Chapter 313: Breaking through the blizzard, encountering the beast tide again, the wild hunting footwork

Jueling Mountains, Binghu Pass.

The Frost Wind Witch, wearing a blue and white fur coat, stood on the wall of the pass, gazing at the vast snow with her icy blue eyes, and murmured:

"I'm back here again... the place where the goddess of winter once performed miracles."

Ye Zhi faced the snowy wind, his black cloak rustling, holding a snow-white owl on his arm. He stroked the owl's soft feathers and said casually:

"How did you join the Cult of Winter in the first place?"

The snowy owl narrowed its eyes into slits, shrank its head, and enjoyed Yeats's caress.

Gazing at this lovely creature, the cold Frostwind Witch's expression softened a little. A flash of reminiscence flashed through her eyes, and she whispered, "My childhood memories are only of ice and snow. I don't even know who my parents were. I can only remember the blizzards that swept across the Dragon Mountains all year round..."

"The frost crone of the frost giant tribe told me that when they found me, I was crying in my swaddling clothes in the snow."

Yeats listened attentively.

In the North, abandoned babies are very common.

Especially for the sick and disabled babies, the only fate waiting for them is to be buried by the heavy snow.

Ye Zhi was a little surprised that the high priest of the Winter Sect, who possessed the five-ring level and control over the power of winter, was actually an abandoned baby.

The Frostwind Witch said slowly: "Later, I was picked up by the Frost Giants and brought back to their lair. With the help of their rituals, I successfully awakened the winter bloodline..."

Ye Zhi was surprised and asked, "Don't the Frost Giants hate humans so much? Why are they willing to take you in?"

The icy blue eyes of the Frostwind Witch flickered slightly, and she said:

"That's because, before they found me, they received a prophecy from the altar of the Winter Goddess."

"The old frost woman brought me back to the base according to the location revealed by the prophecy. Since the frost giants believe in the goddess of winter, I also followed this belief and found that I have a great talent in winter magic."

"As my reputation in the Dragon Mountains grows, the creatures in the mountains regard me as the chosen one of the Goddess of Winter. The Night Watch Knights of the Winter Mountains call me the Witch..."

The Frostwind Witch stretched out her cold fingers and placed them on the Snow Owl's forehead. She felt a hint of warmth and the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"Actually, whether she's a witch or God's chosen one, it doesn't matter."

The Frost Wind Witch said softly:

"For me, being able to feel the blood flowing slowly, seeing the winter sun, and actually feeling that I am alive... is already very satisfying."

Originally, the Frostwind Witch traveled thousands of miles to the snow forest with the purpose of investigating because the snow leopard became the chosen one of the winter gods.

Later, at Yeats's invitation, she was responsible for supervising the construction of the Winter Temple and stayed in the territory for nearly half a year.

She did almost nothing every day but stayed on the open-air winter altar, meditating and basking in the sun. If it was rainy, she would show obvious displeasure and a low pressure would shroud her body.

Every now and then, the Frostwind Witch would ask for fresh peppers from Little Red Riding Hood Riding Hood, who was in charge of agricultural production, to eat as snacks.

Ye Zhi suspected that the reason why she was willing to stay in the territory had a lot to do with the peppers produced in Morning Frost Ridge.

"Sunbathing can speed up blood flow... and so can chewing dry chili peppers."

Ye Zhi thought to himself, “Even the cold-blooded Winter Bloodline needs the stimulation brought by the chili pepper!”

Glancing at the Frostwind Witch who was silently watching the Snow Owl, Ye Zhi handed the Snow Owl to her arms and said seriously: "I will lead the Frost Wolf Cavalry from the dangerous mountains to the rear of the Orc Alliance in the next few days. Please set out with me. If we encounter wind and snow on the way, please help me find the direction!"

The Frostwind Witch was stunned for a moment, stretched out her hand in disbelief, and slowly took the Snowy Owl.

As a large bird of prey, the Snowy Owl is big enough for a person to hold in his arms. The Frostwind Witch hugged the Snowy Owl, smiled for the first time in a long time, nodded slightly, and said, "No problem, I'm happy to help."

"Gu~" The Snowy Owl was helpless. Why did it have to rely on itself to get closer to the bird?

Ye Zhi raised his mouth. This is the beauty of this duke... Oh no, the beauty bird trap! Snow Owl: (〃-ω) It sounds even weirder!

*Curling level, top floor of the tower, command room.

The wartime meeting brought together a large number of extraordinary people in the territory.

Even Theresa changed into a military uniform and sat quietly in the corner of the command room, showing an attitude of humble learning.

A topographic map with a flag representing the orc army was hung on the wall. Fokas pointed with his hand and said, "Master, according to the route of the Storm Clan and Thunderhoof Clan coalition, they will reach the bottom of the Curling Pass in about three days."

