The Principality of Frost Riding Castle is surrounded by the sea. Opposite the Blood Bay to the south is the Principality of Xisai, and to the north is the endless Cold Halberd Sea. To the east is adjacent to the Stone Sea, called Iron Shoe Bay, and finally to the west are the battle scars
The bay is separated from the frozen continent by a sea of ice.
As the war bays of Frost Riding Castle, Iron Shoe Bay and Battle Scar Bay are kept away from strangers all year round. Even Grand Duke Pablo cannot violate this habit.
Chapter.1Alcoholic Smith
The wind and snow in Frost Riding Castle rarely stopped today. Although the sun was dazzling, it could not bring any warmth. The snow was firmly attached to the ice layer, and the ice layer was always stuck to the ground.
Creak, creak, creak! The leather boots were raised high, and in an instant, they stepped hard on the ground. Whoosh, whoosh! A thick, ox-like panting sound hovered in the air, and the halberd and giant sword kept repeating the assassination or slashing.
The three-masted sailing ship was tied up with iron locks, and barrels of kerosene were counted and stored. The heavy crossbow pointed its spearhead at Bloody Bay, or in the direction of Knight's Principality.
The training that lasted from midnight to early morning finally came to an end, but after two hours of rest, they still had to practice actual combat.
As for those who are brandishing weapons, they are preparatory personnel who have not yet officially become the Iron Cavalry of Frost Cavalry. They are all in their twenties, and most of them are not professionals.
Either it is the self-consciousness of being the eldest son in the family, or it is to leave hope until tomorrow, or it is to be alone, and the heart is filled with hatred.
The Iron Cavalry of Frost Riding Castle is no different from other principalities. The people who make up each have their own stories, which may be happy or sad, some may be touching, or some may be embarrassing to tell others.
Frost Castle Iron Cavalry is completely different from other principalities. There is no comfortable climate, no hierarchical system, and no so-called vacation period.
Eat, sleep, practice, get injured, treat, recover, and get out. Everyone repeats this cycle every day, either transforming into a real warrior in Iron Shoe Bay, or rolling back to the main city of Frostrider Castle in despair. It’s just that that kind of person can’t hold his head high for the rest of his life. Frost Riding Castle is a principality that highly values heroes, but on the contrary, it despises weak people.
A loud noise appeared out of thin air. The preparing soldiers present were not surprised at all and continued to practice. However, their eyes were subconsciously aimed at the center of the field.
Two men were tied to the huge wooden cross. One of them had passed out long ago, and the other was gritting his teeth and enduring the pain.
Another whip, and the skin on his chest was instantly torn open, and the blood slowly dripped, eventually blending with the snow. There was no begging for mercy, and no explanation.
"There has never been a deserter in the Iron Cavalry of Frost Riding Castle, and the souls of the warriors in Iron Shoe Bay are all heroes."
"Damn thing, useless trash! You don't deserve to live, you don't deserve to breathe this holy cold air with us."
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he raised his head and drank all the ale in the leather bag. The long sword glowed with fluorescence, and the swordsman's pressure rose to the sky. The man on the cross on the left was no longer drowsy, because he had fallen asleep forever.<
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Pfft! The long sword pierced through the snow, shattered the ice, and finally penetrated deeply into the soil. The new wine bag was held in his hand again, and the strong man turned to look at the person on the right.
"You... you bastard! You are obviously the one who works the hardest, you obviously have a great future, and you are just an ordinary person. Why do you choose to run away? Why do you live up to my expectations of you!"
After the third whipping, the man tied to the cross finally groaned, but his eyes were still filled with perseverance, showing no intention of retreating.
"I'm just an ordinary person, but I just work harder. One more of me in Tiediwan is not more, and one less of me is not more. Why are you so persistent?"
"Sir, my wife is sick in bed now. The cold is severe or minor. I have to go back and have a look at her, even if she becomes a corpse."
The man grinned, trying to force out a smile, but he just spat out another mouthful of blood. He was not afraid of death, but was worried that his beloved wife would be sad because of it.
The love of the poor is so helpless. The piece of bread that can fill one's stomach cannot satisfy the needs of two people.
Therefore, the man came to Iron Shoe Bay and became a member of the Frost Cavalry Castle. However, he never had the ambitions of the superiors. He only hoped to send more gold coins back to his family.
"Sir, my wife has always been weak and sick, and she has neither relatives nor friends. If I don't go back, I probably won't see her again."
After the man finished speaking, he looked at the strong man with a calm face. This strong man was named Smith, who was the ruler of Iron Shoe Bay and the eldest son of Grand Duke Pablo.
His temper is more violent than the previous one, and coupled with his strength as a swordsman, most people would never dare to provoke him easily. However, his hatred for other principalities is also the most serious among the people of Frost Riding Castle.
Because of the old Grand Duke's business decisions, his wife died in the Principality of Cisse. The two had just gotten married at that time, and even the wedding decorations had not been thrown away.
From that day on, Smith moved out of the main city of Frost Riding Castle and took the initiative to come to Iron Shoe Bay. He stayed here for many years, so long that his thoughts for his late wife turned into snow.
"I'll give you five days. The remaining seven lashes will be put aside for the time being. The training time will be doubled after that. Get lost!" Smith said and poured the ale into his stomach again.
The carriage galloped towards Frost Riding Castle, but Smith looked into the distance silently. If he had been so persistent back then, maybe his wife would not have died in a foreign land.
Chapter.1Stewart the Corpse Bard
As exciting as Iron Shoe Bay must be, Battle Scar Bay on the other side of Frost Riding Castle seems very deserted. There are only the most basic drills and patrol tasks here, and there is nothing else going on.
However, the Iron Cavalry of Frost Cavalry Castle did not slack off at all, either choosing to sparring with friends or staying in the camp to recover their physical strength.
Because there will be a full-scale battle in Battle Scar Bay at the end of every month, the winner will receive ten gold coins, while the loser will continue to compete with the loser. As for the remaining three people, they will be personally killed by the person in power. p>
Under this kind of high-pressure iron law, no one would be stupid enough to slack off and relax, because it is no less than a kind of chronic suicide. Only by becoming stronger can we live well.
"Stuart, your method is really good. I want to try it in the Principality College one day." Baile Gang, the owner of the Divine Blessing Knight, the Fishy Wind Knight, and the Rock Gun of the Principality, said softly.
"Absolutely not. The Principality Academy is the foundation of our Frost Riding Castle. Those children are still too immature." Stuart, the leader of Battle Scar Bay, shook his head and refused.
"I didn't expect you, an old guy, to be quite reasonable, but..." Divine Blessing Knight Bailegang frowned and listened to the words that came to his lips.
"It's just that in this state of mind, I can never reach the peak, right?" Stewart smiled and took a sip of hot tea.
Although the old man is nearly seventy years old, he is a glorious knight hiding in the shadows, and he is only one step away from reaching the top.
However, he, known as the "Corpse Bard", has never been able to abandon the last touch of humanity deep in his heart. This is the shackles that prevent him from becoming a peak powerhouse.
However, the blessed knight Bailegang discovered that this is what the opponent should be like now. The wind and snow came to Frost Riding Castle again, and everyone started a new day of life.