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Link's movements became more and more powerful, and each sprint made Hannah let out an alluring moan.

Their bodies rolled around on the bed, as if the whole world had shrunk down to just the two of them.

As time went by, Hannah's pain gradually disappeared, replaced by an indescribable pleasure.

She actively responded to Link's movements, hugging his back tightly with both hands, as if trying to merge herself into his body.

The sounds in the room grew more intense, and their bodies became more and more intertwined.

In this passionate moment, they seemed to forget all their troubles and worries, immersing themselves in the pleasure and enjoying each other's warmth and love.

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82. New Threats

Meanwhile, on the tall, thick walls of Winterfell, the cold wind howled, making a sharp sound, like the roar of winter.

"Spare me! Great Lord Link! This was all ordered by Lord Carter Zane of Ashenvale, it really has nothing to do with me! Please have mercy and spare my life!"

Morson's voice trembled, filled with endless fear and pleading as he howled desperately, trying to pity Link and spare his life.

However, Link never intended to let this guy go from the start.

Soon, with the combined efforts of several Winterhold City guards, Morson was stripped naked and, like a lamb to the slaughter, was tied to a flagpole by the city wall without any dignity.

Naked, Morson shivered in the cold wind, his bound body writhing wildly like a fish thrown ashore, about to dry up and die, making its last struggle.

At first, he tearfully begged Link to spare him, but as time went on, he realized that the soldiers around him had no intention of letting him go. Despair and anger welled up in his heart, and he began to curse Link and Winterfell loudly.

"How dare you humiliate me like this! If the great Lord Carter Zane of Ashenvale finds out about this, he will be furious and lead his army to raze Winterfell to the ground and cut off all your heads!"

Moerson shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to salvage his pitiful dignity with this threat.

Several Winterfell soldiers standing guard on the city wall crossed their arms and watched with great interest as Morson, who was tied to the flagpole and cursing loudly, started making bets.

"It's so cold it could freeze a person to pieces. I bet this guy can only last a day at most!" a soldier said with a grin.

“One day is too short! Look how loud he is shouting, he might be able to keep it up for two days!” another soldier retorted.

“I bet he can hold out for three days!” another soldier shouted.

It was the dead of winter, and the biting wind felt like sharp knives, cutting painfully into people's faces.

The Winterfell warriors below, even though they were wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, could still feel the biting cold and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

Molson had already been stripped naked, so how could he possibly hold out for long in this freezing weather?

Sure enough, it wasn't long before the biting cold became unbearable for Morson. His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and his teeth chattered.

"Put me down, you stupid bastards!" Morson threatened hoarsely.

"Put me down, and I, Morson, will repay you handsomely in the future!" When threats failed, he began to plead again.

"Damn it! If you don't put me down, and Lord Carter Zane gets angry and sends troops to attack, you will all die without a burial place!" With threats and pleas intertwined, Morson's voice gradually became hoarse.

"Please, please put me down, I'm really going to freeze to death..." His voice grew weaker and weaker, filled with despair.

However, whether Morson threatened or pleaded, the few Winterfell warriors standing below simply watched as if it were a show, with mocking smiles on their faces, completely unmoved.

In less than a day, Morson's body was completely frozen solid while he was hanging from the flagpole.

His body, which had been twisting and struggling, now hung stiffly on the flagpole like a dried-out salted fish, lifeless.

Even in death, his face remained etched with deep regret.

Perhaps, in the last moments of his life, his heart was filled with endless regret and fear. If God gave him another chance, even at the cost of his life, he would never dare to offend Link again.

......

"What! Morson is dead, stripped naked, and hung on a flagpole?"

Inside the magnificent city lord's mansion in Ashvale County, Carter Zane sat in the main seat, listening leisurely to his subordinates' reports.

But when he heard the news, he stood up abruptly, his eyes wide open, his face filled with disbelief and anger, and he questioned loudly.

“Yes, my lord, I saw it all with my own eyes. Morson’s body is still hanging alone within the territory of Winterfell. Lord Link of Winterfell said he would send the body to you… to you again in a while…”

The subordinate standing below quickly knelt on one knee, not daring to raise his head, and respectfully reported back.

Carter Zane took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but his voice remained icy cold, as if it came from an ice cellar.

His eyes blazed with furious flames that seemed to burn everything around them to ashes.

In his eyes, Morson was nothing but a clown, and even if he died, he would not feel the slightest regret or emotion.

However, the situation is quite different now.

