Chapter 309: Hildur's lobbying, Mad God's temple, the princess's visit

Ice sea.

On the pale coastline, the withered skeleton of an ancient sea monster lay, fifty meters long, its huge skeleton covered in snow, its empty eye sockets facing the thousands of miles of frozen sea.

Hildre and Sora stood on a high cliff, overlooking the corpse of the giant beast. The shock of the huge monster came towards them, and they exhaled a deep breath of cold mist.

"This should be an emperor-level monster, the Emperor Ancient Abyss Whale. It was accidentally stranded. Its body became immortal after death and was left here by the local tribe for worship." Sora speculated.

The Emperor Ancient Abyss Whale is an ancient magical beast that has survived from the old era to the present day.

The cub is born with imperial blood and can be promoted to emperor level as soon as he reaches adulthood, hence the name emperor.

However, even the Emperor Ancient Whale, which roams the world, is at risk of accidentally falling before the mighty power of nature.

Hildre stopped and stared for a long time, then said, "Ahead is Stone Spear Beach, the troll tribe's encampment. Let's go over and pay a visit... wait until we have a clear look before deciding whether to take action."

Sora nodded.

The cold wind howled, scraping across the cheeks of the Asian dragons like a blade. Sora, who grew up in the warm southern continent, has become accustomed to the harsh climate of the north after the scales on his face cracked and fell off repeatedly. His face has grown even rougher iron-gray scales.

Sora felt helpless about this... Gods, she was a famous beauty in her hometown, the Great Swamp, with delicate scales that made others envious, but now she was almost blown into a dried snake by the wind!

It is extremely difficult to fly in the harsh weather in the North. In order to take care of Sora, Hildreth chose to walk through the waist-deep snowfield.

In the snowy plains, even the most skilled hunters would inevitably leave a trail of deep trenches behind them. However, Sora and Hilde had learned at the Wolf School how to walk in the snow without leaving footprints. They were as agile as wolves, gliding through the blizzard. A camp standing on the Gobi Desert appeared before them.

The cliffs of the glacier towered up into the sky on both sides of the camp. The dark blue ice walls seemed to be squeezing in from both sides. There were animal-skin tents and simple houses made of wooden boards, seal skins and stone bricks on the Gobi Desert. It was obvious that the tribe had been stationed here for some time.

In the very center of the camp, there was a huge pot with indistinguishable ingredients stewing in it, emitting hot steam. Next to it, a big troll was taking out frosted pieces of meat from a leather bag and throwing them into the pot one by one.

"Ibex, mammoth ribs, and frozen seal blubber..."

Hildre stood on the cliff and looked into the distance. Her sharp eagle eyes penetrated the wind and snow, and there was a hint of surprise in her tone: "These trolls are quite good at eating."

Trolls are cannibals, but Hilde did not find any suspicious food.

I guess it's just as the rumors say, the new Troll King has implemented a new policy within the tribe and no longer allows the tribe to practice cannibalism.

"It seems we have just run into the trolls' meal time." Sora said, "Lord Hirud, should we go in directly?"

"Wait a little longer." Hildreth said, "Only the chief is qualified to be the first to enjoy the delicacy."

In the large camp in the center, the animal skin tent was lifted up by a big hand, and a troll with blue skin and muscles like rocks walked out with a bent back. A red beard sprouted from under its fanged face, and a warm smile was on its face.

It was Yeats' old acquaintance, Ogg the Troll! Ogg the Troll, carrying a large ice hammer on his back, took a pot of steaming hot stew from the troll in charge of the cooking. At this time, two young trolls ran out from the crowd waiting for the meal and hugged Ogg's legs.

Oger laughed loudly, and his laughter echoed on the ice wall and even reached the top of the cliff. He patted the two trolls on the head and drove the two young men to the team. Then he let the troll in charge of cooking start distributing food.

Hildre secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

People change, and trolls are no exception.

Ogg went from being an abandoned child in troll society to becoming the king of the troll tribe. Hilde is not sure if he is still the same as before.

At this moment, Oger's image and memory gradually overlapped. Hildreth felt fortunate and whispered:

"Yeats has one less rival and one more friend."

"Lord Hildreth, how do we convey the message to Duke Yeats's friends?" Sora asked.

Hildreda stretched out his hand towards the sky, and an eagle hovering in the sky was covered by the spell "Animal Messenger" and consciously landed on Hildreda's raised arm.

Taking out the letter that had been written long ago, Hildreth tied the letter to the eagle's claws, then gently patted its wings. The eagle spread its wings and flew towards the camp.

The center of the camp.

Behind Oger, a witch doctor named Wall, whose blue skin was covered with tattoos and whose expression was grim and who was carrying a snake staff, said indifferently:

"You are the king now, Og. You should be more restrained when you laugh, or it will damage your prestige."

