Frost Wings

As one of the coldest places in Antas, the North is generally peaceful, and the freezing cold keeps creatures from doing useless movements unless necessary, lest precious heat be lost unnecessarily.

Just calm does not mean tranquility and peace, because there are few people and mixed species, and this is also the famous place of chaos in Antas.

The village was ablaze with fire, and the looting of the grey orcs brought an astonishing disaster.

Two snow elf scouts stared at the gray-white orcs burning, killing and looting outside the burning village. Orc settlement.

Different from the snow elf tribes that actively communicate with the outside world, the white orcs are reclusive and isolated, living in inaccessible forests. If there is anything that can allow outsiders to come into contact with them, it is probably the white orc robbery that will inevitably appear after every autumn. Plundered.

The further north you go, the more barren materials. In the white orc forest, the annual prey cannot meet the needs of these burly and powerful orc subspecies. After supplying the food and clothing of new born children and teenagers every year, the old people will be sent away. The white orcs brought a large number of young men to loot outside the wild forest, thereby reducing the pressure on food and controlling the population invisibly.

Fighting with white orc safari groups is something that almost all northern peoples face every year.

It's just that this year's is different from previous years.

Due to the rampant poaching teams in the north, the beasts in the orc forest are decreasing day by day.

The elf tribes in the south heard the news that the white orcs on the snowy plains could not bear it this year. All the tribes united and elected a great chief and formed an army of 2,000 orcs, ready to invade the south and punish the unruly. of humans and elves.

The number of this 'army' is already very amazing in the North. Dibai's extraordinary martial arts - there is at least one such weapon master in almost every white orc tribe. This kind of disaster-level warrior appears on the battlefield. With the assistance of shamans and sharpshooters, it can create a meat grinder. General horror effect.

On the marching route of this army for more than a month, the famous large-scale nomads, barbarians, elves, and dwarf tribes in the north have been trampled down one after another. They walked down the map in the direction of the south, and the location of Snow Marsh Town was right in front of them.

"...In a day at most, the vanguard of the white orcs will arrive?"

After receiving the report from the scouts, Cha Salin, the mayor of Xuenmaru Town, frowned. She has the same long silver hair and light blue pupils as her daughter, but the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes make her look a bit vicissitudes.

"The vanguard of 400 people is probably enough to launch an attack without the follow-up army coming. Captain Sindar, how many people are left in our guard?"

"200 people, the patriarch, our tribe plus other permanent residents." Sindar gritted his teeth: "If we mobilize urgently, we can gather 250 people."

"Ah~" The patriarch shook his head frowningly: "Where are the reinforcements? We have agreed to their conditions."

"The reinforcements, probably tomorrow." Sindar said: "Patriarch, tomorrow afternoon."

"Then the 250 of us have to resist for half a day." Chasalin was even more distressed. She thought for a long time and sighed: "That's it, Sindar, strengthen the fortifications, there is not much time left for us."

"Yes, Patriarch, please cheer yourself up." Sindar bowed and quietly backed away.

"Cheer up?" Chasalin looked at the giant tree in the center of Snow Marsh Town and gave a deep wry smile.

When this war is over, the tribe in Xuenuma Town will be completely in a dilemma. This is the result that the tribe can only obtain at a huge price.

Thinking of the future, Cha Salin was a little depressed and didn't know how to cheer up.

She walked into the backyard, a room in the yard, the guard dutifully guarded the door, saw Chasaline coming, and opened the door with a solemn salute.

Sif was sitting on the bed, holding the puppet and sitting there quietly.

When Patriarch Chasalin saw Sif's appearance, he couldn't help but shed tears from sadness: "Sif."

"Mom." The elf girl looked at her mother who had been frowning for a month in confusion, and couldn't help feeling a little distressed. Her mother also looked at her with the same eyes.

"I'm sorry, baby, mother has no ability to revitalize the tribe, so you can only make sacrifices for the tribe." Patriarch Chasalin said sobbing.

"It's okay, Mom, but..." Sif's expression was gloomy: "I really don't want to get married."

"Yes, Fatalin actually violated the rules of the Northland elves for thousands of years and proposed a marriage contract to an underage elves. It's blasphemy." Anger appeared on the patriarch's face, which soon turned to sadness: "Mom really He has no ability to resist their demands, and they have to set up the defense line in the south, if he does not comply with his demands, the town of Snow Marsh and the mother tree will be destroyed."

"It doesn't matter Mom, maybe this is destiny." Sif blinked her eyes in a low mood.

"Baby, you must have a good rest, this may be our last quiet night, good night." Patriarch Chasalin gently kissed Sif's forehead, walked to the door, looked back at Sif, and the elf girl waved Waving her hand, Chasaline sighed and closed the door reluctantly.

destiny.

...

Sev pulled up the quilt and said softly.

She blinked in confusion, what is fate?

Perhaps it is something that cannot be rejected but must face as life goes on.

Sif suddenly thought of what happened two years ago, the red dragon that came from the sky, and the white dragon that scared him at first but gradually made him laugh.

That's fate too.

Don't know where Mr. Long went?

