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Chapter 127 Steel Torrent (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Shen Miaowei's conversation with the immortal was brief.

It took about half an hour.

But in such a short time, she felt that the other person was very knowledgeable and detached from worldly affairs. Every casual remark he made contained philosophical insights that were thought-provoking.

At the same time, Shen Miaowei always had a misconception.

Although she knew that the other party was an ancient immortal who had lived for hundreds or thousands of years, both the portrait and the voice proved that the other party was about the same age as her, and she had a kind of... inexplicable sense of closeness.

She enjoyed this brief time together.

Even without ever seeing the other person's face, hearing their praise was like drinking sweet spring water, filling her heart with joy.

However, she dared not reveal these hidden emotions and maintained a respectful attitude throughout.

So much so that after the portrait fell silent, he felt a deep sense of loss.

Shen Miaowei carefully framed the portrait, rolled it up, and hid it by her bedside. She resolved to diligently study the techniques taught by the other party and eagerly hoped to receive their praise during their next exchange.

As I was thinking, a lively smile inexplicably appeared at the corner of my mouth.

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...

Wang Xi ended the cross-border online chat.

It's almost 10 o'clock.

He ordered takeout, combining breakfast and lunch into one meal, and enjoyed it with Liuli.

Then, he lay down on the living room sofa, closed his eyes, and pretended to sleep.

The cooldown for the arrival in the fairytale world has long since ended, and the three hundred troops have already entered the northern border. It's time to go there.

'Chaos, descend.'

Wang Xi thought to himself.

Consciousness then sank.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting in a candy carriage.

The carriage stopped, but no one was inside.

As soon as the colorful candy-coated curtain was lifted, a gust of cold wind blew in.

Not far away, on the snow, stood a neatly arranged, gleaming armored formation—the two hundred mecha warriors.

The granite giants sat in a circle, using their bodies as a wall to shield the witch and Godariel from the cold wind.

A fire was lit among the crowd, and young men and women came and went, helping to boil water and cook food.

Fire lizards, forest fairies, kobolds, goblins, and other monsters patrolled and kept watch around the area in an orderly fashion.

Wang Xi withdrew his gaze and lowered the curtain.

He checked the progress of the projection training; more than ten days of arduous practice had yielded remarkable results.

"Winter Meditation Technique (Skill Card/Deep Blue One-Star): 400/500"

"Ice Mirror (Skill Card/Blue 1-Star): 60/400"

"Snow Queen (Skill Card/Blue Two-Star): 30/500"

With the Ice Heart Curse, a "tenfold experience card," Meditation skill gained 120 experience points, and the other two ice-type skill cards also benefited, each gaining 60 experience points.

Among them, "Snow King" was upgraded by one star.

The power and effects of ice magic are increased by 15%.

Wang Xi nodded secretly.

I am a genius.

The rapid upgrade is perfectly reasonable.

He got off the carriage, his footsteps crunching through the ankle-deep snow as he slowly walked toward the crowd.

"Jai, is today's training over?"

Godaril immediately stood up and smiled sweetly.

Because of the cold weather, she changed into a gray cotton robe, and put a fur vest over it. The hood was pulled up over her head, and the exposed flaxen hair was covered with snowflakes, which, combined with her frostbitten red face, made her look inexplicably cute.

"Yes, I just finished meditating."

Wang Xi breathed out white puffs of air and smiled at the girl.

Godaril asked Pinocchio for a roast meat and bread, which she brought over on a wooden platter.

"Have something to eat. Miss Kate hunted several wild boars; they're all fresh food."

"Thank you." Wang Xi took the plate and then looked at the leather-clad woman sitting by the fire. Kate, the wolf hunter, was whittling a stick with a knife. Noticing his gaze, she nodded in acknowledgment.

Wang Xi greeted Bev and Sophia, found a seat, and began to eat his hot food.

Godalier leaned closer to him and whispered:
"Gai, we didn't see a soul in either of the two villages we passed through today, just piles of charred ruins..."

"Don't worry." Wang Xi knew what Godariel wanted to say, so he comforted her, "We will definitely be able to take back Randall on this trip, not for anyone else, but only for our shared memories."

"Mm." Godariel smiled.

She mustered her courage, tentatively reached out, and carefully touched the young man's forehead with her fingertips, brushing away the snowflakes.

During this process, she was afraid that Kai would dodge or refuse. However, he was just eating and tacitly approved of her intimate actions.

Godaril's heart raced, and she felt a surge of intense joy, as if flowers were blooming within her.

She and Kai have taken another step closer!
"cough."

Just then, a cough was heard.

Godariel turned her head and saw the blonde, pink-dressed Sugar Witch Bev sitting gracefully in a candy-backed chair, holding a cup of hot wine, looking over at her calmly.

“Miss Godariel, you haven’t been a nature witch for very long, and your magic needs improvement. You’re only at an average level in this team… It’s probably not appropriate to be so lax right now, is it?”

"I'm sorry, Lady Bev." Godariel bowed apologetically.

"I'll meditate now."

As she spoke, she plopped down next to Kai, warmed herself by the fire, and began her meditation practice.

He was secretly pleased with himself.

