December 3.

Two days later, Roddy's team had entered the "Karls" mountain range in the southwest of the Iversa Territory.

Logically speaking, if you want to reach Sola's post at the shortest distance, climbing this mountain is indeed the best choice, but obviously these 200 people are not suitable for walking muddy and dangerous mountain roads in the cold winter. Therefore, the safest route should be a flat road through the "Black Forest" on the north side of the mountain range. Although it is a bit far away, it is better to be safe.

In the early morning, the soldiers who had just woken up in the camp obviously had similar doubts in their hearts. However, they had already learned to obey, and no one ran to Roddy to ask why. They all ate on time and acted on time. Because of the abundant logistics support, they were all full of energy and look tired.

"Build troops for a thousand days and use troops for a while. If you can't overcome this difficulty, what else can you talk about when you are talking about?"

Roddy, who walked out of the tent, yawned, and Sodlor washed his face with cold water beside him, and the two chatted together.

"Speaking of this... I've been going all the way from Nolan Village to now. I used to think that the world is peaceful, but in the past six months, I don't seem to have stopped." Soderol stood beside Roddy with his long sword on his back, twisting his waist and swaying his legs, and asked, "I haven't practiced sword for a long time, come and fight a game?"

"Then try."

Roddy didn't refuse, picked up an ordinary standard dagger from the side. He was about to make a starting move, but was stopped by Soderol - "Where is your scimitar?"

"You have changed to the 'Guardian Tooth', and I have no reason not to change to a better weapon."

"Then why not use new weapons?"

"I'll just not take it out, that thing is not suitable for practice."

Roddy smiled and shook her head, and kept it a secret. Soderol was curious and did not ask again - the two of them held heavy swords and fought with skills, and soon ended the three-game battle.

Roddy intends to test, so he did not use his attributes or skills to suppress Sodlor. However, he did not expect that this guy who grew up in a non-human way has made great progress. In terms of swordsmanship alone, he is already faintly above Roddy.

Roddy is the Berserker's way, with one force down ten times, and his style is rough and violent. Soderol could not withstand the storm pressure in the first two games and lost directly, but in the third game, he finally controlled the rhythm and finally won a game with his superb skills - and this was already a loss for Roddy: his swordsmanship was a violent attack of three-pronged approach. Once he was seen through, he would basically have no chance to win in the future.

However, Roddy himself did not think that he had too many achievements in swordsmanship, and he had a shortage of strengths. He was really good at bows and arrows, and he was enough in melee combat. Therefore, he lost to a "sword saint" like Soderol at this time, and he had no dissatisfaction in his heart, and only sighed.

"You won, I can't teach you anything after I've brought it."

He put the sword on the shelf and said to Soderol with a smile.

"I...I'm lucky."

Soderol understood what this meant, was silent for a few seconds, and then changed the topic: "The road to snow mountain is very risky."

"There is no small risk for me to go any path, so I chose the one with the greatest risk. But there is no way... This is the situation."

Roddy smiled, lowered her head and adjusted the lock on her wrist guard, and said casually as if she was talking about the weather: "There are theoretically 137 nobles that Angmar can call for in the entire Everta Territory. According to the basic principle, each person has ten cavalry and thirty infantry, so this is more than 5,000 people..."

"If all five thousand people can come, the problem of Sora's post is not a problem at all, but in fact? One quarter of them are willing to come, so we will be considered as the gods."

Responding to the lord's call to fight is the basic obligation of the noble, but such obligations can be taken into action in two ways: one is to truly take soldiers to the front line and advance and retreat with the lord, and the other is to pay taxes and "deduct" such obligations.

In the winter, I ran to the most desolate place in Everta to confront the undead. Who would really come forward with such a unpleasant thing? The nobles are not Lei Feng. Although they have "obligations", they are more interested in "interests" - what benefits can they get when fighting against the undead? Fools understand how they should choose.

"Thirty percent of these quarters can arrive at Sora's post at the agreed time, even if this country is still saved."

Roddy shook her head and sighed, "Theoretical five thousand reinforcements can really help us, maybe only three or four hundred people, and these guys may not necessarily obey the orders... Ideals are full, but reality is skinny."

A very simple analogy of numbers shows that Roddy's current situation is not good - the undead with unknown goals in front, and behind is a group of pig teammates watching coldly. Roddy takes all his few teams to fight. In terms of the situation, he is completely fighting alone and the road ahead is slim.

Benjamin and Angma, who were willing to support him, were also very kind and righteous at this time, and the rest depended on themselves.

"I hadn't planned to count on those noble masters long ago."

Soderol was not affected by these words at all and turned around to pack up the tent.

