Chapter 318: Shocking the North, Stopping the Crying Children

"I have to return to Her Highness and take care of her."

Ke Lin didn't want to be a light bulb anymore, so he prepared to leave and sent a message:

"When you meet His Highness, please keep the fact that I am accompanying you a secret. I will be very grateful."

Yeats and Hildesh embraced each other tenderly for a few moments.

Upon hearing Colin's message, Yeats replied: "I understand your Majesty's good intentions, don't worry."

Colin nodded slightly and used his combat skill Sword Light Follows. His figure flew up and turned into a sword beam, disappearing into the gray sky.

"The snake witch should have a lot of good stuff on him. We can search for it."

As soon as Hildreth finished speaking, the snowy owl flew back to Ye Zhi, holding a ring with a spatial aura in its mouth.

Ye Zhi rubbed the head of the Snow Owl, secretly sighing that the pet had its own pickup, which saved him a lot of trouble. He immediately injected a trace of magic power into the bronze ring and checked the captured spoils.

There was a large empty area in the storage ring. It was probably because the snake wizard Karon had thrown all the materials into the magic circle at once when he was arranging the shedding ceremony.

After all, he was a six-ring wizard, and he still had a lot of good stuff in his remaining stock.

A rare snake venom staff, a disposable scroll of the sixth-ring spell 'Tornado Barrier', rubies, cat's eyes, black agates of all sizes worth nearly ten thousand gold coins, a fifth-ring potion [Emperor Snake Potion], snake bone wood, blood thorns and other magic array materials, a tortoise shell of the emperor-level magic beast 'Oasis Tidecaller', and a familiar ancient coin.

"What a great harvest!" Ye Zhi couldn't help but smile as he counted the fruits one by one.

The snake venom staff is particularly useful for mages who specialize in poison. If you can't use it yourself, you can take it to the Mage Guild to exchange it for a staff of rare quality.

Throw the scroll of 'Tornado Barrier' to Snow Owl and let it figure it out on its own, so that it can learn its first six-ring spell as soon as possible.

[Emperor Snake Potion] is one of the potions required for an assassin to advance to the fifth ring. It is a relatively rare potion that is used in exchange for the fifth ring warrior potion, which is enough for Axe to complete the promotion.

As for the shell of the Oasis Tidecaller, Yeats speculated that it was originally used by the snake wizard Charon for divination.

"I just happen to need a tortoise shell from an emperor-level magical beast. I want to offer it to Medes during the Holy Festival in March and ask him to help me restore my lyre to legendary quality."

Ye Zhi stroked the tortoise shell and thought to himself, "This one is just right!"

The last ancient coin was of the same style as Mammon’s coin. Ye Zhi was not sure about its purpose yet, so he put it into the space bag.

The corpses of the snake witch were of no use, and its poison would only continue to cause pollution if left on the sea. Ye Zhi asked Hilde to use the black flame contained in the sword in the tree to burn the corpses into ashes.

Prepare to return.

Gleam's head could be of great use, so Yeats took it with him.

Firstly, it could cause the orc tribe to panic and they would not dare to set foot in Morningfrost Ridge for many years to come.

Secondly, it can promote Yeats's prestige and prove that he is the ultimate winner of this battle.

"Go back to Curling Pass first, and then return to Morning Frost Ridge with me."

Ye Zhi looked at Xilude and smiled, "The celebration dinner cannot be without you."

The cold wind blew up her red cloak, and her injured eyes looked even more heroic. Hildreth's face showed tenderness, and she nodded gently.

"I've been looking forward to this for a long time."

The cold wind howled, blowing the curling stone and the fluttering flag.

The old knight stood on the top of the city wall, gazing at the horizon with the slender blonde princess.

The endless snow and the endless sky merged into a white stripe at the end. From the far end of the snowy horizon, the figure of the silver-armored knight slowly emerged.

Breaking through the wind and snow, triumphantly returning.

The voice of the Duke of Honeysuckle was infused with magic, like thunder, echoing above the Curling Pass.

"I have killed the enemy chieftain."

The voice contained an unquestionable force, like a real will that enveloped all directions.

He repeated again: "The enemy chieftain has been killed by me!"

Fokasi was moved, and noticed Theresa's expression out of the corner of his eye, only to see that she was staring at the returning figure, a little absent-minded.

Every soldier guarding Binghu Pass clearly heard the victory report personally sent back by the lord.

The arrogant orc chieftain, the culprit of this war, was killed by the hands of the lord!

Shocked, excited, and fanatical, strong emotional fluctuations were revealed on the faces of the people in the city.

The joy of surviving a catastrophe, the pride of defeating a powerful enemy, the respect for a hero...