"Among the coalition forces, the Storm Clan's orc infantry is the main force, and the Thunder Hoof Clan's centaur troops are responsible for covering the flanks of the infantry phalanx and protecting the baggage troops in the rear."

"As you go around to cut off the food supply, you will inevitably engage in a battle with the Centaur cavalry. Please pay attention to your own safety."

Ye Zhi nodded slightly and said, "Don't worry, Di Rong of the Thunder Hoof Tribe is no match for me."

Emperor Rong Leihoof is a centaur chieftain who worships the god of thunder and storm. He is also a leader and think tank of the orc coalition.

In terms of hard power, Dirong is inferior to Grim Stormhammer, and it is difficult for him to win against Atalia of the Earth Totem Tribe.

But Di Rong is a rare dual-professional extraordinary person.

While following the path of the warrior profession, Di Rong is also an elemental mage, practicing both magic and martial arts, making him a formidable opponent.

However, in Ye Zhi's eyes, Di Rong is still not qualified... After all, Ye Zhi is a rare triple-professional in the world.

The illusions created by the trickster can cause massive chaos to the orc army, and delay the time for the front army to return for reinforcements when launching a surprise attack on the baggage train.

The Moon Hunter Knight, with his master-level archery skills and a volley of arrows covering the entire screen, no matter how swift the Centaur is, it cannot dodge Yezhi's arrows.

The profession of the bard, combined with the lyre inherited from the God of Light, can greatly enhance the morale and combat capability of the army by using music spells such as marching songs, motivational songs, and rest songs.

The only thing to worry about.

He is the wizard behind Grimm who gave him the potion.

So far, no intelligence related to wizards has been obtained.

If that was a six-ring wizard and he encountered Ye Zhi head-on, the situation would become difficult.

Fortunately, Hildreth and the giant wolf Fry have begun to track down the source of Grimm's witchcraft power... Together, the two of them are enough to kill a six-ring wizard!

Yeats' mind suddenly recalled what the King of the Wild Hunt said to him when they first met.

He said that like him, there is always a reliable woman in front of him——

"Isn't it just a gigolo?"

Yeats was confident and thought:

"If the King of the Wild Hunt can live off his wife, then I, Ye, can do the same!"

* Relying on the intelligence provided by the ravens, Yeats was able to accurately determine the movements of the orc army.

As the orc army got closer and closer to Curling Pass, a heavy atmosphere seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds.

Yeats boosted morale through personal actions and encouraging words.

Whenever the soldiers saw the Duke of Honeysuckle at the front line, they were all encouraged.

Theresa's mood changed from the excitement of arriving at the battlefield for the first time to worry about the future... But at the same time, like most of the defenders of the pass, she seemed to feel a surge of power whenever she saw Yeats's tall figure standing in the cold wind.

That is the unique ability of the Five Rings Hero, [Will of Power].

This will, depending on different ideas, evolves into different auras.

The will of a tyrant will suffocate people; the will of a butcher will make people fearful; the will of a wise man will make people contemplate.

But the Duke of Honeysuckle, a talented poet chosen by God, has a will that is not the melancholy of a poet, but as bright as the sun, as if to give people the courage to move forward.

Theresa vaguely understood the meaning of "capacity" that her father often mentioned.

Staring at Yeats's back, Theresa thought silently in her heart:

"My father promised me to come to the frontline for training. Perhaps he also wanted me to regard Duke Ye Zhi as my learning goal..."

According to the original plan, Yeats would lead the Frostwolf Cavalry to bypass the dangerous mountain roads and raid the rear of the orc army; while Phocas would hold the Curling Pass, waiting for Yeats to bring good news from the rear, and then lead his army to attack and join him.

The time to set out for the expedition comes quietly.

At night, the cold wind is like a knife and frosty stars hang high.

Under the cover of night, more than 800 Frostwolf cavalrymen blended into the pitch-black night. The Frostwolves had stern looks, the soldiers had sharp eyes, and they lined up in neat formation, waiting for the order to march from the Duke of Honeysuckle.

At the front of the queue, next to a snow leopard with frost flames on its body, stood a tall young duke.

He held the reins in his hand, said a brief farewell to Phocas, and said: "Hold on here and wait for my triumphant return."

Phocas's tiger eyes flickered slightly, and the reluctance in his eyes quickly turned into determination. He nodded and said, "Master, after this battle, you will surely be feared in the North!"

Yeats smiled and patted Phocas's shoulder armor.

Turning over and riding on the snow leopard, Yeats caught a glimpse of Theresa in a snow-white cloak, riding a white horse, coming to see him off.

She seemed to want to say something, but hesitated. Finally, she nodded, with a look of deep trust in her beautiful eyes.

