In the cold north and the desolate land, Rhodes felt that the world in front of him became clear again. Yes, he once again entered the white bear's body and had its vision, hearing and smell. However, this time, he could not
Control its will and whereabouts.
Rhodes could feel the cold current around him, tearing at his skin like sharp teeth. Even though his body was covered with thick fur, the cold still surrounded him.
The white bear was running. It was running alone in the dark forest, but it was not the forest that Rhodes was familiar with. It was not a black forest, but a frozen forest covered with thick snow.
Everything here is withered. The Black Forest is already very cold. It is so cold that there are only three months of summer in a year. Only three months of snow can melt and allow the trees to grow young leaves, and only three short months.
It takes months for the black forest to grow. And this forest is even more exaggerated. It seems to be located further north and the climate is colder. In front of you, there are only endless dead branches and tree trunks, all covered with snowflakes. These trees are continuously
The tree trunks are all white, and Rhodes cannot name them. But what is certain is that they are very old, older than the Kingdom of Kislev, and even older than the Empire. Perhaps before the first Chaos invasion
It already existed. The smell of death exuding from the woods made Rhodes feel uneasy.
The white bear continued to run.
Rhodes didn't know where Spirit Bear was taking him. The scenery in front of him was constantly changing. The temperature was getting lower and lower, to the point where plants could no longer survive. At the end of the forest were mountains. Looking around, the white mountains looked like
The giant at the end of the world lies on the edge of the forest. At the foot of the mountain, the trees become sparse, and the exposed rocks are as visible as the statues of ancestors.
Spirit Bear continued to run, and when the last white tree was left behind, it entered the endless mountains.
Rhodes has never been here. However, according to the records in the book, the mountains in front of him are very much like the troll mountains. It is said that the ice trolls who once served in the Chaos Legion live there. They feed on all living creatures.
Sometimes, even trees and rocks can be eaten as food. Their size exceeds that of ordinary greenskin and beastmen, and even knights appear short and insignificant in front of them.
Rhodes didn't know why Spirit Bear wanted him to see this. It seemed that he wanted to convey some kind of message? Or, was this the call of fate? Rhodes didn't know. This time, he wanted to know. However, his vision gradually changed.
Disappeared, the blizzard he had never seen before gradually buried his vision. He gradually withdrew from the body of the white bear, and when he got up panting, he was surrounded by a quiet and peaceful scene.
The room was tidied up by the servants, the charcoal in the stove was burning brightly, and the room was filled with warm breath. He was covered with a blanket and a soft feather cushion under him. Everything was very comfortable. It seemed that,
It's just a dream...
Just as he was about to go out for some fresh air, the housekeeper Muros knocked on the door.
"Sir, all the guests are here."
Muros said respectfully.
"Okay, let everyone rest in the room first, I will go down right away."
Rhodes said. Then he turned around and prepared to put on his clothes. Unlike other lords, Rhodes usually wears his own clothes and takes care of himself. He is not used to letting others enter his room. Unless he needs to wear heavy clothes before a battle.
Only when you are wearing mail can you let your servants help. At other times, those who can take care of themselves can take care of themselves. After all, the living habits developed in the past are not easy to change, and Black Hammer Castle is not a big place, just a remote place. If it were in the Celestial Empire, it would be
It is equivalent to the village chief of a local village. However, Kislev has a small population, so a few hundred people can be considered a lord.
Ten minutes later, Rhodes finished washing and appeared neatly in front of the guests in a brown dress.
Walking towards him was Alvis, the internal affairs manager and financial manager of Iron Ring City. Iron Ring City is a big city, and Aubrey did not come in person because it was expected by Rhodes. Perhaps in the eyes of this guy, resisting the beastmen is a big problem.
It's just a normal thing, or maybe the lord of Iron Ring City is still resenting the champion player he defeated him in the first place and not giving him face. But no matter what, as long as the goal is achieved, that's all.
Rhodes received the dwarf cordially. Alves became more and more important in Rhodes' eyes. In Rhodes' view, half of the operation of Iron Ring City depended on this dwarf, from internal affairs to finance to diplomacy.
Holiday preparations, etc., these things are all done by Alves. Compared to his butler, Alves does too many things. However, as he said himself, no matter how much the dwarf does, he will always
Missing.
"Ah, Lord Blackhammer, it is not easy for you to achieve what you have achieved today. On behalf of Iron Ring City, I would like to express my gratitude to you and congratulate you on this great victory." Alvis said loudly so that everyone could hear. Iron Ring City
The Ring City Lord did not come in person, which is a small compensation.
"Haha, that's not enough to use the word 'great', my friend."
Rhodes returned with a smile.
"No, no, no. We still need to face the fact that hundreds of beastman troops and werewolf troops blocked you from the city. This is an unprecedented achievement. Everyone who participated in this battle should feel
pride."
Alves continued to speak humbly and politely.
"Well, thank you for your praise, Blackhammer Castle welcomes you."
Rod returns.
The small banquet hall was filled with dwarf stout and imported wine from Bretonnia. Three roasted fat sheep were also brought to the dining table. The charcoal in the fireplace burned brightly, baking the small room very well.
It is warm; the hanging lamps decorated with colored glass bloom with colorful streams of light, reflecting the rare red light on everyone's face. The brown carpet covers the hall, making the entire banquet hall look a bit tall. This is the most luxurious place in Black Hammer Castle.
The configuration is complete. Although these things are also left behind by Rhodes's grandfather's grandfather's generation, they can at least support the scene.
For this banquet, Rhodes took out all the fine wines that had been stored in the wine cellar for many years. After all, without the reinforcements from these two cities, Blackhammer Castle would not be able to hold on today. The nobles and queen of Kislev have great responsibilities.
The taste of the North's self-destruction.
In the corner, Rhodes noticed that Caroline's old father, Baron Varrel, the lord of Heidelberg, had finally arrived. He had dissatisfaction written on his face and stood opposite Caroline like a resentful woman, pulling her and saying something.
, his face looked like he was owed a huge debt and was unhappy. Rhodes knew that this guy must not be happy. In the Battle of Evil Moon, Heidelberg lost more than twenty soldiers, and half of the team originally sent here to support him died.
This is a huge loss for Heidelberg. Of course, the cooperation of the three places to block this wave of beastmen's attack is not a small matter. But judging from Varrel's face, he is more concerned about his loss.
More than twenty soldiers. At the same time, Caroline's willfulness probably gave the Lord of Heidelberg a headache.