The Immortal Wizard is watching

Chapter 37

Triumph City, in a garden of the Central Palace.

"Why aren't you blooming yet, roses, roses, in the name of the flower fairy Alice, I order you to bloom quickly!"

Looking at the drooping branches and unresponsive rose bushes, Alice pursed her mouth unhappily, squatting there sulking.

"I can't go out to play with Isa if you don't bloom, please, I promise I will water you on time every day, okay?"

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

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

"And Ronan, too, has been away for more than three months, and he hasn't even sent a letter back, and he doesn't know if he is happy outside."

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

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

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, she quickly forked the small cake on the table, took it as some guy, and bit it into her mouth viciously.

Cold Wind Collar, in the basement of the old castle, in Ronan's research workshop.

Ronan opened his eyes and returned his senses to his body, leaving the distorted state full of harsh noises and distorted images of various snowflakes.

Although the screen received was full of messy distractions, he still got two pieces of useful information.

It is now November, and the roses have long stopped growing and entered the hibernation period, so how could they still bloom.

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

As for the other side, is Edson leading the army to the border between the Kingdom and the North Lion Principality?
The 500-man cavalry unit is going to confront the northern lion knights head-on. Also, in the environment of the western Great Plains, only the cavalry is the king on the battlefield, and it is difficult for infantry to intervene in the key to the battle situation.

This battle will affect the future development of the Kingdom and the North Lion Principality, so it needs to be paid attention to.

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

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

But this time it was no longer a crow.

The first bird to fly over was a bird shaped like an eagle, with a strong beak and claws, and sharp hooks. The flapping wings were strong and powerful. The overall feathers were white, and the upper body wings had dark horizontal spots.

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

A kind of raptor that lives on the rocks of the frozen mountains and is good at flying. Just like its name, the flying gyrfalcon is as fast as a thrown spear.

And following it, slowly flying over is a white owl, also a bird of prey that lives on the frozen soil, called the white owl.

After landing, the Gyrfalcon landed on Ronan's arm, scanning the surroundings with sharp eagle eyes, vigilant.

White Owl stood heartlessly on Ronan's shoulder, then leaned against his head and narrowed his eyes.

In the frozen sky, it is naturally impossible for only crows to live.

During this time, Ronan also saw many birds of prey caught by the crows.

Their individual fighting power is almost higher than that of the crows, but unfortunately they are completely unable to match the crows in number.

Even without the blessing of magic power, the crows that have learned to attack in groups can still rely on group fights to beat up these raptors violently.

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

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

It can only be said that it is an owl, a natural magical creature.

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

Ronan let go of the gyrfalcon in his hand and watched its disappearing figure.

Gyrfalcon's flying speed is fast enough, and its size is only slightly larger than that of a crow. With his support at any time, it is enough to roam the battlefield without being affected.

Watching the gyrfalcon flying away, Ronan stroked the white owl on his shoulder with his hand.

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

"Don't sleep too, go to Triumph City, there are people 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, the white owl 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, his soldiers had expanded from 110 to 600, most of whom were selected from the more than 2000 villagers in the Cold Wind Territory.

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

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

"My lord, I have something to report to you." While Ronan was watching the training camp, a white-haired old man approached.

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

"Winter has come. According to the usual rules, many wild beasts that have not had enough to eat 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 the cellar during this time period to avoid them. , Now that we have so many people gathered, it is likely to attract their attention." The old man said with some concern.

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

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

As a reward, the soldier also got a wolf fur coat, which he never left his body day and night.

"Your Excellency is wise, but I am more worried than that. Apart from those ignorant beasts, there are countless primitive tribes living in the depths of the permafrost."

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

"To be precise, they are barbarian savages who believe in the ancient legends of the permafrost. Each tribe ranges from a few hundred to several thousand people, wandering in the permafrost and hunting for a living. These barbarian savages are tall and not afraid of the cold, the strongest The big ones can even fight white bears hand to hand."

"When winter comes and these barbarian tribes don't have enough food, they will go south to invade. Unfortunately, our village was plundered, and half of the people starved to death that time. The previous baron would go to Black Rock City every time this time take refuge."

(End of this chapter)