A seed called trust took root in Theresa's heart. Now she could understand why her father chose Yeats as his confidant and spared no effort to promote him.

Because Yeats could have stayed in the rear, but he still put himself in the forefront of danger and conflict.

So, if she were in his shoes, she would make the same choice as her father.

Yeats also nodded to Theresa.

After all, he had experienced the test of cold waves and it was not his first time to go to the front line, but it was the first time for Theresa to face the harsh environment and climate of the border.

What is even more torturous is the oppression of the battlefield. Unlike a decent social dance, this is a place for warriors to fight, and the atmosphere is cold and cruel.

He originally thought that Theresa would not be able to bear the pressure and would return to Jiandong Castle early, but Theresa's performance on the front line in the past few days impressed Ye Zhi. She handled the logistical accounts in an orderly manner, and her management ability as the future queen had begun to emerge.

Ye Zhi did not exchange many pleasantries and gave the order:

"Let down the gates!"

The capstan turned and the city gate was placed on the moat.

Under the cover of night, Ye Zhi took the lead, and the Frostwolf cavalry came out one after another, stirring up a vast snow fog on the thick snow ground.

"How many days will it take to cross Silver Crown Peak?"

Ye Zhi asked the Frost Wind Witch beside him.

The main peak of Silver Crown Peak is one of the highest snow-capped peaks in the Jueling Mountains. The entire route is composed of many undulating snow-capped peaks.

When the orc army invades Curling Pass, their route will inevitably pass by the foot of Silver Crown Peak. Ye Zhi has to take advantage of the time difference, climb over Silver Crown Peak and go straight into the heart of the orc army.

Silver Crown Peak is majestic and steep, home to dangerous monsters and blizzards all year round. Even the commander who believes in the God of Strategy, the Black Knight, can hardly predict that the enemy will descend from the top of the snow-capped peak.

What's more, most orc tribes despise tactics.

Ye Zhi adopted the strategy of the Black Knight Chosen Hildurde. From a tactical point of view, it was a dimensionality reduction attack on the orcs! The Frostwind Witch sat on the back of a frost wolf, but unlike the knight who crouched low to resist the wind and snow, she sat sideways on the wolf's back, shaking her two slender legs, revealing her smooth ice-blue skin and bare feet from under her skirt.

Ye Zhi suddenly felt that blue skin was not a problem, after all, he had a blue-skinned wife named Lani at the border.

"Two days if you're lucky."

The Frostwind Witch took out a piece of red pepper from her bosom and ate it raw, drooling as she spoke slowly:

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"If you're unlucky... you'll just have to leave it to fate."

"What do you mean by bad luck?"

"For example, if we encounter a snowstorm or a sudden beast tide."

The Frostwind Witch said, "With my mastery of the power of winter, I can calm either the blizzard or the beast tide in the Absolute Ridge Mountains... But if we encounter both at the same time, the violence of the frost element will increase exponentially, and I won't be able to find the direction easily."

"Although my luck has never been very good."

Ye Zhi said, "But encountering a beast tide and a snowstorm at the same time... shouldn't be that unlucky, right?"

*At Silver Crown Peak, the blizzard was like a white giant blocking out the sun, waving its ruthless hands and smashing the glaciers and thick snow.

Boom! !

The roar of the blizzard was deafening, like the rage of the snow-capped peaks. The frightened monsters rushed out of their nests, trying desperately to escape the blizzard.

Yeats's troops were located on the edge of the blizzard and could have marched quickly to break through the blizzard, but they were attacked by monsters and were forced to stop marching and adjust their formation.

The blizzard seemed to have a powerful pulling force, trying to drag Yeats and the Frostwolf Cavalry into a huge whirlpool.

"Your Excellency the Duke! We are about to be caught in a blizzard!" the herald shouted.

"The scale of the beast tide is still increasing! It can't end before the blizzard stops!" said a sergeant.

Ye Zhi secretly thought that things were always heading for the worst, but he quickly calmed down, and as the spell rumbled, he gave the order:

"Go to the leeward slope ahead, dismount and walk in a circle. Don't let your companions get swept away by the storm!"

Then, Ye Zhi said to the Frostwind Witch: "You go and calm the blizzard! I will stop the beast tide!"

The Frostwind Witch had no objection. She was as light as an elf in the snowy mountains, and her body did not shake at all even in the blizzard.

She walked barefoot, leaving a trail of footprints in the snow, and whispered as she walked towards the center of the blizzard:

"Angry frost element, please listen to my prayer and return to the kingdom of winter..."

Astonishment spread among the Frostwolf Cavalry, and muffled exclamations were heard.

“The snow seems to have really eased!”

"Miracle, this is a miracle!"

"Praise the Winter Goddess, praise His Excellency the Duke!"

