Law of the Devil

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Chapter 54 [Ice Sealed Forest, World of Warcraft] (top)

What made Dewey depressed was that everything the old magician bought was Dewey's money. When Dewey was caught, he also had a bag of money with a hundred and ten gold coins in it.

Hastily put on a leather jacket, a sheepskin hat, a thick hat to cover his ears, snow boots, and a waist knife... Dewey already looks a bit like those adventurers who often come to the frozen forest.

Out of the hotel, a small sled has been parked outside, and four sturdy grey snowdogs lie honestly on the ground.

The space on the sleigh was small and Dewey had to squeeze in with the old magician, who was still the white robe... this guy didn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all. And Dewey and he leaned together to discover the mystery. Neither did the old man know what sorcery he had done. Near him, Dewey was like standing next to a fire stove, and the old magician had baked warmth.

“Huh, can it be magical?” Dewey snorted.

But he's curious that this sled doesn't have a driver.

This old magician is a "talented man”, even skilled at driving sleighs, he didn't see what he drank, just sat on a sleigh, the magician said softly “Go! ”

Four robust sleigh dogs on the ground in front ran off with all their legs! Where to turn, where to slow down, without any old magician to steer, the sleigh dogs ran honestly with the sleigh, and in the white snow, the sleigh dragged out a long strip of marks and headed north.

Though covered in a leather jacket with a hat, Dewey felt that the cold wind was causing skin pain on her face, her eyes could not be opened, and she could only rely on the old magician, who was hot and baked, for a little warmth.

Cold winds in the North are made by knives… Dewey has lived in the South in his past life and has never been to the North at all. This glaring snowy weather has never been seen more than a few times in his life.

Along the way, the belly defames the damned old magician and this goddamn weather!

The sun was still hanging over his head, but there was no warmth at all. Dewey's body shrunk into clumps. Soon, under his nose, his snot had condensed into a string of ice prisms, rubbed hard, nearly tore off a piece of skin, and almost all the painful Dewey tears were coming down.

Ice sealed forests are located at the northern break of the continent… it is said to be the northernmost part of the continent.

This is also the official "border” set by the Roland Empire, which normally does not allow the Empire's people to continue north.

Further north, the frozen forests are not just frozen, dead and cold storms and snowstorms, they are not just endless forests… more importantly, this is one of the only two areas on the continent where warcraft activities are extremely frequent!

At the southern end of the ice-covered forest, the Empire has a regiment of troops stationed. The northern “Storm Legion” of the Empire just spread along the southern margin of the ice-covered forest, and all roads leading to the ice-covered forest set a level…

Of course, these are just obvious.

But in the dark, there are still a lot of mercenary teams that venture into the ice-covered forest every year, and some small adventure teams… these people tend to be a little bit smart. Those terrible beasts in the ice-covered forest are golden coins in the eyes of these people!

The furs of all sorts of beasts, the nuclei, if they can be hunted, can be shipped to the South for a big price.

For this almost semi-public “smuggling” activity, the empire's attitude is in fact “acquiescent”.

Those armies walking along the southern border of the ice-covered forests are simply blocking ordinary people from entering this dangerous zone, and those adventurers, such as magicians or high-ranking samurai, can often hide silently from army patrols. And some of the larger adventure teams even dared to confront the small patrol army for the benefit of smuggling!

Roland mainland style admires martial arts, magicians are a few strong men, but there are many samurai. In the face of the benefits of adventure, there are still many people willing to carry their heads to fight.

In the town from Duwei and the old magician, less than half a day north, Duwei and others came to a checkpoint and looked at the Imperial soldiers in white leather robes… These northern men were obviously much colder than Duwei, and there were even some high-ranking samurai, wearing leather vests with furry chests, naked, right next to the checkpoint, grabbing a large amount of snow in the ice to wash their bodies. Yelling and singing aloud while wiping.

This level is built on the mainland without rock... the frozen soil in the north is harder than rock, just dig up some slightly softer soil to pile it up at the warmest time of the summer each year, then pour water on it, one night cold wind is enough to freeze out a solid dirt wall!

Looking at soldiers in thick white leather robes with leather hats on their heads and frozen hats, Dewey didn't know whether to be amazed or admired. Anyway, he's just tight.

The old magician whistled and four snow dogs stopped right in front of the gate.

There were about a hundred soldiers in front of this level, looked at the ice and snow, a small sleigh ran over and parked in front of them, everyone immediately surrounded them, those soldiers deliberately reached out and touched the waist knife, the strong man who grabbed the snow to bathe in the ice and snow was obviously the captain here, immediately threw away the snow in his hand, grabbed a spear and walked over.

In the snow, this samurai ran extremely fast, and in three strokes and two strokes, he ran to the front of Dewey. Visually, this guy is like a “barbarian". The long beard almost blocked his face. He looked extremely rough. Looking at his ability to run in the snow, he was quite capable of martial arts.

The soldiers stopped the road and when someone was about to speak, they saw the old magician in his clothes and closed his mouth!

The soldiers of these northern frozen forests are all knowledgeable, and magicians have always liked to come here and catch a few rare monsters in the forest. The nucleus is the magic material that magicians love.

