Chapter 310: The Princess' Admiration, Honeysuckle Chronicles, Giant Wolf Fry (8K Subscription Request)

"Your Highness the Princess is coming to visit Morning Frost Ridge?"

Sword Winter Castle, Lord's Hall.

The fireplace was burning warmly. Yeats, wearing a black cloak, sat in the main seat and said in surprise:

"A time like this?"

Butler Drake said:

"It was a letter sent from the Imperial Capital. It stated the time and route of His Highness's visit. There was also a wax seal from the Lion Palace on the letter, so it was unlikely to be a forgery."

"Where is the letter? Show it to me!"

"As you command, Your Excellency the Duke." Drake walked quickly forward.

Ye Zhi took the parchment scroll, examined it carefully, and said, "It is indeed a handwritten letter from Princess Theresa. It has traces of the magic power of the 'Messenger's Emblem' on it."

Messenger's Crest, a low-level spell from the Messenger God's realm.

Noble families would use this spell when delivering letters.

The unique family crest is used to verify the authenticity of letters.

"The letter said that His Highness came here in a personal capacity and does not represent any other position."

Yeats put the letter aside and said, "This is not credible. She clearly represents the will of His Majesty the King... If I refuse her visit, I will be disrespecting His Majesty."

The blond lady, who exudes a bookish and intellectual beauty, Jinying adjusted her glasses and said, "The war is imminent, but Princess Theresa insists on going to the front line. How can His Majesty agree to the Crown Prince's nonsense?"

Yeats seemed to be thinking about something, and said, "Your Majesty wants a magnanimous successor, not a rose in a greenhouse..."

"I think he arranged this visit for Your Highness so that he could polish this rough jade with the help of the cold wind from the north."

Yeats's eyes were deep and he could sense the hidden meaning.

On the other hand, perhaps King Lionheart's original intention was to tour the border himself.

Now that the old king is unable to move, he lets the princess do it for him...

"Your Excellency the Duke is right."

Jinque asked, "Then how do you think we should arrange the welcoming ceremony for His Highness?"

“Keep it simple.”

Ye Zhi said calmly: "There is no need to make special preparations for the palace. Bring His Highness to Jiandong Castle."

"Cuiqin, you are responsible for His Highness's food and daily life. There is no need to take special care of him. Just do it as usual!"

The green-haired housekeeper maid, wearing a Victorian dress, had a capable and calm expression and nodded slightly, saying:

"As you command, Your Excellency the Duke."

Since the original intention was to have Theresa come to the front line for training, there was no need to please her on purpose.

Just make sure the princess maintains a decent standard.

Yeats agreed to Theresa's visit only because he considered that Theresa was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside and willing to endure hardships.

If it was a spoiled heir who wanted to come to the front line to gain experience before the war, Yeats would definitely refuse him outright.

After understanding King Lionheart's intention, Ye Zhi no longer thought about how to send the princess back, and thought to himself:

"Anyway, Theresa's safety doesn't need to be something I worry about."

"Your Majesty must have deployed a six-ring transcendent to look after her."

"That is to say, Theresa's arrival means that a six-ring transcendent has joined our camp..."

The situation was already almost certain, and Ye Zhi felt that his chances of winning were even greater, and his heart moved.

"On the other hand, while Her Highness is visiting the territory, I may be able to establish some personal rapport with her."

It can be said that Yeats, the Duke of Honeysuckle, was promoted by King Lionheart, and the king also had the idea of ​​making Yeats a member of Theresa's new dynasty.

Yeats had a close personal relationship with King Lionheart. Seeing that King Lionheart had already started to think about his affairs after his death, he felt both regretful and helpless.

On the one hand, Yeats resisted the end of the old era, but on the other hand, he had already sensed the arrival of a new era. Serving the Queen was also a way of repaying the Lionheart's kindness.

"After all, Theresa is the future queen of the Golden Lion. I still need to communicate with her..."

*Rolling——

The carriage traveled along the rugged mountain road.

The satin window was opened by a snow-white slender hand, revealing Theresa, wearing a pearl crown and a pair of turquoise eyes, like a lake reflecting the highland scenery of the Northern Province.

The rolling hills were covered with thick snow, and the cold wind hung icicles on the pine needles. Theresa stared at the Highland bison foraging in the snow. These landscapes were something she had never seen before in the fertile plains irrigated by the Thames.

For some reason, Theresa thought of Yeats from the Bronte family.

A young boy who was almost her age appeared in her mind.