"But, didn't you see? When I smile, everyone's tense expressions will relax."

Og stroked his red beard, his eyes flickering, and said:

"The weather is really too cold. People die every day because of the cold. And laughter has temperature, Voge."

"The colder it is, the louder you should laugh. This way you can warm your body and fight the cold winter!" Oger said seriously.

Witch doctor Wall looked at Og, was silent for a long time, and sighed softly:

"I don't know where you learned your philosophy of life. It's the same as those optimists of humans."

“It’s not optimism, it’s courage!”

Og grinned and said, "A human friend of Og told me that we should face difficulties with a smile!"

"Which human friend?" Witch Doctor Wall frowned and asked, "Do I know him?"

"Yeats."

Oger couldn't forget this name, and said happily:

"He is also the poet chosen by the goddess of art!"

Witch doctor Wall no longer had much impression of Yeats, but when he heard that he was the poet chosen by God, the corresponding information immediately emerged in his mind.

Yeats Browndy, the Duke of Honeysuckle, is said to be a five-ring hero!

Any hero in the Midgard continent is not to be underestimated. Ye Zhi has shown his prowess in recent days. Even the witch doctors in the northern border have heard that the Golden Lion Kingdom has just crowned a new duke.

"The Duke in human society is actually your friend." Wall said incredulously, "Why haven't I heard you talk about him before?"

"You two have met before, maybe you forgot." Oger scratched his head, "He was kind to me, Oger will not forget friends who are good to Oger..."

At this time, an eagle spread its wings and flew over and landed on the top of the tent.

Oger's eyes lit up, and he was just thinking about having a snack, but Wall was quick to stop him.

"Wait, there's a letter tied to the claw!" Wall shouted, "Take it off and have a look!"

Oger was stunned for a moment, took off the letter tied to the eagle's claws, unfolded the parchment, looked at it for a moment, and said happily:

"Wal, we have guests coming here!"

"Guest?!" Wall looked stunned.

At the entrance of the camp, Oger personally went out to greet the arrival of Hildre and Sora.

Wall was wondering why there were guests in the troll tribe. When he looked up, he saw a red-haired woman in an eagle helmet standing in the snow and was secretly shocked.

——Stay away from red-haired humans. This is a warning passed down from ancient times in the tribe! "I remember you. You are Yeats' friend." Oger raised his arm and said with a smile, "Yeats' friends are Oger's friends!"

Hild nodded slightly and said, "King of the Trolls, I came here for a matter... This matter concerns Ye Zhi, so I hope you can help me."

Oger's smile gradually faded, his expression became serious, and he nodded slowly.

"Yeats helped Og and Og's mother." Og said, "If you can help me, just ask!"

In the tent, skulls of giant beasts and sea monsters were hung on the wall, and blankets made of animal skins and moss were spread on the ground. Ogg sat on the ground, and Hildreth followed the local customs and inquired about the movements of Grim Stormhammer and the orc army.

"Glem...Ogg has seen that guy, a despicable orc!"

Oger frowned and said, "He and his tribe stole our prey. It was obviously us who targeted the mammoth first!"

Talking about this, Oger still feels a little indignant.

Hildreth then asked about Grimm's alliance plan.

Ogg said that Grim had found him and promised to give the troll tribe enough food to keep them from starving for the entire winter, but Ogg flatly refused.

"Humph, Grim's words cannot be trusted. That cunning fellow has been talking about how warm and rich the land south of the mountains is, instigating other tribes to cross the mountains with him and attack the south."

Oger scratched his bald head and said frankly:

"But Grim didn't mention how many lives would be sacrificed in crossing the mountains, and he didn't care at all... Moreover, even if we crossed the mountains, we might not be able to find food. His promise was simply a lie, and even Og could see that!"

After hearing what Og said, Hilde pondered for a moment and thought, it seems that Og doesn't know that the south of the Absolute Mountains is Ye Zhi's territory.

"Ogg... South of the Absolute Mountains is the Morning Frost Ridge, and the Morning Frost Ridge is Ye Zhi's territory."

Hildurde said: "If the orc coalition forces launch an attack, Ye Zhi and his subjects will be the first to bear the brunt."

Oger's eyes widened. "What? Morning Frost Ridge is Ye Zhi's territory!"

The Beastmen Tribe knew very little about the fiefdoms and corresponding lords of the Golden Lion Kingdom. After all, the feudal system and the tribal system were very different. Even the witch doctor Wall would be confused by the complicated names of human territories.

Sitting next to Oger, Wall heard what Hilde said and first doubted its credibility. Then he thought it was not good... South of the Absolute Mountains was the territory of the Duke of Honeysuckle, which almost cut off the tribe's hope of migrating south!

Hild nodded and said, "On the one hand, I don't want you to meet Ye Zhi on the battlefield, so I suggest you not to join Grimm's alliance..."