Morson was an envoy representing Katarina Zane to Winterfell, yet he was so cruelly tortured and killed. This was undoubtedly a blatant slap in the face to Katarina Zane!

Carter Zane was used to being arrogant and domineering. In the North, he was the supreme being, and who would dare to disrespect him?

But now, Winterfell is humiliating him like this, how can he tolerate it?

"Hmph, I originally only intended to obtain that secret from you and spare your life. If I was lucky, you might even be able to contribute to the Duke of Terror and His Highness the Prince. But now, you dare to humiliate me like this and disrespect me. Not only will I kill you, but I will also make you die a very painful death!"

As Carter Zane spoke, he slowly clenched his fists, which cracked as he did so, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light, like a wild beast about to erupt in fury.

"Go! Pass on my orders: all troops in Ashvalley County, march forth! I will lead the army to raze Winterfell to the ground and let everyone see that my reputation, that of Carter Zane, is not to be trampled upon by anyone!"

Carter Zane gave a loud order, his voice echoing throughout the city lord's mansion.

At this moment, the subordinate hesitated for a moment, then said tremblingly, "But sir, His Majesty the 'Duke of Terror' clearly stated before that we should conserve our strength and not act rashly. If we launch an attack on Winterfell now, wouldn't that...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Carter Zane kicked him, sending his subordinate sprawling to the ground. The subordinate grimaced in pain but dared not utter a sound.

"Idiot! Can't you see how much profit the Princess brought back is? Once we destroy Winterfell and get those goods, we can offer them to Lord Terror. Not only will Lord Terror not blame us, but he will also grant us even more power in Ashenvale! At that time, the strength of Ashenvale will reach a new level. Don't you understand? Go and gather your troops!" Carter Zane roared.

"Yes... I'll go right away!"

The subordinate turned pale with fright, scrambled to his feet, and hurriedly ran out of the city lord's mansion.

He staggered, as if something terrible was chasing him from behind.

As he watched his subordinate's departing figure, a ruthless glint flashed in Carter Zane's eyes.

He secretly vowed to make Winterfell pay a heavy price for what they had done, and to let everyone know the consequences of offending him, Carter Zane!

83. The most worrying situation

After all the troops in Ashvale County had assembled, Carter Zane, dressed in magnificent armor, walked steadily up the makeshift platform.

He looked down at the menacing army arrayed before him, his eyes filled with smug satisfaction.

Carter Zane has brought out his entire team for this campaign.

He assembled a cavalry force of four hundred men. These cavalrymen were dressed in fine armor, carried sharp lances, and rode strong and well-trained horses. The sheer power of this cavalry was enough to terrify the enemy.

In addition to the cavalry, there were also six thousand regular troops from Greyvale County, standing in neat formation, their morale high, their weapons gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

In addition, there was a legion of 1,500 barbarian slaves that the "Duke of Terror" had previously given him. These barbarian warriors were tall and burly, with dark skin, fierce faces, and exuded a savage aura. The weapons they carried were varied, but all of them revealed a bloodthirsty killing intent.

In addition, there are the remaining five thousand slave warriors. Although their equipment and training are slightly inferior, their large numbers make them capable of playing a role on the battlefield.

This was all the force Carter Zane possessed: a mixed force of nearly 15,000 men.

Compared to Schumpeter's three thousand ragtag troops, it was a world of difference.

Whether in terms of troop numbers, equipment, or the quality and training of soldiers, Carter Zane's army held an absolute advantage.

"Lord Zain, which fool dares to provoke your wrath? Your subordinate is willing to serve you and bring his head before you!"

A strong, burly, and fierce-looking middle-aged knight rode out from the cavalry ranks, came down to the foot of the platform, dismounted, knelt on one knee at the feet of Carter Zane, and spoke in a loud and respectful voice.

His eyes revealed his loyalty to Carter Zane and his eagerness to make a name for himself.

Carter Zane lowered his head slightly, looking at the knight at his feet. A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he stroked the valuable jade ring on his finger. A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes as he slowly said, "Just an ignorant idiot. It's been a long time since I've been so angered. These days, there are still people around Ashvalley who dare to challenge my authority like this."

“Lord Zane, in your presence, that fellow is nothing more than a slightly stronger ant,” the knight echoed.

"This time, I will not only crush that ant, but also take this opportunity to teach those minor lords near Grayvale County a lesson. I will let them know that in this land, only those who are under my protection can live in peace. Those who defy my will will be like that ant I am about to crush—they will never have a good end!"

Carter Zane's voice was deep and authoritative, as if proclaiming some inviolable law.