It was in such severe cold weather that Yeats, with an attendant driving a car, crossed the long pass and ventured into the north alone, eventually becoming the famous Duke of Honeysuckle in the kingdom.

Theresa had already heard of his legendary deeds from the bards who worshipped the Duke of Honeysuckle. She had listened to the poets vividly describe how Yeats governed the territory, led the common people, defeated the cold wave, and how he went from being a young son abandoned by his family to becoming famous in the arena of London.

The story is fictional after all.

Theresa also understood that Yeats's life was destined to be very different from hers.

If she were in Yeats's situation, she would be more likely to feel pain and confusion.

But this did not affect the princess's curiosity and anticipation about the unknown Morning Frost Ridge.

Along the way, except for Colin who was secretly guarding her, the princess traveled light, with only a warrior-level coachman and two sorcerer-level personal maids accompanying her.

The two maids were sisters. Their parents were arrested by the Inquisition for being accused of studying the devil's sorcery. The two sisters were sold as slaves. They were rescued by Theresa by chance and have since become her loyal servants.

Although they were taciturn, these two maids possessed extraordinary blood power and were already third-ring elemental sorcerers.

A warlock is a profession that requires bloodline to exert extraordinary powers. Unlike a wizard, they do not need to learn or obtain spell scrolls, but can use their God-given bloodline to cast magic.

Dragon blood, elementals, demons, these are all possible bloodlines that can give birth to a warlock, with dragonborn warlocks being the rarest.

"Go ask the driver how long it will take to reach Morning Frost Ridge." Theresa said softly.

The older maid returned quickly and replied, "Your Highness, the White Night City is ahead. When the sun sets, we will reach the center of Morning Frost Ridge."

"White Night City is the territory of Duke Thomas. He has recently been at odds with Duke Honeysuckle over territory issues." Theresa was very careful and instructed, "Don't make it known when you pass through White Night City, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble to others."

"yes."

This was not the first time Theresa had travelled far away.

When she was young, Theresa's position as crown princess was abolished because her mother committed adultery. The king could not bear Theresa's appearance in front of him, so he ordered Theresa to be sent to a women's convent to study scriptures.

In the convent, under the guidance of an older nun, Therese read through history, learned the complicated grammar of Imperial and Rolandic, and even dabbled in the barbarian Northern language. She also witnessed the monastery's beekeeping and winemaking industries, and gradually developed an interest in business.

A few years later, King Richard the Lionheart took Theresa back to his side. Out of indebtedness and guilt, he doted on his only daughter even more and then restored Theresa's position as crown princess.

Because Theresa's origin is controversial, the faction opposed to King Lionheart tried to support King Lionheart's nephew who lived far away abroad to ascend the throne. However, King Lionheart was autocratic and after eradicating the Scarlet Society, his prestige overwhelmed the voices of all opponents... although only temporarily.

In fact, Theresa does not blame her father.

People always get hurt and sad, just like wild animals, they will want to find a place to lick their wounds alone.

And wounds always heal and make people stronger.

The rough childhood experiences made Teresa a person who does not fight or compete, treats others gently, and has a strong inner character.

This time, she chose to come to Morning Frost Ridge, which was on the front line, on the eve of the war. Firstly, she wanted to visit on behalf of her seriously ill father, and secondly, she wanted to personally experience and understand the heaviness of life and the cruelty of war.

Due to her past experience of long journeys, Theresa had prepared all the formalities early on, so the soldiers guarding the gate did not notice anything and waved goodbye to let her pass.

"So this is the White Night City, the most important pass of the Great Wall. Whoever occupies the White Night City will control the throat leading to the heart of the Golden Lion..."

Theresa thought, "By granting the Dukedom of the North including the White Night City to Ye Zhi, it seems that my father not only values ​​Ye Zhi, but also trusts him very much."

Dark clouds and heavy snow blocked the road leading to Morning Frost Ridge. Fortunately, this trade route had been repaired several times, and the carriage arrived at Morning Frost Ridge before sunset.

"This is... Yeats's territory?"

A city surrounded by towering walls stood before them. It was still inferior to the White Night City, but the city gate tower was made of ice essence, and there were flashing magic runes painted on the city gate, which was very majestic.

On the wall, the flag of the Duke of Honeysuckle fluttered in the wind.

Theresa was slightly surprised and said, "It's completely different from the Morning Frost Ridge described in the book!"

The environment of Morning Frost Ridge is notoriously harsh.

Even my father didn't think this place could develop.

But...Duke Yeats built this place into an iron wall of the frontier!

