they waited for was a loud bang.
"Boom!" A ten-meter-tall giant fell to the ground with a loud bang. The giant's face still had a hint of unwillingness before his death.
A 1.6-meter-long Frost Sword stabbed into his head, killing him in one blow.
The winged cavalry looked at each other. A giant died just like that?!
The bone-chilling north wind mixed with the wind and snow blew on the face of the leading winged cavalry. This winged cavalry general was named Kukov. He and his winged cavalry unit belonged to the port city of Örengrád, which was one of the three places in the Kingdom of Kislöw that could be called cities.
The other three winged cavalry were a little anxious. After all, they received orders to meet the newcomers here. If something happened to the newcomers, they would definitely bear a huge responsibility.
"Calm down!" General Kukov frowned. This soldier had a beautiful mustache. He tried his best to look into the distance.
As the general of the winged cavalry, Kukov had once served the Kurfürst as a mercenary in the Empire. What he hated the most was the endless Black Forest in the Empire. In the Empire, the sky was always covered by trees and there was no daylight. In Kislöw, the view was always wider. Although this made Kukov feel small, he still insisted on not interfering.
Adventurers who could return from the troll country unscathed were all great warriors! And warriors always had dignity. They would definitely not like others interfering.
Two silhouettes gradually appeared in the dense snowstorm.
The first figure was about 1.8 meters tall. He wore a bearskin hat with many colorful feathers on it. A mithril full-body armor protected his body. The family crest of a red bull and an iron cross carved in the middle of the black and white shield of the Auster Family indicated his identity. He had a huge bull cape on his back. Two short muskets and a sharp steel longsword hung at his waist. He carried the shield on his back.
Even though he was wearing such thick clothes, the newcomer still breathed out cold air in the extremely cold environment. He said rather proudly, "What a cold weather. Damn it. I originally thought that winter in Wolfin was cold enough, but after entering the troll country, I realized how cold the temperature here is. What do you think? Mentor? "
"Oh? Is that so? I feel that I can feel the warmth of home in this place. " The second person appeared in the wind and snow. "That's great. It would be even better if it was a little colder, just like Asaheim."
The mentor was very tall, at least 2.6 meters tall. His long blonde hair was tied into a braid, and the long hair on both sides was tied into many small braids that hung down to his left shoulder. He only wore a rather shabby full-body armor, with wolf fangs and wolf skulls strung together with ropes hanging on his chest. His face looked like the most ferocious northern barbarians. He had an unruly wildness and a high nose bridge. His wolf-like eyes carried a sense of teaching. His cape was also made of wolf skin, and on it was a carving of a giant wolf galloping among the stars. "Stay alert, Oleg. Danger is everywhere. You can't relax before you return home!"
"Yes! Mentor, but I think I have to admit that I miss my wife and the wine in the wine cellar in Wolfin very much! " Oleg von Rukov subconsciously expressed his approval, and then said in a teasing tone, "I will follow your teachings!"
"Hahahaha …" The mentor let out a rough laugh. His voice sounded as rough and malicious as a wolf, but it exuded endless pleasure and heroism. "That's right! Nothing can soothe a warrior's heart more than women, wine, and a warm fireplace! "
"Hahahahaha …" The mentor and disciple laughed indifferently in the wilderness. The mentor reached out and grabbed the Frost Blade that was stuck in the giant's face. He spat, kicked the giant away, and put away the long sword.
The four winged cavalry were relieved. General Kukov patted his horse and stepped forward. "Hello, Baron Oleg, and Lord Wolf of Wolfin, we have received your signal and are here to welcome you!"
“？” The mentor's movements paused. He shouted at his disciple rather discontentedly, "What's the matter?! Oleg, didn't I tell you that only you can complete the Moka Trial alone?! "
"I did complete it alone! Mentor, I just sent the message to my father after completing the Moka Trial, and asked him to send someone to pick us up! " Oleg hurriedly explained, "This is my father's will. I am his eldest son and the first successor! Do you know how much effort it took me to get my father to agree to let me participate in this trial with you?! "
"… So obedient to your father?" The mentor's anger came and went quickly. He was still angry just now, but he immediately became amiable. He reached out and patted Oleg on the shoulder and smiled. "Hey, that's right. It's right to listen to your father. It seems that our meeting was not a coincidence. I also listen to my father very much."
Oleg let out a sigh of relief. His mentor was indeed a bit temperamental, but fortunately, he was born with the forthright attitude of a northern man, and was not too difficult to get along with.
The four winged cavalry and the mentor walked together towards the south. They quickly crossed the Linsk River. The mentor could clearly feel that everyone was relieved after successfully crossing the Linsk River.
