"Hey, Old Galoit, come to the bar... The nobles in the south do not do personnel, the supply is a little late this month, but there is at least a little good thing in the cellar, right? At least they can warm you up when facing Anstali."

"Save it for me, and when I get off from above, I may be able to use this thing."

Galoit pushed away the bag of deer leather handed over by his colleague, wiped the frost from his beard, raised his head and squinted his eyes at the tall whistle tower. The wooden whistle tower looked like a lonely giant, standing on this snow-covered rock, looking at the dark forest in the distance.

The Watchmen called these whistles "Grey Giants". It not only has one, but is distributed along the forest border. The cordon was established during the long summer, monitoring the shadows under the Dragon Soar Mountains.

Galoit is a veteran, but he has never seen such a cold winter in twenty-five years. The forest has not yet completely faded the autumn leaves. The breath of Anstali has blown from the north. The severe cold is coming, and the wind and snow are coming. A few days ago, a thick layer of ice was hanging in the cellar, which is something I have never seen before.

He grabbed the creaking ladder and swayed upwards, his thick clothes seemed extremely burdensome at this time, not to mention the heavy chain armor outside, a sword, a shield and a bow.

However, these clumsy clothes did not make him feel warm. They seemed to not exist in front of this strange wind, making him feel a deep cold from his soul.

He raised his head panting, and the howling north wind seemed to be tangible - the cold wind that the watchmen called Anstali's breath swept with snow foam, blew south like a substance, and the entire whistle tower was whirring in the wind, shaking.

The lonely mountain is sank in the sky - it is the Dragon Soul Mountains. According to legend, there was once a place where a giant dragon fell to its death. Before it died, it wailed and formed this gloomy mountain range. Now it really impressed a terrifying dragon and its army of minions.

Galoit looked at the strange shape of the lonely mountain, like a pair of open dragon wings, and felt uneasy. A legend circulating in his hometown is that dragon wings represent death. No one who has seen the shadows under the dragon's wings will come back alive from the battlefield.

The sky in the north was covered with dark clouds, and there was no light, but suddenly, the veteran suddenly found something in the sky in that direction. He blinked his eyes hard and found that a dense array of creatures were flying out from the pass of the lonely mountain.

The creature was covered with the sky, like a tiny black dot covering the entire northern sky. In just a moment, the former's eyes were filled. "Oli is on..." Galoit opened his mouth wide, but twenty-five years of experience of life and death forced him to calm down, grabbed the ladder with his hands, buried his head, and shouted to his colleagues below:

"Quick, bonfire!"

"What? Old Galoit, have you discovered something?" Fengxue's voice pressed over his voice, and the man on the side put his hands beside his mouth and shouted to him.

"Bonfire!" Galoit let go of his hand and gestured down hard: "Go quickly, go and light the bonfire!"

And at that moment, the veteran suddenly heard a crisp sound, like something cracking. He only felt his hands loose, and his whole body flew up as if he had lost his support, lightly-

As the sky was spinning, he saw his colleagues staring at him in a daze, saw the broken wooden ladder, the "gray giant" dispersed in the bitter cold wind, saw the lonely mountain in the sky, and saw the shadow spreading like a dragon's wing...

"They also said this thing is reliable..."

"Those damn bastards must have cut corners..."

Such thoughts flashed through Galoit's mind.

Overnight, seventeen beacons ignited throughout the northern border.

...

The snow has become heavier.

Fang Yu reached out to measure it, and a large swath of snow fell in his palm and melted away. He raised his head again, saw a black smoke column rising from the sky through the window, and turned around and asked, "What is that?"

"It is said that an army appeared in the north, composed of crows and undead," Luo Hao replied without raising his head. Several pages of light screens were suspended in front of him. He gently stroked with his hand and quickly browsed the information on it. He had the habit of getting up every morning to read the news from the community, and Miss Tata knelt on a desk not far away, and was also doing the same thing.