"When I participated in the Battle of Morningfrost Ridge with His Majesty, this place was still a tundra..."

The driver was shocked. He looked up at the city wall and murmured, "It's incredible that such a magnificent city could be built in such a cold place!"

Theresa had learned about Yeats's intelligence and knew that he had joined hands with the Starlight Chamber of Commerce, one of the three major chambers of commerce in Golden Lion, to make a fortune by monopolizing the whiskey industry. Even the Roland royal family praised this wine.

He did have the financial resources to build a city in Morning Frost Ridge.

However, Theresa still found it a little incredible. How could a person have such amazing talents in both business and cultivation? Theresa's desire to ask Yeats for advice became stronger.

"Your Highness, I see the Duke of Honeysuckle and his entourage!"

The young maid exclaimed softly.

The snow-white horse was pedaling briskly, its long mane fluttering, and it looked energetic. The young duke, wearing a black cloak and a silver saddle, was holding the reins. His face was handsome and thin, with sharp edges like a marble statue, and he was followed by his entourage.

The older maid was relatively calm, but her sister could not help but look at the famous Duke of Honeysuckle. She thought that he looked better in his tough military uniform than the handsome poet in the rumors.

Arriving in front of the carriage, Ye Zhi dismounted and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner:

"Your Highness has come from afar, and I am sorry for not welcoming you in person. I have prepared a dinner in the castle. Please move to Jiandong Castle to avoid the wind and snow for a while."

"Your Excellency the Duke, there is no need to be so polite."

Theresa said softly, "If my visit has caused you any trouble, please allow me to apologize..."

"Your Highness, that's not true." Ye Zhi smiled and said, "Please get in the car, Your Highness. I will lead the way."

"Why don't you ride in the carriage with me, Your Excellency the Duke? I can ask you some questions about governing the territory along the way," Theresa invited.

Yeats thought about it, accepted Theresa's invitation, and handed the reins of Radish to the burly and dull-looking Axe standing beside him.

Since Yeats cured Axe's wife of the disease and hired Axe as his knight, the couple's life gradually became better. Axe no longer had any worries and made rapid progress in his cultivation. He had already begun to break through the bottleneck of the Five Rings Hero.

When Axl breaks through, this follower of the God of Fire will become the third five-ring hero in Morning Frost Ridge after Ye Zhi and Gray.

With three five-ring heroes, Ye Zhi will become the dominant one among the three dukes in the northern province!

Axe took the reins and seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if he wanted to remind Yeats to be careful. But then he remembered that Yeats was even more powerful than him, and his brain suddenly stopped working and he stood there in a daze.

Yeats nodded slightly and immediately got on the carriage, smelling a pleasant fragrance. The interior of the carriage was classically decorated, with a spacious space, velvet cushions on the seats, and a hardcover book on the table.

Yeats casually glanced at the book cover and was stunned as if struck by lightning.

The book cover clearly reads: "The Chronicle of Honeysuckle"! Author: Perron!

Yeats immediately understood the reason behind this.

——It must be Perron who took me as the prototype of the protagonist in his book! Yeats gritted his teeth secretly.

Since The Emperor of Lorraine's Travels cannot be published, you will publish The Honeysuckle Chronicles, right? You should be put in jail for a few more days! Theresa sat down in front of Yeats, noticed Yeats's gaze, and said with a pursed mouth: "This book is very popular in London. It records some deeds related to His Excellency the Duke... If you are interested, this book can be given to you."

Yeats thanked him and flipped through a few pages, only to find that the content was very different from what he had imagined.

Did Perron go ashore? Yeats wondered.

No, if it is really an enhanced version, this book cannot be published.

In this era, books related to faith and nobility were subject to very strict censorship.

This book is like the later generations integrating Homer's poems into "The Iliad", integrating Yeats' deeds, and then Perron polished it with his own writing style.

Perron did this mostly to make a living, his real hobby was not this.

Considering that this would have a positive publicity effect on his own reputation, Yeats felt relieved and secretly became more cautious.

"Next time I see Perron, I'll have to ask him if there's a new volume of The Travels of the Emperor of Lorraine!"

On the way to Jiandong Fort, Theresa talked to Yeats about King Lionheart and said:

"Father often mentioned your name in the Lion Palace, saying that you are the most valued descendant in recent decades..."

"Your Majesty appears strong on the outside, but has a soft side on the inside." Ye Zhi smiled slightly, "This is somewhat similar to you, Your Highness."

Theresa was visibly stunned.