"On the other hand, Ye Zhi's strength is far beyond what Gleim can contend with now."

As if stating a fact, Hildreth said, "When the swords are drawn, that will be Grim's death. The tribes that ally with Grim will not have a good ending."

Oger stroked his chin with his large hand, nodding as he thought.

"I heard that Grim is already a five-ring hero and has gained the power of ancient witchcraft."

At this time, the witch doctor Wall interrupted and questioned in fluent Northern dialect: "The Duke of Honeysuckle is indeed famous, but to say that he can easily defeat Grim is too much of an underestimation of the power of the tribe, isn't it?"

Hildreth did not comment, but slowly stood up, looked at the giant sword handed to her by Sora, and then slowly placed her five fingers on the hilt.

The moment she grasped the sword in the tree, a heroic will as powerful as a substance, like the authority that looked down upon the world, swept from her body to the surroundings, causing Wall's face to turn ashen.

This king-like sense of oppression! She definitely has the blood of the Red-haired King flowing in her body! In the past year, Oger inherited the throne of the Troll King. His blood power as a royal troll was successfully awakened, making him already have the strength of the peak of the fourth ring.

Facing the will of Hildurd, Og's face was somewhat solemn. He forcibly withstood the tremendous pressure, protected Wall in front of him, and said in a rough voice: "Please put away your weapons, my friend."

Hildreth loosened his grip on the hilt, and the pressure in the room dissipated. Oger and Wall breathed a sigh of relief, but Hildreth apologized calmly, saying, "I'm sorry... I just wanted to show one fact, that is, as a Five Rings, I have a strict and accurate judgment of the strength of others."

“I know Yeats’s strength.”

Through the communication established through telepathy, Hillary Clinton came to understand Yeats's growth trajectory.

Currently, Ye Zhi has obtained the inheritance of the God of Light. With the blessing of the lyre and the Silver Oak Sword, even Hilde has no chance of defeating him.

"Ye Zhi's strength is even higher than mine!"

Hild made a conclusion, saying: "The orcs who rely on witchcraft are vulnerable in front of him!"

Og and Wall looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

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The Duke of Honeysuckle was so young, yet he was more powerful than the descendant of the Red-haired King? Wall found it a little unbelievable, but he had to admit that it was a very wise decision not to join Grimm's alliance and not to confront Yeats.

"Is there anything Og can do for a friend?"

"I hope you can go and persuade the chiefs of the other two tribes to give up joining Grimm's allied forces." Hildreth pondered, "Although these enemies pose no threat to Ye Zhi, they will inevitably infringe on his territory and subjects... I think this is what Ye Zhi does not want to see."

Oger nodded vigorously, stood up, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry! Oger will go to Frosthorn Peak and persuade the old cow not to offend Yeats!"

"Remember to give him a brass bell," Wall added, "that cow loves to ring the bell."

Sora complained in his heart that if the old cow dared to be an enemy of Duke Yeats, it would really be its end! "Actually, I have one more thing to ask of you."

"Please, my friend!"

"I want to go to the [Mad God Temple] to take a look."

Oger's laughter suddenly stopped, and the tent fell into silence.

Hildes also understood that it was very presumptuous for a human like her to propose going to the sanctuary.

However, the dean of the Wolf Academy once said that most of the Mad God's traces in this world have been artificially erased, and even His name is no longer known to the world. Only the isolated northern tribes are likely to preserve the sacrificial rituals and relics related to the Mad God.

Oger turned his inquiring eyes to Wall standing beside him.

Wald said: "The Mad God's Temple does not belong to our troll tribe, and the four major tribes are qualified to go there to worship... However, if humans want to enter, they must pass the guardian's test."

"Guardian?"

"A giant wolf, it is said to be the offspring of the giant wolf Taotie, holding a large sword made of frost in its mouth." Wall was still frightened, "I have seen its swordsmanship... It is more ferocious than the swordsmanship master!"

"The offspring of Taotie..."

During the trial of the sword in the tree, Hildreth received a temporary blessing and summoned two giant wolves to fight for her.

At this moment, she felt that the name was very familiar. She hung the sword in the tree behind her and nodded.

"Please take me to the trial and let me give it a try!"

*Leo Palace.

The night was shrouded in darkness, and the moonlight lengthened the shadows of the stone pillars on the corridor.

Colin was holding a potion brewed by the potion master in his hand, walking in the empty corridor, and standing in front of a mahogany door with luxurious carvings.

“Ahem—”

A dull cough was heard in the room.

A trace of heartache flashed across Colin's eyes. He knocked on the door and whispered, "Your Majesty, it's me."

"Come in." The voice was as weak as a tired old man, and he said weakly, "The door is not locked."

Colin pushed the door open and walked in. He smelled a damp and rotten smell, and his mood became even heavier.

Lying on the bed, Richard's cheekbones and eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his face was thin.