Only Nini lay on her shoulders, stretching out her hand to catch the snowflakes outside with interest, but she couldn't reach that far. "The army?" Fang Yu asked a little surprised.

"Some people say it is the army of the Dragon Witch, and as for where this army is attacking, there is no intelligence yet. In addition, there is a similar army in the west, advancing along the border of the Egonne Forest. This army is composed of dragon beasts," Luo Hao stopped, "This should be the one we saw in Charter City not long ago."

The army of Nico Polas?

Two armies?

Fang Yu didn't expect that so many things would happen overnight. Where will the dragon witch Nico Polas attack next? Is it Gula in the north or Elpaxin in the south?

He reached out and gently grabbed the ring hanging on his chest that had still remained warm. He became increasingly puzzled in his heart what the other party was going to do, was he going to destroy the entire northern border? But Ms. Misu, where are you?

"The entire northern border has started moving," Luo Hao looked at the news from the community and said: "After the fall of Charter City, they established a temporary long summer defense line along the Egonne Forest. Now this line is in urgent need of emergency everywhere, and the watchmen have crossed the traveler swamp and started to head north."

"Watchmen?"

"Elpashin and the army of the Silver Wind Knights, they monitored the movements in the shadow of the Dragon Soar Mountains in the north of the Traveler Swamp. Such actions have lasted for more than half a year, and Elpashin is not completely unemployed."

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Luo Hao shook his head: "They asked for help from the Rainbow Alliance and the Flores."

Fang Yu looked at the Yanzhu in the sky. He was too powerless under such circumstances. He secretly sighed in an erratic way. The disasters in the northern border have not yet subsided, and they have risen again and again, but I am afraid that difficulties and suffering will continue for a long time.

In the hotel lobby, when he said that the batch of supplies did not need to be sent back to the Qihai Traveler and the caravan did not need them, Tianlan's reaction seemed a bit exaggerated.

The poet lady let out a long tone of ‘Ah-?’, but she reacted and waved her hand and explained:

"I'm not saying I don't want to help those poor people, Brother Ed. But in this way, it will be difficult for us to purchase enough supplies in Gray Owl Town. Miss Silvede and I have worked a lot to piece together this batch of supplies. Moreover, we have agreed to that team, so it's not easy to explain now..."

"The material matter can be slower," Fang Yu replied: "We may have to stay here for a while. As for the caravan, you have to explain. Tianlan, there will be no problem, right?"

"Since Brother Ed said so, I have to try it out for a while. Given that I am so cute and sincere, they shouldn't say much, right? If it really doesn't work, I have to compensate the other party." Tianlan replied pretending to be pitiful.

"Okay, no problem, compensation is also worth it, but if the other party spoke up..."

"Don't worry, I'll convince them."

Fang Yu looked at the little girl and always felt something was wrong with the other party's words.

"That's good," but he nodded still, "Tianlan, please send this batch of supplies with you and the box. Saya will send someone to pick you up."

"No problem, let us leave it, by the way," Tianlan's eyes rolled around and asked, "Brother Ed, I'm not too concerned... I just asked by the way, is that Miss Saye very beautiful? Ah--"

Before she could finish her words, she ate a thunderous thunder and ran away in panic.

Fang Yu nodded to him when he saw the box, knowing that he was very concerned about this matter, and he should be at ease with the work of escorting supplies to him. Although the box's ideas were a bit different from those of ordinary people, they were still much more reliable than those of the Paparals.

After saying these words, Fang Ling looked at Silvede on the side. After all, she promised the other party to go to the Second World as soon as possible to find her father's whereabouts, and they still have a lot to do in the First World, such as exploring the secret of the obelisk - which is also related to the disappearance of Sir Mawei.

And find ways to get tickets to the Second World.

Instead of staying in this place to help these refugees. The northern border is so large that refugees are not just the group outside the Gray Owl Town, and they can't help everyone. Just like his previous sigh, the personal power is too thin under such circumstances.