As Yeats said, the personalities of the father and daughter are like the front and back of a coin.

Theresa felt Yeats's insight and felt guilty. She thought, I concealed my purpose in the letter, maybe Yeats had already found out...

Ye Zhi laughed and took the initiative to talk to Theresa about the upcoming orc army, saying: "The war is imminent. I didn't expect you to visit at this time. Please forgive me for my simple etiquette. When the war is over, I will treat Your Highness with a feast..."

Theresa said softly, "My servants will take care of my food and daily life. Your Excellency the Duke does not need to worry about it."

Ye Zhi glanced at the two maids standing beside Theresa. They were actually a pair of sisters, exuding the blood of a sorcerer.

As far as I can remember, after Theresa ascended the throne, the warlock sisters continued to shine. They became court warlocks with five-ring combat power and made many contributions to Theresa.

Ye Zhi nodded and said:

"I will ask my housekeeper to arrange a room for your Highness in the castle. You can ask her for anything you need."

Theresa hesitated for a moment, raised her lake blue eyes, and said, "I actually want to ask, Your Excellency the Duke...when will this war end?"

"That depends on when the orc army arrives." Ye Zhi said calmly, "The orcs are coming over mountains and hills, and they are exhausted. The troops of Morning Frost Ridge are well-rested and will surely defeat the enemy in one fell swoop in the Absolute Ridge Mountains!"

His calm words emanated an unquestionable courage and aura, which attracted the attention of Theresa and the two maids.

"Then how can we find out the route of the orc army and how can we ensure the reliability of the information?" Theresa asked.

Yeats glanced at Theresa with a hint of surprise.

Theresa's snow-white cheeks turned slightly red with embarrassment. She lowered her head and said, "I know nothing about military affairs. If the questions I raised are ridiculous, please forgive me, Your Excellency the Duke..."

"It's okay. I just think that Your Highness is worthy of being the daughter of the Lionheart King."

Ye Zhi smiled and explained, "I have a contract with an emperor-level monster. It is in tune with my mind and can scout the enemy from an altitude of 10,000 meters without being discovered."

"But the famous snowy owl?" Theresa asked in surprise.

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This incident was also recorded in the "Honeysuckle Chronicles". It was said that the magic pet contracted by Ye Zhi was chosen by the goddess of magic and possessed a rare magical talent in the world! Ye Zhi nodded slightly and summoned the snowy owl from the magic pet plane.

Snow Owl wore a pair of glasses, and a pair of invisible wizard hands, holding a parchment scroll and a feather pen respectively, flew out of the teleportation hole, and said in dissatisfaction: "Gu!"

I'm drawing a scroll, don't pick it up! Ye Zhi ignored it, rubbed the round-faced fat chicken, and put the snowy owl back. He caught a glimpse of Theresa's outstretched hand awkwardly stuck in the air.

Theresa blushed slightly, put her hands on her thighs, and said softly, "I heard that your pet is also proficient in runes. It's amazing..."

"yes."

Ye Zhi himself thought it was outrageous and exclaimed: "The protective runes on the city gate were drawn by my pet!"

Theresa was stunned.

I don’t know whether the Duke’s ability to tame animals is outstanding, or whether his magical pet is naturally gifted! “Let’s get back to the point. I also have a reliable source of information in the North.”

Ye Zhi has learned that Hilde and the troll Ogg are trying to find out the movements of Grim Stormhammer and the tribal coalition forces, and smiled:

"I believe that information will be sent back soon."

The confidence emanating from Yeats infected Theresa. The blonde princess smiled and said gently, "I believe that Your Excellency the Duke can break through all obstacles. I wish you a successful start."

"Your Highness, do you want to go to the front line in person?" Ye Zhi suddenly asked.

Theresa was stunned. She didn't expect Ye Zhi to ask so directly. Her little thoughts were exposed to him. Under Ye Zhi's direct gaze, Theresa's snow-white neck was filled with delicate pink, which spread to her cheeks and earlobes.

At least for now, the future empress who will hold utmost power has not yet learned how to lie and hide her thoughts.

"Without causing any trouble to you and your soldiers..."

Theresa whispered, "If it's possible..."

"I will consider it." Ye Zhi paused and said, "On the premise of ensuring your highness's safety. Of course, you must also be mentally prepared to face cruelty."

Theresa breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes brightened, and she nodded deeply.

The wind and snow were everywhere.

The top of the castle tower of Jiandong Castle, as tall as a sword, pierces the gray clouds. The flying snow covers the honeysuckle fields, but you can still see the golden and silver flowers standing tall in the snow and growing tenaciously.

