I can evolve everything

Chapter 121 On the Wasteland

Hughes took a step.

The ogre's large feet crushed the snow as it headed north.

But in the snowstorm ahead, a person could be vaguely seen standing, waiting.

The man was wearing a cloak, and a cast iron mask covered his face.

He held a long sword upside down in his hand, leaving a thin line on the snow.

Hughes saw the unfamiliar man and stopped in his tracks.

The ogre's one-eyed man stared silently at the knight blocking his path.

He still retained a slight impression of this man.

Hughes, speaking through the ogre, said, "That stray dog ​​in Edric's territory."

He did not flee. Even though all that remained was a broken body on the verge of collapse, he was still the one who once stood at the pinnacle of knighthood and now stands at the pinnacle of magic.

The sword of an ordinary knight could not harm his soul.

Barron looked up.

The eyes beneath the cast iron mask were also fixed on the disgusting body that had been forcibly taken over.

More than a decade of trials and tribulations surged into Barron's mind once again.

Countless sleepless, freezing nights, the lingering image of the lord's wife struggling in agony on the gallows, the desperate cries of the seven-year-old boy as he was pierced by a spear.

All the images converged in his mind at that moment.

Baron took a step forward, and without saying a word, prepared to launch an attack.

Hughes, controlling the ogre's body, chuckled softly. His massive shoulders shook violently with the laughter.

"You've survived for twenty years."

"You hid in the North, just so you could stand here today, pointing your sword at me."

Barron has taken another step.

The distance between the two closed to twenty steps.

"I remember your master." Hughes raised the ogre's thick right arm.

Even though this body doesn't allow him to directly cast spells, Hughes has various means to do so.

The surrounding ice and snow defied gravity, coalescing into an ice spear in his palm. Black mist swirled wildly across the surface of the ice spear.

"Edric is a very useful consumable, and also a complete idiot. He has been a great help to my rituals and plans."

Hughes gripped the ice spear tightly.

The physical strength of this body, combined with the enhancement of the black energy, is enough to instantly pierce through the armor and body of any heavily armored knight.

"And you don't even deserve to be called a fool."

Baron stopped in his tracks.

The howling north wind lifted his cloak.

He held the longsword horizontally in his hand. The blade was parallel to the ground, and the tip pointed directly at where Hughes was.

Contrary to Hughes's expectations, Baron showed no emotional fluctuation while listening to Hughes's provocation.

Baron simply stated calmly, "This is the North."

He spoke very slowly, and each word was spoken with extreme clarity.

"There is no king here. There are no judges in the courtroom here."

He silently gripped the sword hilt tighter.

Article Ten of the Silver Law.

"Using necromancy to desecrate the living. Corrupting the bloodline of the nobles. Betraying human nature."

Hughes roared at that moment.

He completely released the remaining dark energy within his body. The ogre's massive body charged forward.

The three-meter-long ice spear tore through the air and pierced straight into Baron's chest.

"The laws of mortals cannot judge me!"

Hughes's roar echoed across the wasteland.

Barron did not dodge.

He did not adopt any defensive posture.

He lowered his center of gravity and pulled the longsword to his right waist.

More than a decade of wandering.

All the waiting has been condensed into this moment.

The tip of the ice spear was only a few meters away from Baron's chest.

Barron braved the wind and snow, taking a step forward.

"I hereby pronounce the sentence of hanging."

The somber pronouncement faded into the wind.

He swung his longsword fiercely at the black ice spear.

Thirteen days have passed since the beast tide that swept through the entire Northern Fortress collapsed.

The bells of the northern fortress tolled without ceasing that day.

The heavy gate slowly rose, welcoming the return of the knight assault squad led by Mo Fan.

Raine was carried back by Ella and Valen, one on each side, his body covered in wounds.

The casualties in this battle were extremely high.

Even disregarding the tens of thousands of soldiers who died, ten knights alone perished among the various garrisons, and of the thirty-one knights who went out of the city to assassinate the War Wolf King, only twenty-one returned alive.

But it was a victory nonetheless, and the survivors brought back the spoils.

The dire wolf king's head, split in two, was carried by Garrick and two knights and thrown onto the plaza of the Northern Fortress.

Lord Roderick, the Grand Master of the Knights of the North, and the old knight Karen stood on the steps, gazing silently at the hideous head.

In a very short time, the name Ryan Wilder resounded throughout the entire Northern Fortress.

Although he is still a trainee knight, his current treatment is several times better than that of a formal knight like Valen.

A hundred gold coins were packed in a heavy oak box and carried into his room.

The dwarven blacksmith from the Grey Zone even came to measure his body and promised to forge a new suit of armor for Renn within a month.

These are the rules of the Northern Fortress.

As long as you contribute to the Northern Fortress, the rewards you receive will certainly be plentiful.

At this moment, Renn was resting in bed when the wooden door on one side was slowly pushed open.

Ella walked in carrying a bag.

As a member of the squad tasked with assassinating the Dire Wolf King, this half-elf received a substantial reward. He was now wearing a brand-new suit of armor, with two new short swords hanging from his belt, and even his original scabbards had been replaced.

"There's a one-eyed dwarf in the Grey Zone who's quite skilled at craftsmanship." Ella tossed the bag onto the table beside Renn's bed.

The paper bag opened, revealing several pieces of smoked meat roasted to a golden brown inside.

"The new knife cost 8 gold coins, and the material was made of refined gold."

Ryan leaned against the headboard.

He stretched out his right arm, which had almost been destroyed but had now recovered quite well, grabbed a piece of smoked meat, and put it in his mouth to chew.

There were still large bruises on the skin of his right arm, but the muscles in his arm looked firmer than before.

As one of the heroes of this battle, Raine was fortunate enough to be healed by Archbishop Clement of the Northern Fortress using high-level divine magic.

This treatment did more than just repair the damage; Renn felt that his muscles had become even more muscular under the influence of the divine magic.

"Eight gold coins for two short swords. You're destined to never save any money in your life," Renn muttered, swallowing a piece of meat.

"I don't plan to live to the age where I need to save money." Ella pulled over a wooden chair and sat down, casually tearing a piece of smoked meat from the paper bag and chewing it. "Hughes ran away, and the monsters in the wasteland retreated to the depths of the wasteland. The taverns in the Northern Fortress are now full of drunken soldiers, all praising you, and some are even urging the bards to write a play called 'The Black Sword and the White Wolf'."

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