Lord of the North

After spending two days clearing up all the nearby threats and investigating the situation of various terrain locations, Beowulf ordered the construction of the fortress to start at the former site of the barbarian tribe.

After the barbarian captives were simply bandaged, their hands and feet were locked with heavy shackles by the soldiers, and they were finally sent to the mine behind the Blackstone tribe. Only by working could they get enough food.

The construction of the fortress cannot be completed overnight, so Beowulf intends to make changes on the basis of the original architecture of the Blackstone tribe.

Temporarily cut down nearby trees for building materials.

Because there is a low hill near the Heishi tribe, there are many tall trees like pine trees growing there.

Also out of safety considerations, Beowulf ordered all the trees near the Blackstone tribe to be cut down to avoid danger lurking quietly, but his own people have not discovered it yet.

In addition, he sent out a large number of scouts, one to look for the teams that left with hundreds of barbarians, and the other to look for the Tomahawk and White Bear tribes that the captives said.

So there are enough precautions and plans for it.

After all, according to Jason, what he needs is a stable rear, that is to say, the ice field fortress that has just begun to be built will be the main force to resist and clear the threat of the ice field.

Just when everyone was in a busy situation, Dawn came to Beowulf's residence, and made a small request in a somewhat depressed mood.

He came to the door and knocked hesitantly.

And Beowulf was just frowning and looking at the map on the table. The map was found from the building where he lived now, and the locations of several ruins were highlighted on it.

It should be left by the mage Larry.

Then he heard Don's knock on the door. He walked to the door and opened it. Seeing the downcast Don, he said in surprise, "Master Dorn? Please come in."

"I don't know what's the matter with Lord Dorne?" It's not easy to see this decadent look on this man's face.

"I won't go in, this time I want to ask my lord to allow me to leave the camp." Dawn sighed, looking at Beowulf and said solemnly.

Because the prototype of the fortress has not been fully constructed, there are more rules in the camp at present.

Even leaving the camp required Beowulf's permission.

"What's the reason?"

Beowulf asked puzzledly, the harsh environment and climate on the ice field should be nothing worth looking for.

"I want...to find my old brothers."

When Dawn said this, his eyes became even more downcast. After such a long time, he still doesn't know if the remains of his old brothers can be preserved.

But there is little hope.

"Okay, I can give you fifty elite soldiers to assist." Beowulf immediately agreed upon hearing this, and he couldn't stop this kind of thing.

"Pay more attention to your own safety." Then he stepped forward and patted Dawn on the shoulder.

"Thank you, my lord."

Less than two days later, Dorn led fifty heavily armed soldiers to a snow field full of huge gravel.

Looking at the broken rocks around him, and comparing the location on the map, he found the hillside where he hid with his companions.

His tone was a little trembling, and his eyes gradually became moist: "Here, here, this is here, are you still there? You must be waiting for me, right?"

He turned over and got off the horse, and rushed to a position he would dream of in his dreams with a somewhat messy footsteps.

Even though the place has become shattered due to the battle between two terrifying behemoths, and the original appearance can no longer be seen, he still remembers that position.

The place where one's best friend lost his life.

The soldiers behind them looked at each other, and they all saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

This man, whom Lord Jason valued very much, was a role model of grassroots counterattacks. In their eyes, he was a tough man. They couldn't imagine what made him lose his composure.

Then they immediately followed.

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Half a month later, Jason was honing his sword skills in the barracks, and the opponent in front of him was Lang Nat.

Because Hassan majored in assassination, it was not suitable for Jason to hone his sword skills.

Lancelot had accompanied Zola back to Lucca some time ago. Their task was even more difficult. White Sword City was not so easy to attack.

At this time, Hassan came in from outside the training ground, holding a letter in his hand, and behind him were several people dressed as servants. He stood respectfully outside the training ground, and only walked forward when Jason and the two stopped to rest.

"My lord, Miss Violet's gift has arrived, and besides that, there is a letter from her."

He respectfully handed over the letter in his hand. The owner of this letter is likely to be his future mistress.

"A letter from Violet?" Jason was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that he hadn't contacted Violet for a long time.

This made him stunned for a long time, and he suddenly found that he seemed to be getting weaker and weaker in emotional matters. This discovery made him a little bit panicky. When did this situation happen?

He recalled his recent life, and suddenly found that he seems to have spent the past few months practicing and being busy. Could it be that he is a workaholic and a cultivator?

Shaking his head with a wry smile, he threw out the strange thoughts in his mind, reached out and took the letter in Hassan's hand, looked at the beautiful font on it, and secretly thought that his boyfriend was very incompetent.

Then he put his scorching gaze on the big box behind Hassan. If he guessed correctly, it should contain the Star Stone that Violet said she got from the Kingdom of Doran last year.

Looking at the size, Jason couldn't wait to go crazy.

But this matter is not in a hurry, he has to go back to take a shower now, and then find a quiet environment to read Violet's letter.

It's just that Hassan didn't give him this leisure time.

"My lord, there is news from the black crow that Prince Phil has joined forces with the Kingdom of Doran to launch an attack on the Federation of Sixteen Nations and the Marquis of Garcia."

He said the heavy news with a solemn expression.

This Prince Phil changed his previous cowardice and incompetence, and persuaded the king of the Dolan Kingdom to help him put down the Marquis Garcia's rebellion on the condition that he helped the Dolan Kingdom to obtain the northern land of the Sixteen Nations Federation.

Only the Kingdom of Lopez has a reason to counterattack the Federation of Sixteen Nations, so that the Holy See and the surrounding empires have no reason to interfere in this war.

Because this is the trouble that the Federation of Sixteen Nations couldn't help but tempt and cause for itself.