The carriage drove into the castle and stopped in the courtyard.

Yeats got off the carriage and held out his hand.

Theresa exhaled a breath of cold air, placed her hand in Yezhi's palm, lifted her skirt and stepped on the carpet laid on the snow, rolled up her scattered golden hair beside her ears, and smiled shyly at Yezhi.

“Boom boom boom—”

The band played drums, playing the rough and sad folk songs of the North. The ups and downs of the tunes had a boldness that could not be matched by court dance music. Theresa was so engrossed in listening to the music that she came to the castle hall unconsciously.

In the hall, the fireplace was burning warmly, and the dining table was set with shiny silver tableware and a snow-white tablecloth. It was not comparable to the luxurious dinner at the Golden Lion, but it was of the Duke's standard and appearance.

Exquisite delicacies were presented on the long dining table. They were all dishes Theresa had never seen before. Yeats introduced them, "This is called scrambled eggs with tomatoes... This is called spicy and sour potato shreds... These are all ingredients from the southern continent. They are not common in the inland of Golden Lion..."

Looking at Theresa eating spoonful after spoonful, Yeats felt deeply moved.

No wonder she has such a slim figure, it turns out the chef of the Golden Lion royal family is really useless!

"I have never seen these dishes before. They are novel and delicious." Theresa exhaled and praised.

"These are all dishes I invented," Yeats said shamelessly, "The inspiration came from a mysterious oriental recipe!"

"I heard from my father that Your Excellency the Duke is also a food chef." Theresa smiled and said, "The canned food you invented is very effective in ensuring battlefield logistics. My father praised it highly."

Yeats nodded, picked up a piece of minced meat pie with the tongs and put it on Theresa's plate.

"Sandwiches?" Theresa asked curiously.

"Roujiamo." Ye Zhi corrected.

…

The atmosphere of the dinner was harmonious and night gradually fell.

Yeats asked the housekeeper Delphinium to entertain Theresa, and he stayed in the hall and took out an ancient book with a black cover from the space bag.

We should despise the orcs strategically, but take them seriously tactically.

Yeats never underestimated the enemy, so he mobilized all forces to spy on the enemy's military intelligence.

The vengeful raven is one of the means.

By writing Gleim's name in the Book of Vengeance, Raven can accurately find Gleim's location and share vision with Yeats.

Even in a one-on-one duel with Grimm, the power of revenge can greatly weaken Grimm's strength.

In fact, Yeats was also somewhat concerned about the holy place of the mad god mentioned by Hilde.

What is the relationship between the Mad God and the King of the Wild Hunt? Why were the traces of his existence forcibly erased?

With this in mind, Ye Zhi used the "Blessing of Telepathy" to call upon Hilde who was far away in the north, asking her if she had any new discoveries.

In front of Ye Zhi, a light blue water curtain emerged, and the face of Shiloh appeared in the water curtain.

This blessing from the God of Love allows lovers to talk and communicate face to face even though they are thousands of miles apart...

"Isn't this just a video call?" Ye Zhi pondered.

Hilde said that Og had persuaded the Tauren chieftain named 'Atalia' of the Tauren tribe on Frosthorn Peak to agree not to join the coalition, but asked to meet with Yeats in the future.

"Atalia seems to have great respect for the Chosen One of Art. I heard of your name as early as a year ago when you won the Aurora Poetry Festival... I have admired you for some time." said Hilde.

"A fan of ten years turns out to be a minotaur!" Ye Zhi exclaimed in surprise.

Hild was used to Yezhi's occasional jumpiness. With a gentle expression, he glanced at the snow in the distance and said, "Now, Oger and I are crossing the snowfield to the Mad God's Sanctuary... Oger said there is a giant wolf guarding the sanctuary there, and it is the offspring of Taotie... I'm going to check it out."

"Descendants of Taotie?"

Ye Zhi was stunned and asked in surprise: "Is it a huge sword in its mouth?"

"How did you know?" Hildreth asked in surprise.

Yeats was in a delicate mood.

The corresponding information emerged in my mind.

In the East, there is a mythical beast called Taotie. In Western mythology, there is also a giant wolf called Taotie. It is said to be the hunting dog under the seat of Odin, the main god of Norway, and is as famous as another giant wolf called Greedy.

In the original plot, Yeats was deeply impressed by the "dog holding a sword".

The offspring of Taotie is named "Bone Blade Frye", but players prefer to call it Laifu.