Sif suddenly missed the Ice Palace a little bit. Although life there could not be called freedom, she felt relieved after gradually understanding Baihe's character. Returning to the tribe that had been caring about day and night for the past two years, Sif clearly felt that something was weighing on her, and she was far less comfortable than when she was in the Ice Palace.

The thing was heavy and dark, making her a little breathless.

Responsibility, affection, protection.

~If you want to protect the town, you must agree to the 'treaty' of the elf patriarch.

Sif remembered the 'young and promising' patriarch in the general opinion of the elves. She had also seen the male elf named Fatalin. Although he was polite on the surface, he was aggressive at the negotiating table. Sif always felt that there was something hidden under her polite-looking face.

The elf girl had an intuition inexplicably, and it must be a very painful thing to marry with this person.

She sighed and lifted the quilt, the coldest season was about to arrive in the Northland, but with Baihe's collar, she was not afraid of the cold in this house with a fireplace.

Snow water was boiling on one side of the room. She took off her coat and wanted to wash her body, but her body suddenly stiffened when she bowed her head.

I don't know when there was a shadow on the head of the bed.

Sif was stunned for a moment, and she looked at it with concentration, and found that the shadow looked like a half-year-old child. She raised her head and saw the red eyes and white hair lit by the fire of the fireplace. After a while of surprise, she was embarrassed: "Huh? Long, Mr. Longlong, why are you here?"

"Why am I here?" Bai He looked at Sif with his eyelids twitching, and suddenly became furious: "I can't come again, wait for you to run away with others?"

Bai He's tone was full of annoyance. Since he knew that Sif had left, he immediately got more detailed information from Baron Jonker. Sif was taken away by the mercenary group holding a bounty and sent to Snow Marsh Town. Unexpectedly, what made him angry was that the mayor of Xuenuma Town sold Sif to an elf patriarch for the sake of the alliance of the various northern elves.

Isn't this posture to green him? When he's a green-headed dragon?

Bai He was very upset and rushed over quickly.

Sif hurriedly covered Baihe's mouth: "Mr. Long, be quiet, you will hear it outside."

She hugged Bai He, her whole body was sticking to his back, her face was slightly red, and there was no unnatural feeling.

"What are you afraid of?" Bai He opened Sif's hand and glared at Sif: "Can Benlong talk to you so that people outside can hear it? Is my sound insulation technique fake?"

"That's good..." Sif smirked awkwardly. She blinked her eyes at Bai He, and suddenly scratched her head with a smile: "Mr. Long is fine, that's great."

"You want me to die and be at peace with your elf fiance?" Sif's attitude made Bai He a little relieved, and he rolled his eyes and asked.

"No no no no no, I don't like him."

Sif quickly waved her hand in denial.

"Huh? You don't like male elves, don't you like Benlong?" Bai He asked expectantly.

"No, Mr. Long, you are still a child." Sif dryly smiled.

Bai He was very angry, and hugged Sif with his teeth and claws: "You brave maid, how dare you tell the truth at such a time? Ah woo!"

"Don't bite, Mr. Long, it hurts!" Sif broke away from Baihe, crying and laughing, and hurriedly put on her clothes.

"Huh! Aren't you a child too?" Bai He curled his lips: "Is that the elf lo*ic*n actually attacking you with hunger? This is shameless! I must eat him! Also, you say you Don't like him? That's still forcing marriage! It's abominable! I'll go to your mother and have a good talk."

"No, Mr. Long, please don't hurt my clan." Sif quickly grabbed Baihe: "My mother is also forced to."

"Then tell the truth, do you want to go with me or stay?" Bai He snorted proudly and asked.

If you want to stay, grab it, if not, take it away happily, perfect.

Bai He pondered the script in his heart and gave himself a like.

Sif hesitated. Her eyes lit up, and her mood soon fell again: "It's great that Mr. Long can come to me, but my clan is threatened with death, and I can't shirk my responsibility."

"Do you want to stay here or go with me?" Bai Long said, seeing Sif's sway.

"Woo~" Sif's eyes turned red, looking at this furious white dragon, she suddenly felt a little aggrieved~www.wuxiahere.com~ Hmph, what a mother-in-law, indecisive! Or Benlong to help you choose. Bai He roared, grabbed the disheveled Sif, spread his wings with his power armor, smashed through the room, and flew out.

Hearing the movement, Cha Salin rushed out disheveled. She was stunned as she watched the white shadow that flew out of sight in the blink of an eye grabbed her daughter away. Loudly bewildered.

Another bad news came from the scouts in front: "Patriarch, the white orc vanguard did not set up camp, but rushed over directly, and will arrive in two hours."

Cha Salin's eyes darkened, and she felt as if she had been hit with a sap. After a long time, she reluctantly ordered: "Quick! Quickly call up the guards and prepare to fight."

"Patriarch!" Another scout said: "The messenger of the alliance has arrived, and Lord Fatalin has arrived in person."

The patriarch's eyes were dark again, and he almost didn't stand still: "God! Is this going to kill my clan?"

Thinking of her daughter who was taken away inexplicably, Cha Salin thought desperately in her heart.