Was the north of the river so dangerous in these people's hearts? The mentor smiled rather carelessly, revealing the sharp fangs in his mouth.
The humans in this world were still very tenacious. The people of Ugor, Mrs. Kiesler, and the people of the Empire. Just for this point, they were worthy of respect.
After the group crossed the river, the sky was already dark. The bone-chilling north wind was blowing on everyone's body. Even the strongest winged cavalry was shivering from the cold. They took out the map, carefully identified the direction, and then moved along the wilderness road that was covered with snow everywhere.
Finally, when the sun was about to set, the group arrived in front of a small Kislöw village. The village was built not far from a coniferous forest by a frozen river. The walls made of large logs made everyone feel a sense of belonging. The village was close to a small hill, and inside it were neatly arranged and crowded houses. There was also a large house with a pointed roof painted red in the center.
It was already late, and the gate of the village was tightly shut. On the gate, the fierce-looking Mrs. Kiesler was using a longbow and a spear to prepare for these uninvited guests. However, as the group approached, the winged cavalry's iconic wings made them let go of their hostility. On the gate, a Mrs. Kiesler shouted at them, "Priwett?"
General Kukov also shouted, "Zdrastev!"
Both sides shouted a few more words in Kislöw, and the guards nodded. Oleg and his mentor both heard the gate creak open and the door behind it being removed. The gate slowly opened outwards, sweeping away the thick pile of snow in front of it.
"Let's stay here tonight, Mr. Oleg, Mr. Wolf," General Kukov said. "The wind and snow outside are too heavy. It's too dangerous in the wilderness. Rational people know that we should hide behind the wall at this time."
"Maybe." The mentor did not think much of it, but he did not object.
Not long after they entered the village, the gate of the village slammed shut. In Kislöw, raiders from Noska or Kurgan were commonplace to the people here, and worse things often appeared. The people here were ready to fight at any time.
The shacks and barns were covered by snow, and the ground in the village was frozen hard with shallow ruts. General Kukov told the two that they needed to enter the central house to pay their respects to the "Poillé" of the village, and then the Poillé would provide them with free food and a place to rest.
This was the rule of Kislöw, and also Mrs. Kiesler's character. She was pragmatic, serious, tenacious, and not likable.
Obviously, the mentor rejected this proposal. He took out the heads of five Chaos Champions and said, "Is this enough? If the Poyer you speak of is as good as this, then he deserves my respect! "
General Kukov and Oleg both knew Mr. Wolf's temper. They admired him, but they also felt helpless. They could only take these heads in.
After ten minutes, the gate of the central hall opened, and the Poillé of the village came out to greet the guests warmly. He was a burly man with long braided hair, an axe at his waist, and a thick beard. He warmly shook hands with the mentor and Oleg, talking non-stop, and then led them into the door.
A wave of heat hit him in the face. A sumptuous meal had been prepared in the hall. Dalieba, red vegetable soup, delicious roasted meat, and two stoves were simmering with meat soup. The crackling flames illuminated the walls of the hall into a light yellow color.
The men and women of Kislöw warmly welcomed the guests. They danced, and some people played harps and lutes, singing the story of the human hero and the female Tsar.
The mentor and Oleg sat on one side of the long table. The waiter served them a large glass of hummus, and then a large glass of Kislöw vodka. The mentor grabbed the vodka and drank it all. The hot liquid burned his mouth and esophagus, making him cry out in joy.
"Hoo …" Oleg also drank a glass of vodka, and then he was speechless because of the spiciness. Even so, the legitimate son of the Kurfürst finally felt the warmth of human beings and home. He coughed a few times and said, "After spending more than a year in the Troll Kingdom, I almost forgot the feeling of home. I almost thought that every place in the world was the same as the Troll Kingdom, with only desolation, snow, weeds, and the endless sky."
"More than a year?" The mentor sneered. He immediately poured himself a large glass of vodka, and then picked up a half-cooked pig leg and gnawed on it. "It's only been more than a year, and you think it's hard?"
"What's wrong, mentor? Isn't it hard enough?" Oleg grumbled in dissatisfaction as the alcohol kicked in.
"… If I said that I slaughtered hundreds of thousands of Chaos Demons in the subspace all by myself and spent thousands of years to get here, would you believe me?" A trace of reminiscence appeared on the mentor's face, and then it disappeared. He chewed on the pig leg and tasted the delicious food.
"Mentor! I know you're strong, very strong, but you're bragging too much! "Oleg lowered his head and ate a piece of lamb chop. He was speechless." I don't believe it! "
"Hehe, I don't believe it either." The mentor did not care and laughed. Anyone would think that he was making a bad joke.
Yes, a bad joke.
A bad joke from my father.
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