The shipmaster must laugh at him as a bad person again. If the other party came, she would definitely look at this problem with another idea - from the source, rather than solving these problems on the surface. But if you start from the source, the other party's suggestion must be to intervene in the royal dispute.

Indeed, only by calming this dispute can Kaurin-Ishurien quell the dilemma between the north and the south at the same time.

But those things were things that he was unwilling to interfere. There was always no right or wrong in the political struggle. The noble lady was used to looking at this issue with a gaze similar to the ruling class.

It doesn't matter who dies, what's important is that doing so will cause fewer people to die-

But what made Fang Rong feel at ease was that the other party never insisted on his own opinion. He was willing to act with him and always smiled. Even if he knew that he had made a mistake, he never opposed him openly, but he was always willing to help him clean up the mess.

Fang Rong didn't know all this, so he felt a little guilty. Sometimes he would wonder if he was too willful, and perhaps he should follow some advice from the noble lady. But he had to ignore life and death coldly, but he couldn't do it.

"Silweid, do you have any better suggestions?"

The shipmaster smiled and shook his head: "On the contrary, I think the captain is doing the most correct thing."

Fang Yu looked at her a little surprised, almost thinking that the other party was making fun of herself. Her usual answer should not be: 'I don't know very well whether this is right or wrong, but the captain can give it a try.'

Then as for the right thing, she smiled and helped clean up the mess.

This was the first time Fang Ling heard that the other party was so sure of his actions. He couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Silweid, you are not comforting me, you must know that we are wasting a lot of time in this place?"

"The waste of time is profitable," Silvede blinked, "It is a very efficient strategy to win over the enemy's enemies."

"Enemy's enemy?"

The noble lady smiled softly: "Of course we have not yet broken openly with the Crow Claw Temple, but the temple is unlikely to be able to look down on forces like us. Since they have thrown olive branches to the Rainbow League and the Flores' descendants, they naturally stand on the other side of us. Captain, can you understand that there is an irreconcilable contradiction between the free-chosenator and the Alliance-"

Fang Yu was stunned: "Silweid, do you see this?"

Silvede smiled and nodded, "What about that?"

"Okay, okay..."

The shipmaster lowered his head and covered his mouth and chuckled, like a little fox.

...

"Sand Night?"

Hongye tried hard to recall the message about the owner of this name: "I seem to remember that woman, the person on the other side. I only remember that she was a little cold and even self-righteous. To be honest, I hate her very much... I really couldn't believe that woman...Saya would make this choice..."

"This means that anyone will change." Fang Yu typed it word by word.

He stopped, and was slightly surprised. He was just planning to confirm with Hongye about some things about Tapolis mentioned by Saye, but he didn't expect to find out some things about the other party.

But even such people are willing to take responsibility for a group of irrelevant people. Is this a change in mentality caused by different situations? Or is it because there is a kind and warm side in people's hearts?

After a while, Hongye typed:

"Does she need help?"

"Their situation is indeed difficult."

"Will you stay and help them, Ed?"

"It's only a little helping you within your ability."

":)," Hongye smiled and said, "I guess you will answer this way, after all, you are the hero everyone expects."

"Stop kidding me, Miss Hongye."

"I'm serious," Hongye paused, "Do you need our help? Miss Yugudora has returned to the north now."

"You are willing to help them, are you not mortal enemies with them...?"

"Who do you think of us? We left the North for a while, and I didn't expect the situation to develop like this. We are just disagreeing with them and cannot be hostile. Besides, Tapolis no longer exists... Saye... I actually admire her now..."

"It would be great if you were willing to help," Fang Rong typed silently: "I can take the lead here at Saye, but there are not only these refugees in the North... I can't comment on what the Crow Claw Temple does. After all, the North needs such a force to fight against Neco Polas at the moment, but some organizations claim to be civilization, but for their own benefit, they ignore the current disasters-they can obviously do more."

Hongye was stunned for a moment, and could not help but ask, "Ed, what are you going to do?"
To be continued...