At this time, the scouts on the front line had already reported the situation of exploration, and the news of "everything is normal" was as usual, but not long after, Nata jumped silently from the tree trunk beside her, and came to Roddy and whispered and said something.

At Roddy's request, her black and red leather armor was covered with a layer of white and brown fabric as "snow camouflage". Even the high-quality longbow from the Duke's house in her hand was wrapped in the same cloth strip on the bow arm. If she wore a hood, she would not be able to recognize it in the snow. This effect was almost equivalent to the weakened "discovery technique". Her current task was to be a "scout" who directly obeyed Roddy.

Nata's words made Roddy's originally calm face slightly serious. He frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "Eat something, and take a team of elite soldiers to confirm later."

Nata nodded and turned away.

Roddy looked at Mount Carls in the distance and thought silently about every step that followed.

A few dozen meters away, Akasha, who was about to walk over, happened to see Nata approaching Roddy and whispering. She stopped and saw the two people in the distance being so close. The interest in talking to Roddy was suddenly lost - hugging the "Essence of Energy" in her hand tightly. Akasha thought about it and finally turned around and left in a sad way.

"Pastor Akasha."

"Sir."

Akasha has a high reputation in the camp. Everyone in the cavalry regiment respects this priest very much. As they walked along, almost everyone would get up and salute and say hello. She would respond with a smile before, but today she was really in a bad mood...

Roddy is so close to her every day, what is he saying? Why is he never willing to say so much to me? Do you hate yourself?

Akasha shook her head and then thought that her mind was too "narrow": Roddy was not her "private item" after all, and he had to control the entire army and faced dangerous enemies. He had to do too many things and didn't bother to continue teaching himself the high elf language... This is a very normal thing.

But he always had the time to whisper to the wood elf...

Thinking of this, Akasha still felt a little sad. In order to divert her attention, she thought about it... reached out and took out a scroll she carried with her, then sat aside, silently looking at the "Essence of Energy" in her hand.

Roddy taught not much of the high-elf language, but Akasha's memory that never forgets is used quickly in the books. Now she is a little fascinated by "The Essence of Energy" - and the more she reads, the more she feels that she seems to see a different "world".

In the corner where no one noticed, Akasha gently clamped the "Bone Thorn" scroll. The faint golden light column at her fingertips slowly made the scroll seal loosen a little...

*******

At the same moment, Baron Bellom was sitting quietly at his desk, closing his eyes to rest.

Although the temporary camp was established at the foot of the Gondola Mountain, Baron Bellom was unambiguous about his tent - in other words, he was very good at "enjoying life"... The thick tent was made of thick solid wood keels, and the square tent was even divided into the living room, bedroom and study. The most exaggerated thing was that there was a desk and weapon rack here. Judging from the traces above, all of these were made temporarily.

The undead have endless lives, so retaining habits over a long period of time often becomes very stubborn.

Bellom is the same: he has very high requirements for his quality of life. Even when he is marching, he must ensure that his tent has the smell of a "mansion", because this will always make him feel that he is a "noble" - even if he is just a low-level "baron".

"The knights sent by Angma have already gone to the south of the kingdom, and should be reminding the royal family."

"Benjamin is still staying in Hollier City."

"Seventy percent of the nobles currently under surveillance within Everta have no movement after receiving Angma's order."

The messages conveyed from the front line were constantly reported to Bellom by the soldiers. Although there were only six necromancers in the team, they released nearly 300 blood crows at the same time with the support of the Tasman royal family, and brought most of the nobles' territory into the surveillance range.

The entire Iversta territory was almost unpretentious in Bellom's eyes at this time.

"Rody's team has left Hollier City and headed towards Mount Carls. At their speed, they can cross this area within about three days..."

When the soldiers reported this message, Belom's eyes, which had always been closed, suddenly opened, and the murderous aura that was actually serious made the scout who was talking a little stiff.

"You mean... they chose the Carls road?"

Bellom's expression slowly relaxed, and he glanced at the map with a smile, "I originally thought of fighting them head-on to try my best, but now it seems - it's really disappointing."

"I'm really disappointed. Although I can defeat Ansadin and Magda, I'm just a young man who can't hold back..."

"Tsk tsk..."

After sighing secretly, Bellom was obviously disappointed with Roddy's performance, but his scheming and cultivation were here, he finally waved casually: "Tell those mages this news, they know what to do."

Turning around, Bellom's eyes turned to the words "Elson" on the map, and he had completely lost interest in "Rody", an enemy who had been deliberately preparing to kill.

Such an enemy is not worthy of his heart. He only needs a command or a look, which will disappear silently in this world for convenience...

It's really boring.

Bellom took out a book from the bookshelf, sorted out his luxurious robe, and looked bored.
Chapter completed!