The cold winter season that has come in a hurry has made the temperature in the northern part of the kingdom colder, especially in the areas close to the Lenver Mountains, where the howling cold winds are everywhere, freezing everything.

Halfway through the mountain, the cold wind blew up the fine blonde hair. Modrian looked at the dilapidated guard post in front of him in surprise. The collapsed earth-rammed city wall was gradually repaired after four figures continued to appear.

A mage?

Such an idea suddenly popped up in Modrian's mind. He didn't expect that the four war stonemasons summoned this time were all engineers who were biased towards the mage system.

If it were the name of Kaladimos Continent, it would be an auxiliary earth-type mage.

Modri ​​quietly looked at the busy four war stonemasons. The rammed earth-rammed city wall stood out outside the post under the effect of spell effects. This was the second time he saw the spell effect. In the memory fragments, it was different from the power system of the knight.

The mage is a rare extraordinary profession on the Kaladimos continent. Compared with the knights' discovery of the body, they are more focused on the accumulation of knowledge and the development of spiritual aspects.

In the mage system, mages can rely on their own spiritual power and knowledge to leverage the active energy factor of the world.

Even with enough knowledge accumulation and spiritual power that can be carried, they can cast terrifying powers that change the natural environment, or change the end of a war.

This is a group of noble and knowledgeable wise men who pursue the truth of the world with a paranoid personality. Therefore, there are very few people who have the talent to become a wizard, but all of them are favored by the world.

After putting away his thoughts, Modrian recalled the magic effect he saw for the first time. It was when Dryus killed the glorious knight of the Jeffrey family. The ice shield released by the death of the person who was facing death was derived from the fixed spell of magic items.

"Perhaps, many people never thought that I would come to Irvingdale alive!" Modrian looked at Dryus beside him, and there was a faint smell of blood lingering between his nose.

"I'm very disappointed? Don't worry, I will still live well and live like you hate!"

The soft whisper slowly dissipated halfway up the mountain with the howling cold wind.

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A crescent moon hangs in the air, and a faint moon halo reflects the pale snow. Several shadows appear under the hazy treetops, crouching like a wild beast, as if looking for something.

The quiet night, except for the howling cold wind, occasionally whispers sounded, talking about their own exploration and harvest until they saw a little bit of solidified blood staining the snow.

The sound of rapid and chaotic footsteps disturbed the gentle quiet night, with shadows clustering beside a clearing. What caught my eye was the falling leaves falling in the blood of the large beach frozen like a stream, and three broken corpses entangled with several broken oak trees.

"Dead?"

The tall figure was wearing a dark blue cloak, the chain armored war horse underneath the straddle trembled slightly, and the front hooves were restlessly stomping on the snow, and a cold and low voice sounded at the right time.

"Yes, Chief Maltz, three sergeant, have the strength of a knight attendant, and they are all killed by the opponent's attack."

There were five figures half-kneeling on the pale snow, allowing the cold wind to whistle and blow, without any effect.

"In addition to our sentry detectives, our subordinates also found another sentry detective from a force not far away, and they are also dead."

"interesting!"

A tall man called Maltz was teasing a blue jackdaw on his shoulder. After hearing the words of his subordinates, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his cold face.

"It seems that there are other forces who are interested in the target, but the guy next to the target is good and has the extraordinary power to enter the knight, which is indeed worth my attack."

hiss!

The sound of blood and blood shredding sounded. Martzwells frowned and looked down at the blue jackdaw. His thin body shook slightly and told him that his patience had been wiped out by hunger. A trace of blood flowed on the bird's beak, and a piece of flesh and blood on his shoulder disappeared, revealing a red wound.

"Hungry? Then go and enjoy the food."

Jackdaws, one of the carnivorous birds unique to the northern part of the Stock Kingdom, is extremely cunning in cold areas all year round, and likes carnivorous, especially corpses that have just died.

"Add to arrange, all the sermons will scatter, and be sure to find the trace of the target." Martzwells said coldly as he watched the jackdaws flying spread their wings disappear into the night.

"Yes, Chief Maltz!" replied respectfully, and immediately led his subordinates to disappear into the snow.

A quiet atmosphere lingered around Maltz. He quietly lowered his head and took out a rough silver necklace from his neck. A trace of warmth flashed through his cold eyes.

"The Jeffrey family, I hope your promise is effective. I have prayed many times, if I disappoint me again......"

The faint moonlight filled the night. From when, dozens of blue shadows were like running wolves passing through the vast snow, and they were looking for traces of leftovers in a purposeful manner.

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The dim magic lights shone, and a hunched old figure pounced on the heavy desk and copied something. A few parchment paper was scattered on the table, and dense words were covered with leather.

Putting down the black quill and blowing the undried ink marks, the old man massaged his tired eyes and carefully browsed the translated parchment information.

"Modrian Perris, the pioneer knight, comes from the Perris family of the Stoke Kingdom... Hum?"

The old man seemed to have seen some surprising information, and found the opened one from the scattered parchment paper, and silently compared the content.

"It's indeed that Brook Perris, the controller of the Scarlet Shield Legion, who has repeatedly blocked the empire's military operations deep into the hinterland." The old man's eyes were a little more hatred, and he remembered the memories of the passing years.

"I didn't expect your descendants to come to Irvingdale to explore the territory. Did the titled territory not satisfy your desires?"

The old hands carefully rolled up the parchment paper, and the wrinkled skin looked white and transparent under the light, and the old man showed an inexplicable smile.

"But I don't have to do it anymore. Haha, the Jeffrey family invited the Wolf Thieves and Jackdaw to do it. This is a big deal. I think you will hear bad news soon, just like the door of our soul-breaking sadness."

Jackdaw, one of the most powerful wolf thieves in the northern part of the Stoke Kingdom, is synonymous with cruelty and killing. They are in groups, scattered in the cold territory of the north. All merchants and travelers who are targeted have never escaped the fate of death.

The rumored leader of Jackdaw, Maltswells, has a cruel and vicious personality. He is an extraordinary knight. He has been in the knight stage for many years and is good at raising birds and jackdaws.

It can be said that Jackdaw resounded completely in the northern part of the Chestok Kingdom with his reputation as Martzwells. The character of the leader determined that the temperament of this wolf thief team was cold and bloodthirsty, but they created many sensational and cruel incidents.
Chapter completed!