The blizzard's winds weakened, but the beast tide continued to grow in size.

Ye Zhi stepped on the wing boots of Medea, and with his amazing flying ability, he moved freely in the blizzard. His eyes penetrated the storm and found the source of the beast tide, a king-level ancestral deer!

The ancestral deer is huge in size, with a pair of huge ancestral horns, on which frost flames burn.

A year ago, Ye Zhi would have had to retreat when facing the beast tide caused by the king-level Thunder Fang Wolves.

And now, the king of monsters can be destroyed with a single move! Ye Zhi's eyes narrowed slightly, and considering the law of natural balance, he consciously restrained his desire to kill and took out the Flute of Pan.

A large-scale lullaby, piercing through the blizzard and echoing in the wind and snow.

Yeats used the music spell to avoid the Frostwolf cavalry.

Under the effect of the lullaby, the ancestral deer calmed down, fell headfirst into the snow, and fell into a sound sleep.

The deer monsters and the wolf monsters that were chasing the deer were also covered by the lullaby, and the riot gradually subsided.

The soldiers looked up at the figure of the Duke of Honeysuckle in the sky, with intense shock and awe in their eyes.

This is the one and only poet chosen by God in this world! The music of the Duke of Honeysuckle is enough to calm the beast tide!

"It's a pity that the orc warriors have violent minds and are not easily affected by the lullaby."

Ye Zhi thought to himself, "When we face the orc army, we can use the lyre in conjunction with the blessing of 'Tragic Infection' to disrupt morale!"

The other side.

The Frostwind Witch communicated with the enraged frost elementals, causing the blizzard's momentum to gradually weaken and eventually stop.

The shadows covering the sky dissipated, and it was already dawn of the next morning, with the morning light shining on the bright snow-capped peaks.

The soldiers all felt lucky to have survived the calamity, and the way they looked at Ye Zhi and the Frost Wind Witch was like worshiping them as if they were gods.

"Your Excellency the Duke, what should we do with these sleeping monsters?" asked the herald.

Ye Zhi frowned slightly and had a headache.

The troops were traveling light and fast, so they certainly couldn't carry so much prey.

But leaving these monsters here is likely to be discovered by the orc reconnaissance team, which will affect the operation.

At this time, the Frostwind Witch said that she could communicate with the beasts in the snow-capped mountains and make them return to their original places.

Ye Zhi was surprised and asked, "Do you have any special abilities in the snowy mountains?"

"No need for food or drink, just eat the wind and drink the dew."

The Frostwind Witch took out a piece of chili and chewed it, then said calmly:

"But more seasoning is not a bad idea."

Ye Zhi: “…”

You are addicted to chili peppers!

At this time, something strange happened again.

The sky above the snow-capped peaks, which had cleared up, was once again covered by dark clouds.

The strong wind swept in accompanied by thunder, and the thunderous sound of horse hooves was heard in the rolling black fog!

Yeats had no expression on his face.

Old acquaintance!

A Wild Hunt knight holding a military flag, clad in black armor, led several other knights and hounds made of black fog, galloping back and forth on the snowy plain.

The monster shrouded in black fog suddenly disappeared, as if it was swallowed by the black fog.

The Wild Hunt often appears during the winter in the North.

And this is not the first time that they have kidnapped their own prey.

Considering that the Wild Hunt could play a role in cleanup this time, Yeats decided not to bother with them.

Suddenly, Ye Zhi had an idea and took out the manuscript he got from Perron from the space bag.

"You guy holding the flag, stop!" Yeats shouted.

The sinister Wild Hunt cavalry stopped their horses, a cold light shot out from the gaps in their helmets, and they looked back at Yeats, as if expressing doubt.

Ye Zhi sneered, "It's you. Don't think I don't remember. It was you who intercepted me here last year!"

Wild Hunt Knight: “…”

Yeats walked forward, pulled out the manuscript of the second volume of The Journey of the King of Lorraine, and put it on the back of the Wild Hunt Knight’s horse. He said:

"Go back and tell your King of the Wild Hunt that if you want to read the next volume, you have to exchange it for something good!"

The Wild Hunt looked at Yeats deeply, gripped the manuscript tightly, and then raised the flag high.

call--

The black fog disappeared and the sky cleared.

The Wild Hunt disappeared without a trace.

Yeats waited patiently for a moment.

Suddenly, a familiar divinity came from the divine realm and fell into his own soul realm.

The wild hunting divinity in the body has grown stronger again! [You have learned a new combat skill! ]

[Combat Skill: Wild Hunting Step: Following the black fog, the figure instantly disappears from the spot, leaving behind a slash, and the figure moves back to create some distance.]

Ye Zhi: “…”

It can be seen that my godfather really wants to read the next volume! (End of this chapter)