Although he is a wolfdog, he possesses master-level swordsmanship. He holds a big sword in his mouth and dances with it, making the air whistling.

At that time, the game character I controlled was killed by Lai Fu dozens of times. I finally passed the level and knew the mechanism and moves of this giant wolf very well!

“I saw it in an ancient book.”

Ye Zhi coughed lightly, and explained the things that needed to be paid attention to in the battle against Frye, saying:

"When the giant wolf's eyes glow, it will go berserk and swing its sword 360 degrees. At this time, you should stay as far away from it as possible..."

"Also, when this guy swings his sword, his sharp claws will also perform combat skills. Simply put, it's a fast and slow sword. You should observe its movements before fighting with it..."

"And the most important thing."

Ye Zhi said: "Don't be afraid. The more you fear, the more it will show its true colors!"

Xilude looked confused and asked, "Did you also read these in ancient books?"

"Believe me." Ye Zhi gave a thumbs up, "I have fought with that giant wolf hundreds of times in my dreams!"

Can you practice in dreams?

What kind of incredible meditation method is this?

Hildreth shook her head slightly, accepting Ye Zhi's words. She nodded with full trust and said, "Okay, I'll remember what you said."

"If you can't win, retreat." Ye Zhi's tone softened, and he said, "It's not necessary to explore that place."

Hild pursed her lips and said in a gentle voice: "Once we enter the sanctuary of the Mad God, I will use the blessing of the God of Love to share the scenes in the sanctuary with you..."

The Valkyrie with long fiery red hair paused for a moment and called softly: "Ye Zhi..."

"What's wrong?"

"I... missed you so much."

Hildreda lowered her eyes, like a hedgehog trying to keep warm.

Yeats's heart skipped a beat.

Memories of midsummer nights gradually emerge, like a thawing river, rushing through the heart in this cold winter, stirring up warm echoes.

"Come spend the New Year with me," Ye Zhi whispered, "Return to Morningfrost Ridge... I'll be waiting for you."

Hild was stunned for a moment, her cheeks flushed beautifully, the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised, and she whispered:

"Okay...wait for me and spend the New Year with you."

The water curtain presenting the blessing is closed.

In the boundless snow, Hildreth leaned over, scooped up a handful of soft snowflakes from the waist-deep snow, covered her face with them, and then exhaled.

Sora was walking nearby and suddenly said:

"Can you try your best in the new year to surpass Gray and take the top spot?"

Hildre's cheeks suddenly turned red as if they were about to bleed, and she said lightly, "I don't understand what you are saying."

Sora muttered, "You understand very well..."

The silvery-white snowfield stretches endlessly, and the snow-covered mountains are like the backbone of a giant beast. In the canyon formed by two huge glaciers, stands an ice-carved gate. It is so huge that it seems to be built by a frost giant. The gate is engraved with ancient runes and emits a cold blue light.

"My friend, that's where we are going!"

The troll Ogg looked serious. He took the ice hammer from behind, held it in his hand, and said:

"You didn't pay tribute to the giant wolf in previous years, so Frye won't recognize you... You must use your power to convince the giant wolf!"

Hild took down the huge sword hanging on his back and said coldly:

"Don't come near, let me go forward."

There was a layer of dark blue ice ahead, and the abyss beneath the ice was bottomless. It seemed as if there were living creatures swimming deep in the dark ice.

An ancient ice blade is inserted on the ice crystal altar in front of the ice sculpture gate.

The moment Hildreth stepped onto the ice, the entire ice lake began to tremble.

Hild's eyes changed slightly, and the ice beneath his feet was actually cracking! Rumble——

Suddenly, Yeats's cry exploded in her ears.

“Don’t be afraid!”

Snap!

The illusion of fear shattered like a mirror.

Hildreda took a deep breath, stepped on the solid ice, and looked up. She saw the cold wind carrying the ice spikes and sweeping the ice blades on the altar. A huge frost wolf condensed into shape, holding an ancient ice blade in its mouth. It shot out a dark blue gaze and looked at Hildreda coldly.

"I want to enter the Mad God's Temple!"

Hildesh explained the purpose of his visit.

Buzz——

The giant wolf Frye's eyes suddenly became fierce, and he suddenly jumped up and pounced towards Hildreth!

boom!!

The giant wolf fell to the ground, stirring up a vast icy fog.

Hildreth dodged several meters away, holding the sword in the tree, and the skills taught by Ye Zhi flashed through his mind. He said coldly: "Then don't blame me for being rude!"

(End of this chapter)