Sugar Witch Bev has feelings for Kai, she can't help but notice, but so what... she's slept in the same bed with Kai, and now she can openly touch his face.

Ah, witch.

Nothing can be done.

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...

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The reinforcements led by Wang Xi passed through the Count of Hacker and the Count of Ienz along the way.

Both territories suffered severe damage. Apart from the lord's castle, which remained unconquered, the surrounding towns and villages were all massacred by the Northerners.

Corpses littered the fields and rivers of blood flowed.

Farmers, village women, children, free people, soldiers, monks—regardless of age or gender, all perished under the swords of the Northmen.

Everywhere you look, there are piles of burned corpses and collapsed houses. Packs of wild dogs and ravens often appear and feast on their fill.

When Wang Xi and his party arrived, nearly a thousand people from the north were still looting, massacring, and attacking the castle.

This was also the first time he had seen what the people of the North looked like—strong and robust, dressed in fur, with tattoos and paint on their bodies, especially their faces.

The northerners were skilled with axes, including throwing axes, short axes, and long-handled axes, and were also equipped with round shields, short swords, or spears. They were also highly skilled horsemen, and almost everyone was an expert in mounted archery.

But none of this mattered.

Because their opponents are not human at all.

Faced with an army of two hundred fully armed mechs, they fled in panic after only two or three engagements, leaving behind hundreds of corpses.

Whether it's a flying axe or an arrow, they only make a sound when they hit the puppet warriors, causing no damage whatsoever. As for close-quarters combat, it's an absolute rout.

More than half of these northern warriors had a basic one-star strength rating, making them brave and skilled in battle. However, faced with an impenetrable torrent of steel, they had no choice but to flee.

If you run too slowly, you'll die.

Even the elite three-star Northern captain, who was leading the attack, could only rage in vain under the siege of seven or eight mechs, and died with resentment, being chopped into captain sauce.

Morale plummeted.

There's no way to fight this.

The bugle sounded loudly, and the people from the north ran away just as fast as they came.

For the defeated soldiers who fled on horseback, the accompanying nature witches joined forces to create a thorny obstacle, while the Moonburg wolves on horseback pursued them.

They numbered only twenty-odd, but each possessed exceptional skills and was a three-star elite, easily slaying over a hundred northerners.

Godaril seemed to want to show off in front of Wang Xi, assisting him from the sidelines as she traversed the battlefield on vines, constantly unleashing swarms of wind blades, slicing six or seven northern warriors and their horses in half.

She showed no discomfort with killing, even daring to finish off her opponent with a dagger, swift and ruthless. Blood splattered on her fair face, she turned to Wang Xi with a sweet smile, as if seeking praise.

This only strengthened Wang Xi's conviction.

Godariel must not be allowed to turn to the dark side, or the consequences will be dire.

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...

The two small-scale battles between Heike and Ianz ended with almost no effort.

Wang Xi and the two witches didn't even make a move, and even the granite giant and other monsters just watched from the rear.

After the battle, Wang Xi took only Pinocchio and Godaril to the castle tower to negotiate with the garrison.

After explaining the situation to the local lord, he left with only the words, "'Queen's Sword' Gai Farrell has driven out the invading northerners," and led his men to continue north.

Only after they left did the lord, who had been holed up in the castle, dare to send men out to investigate. When they discovered the bodies of the northerners, he was finally convinced that what the young prince had said was true.

The joy of surviving the ordeal welled up in their hearts, followed by a deep gratitude towards Queen Sirina. Both lords had heard of the legend of the "Queen's Sword," but only now did their initial indifference transform into genuine awe.

Inside the castle, many people couldn't help but look north, as if they could see Prince Kai leading tens of thousands of allied troops sweeping across the battlefield and launching a counterattack in the north...

When Wang Xi and his party finally arrived in Rendaur, it was already the fifth day since his arrival.

The trading town of Buchanan, where he and Godariel briefly stayed, is now in ruins. The inn called "The Three Trouts" was also burned to the ground.

Godaril seemed a little down.

After all, anyone would feel uncomfortable seeing such a horrific scene... especially since this place holds her and Kai's memories.

The group crossed the snow-covered fields and saw the desolate Rondale, a place long gone, now only vast expanses of scorched earth.

The Château de Barto, perched atop a small hill, was billowing black smoke, its outer walls badly damaged, clearly indicating that it had fallen.

"Gai! Look over there!"

At this moment, Pinocchio walked quickly to Wang Xi's side and pointed to the northwest.

"So many bald heads!"

Wang Xi turned his head and looked around, and saw a cluster of stone and wood bungalows that originally belonged to the villagers of the territory. Beyond the wooden fence, he could vaguely see figures moving about in the courtyard, with flickering firelight, and the bald heads of many northerners were somewhat dazzling.

This is a northern army that is resting and reorganizing.

They're probably still busy sorting through their spoils.

“Gai?” Godariel called softly.

It seemed as if they were asking him what he meant.

Wang Xi didn't answer. He looked up at the gloomy sky, caught the falling snowflakes, and murmured:
"The snow is falling heavily. I wonder if people from the north are really as resistant to the cold as legend has it..."

(End of this chapter)