Chapter 37 The Anticipated Letter

Author: Yan Liu Chang Cun

Chapter 37 The Anticipated Letter

City of Triumph, in a garden of the Central Palace.

"Why haven't you bloomed yet? Rose, rose, in the name of the flower fairy Alice, I command you to bloom quickly!"

Looking at the unresponsive rose bushes with drooping branches, Alice puffed out her mouth unhappily and squatted there sulking.

"If you don't bloom, I can't go out to play with Isa. Please, I promise to water you on time every day from now on, okay?"

She picked up the kettle, and the crystal water droplets fell on the soil along the shower holes, nourishing the flowers in the garden.

After finally watering the entire garden, she sat on a pure white leisure chair with her hands on her chin, looking at the sky boredly.

"The same goes for Ronan. He has been away for more than three months. He hasn't even sent a letter back, so he doesn't know if he is happy or not."

Alice took out a delicate pink envelope from her arms and kept dangling it in front of her eyes.

"Humph, I don't care about my sister at all. If you don't send it to me, I won't send it to you either! Fortunately, I got a lot of gold coins from my father. I don't even know where to send them to you."

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She quickly picked up the small cake on the table, thinking it was some guy, and bit into her mouth viciously.

Cold Wind Territory, basement of the old castle, inside Ronan's research workshop.

Ronan opened his eyes and returned his senses to his body, breaking away from the distorted state full of harsh noises and various snowflake distortions.

Although the received picture was full of all kinds of messy interference, he still got two pieces of useful information.

It is now November, and the roses have already stopped growing and have entered the hibernation period. How can they still bloom?

Ronan complained in his heart, thinking that his silly sister might have to take care of the garden for her mother.

As for the other side, is Edson leading his army to the border between the kingdom and the Principality of Northern Lion?

A troop of five hundred knights was going to face off against the Northern Lion Knights. Also, in the environment of the Western Great Plains, only the cavalry was the king on the battlefield, and it was difficult for the infantry to interfere in the battle.

This battle will affect the future development of the kingdom and the Northern Lion Principality, so it requires special attention.

Ronan walked out of the basement, came to the open space outside the castle, and then raised his right arm.

As he called, two black spots in the distant sky quickly approached.

But this time it was no longer a crow.

The first one to fly over was a bird that looked like an eagle, with a strong beak and claws, and sharp hooks. Its flapping wings were powerful, and its feathers were all white, with dark horizontal spots on its upper body wings.

But it is not an eagle, to be precise, it is called a gyrfalcon.

A kind of raptor that lives on the rocks in the frozen mountains. It is good at flying. As its name suggests, the Gyrfalcon in flight is as fast as a thrown spear.

Following it, flying slowly over was a white owl, also a raptor that lives on the frozen soil, named White Owl.

After landing, the Gyrfalcon stopped on Ronan's arm, its sharp eagle eyes scanning the surroundings, and its whole body was alert.

The white owl stood on Ronan's shoulder carelessly, then leaned against his head and narrowed his eyes.

Naturally, it is impossible for only crows to live in the frozen sky.

During this time, Ronan also saw many raptors that were captured by crows.

Their individual combat effectiveness is almost greater than that of crows, but unfortunately they cannot match the number of crows at all.

Even without the blessing of magical power, crows that have learned to attack in groups can still fight in groups and beat these raptors down.

Marking the Gyrfalcon requires 2 points of magic power, and the body can carry 5 points of his magic power, which is normal.

What surprised Ronan was that the white owl requires 5 points of magic power to mark, and its body can carry 20 points of magic power, far exceeding that of other birds.

I can only say that it is indeed an owl, a born magical creature.

"Go to the Rhine Territory on the border between the two countries. There is a small-scale war about to happen there."

Ronan let go of the Gyrfalcon in his hand and watched it go away.

The Gyrfalcon's flying speed is fast enough, and its size is only slightly larger than a crow. With its ready support, it can roam the battlefield without being affected.

Looking at the Gyrfalcon flying away, Ronan stroked the white owl on his shoulder.

The puffy body made Ronan's entire palm buried in its feathers.

"Don't sleep either. Go to Triumph City. There are people there who need you to take care of."

The white owl protested against his behavior of disturbing people's dreams in broad daylight. After calling a few times, it flapped its wings and flew away unhappily.

Ronan came to the soldier training camp next to the construction site.

Compared with when Ronan first arrived in the Cold Wind Territory, the number of soldiers under his command had expanded from 110 to 600, most of whom were selected from the more than 2,000 villagers in the Cold Wind Territory.

Ronan selected young and strong youths from among them, attracted them into the army with high salary and benefits, and then asked Ed to familiarize them with the rules and regulations of the army.

It has been almost a month now and the basic training has been completed.

"Sir, I have something to report to you." While Ronan was watching the training, a white-haired old man came over.

"What's going on?" Ronan knew him. He was the head of Licorice Village, one of the three surviving villages.

"The cold winter has arrived. According to the usual rules, many unfed beasts will expand their hunting range from the frozen soil to the south in order to survive the winter. In the past, people in our village would hide in cellars during this time to avoid them.

, Now that so many of us gather together, it is likely that we will attract their attention." The old man said with some worry.

"Don't worry, I send people to patrol the outside every day. A few wild beasts can't threaten this place." Ronan didn't pay much attention.

During this period, winter wolves did attack the camp at night, but they were quickly discovered by patrolling soldiers who gathered a crowd to kill them.

As a reward, the soldier also received a wolfskin coat, which he kept with him day and night during this period.

"Your Excellency is wise, but I am worried about more than that. In addition to those unintelligent beasts on the frozen soil, there are also countless primitive tribes living in the depths."

The old man's words caught Ronan's attention, with curiosity in his eyes: "Primitive tribe?"

"To be precise, they are barbarians who believe in the ancient legends of the frozen soil. Each tribe has hundreds to thousands of people. They wander in the frozen soil and hunt for a living. These barbarian savages are tall and not afraid of the cold. They are the strongest

The big ones can even fight a white bear hand-to-hand."

"When winter comes and these barbarian tribes don't store enough food, they will invade south. Our village was unfortunately robbed. Half of the people starved to death that time. The previous baron would go to Blackstone City at this time.

Take refuge.”
Chapter completed!