Carter Zane had been coveting Link's secrets, but he didn't really pay much attention to him.

In his view, Winterfell's fighting strength was at best only slightly stronger than Schumpeter's Hammerlands.

As for Ironhammer Territory, Schumpeter's three thousand ragtag troops were hardly an army in Carter Zane's eyes.

Those soldiers were poorly trained and poorly equipped, barely better than bandits at best.

Not to mention compared to his own army, which had fought for many years and was highly experienced.

Therefore, the reason why Carter Zane mobilized all his forces was not only to kill Link, but more importantly, to intimidate the lords, large and small, around Ashenvale County.

Although these lords obediently paid tribute of treasures and valuables every year under the oppression of Carter Zane, over time, they inevitably developed some ulterior motives.

This is a perfect opportunity to eliminate Winterfell, seize the secrets of those "elven specialties," and also intimidate the lords, large and small, around Ashenvale, forcing them to submit obediently and never dare to have any further thoughts of resistance.

Therefore, in Carter Zane's view, this was less a war to conquer Winterfell and more a one-sided display of his military might.

He wanted everyone to know that he, Carter Zane, was still the undisputed ruler of this land.

The news of the troop buildup in Greyvale County was also deliberately spread by Carter Zane's men.

Within a day, all the major and minor factions in Ashvale County had learned of the news.

People were talking about it everywhere.

"Who exactly is Link of Winterfell that Lord Carter Zane would go to such lengths and send out so many troops?"

A simply dressed businessman, frowning and looking puzzled, asked the person next to him.

"That's the guy who wiped out Ironhammer Territory and killed Schumpeter. But I heard he was just lucky. In terms of real strength, how can he compare to Lord Carter Zane?" Another vendor with a shrewd face said disdainfully.

"So what if Schumpeter was killed? There are more than one lord in the vicinity of Ashvalley who can rival Schumpeter! But Lord Carter Zane of Ashvalley can make all these lords obediently lower their heads and dare not resist in the slightest. This Link is probably in big trouble."

"That unlucky fellow actually angered Lord Carter Zane so much. But if you ask me, Lord Carter Zane is just making an example of him! He's using this opportunity to warn those lords with ill intentions." A burly mercenary grinned and said.

"Heh, this is a good opportunity to see how well Carter Zane's forces have developed over the years, and whether they still have the ability to intimidate the many lords in the vicinity. If his strength is not what it used to be, the situation in Ashvalley County may change again."

As the news spread, undercurrents began to stir in the vicinity of Greyvale County.

Almost every faction wanted to take this opportunity to assess Carter Zane's strength and see if he still had the right to make them submit.

After all, in this land full of conflict, strength is the fundamental factor that determines everything.

And Carter Zane did not disappoint these forces.

After a brief rest, he led his army and swaggered away from Grey Valley County.

The neat formation and the resounding bugle calls seemed to be proclaiming their strength to the world.

The army marched in a mighty procession toward Link's Winterhold, raising dust that blotted out the sky.

As the well-trained and well-equipped mixed army of tens of thousands of men, led by Carter Zane, slowly departed from Ashvalley County, all the forces that had been secretly observing fell silent.

They hid in the shadows, watching this powerful army with eyes full of fear and awe.

"Carter Zane's power seems to have grown even stronger! Look at the size and momentum of this army; it's more imposing than ever before," a scout hiding in a corner whispered to his companion.

"His cavalry has grown to such a large size! And this is probably not all; he may have other trump cards up his sleeve."

"And then there's the barbarian legion that the 'Duke of Terror' gifted to him. They're all fierce and powerful, and they look much stronger than ordinary human warriors! The savage aura they exude is terrifying just to look at."

"As expected of the lord of Grayvale County, his forces are so powerful! It seems that no one in the vicinity of Grayvale County can shake his position."

"Tsk tsk, that Lord of Winter is in trouble. Even if four or five Schumpeters were tied together, they wouldn't be a match for that force. So what if the Lord of Winter defeats Schumpeter? He's no match for Carter Zane. This battle is probably a foregone conclusion."

After witnessing Carter Zane's massive army firsthand, the various factions around Ashvalley County reached a surprisingly unanimous conclusion.

That means Winterfell is finished!

With such a powerful force at his disposal, dealing with Winter City would probably be as easy as crushing an ant for Carter Zane.

In this dog-eat-dog world, strength determines everything, and Winter City seems destined for destruction.

......

The moment the army set off in Ashvale County, Link received confirmation from the Black Knife Assassins.