These people know the identity of the old magician by looking at his clothes… although the old magician doesn't have any magician-level badges on his clothes.

In fact, this is also common in frozen forests... magicians who come here know the imperial prohibition, although the status of magicians is superior, but they can't do anything openly with the imperial screaming board, so in order to cover up their identity, they don't hang their own magic grade badges, so that, on the one hand, they show their magician identity to deter soldiers from blocking the road, and, on the other hand, they hide their real names and identities.

After all, there are not many magicians on the mainland. If they hang up their badges, the other party knows their rank. If they really want to calculate the accounts, go back to the magician's union and find out what the magician looks like.

So, in the ice-covered forest, magicians wear only magician robes but do not wear badges, which is already a semi-public habit... this is called "doing bad things without leaving a name”.

Dewey stared and looked a little excited. In his view, there is certainly no hope that this small group of soldiers will try to block the road. Though Dewey doesn't know how good this old guy really is... but with his ability to teach the magical genius of Vivian, he can easily send a dragon as a gift to his apprentice... can this guy be any smaller?

If you're going to fight, Dewey bet that in a few seconds at most, the magician can lay all 100 soldiers down.

But Dewey was disappointed.

The old magician stopped the sleigh without panic and then touched it in his arms for half a day before pulling out a wrinkled parchment - a habit in the magician's circle that they didn't like to use any ordinary paper, everything that needed to be documented literally, was made of parchment.

“Gentlemen, I have a Magician's Guild paper here.” The old magician smiled and handed the parchment to the savage samurai: “The magician union gave me the privilege of entering the frozen forest. ”

Looking at this face and angry old magician, the leader's samurai stood still.

Though he seemed rough, he also had plans in mind. He had been ordered to guard the entrance to this ice-covered forest for years, and he was quite knowledgeable, and the magicians he met were not one or two.

Often those magicians, one with eyes above the other. Either simply fly the spell, or a wind rolls over, so these soldiers can't even touch a shadow.

Either show your hands in public, deter the soldiers, and sway the past.

After all, these are routines, and we all know that if magicians really want to break in, there must be a hundred people who can't stop them.

However, this kind of magician is polite enough to come up with legal papers, and it seems like a negotiation, but it is rare!

With a foxy look, the captain's samurai ended up with this wrinkly parchment.

I don't know how many years this thing has been in my hand, the lettering has been a little blurred, even some denitration on the sheepskin, broken and rotten, the captain carefully held it in his hand, scared to ruin it.

But as soon as I read the text... the captain couldn't help but change his face and almost stared out his eyes!

“I have a copy of an official letter from the holder of this letter, unconditionally entering the frozen forest, which cannot be stopped by any imperial military or imperial local government personnel! This article is valid for 100 years!! ”

What the fuck is this? A hundred years?

Is this old guy kidding me? When the captain saw this place, he began to think wildly. He has also met some liars...

Everyone knows that in this place, the army is usually afraid to stop magicians, but there are also some liars, and they get dressed in magician robes to fool people.

But look again at the signature below this document...

“Emperor of the Roland Empire, Augustine V Magician Guild President of the Roland Continent, Zuridia. ”

A document signed jointly by His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire and the Magician Guild President?

And, more importantly,

Signed Emperor Augustine V, 60 years old! And the current president of the Magician's Guild of the Continent of Roland has already changed! The signed chairman, who also died 40 years ago, was 119 years old!

Signature of the Empire's former Emperor and former Magician Guild president?

What does this guy start with?

This is a real fake, Captain. The signature can be forged, but the seal on it cannot be forged! The seal of His Majesty the Emperor and the seal of the President of the Magician's Guild are all marked with a magical anti-counterfeiting mark!

When the documents are in hand, the two stamps slowly appear on parchment paper and then disappear...

The captain immediately and solemnly venerated!

The old magician in front of him must have been a cow to a certain extent! At least with the Empire's former emperor and former Magician Guild, an old man of an era!

Such a man, a small captain of his own can never be offended!

Even the captain couldn't bear to speculate... valid for a hundred years... how old is this old guy this year?

He respectfully rolled up the parchment paper and sent his hands to the magician, and the tone grew polite: "Dear magician, welcome to the frozen forest! The 27th Patrol of the White Wolf Infantry Regiment of the Imperial Northern Storm Regiment salutes you! Please let us know what else you need and we'll do our best to help! ”

The old magician was polite: “No, just get out of the way. ”

In a word, the soldiers who stopped at the road retreated and even flew proactively to sweep out the snow in front of the gate, and then lined up to send the old magician's sleigh away.

Seeing the level fall far behind, Dewey couldn't help but ask: "Is that document... true? ”

“Really...” the old magician replied faintly: "But today is the last day of validity. ”

Dewey threw up his tongue: “Last day? ”

He looked at the old magician's side face and couldn't help but ask: "How old are you…? ”

“Kid, has the Rollins' tutor fallen to this level? Be respectful when questioning your elders' age.” The old magician smiled: “Am I... my age...”

Speaking of which, the old magician's eyes flashed a glimmer of melancholy: "I can't even remember myself. ”

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