All the emotions converged into a torrent and fell into a brief silence.

Until Yeats raised the sword in his hand and ignited this passion completely.

The cheers were deafening, echoing as enthusiastically as an overwhelming tidal wave!

“We won!!”

"Long live the Lord!"

Warriors struck their shields with their swords, raised their spears above their heads, and blew the sound of horns across the rolling mountains.

The honeysuckle flag stands on the city gate tower, fluttering freely in the fierce wind.

Ye Zhi looked up and met Theresa's gaze, only to see that the princess' eyes were slightly red, with something crystal clear hidden in them.

After a while, a smile appeared on her lips. Her gentle words were drowned in the cold wind, but could still be heard through her lips.

"Your Excellency the Duke, congratulations on your triumphant return."

Yeats nodded in greeting.

At this moment, a sharp gaze came from the side.

Hildreth and the giant wolf Frey stared at them eagerly, and the swords hanging in the trees behind them seemed to become hot.

Ye Zhi felt as if he had a thorn in his back, and said lightly: "Just a friend."

"What kind of friends?" Hildreth asked casually.

"True friends," Yeats said, "are hard to find, but two or three are enough."

Hildes pondered Yeats' words and said, "It's just that your two or three true friends happen to be beautiful women?"

Ye Zhi thought for a moment and said:

“There are exceptions.”

"What exception?"

"The King of the Wild Hunt." Yeats answered frankly.

Hildre was startled and smiled, like a flaming red rose in the cold wind.

The giant wolf Frye looked at the handsome God-chosen poet in front of him with deep eyes. He had been looking forward to meeting Yeats for a long time. After all, Yeats was very likely to be like the King of the Wild Hunt, not bound by the thread of fate.

And obviously, he has a close relationship with the King of the Wild Hunt, which makes the giant wolf Frye even more certain about his guess.

Ye Zhi noticed the look in the giant wolf Frye's eyes and smiled, "Actually, I personally like making friends... Thank you for your help, Lai Fu, ahem... I mean, thank you and Hildreth for coming to save me, Frye."

The giant wolf Frye showed an arrogant look and ignored Ye Zhi. He glanced at the little squirrel standing on Ye Zhi's shoulder and suddenly froze.

As an ancient creature that has survived from the Old Era to the present day, the giant wolf Frye has a keen sense of the existence of other creatures from the Old Era.

The giant wolf Frye sensed a breath from the old era on this squirrel, but...what was the origin of this squirrel that had survived from the old era to this day?

"Are you... the descendant of Totem Ratatosk?" asked the giant wolf Frye tentatively.

"No," said Diamond. "I am Ratatosk."

Giant Wolf Fry: "..."

Giant Wolf Fry: (｀Д)!! It is the great god of the World Tree! The totem [Tusk Traveler], also known as Ratatoskr, is an ancient existence like [Storm Eagle] and [Black Dragon of Evil], living together in the World Tree that supports the nine worlds.

The little squirrel claimed to be the Fanged Traveler. Naturally, the giant wolf Frye refused to believe it, but he did feel that the other party had a great background, and his arrogant demeanor gradually subsided.

Ye Zhi: “…”

I still like your rebellious look just now, recover a little! *The war ended.

The Duke of Honeysuckle won a great victory at Curling Pass, defeating tens of thousands of orc expeditionary forces and beheading the orc chieftain Grim.

The news quickly spread to the northern part of the Golden Lion Kingdom and the border with the Northern County Kingdom.

When they first heard the news, both the nobles and the tribal people could not believe it.

Until more and more details of the war were revealed——

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The Duke of Honeysuckle led the cavalry across the dangerous mountains and cut off the expeditionary army's food supply like a divine army descending from the sky, thus defeating the morale of the orc army in one fell swoop.

And in the subsequent duel, he even killed the tribe's first warrior, Grim, with his own hands!

These deeds have a lot of evidence and are highly credible. For a time, they caused a great sensation on the border between the two countries! The Thunder Hoof Tribe.

In the cave, Atalia Earth Totem, a huge tauren warrior, was carrying a huge totem stone pillar. He looked at the frustrated Dirong Thunderhoof and said with concern: "Brother Dirong, you are back alive and well, right? Listen to my advice, there is no need to be so dejected!"

The Centaur Chieftain Dirong raised his head, glanced at the enthusiastic Atalia, and sighed, "I regret that I was credulous and joined Grim's team, which caused heavy losses to the tribe. Alas!"

"I told you a long time ago that the human named Ye Zhi is the chosen one of the gods of art. He has a great background."

Atalia shook her head and said, "Besides, Grim was brutal and reckless, and that human caught him in the act, and he even lost his life there... It can only be said that it was destined."

