Cyril's face was pale, not because of the cold winter in the capital Kislev, but because he was about to meet the country's supreme leader, the Ice Queen Katarina.
He felt uneasy. When the Snow Queen ordered the North to support Kislev City, they retreated. Moreover, no news came out. Now, after their home was destroyed, they went south hoping to get the support of the Queen... Yu Qingyu
It was unreasonable and unreasonable. So Cyril felt panicked and uneasy. But he had to come and rely on the people in the north to help him rebuild his home? He never thought about it.
The Snow Winter Palace is like a palace carved out of ice. In the center of the Bandaga Palace, Krem guards, the most familiar ruthless characters of Siriel. They are the queen's personal bodyguards. Since Katarina took the throne,
Since then, these fierce guards have been equivalent to the Royal Forbidden Army. They did not even look at Cyril, but Cyril has long been used to it. He climbed up the white stone steps alone and walked towards the tall palace.
The Winter Palace of Ice and Snow, like its name, is covered with thick frost and snow. One autumn, Catalina and her frost witches are casting blizzards, and immediately after the autumn, there is the cold winter. Natural snow
Together with the unnatural snow, the entire city and the entire palace were shrouded in a layer of white snow, and also under a shadow of death.
Cyril hesitated, but finally arrived at the palace where the Queen is in charge. Here, the Ice Queen Catalina was already high up, sitting on the Ice Throne. She always does this, always sitting there before people come to see her.
On a throne made of ice. Just like the image she always gave people - cold and tall.
"Your Majesty the Queen, those orcs, they destroyed the Watch Keep... I know I deserved it, but... Ironhide..."
"Ironhide?" Catalina turned her head and stared at the Earl at the foot of the steps. Cyril felt uncomfortable all over. Under the Queen's sharp gaze, he felt that he had been seen through.
"Did you name that beast?"
Catalina laughed.
"No, it's not the name I gave it...it was his original name..."
Cyril answered intermittently.
"How did you know?"
The Snow Queen's low voice was like an interrogation, echoing in the hall. The skulls and skeletons of those ancient beasts looked so ferocious at this moment.
"Rhode...Rhode told me..."
The stone slab under Cyril's feet was polished so smooth that he could almost see his own shadow. At the same time, he kept asking himself, was this answer appropriate?
"It seems our Lord Rhodes knows a lot about this beast?"
Cyril expected to earn the Queen's wrath, but Catalina just smiled contemptuously.
"He... does have a certain understanding of Ironhide, and has even fought against him."
Cyril returned hesitantly.
"The results of it?"
asked the Snow Queen.
"Defeated, Rhodes was defeated by Ironhide."
Cyril answered seriously.
"More like a warrior."
"What about you? Where were you when the orcs attacked the castle?"
Katarina turned to question.
Cyril was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He wanted to speak urgently to explain, but his tongue was tied because of it. "I...I...I was...in the castle at that time! I distributed the weapons to the people and asked them to pick them up."
Arms with me. Fight against the orcs..."
After Cyril finished speaking, Catalina remained expressionless. For a long time, Cyril doubted whether she had said something wrong. However, she could not blame herself for the fall of Watchfort. Even the Snow Queen could not stop the green skins from destroying the kingdom.
What can he, a little count, do?
"Then continue, continue to take up arms and fight against the greenskins. Last time your army did not come to Kislev. I hope there will be no next time. Otherwise, you know the consequences."
Katarina said arrogantly.
"As for Watchfort, it must be rebuilt. After this winter, supplies and personnel will arrive at your castle. But remember, I only give you one chance. The next time the orcs invade again, you know what to do."
Katarina's cold words echoed in the hall, as if a pair of cold hands were pinching the back of the count's neck. As long as she squeezed lightly, the lord of Watch Castle would bleed on the spot. Cyrille felt a chill in his heart.
.I wanted to say, how will he spend this winter? But as soon as he said it, he swallowed it back. The Queen promised that the official will support the reconstruction of Watch Castle, which is already a great favor. What else can he ask for, but...
After the long winter, he needs to pay out of his own pocket...
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Blackhammer Castle, this year's winter seems to be particularly long. The town has lost its former prosperity and busyness. Snowflakes are pouring into the town, covering the whole town with a layer of white. In the cold weather, if it is not a very important thing,
People are hiding in their homes to warm themselves up.
The streets were deserted, and so was Rhode's heart. The old butler Muros finally couldn't hold it any longer. He stayed in bed for three years and finally couldn't bear the erosion of time. The servants reported that Muros's appetite was getting worse.
He was getting smaller and smaller, he needed to be fed every meal, and he was incontinent. He was lying on the bed, looking out the window all the time, like a shriveled corpse, covered with skin and bones. There would always be one or two crows parked outside the window.
, looking at him with blood-red eyes, as if waiting to peck at his flesh and blood when he dies. Muros did not suffer from any particularly serious disease, but he was too old, overworked, and could no longer get up.
Seventy-something years old is indeed considered an advanced age for human beings. In this world plagued by war, hunger and poverty, the average age of human beings does not exceed thirty years old. Half of the babies born to poor families do not survive more than two years.
The rest barely grow up and have to face various diseases and conscription. During the war, it is normal for young soldiers in their twenties to die on the battlefield. Therefore, being able to live to old age is considered lucky.
Some people blessed by the gods can live to be one or two hundred years old. But such people are so rare. Everyone only sees their longevity and turns a blind eye to the lives that fall around them from time to time.