Two months ago, Colin was at the shore of Lake Ness, fighting against a quasi-saint-level apostle together with Richard.

How high-spirited King Lionheart was at that time, but now even the water of Lake Avalon could not revive him... Colin felt deeply remorseful and guilty. King Lionheart's serious illness was closely related to his momentary confusion.

"Just put the medicine by the bed."

The Lionheart King leaned against the sickbed, his hands on his temples, closed his eyes and said:

"Recently...is there anything important?"

"In Portsmouth, south of London, the local lord claimed that there was a cult in his territory that believed in demons from the deep sea. He was powerless and requested the capital to send more help."

"Baron Crane has volunteered to go to Plymouth to investigate. With his ability, I believe there will be progress soon."

Clan has a reputation as a legendary detective among the people. Even the Lionheart has heard of this and said in silence:

"I didn't even give him any orders, but he ran off on his own... What did he want?"

"Some extraordinary people can ignore their own interests and do something just out of interest." Colin said cautiously, "Perhaps, Crane is a detective who does it out of interest."

The Lionheart King closed his eyes and rested, gently rubbing his brow with his fingers, and asked, "Anything else?"

"A letter lately arrived from the Duke of Yeats."

"Why are you saying it now!" The Lionheart King opened his eyes and said unhappily.

"You were ill last night and didn't wake up until now..." Colin said cautiously.

"Bring it here."

"yes."

King Lionheart unfolded the letter, read it carefully, and then let out a soft sigh.

Colin said, "Your Majesty, the cold wave has not arrived this year. The orcs in the northern border are gathering their troops and preparing to cross the mountains and invade our border. This will be... a great test for Duke Yeats."

"Since ancient times, nobles who guard the borders of the kingdom have always had privileges."

The Lionheart King said calmly: "Reduce Yezhi's taxes... If he can win the competition with Thomas, the title of Duke of the North will be changed to hereditary. After all, he took the White Night City with his own hands."

Colin nodded respectfully, thinking to himself.

Since His Majesty has attempted to centralize power, the Golden Lion has rarely granted hereditary titles, and even Yeats's father's dukedom was reclaimed.

The Duke of Honeysuckle can bring blessings to his descendants, which shows the status of Yeats in Your Majesty's heart.

White Night City is obviously Thomas's territory, but His Majesty gave the claim to Yeats. This is actually a means of checks and balances, allowing Yeats and Thomas to consume each other.

"Glem, the orc chieftain of Northshire, is just a lackey of Harrag. I believe Yezhi can deal with him." The Lionheart King stroked his forehead lightly, "But he is my right-hand man after all... Colin, you go to Morning Frost Ridge on my behalf. If the orcs have a six-ring combat power, you can help them in case of any emergency."

"If I'm worrying too much, then you shouldn't show up in front of Ye Zhi... That guy is very smart. When he saw you, he guessed that I couldn't move anymore."

The Lionheart laughed at himself and said, "It's still unnecessary to let him know."

Colin was silent and said respectfully, "I understand. I will go to Morning Frost Ridge secretly to protect the important people and guard the border."

The Lionheart nodded slightly, said no more, and waved his hand to let Colin leave.

Colin slowly left the bedroom, closed the door, and sighed softly towards the shadow in the corner:

"Your Highness, there is no need to hide. Just speak frankly."

Theresa walked out from the shadows and stood in the cold moonlight, wearing a crown, with traces of tears on her snow-white cheeks.

"I want to go to Morningfrost Ridge with you, Uncle Colin."

Ke Lin frowned and asked in confusion: "Your Highness is a wealthy man, why would you want to travel such a long distance to Morning Frost Ridge?"

"Since Father cannot tour the country himself, I will be his eyes."

Theresa lowered her head and said, "Besides, my father said that if you live in the palace for a long time, away from the front line, you will forget the heaviness of life..."

"So, please let me go with you," Theresa said. "I swear, I won't act rashly. I just want to know... what kind of place is Morning Frost Ridge, where my father won a great victory!"

Colin was silent, his eyes reflecting the thin and stubborn princess. He knew her temper, once she made up her mind, nothing could shake her except her father.

Looking at the tightly closed door, Colin knew that the Lionheart King in the room must have heard their conversation.

And he remained silent without raising any objection, which meant that he acquiesced to His Highness's wish - to allow Theresa to follow Colin to Morning Frost Ridge, to experience the cruelty of war and to cultivate the Queen's character.

"Okay, Your Highness, I promise you."

Looking at Theresa who was relieved, Colin added:

"Today, under the governance of Duke Yeats, Morning Frost Ridge is no longer the cold and miserable place it once was... In my opinion, his business talent is also rare."

Theresa nodded her head in thought and said, "When I have a chance, I will ask the Duke of Honeysuckle for advice in person!"

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(End of this chapter)