"Even I lost to him in a duel..." Di Rong was still in shock. Thinking of the soul contract he had signed with the human knight, he shook his head and said nothing.

Atalia was surprised and asked, "He actually defeated you in a single fight?"

Emperor Rong's face was full of bitterness, and he nodded slightly.

"This..." Atalia widened her eyes.

He understood Di Rong's strength. Under the blessing of Di Rong's ancestor, it was difficult for him to defeat Di Rong in a one-on-one fight.

However, that chosen one by God of Art not only had unrivaled artistic talent in the world, he was also so talented in combat, which really shocked Atalia!

Looking at Dirong, who had been traumatized by Yeats, Atalia put down the stone pillar, took out a bell and a wooden stick from her belt, and said comfortingly: "Don't be discouraged, brother Dirong, I'll play a more cheerful song for you!"

Ding, ding, ding!

Atalia began to ring the bell.

Emperor Rong was overwhelmed with grief. He picked up the wine barrel with both hands and began to drink.

"Wow--"

The howling of a centaur baby was heard in the cave, followed by a woman's whisper of comfort.

"Don't cry... If you cry again, Ye Zhi will ride on the Frostwolf and take you away!"

The crying stopped immediately.

A similar scene was played out in every tribe in the southwestern part of the northern border.

In the desolate Gobi Desert, there is a troll camp.

Witch doctor Wall received the information sent back by the scout ahead with a falcon. He hurriedly opened the letter and looked at it. His pupils shrank slightly and a look of shock appeared on his face.

The troll Ogg came over at a great speed and called out, "Wol, any news?"

Witch doctor Wall took a deep breath, calmed the shock on his face, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Yezhi and the human defenders... defended the Curling Pass... Gleim and his allied forces... were completely wiped out!"

Oger's eyes widened, and he murmured in surprise:

"I thought... my friend would win, but this record is really..."

“It’s really dazzling.”

The witch doctor Wall said in a bitter voice, which contained a hint of fear and worry:

"Ogg, are you sure that your friend is trustworthy... that he won't kill the troll tribe when we are no longer useful to him?"

The troll Ogg's eyes were deep. He was no longer the carefree hunter he used to be, but had assumed the responsibilities of being the king of trolls.

However, deep in his heart, he still retains ideals and beautiful visions.

"Yeats is Oger's friend." Oger said firmly, "Friends should trust friends!"

The Kingdom of Northshire, the capital, Oslo.

Anchor Palace.

The entire palace was built in the shape of a giant ship, anchored on the coastline, with its bow pointing straight towards the calm harbor.

Every human who comes to Oslo to do business will see the majestic Anchor Palace and be deeply shocked by the grandeur of this giant ship palace.

Anchor Palace, in the garden.

King Harrag, wearing a straw hat, was working in the vegetable garden.

The court wizard in a purple robe walked quickly over, stood outside the king's cherished vegetable garden, and whispered, "Your Majesty, I have something important to report."

"It's you, Philus." Harrag took off his straw hat and put it on his chest, showing a kind smile like an old farmer. "Whatever you want to say, just stand there and talk."

"Your Majesty, you should still remember the chosen poet who was promoted in the Aurora Poetry Society, right?" said Philus.

Harrag thought for a moment and said, "Are you talking about the Duke of Honeysuckle of Morningfrost Ridge?"

"That's right." Philus nodded. "Duke Honeysuckle killed the orc chieftain Grim and defeated tens of thousands of orc expeditionary forces at Curling Pass, shocking the border. Now his reputation is spreading throughout the southwest!"

There are four major tribes in the tribe, scattered across the southwestern territory of the Northshire Kingdom. They are a force that cannot be ignored in the Northshire Kingdom.

Harrag was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly became serious, he put down the hoe in his hand and said, "Do you have a battle report? Bring it to me for review!"

After a moment.

King Harrag, who had already changed into royal robes and was sitting on the throne in the palace, put down the parchment scroll, with a hint of deep surprise in his eyes.

Yeats was able to defeat the orc army, which was beyond Harrag's expectations!

He originally wanted to use the orcs as the vanguard, let them invade Golden Lion, and then send the main force to march south.

However, Yeats almost single-handedly disrupted Harrager's plan. If he had rashly sent out troops at this time, it would have inevitably caused greater losses and would have been detrimental to Harrager's rule.

"What a Yeats from the Bronte family."

King Harrag said with a sigh of appreciation for talent:

"Philos, write a letter of condolence in my name and send it to the Duke of Honeysuckle... In the future, if he comes to visit the North again, I will host a banquet in the Anchor Palace and entertain him personally!"

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(End of this chapter)