As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

After muttering to himself, Jon Snow turned around and found that all the soldiers below the city were looking at him. He cursed himself for losing his composure and was glad that Roy woke him up in time.

Otherwise, if the soldiers saw that the commander of the army was so panicked, there would be no need to fight the war.

Jon Snow closed his eyes, exhaled deeply, and when he opened his eyes again, he had regained his usual coldness and arrogance.

Beneath the city walls, the soldiers gathered together, having already sensed the unusual movement on the wall. The Transcendents, led by the Winter Guard, felt an approaching aura colder than frost and snow, and instinctively shuddered.

Taking Snow Wind Castle in just one day and one night was undoubtedly a great victory in the siege.

But the growing panic and fear diluted the soldiers' joy.

Until a silver-haired figure appeared in their sight.

Before he even spoke, the soldiers fell silent and waited for the lord's orders.

"Everyone, unfortunately, although we have recaptured Snowwind Castle, the [Desperate Line] has been breached. The demons who broke through the line are leading a large army, and they are led by a high-level demon."

As soon as the words fell, there was a deathly silence in Snowwind Castle.

Chapter 120 I'm not a good student either

A suffocating silence hung over the border soldiers.

A high-level transcendent being, a true mythical creature.

Even with an army of a hundred thousand, it is impossible for a mortal body to shake a powerful being who has entered a high level and has gained a trace of divinity.

For most people, it is just a distant existence like a fairy tale, not to mention the high-level extraordinary people of the demon clan, the legendary Four Heavenly Kings.

But now, all this has turned into the most real nightmare.

But fear did not break out in the army after all.

Because of Jon Snow's shout, the fighting spirit of the human army as border warriors was revived.

"I'll tell the truth."

"If we engage in battle with the higher-ups, we will surely die."

"But if we run away, we will be caught up before we even reach Jingfeng City, and we will surely die."

Jon Snow took a deep breath, his eyes cold and firm, and he said resolutely, "So, I decided to stay in Snowwind Castle to resist the demons, and at the same time send people to retreat to Jingfeng's Academy to notify other forces to call for reinforcements."

Compared to fighting or retreating, this is the most reasonable option.

Otherwise, if it is delayed until the end and the demons occupy Snow Wind Castle and use it as a base to call for subsequent demon reinforcements, it will be a disaster no less than any demon tide.

But this cannot change the inevitable death.

"As a member of the Andvis family, it is my duty and mission to guard the border. But I won't force you. You can decide for yourself whether to retreat and seek reinforcements or stay and hold the line."

"I can't save you. But at least I can save humanity."

"No matter what, I will respect your choice." At this moment, Jon Snow's tone was no longer so serious, and became unusually gentle.

The light words fell like snowflakes, but what responded to her was a roar like thunder.

"Ms. Andrews, we are willing to follow you until death!"

"Guarding Snowwind Castle isn't just your responsibility! If those demons want to enter Snowwind Castle, they'll have to step over our corpses!"

The warriors of Snowwind Castle were already burdened with the mission of guarding the human border; all they lacked was a bit of courage.

The Duke's daughter's determination ignited the courage of the border soldiers.

Bathed in the warriors' blood-filled battle roars, Jon Snow was slightly stunned. He felt that it was an honor to be able to accompany such warriors.

They are true warriors of the Empire.

Now that the response has been decided, everyone in Snow Wind Castle is working at full speed to make final preparations for the upcoming fatal battle.

New recruits and old soldiers, the defenders of Snowwind Castle and the troops of Quietwind City, those who could still fight and the wounded who could not move, everyone said goodbye in a hurry, adding a touch of tragedy to the entire castle.

"Barry, if you dare to ask me to go first again..."

Britney's tearful roar could be heard in the distance, and more soldiers below were bidding farewell to their comrades in tears.

And on top of the city wall, after a long silence, looking at the dark white fog getting closer and closer, Jon Snow finally had to say goodbye to the young man beside him.

"Roy, you should go."

"What if I say I don't want to leave?"

Jon Snow frowned and sternly scolded, "Now is not the time to argue about this."

"Besides, even if you stay, what can you do?"

To describe the boy as covered in bruises at this moment seemed too light.

Even after medical treatment, he was still very weak. If it weren't for the support of the golden-winged griffin, he wouldn't even be able to stand up.

He has paid enough.

Jon Snow couldn't bear to look away from the boy. His tone was cold, but his nose felt sore and he trembled uncontrollably: "This isn't your battle. There's no need to stay here and die."

"Really?" Roy's tone was as calm as water, as if discussing a trivial matter. "Transcendents have the responsibility to defend humanity, and apprentices have the responsibility to help their mentors. Plus, I've always been annoyed with the demons and can't sleep unless I kill a few of them. I think there are plenty of reasons."

"Roy!"

Roy looked over calmly and said with a smile, "Or is the teacher going to abandon me?"

"I......"

Jon Snow suddenly didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Yes, I promised it.

You should stay with him forever.

With his brows lowered and his teeth clenched, Jon Snow didn't know nor dared to respond to the other party's question. He could only plead with a hoarse voice: "Just treat it as an order from the mentor."

"You retreat first, okay? Be obedient."

Jon Snow stepped forward and rubbed the boy's head.

Whenever he put his palm against hers, she would always look away a little embarrassedly, shy and timid.

Roy was always so well-behaved, gentle and considerate in front of her.

But this time, Roy did not avoid her gaze and remained firm: "I don't plan to abandon the teacher and leave."

"Even if it's the mentor's request?"

"Even if it's the instructor's request."

"...You're not obedient sometimes, too."

"I really can't do anything about you." The silver-haired girl smiled bitterly and suddenly reached out to hug him.

Roy wanted to hug her back to comfort her fragility, but he didn't expect to feel a soft and cool touch on his forehead.

Accompanied by the soft questions like snowflakes, the black-haired boy maintained a look of astonishment, and his body was sealed by the ice-blue frost.

The golden-winged griffin, witnessing this scene, subconsciously wanted to move, but didn't know what to do when it fell to the ground to be better for its master.

"sorry."

"You are a good student, but I am not a good teacher."

Finally, he stroked the boy's face with his fingertips, suppressed all the nostalgia in his heart, and ordered the retreating troops to take Roy away.

Britney, who was knocked unconscious by Barry's punch, received the same treatment.

Watching the retreating troops leave the city gate, the old earl sighed bitterly, "When she wakes up, I'm afraid she will cry and scold me a hundred times."

Jon Snow glanced at him and said, "Actually, you can leave too."

"You've already done enough for the Anders family."

The old earl laughed heartily, hiding the sadness in his eyes, and said casually: "That won't do."

"The mistress of the Andvis family is still at the front line. How can I shamelessly retreat to the rear?"

Jon Snow raised the corner of his mouth slightly and nodded slightly to this respectable elder.

Then, he raised his head and faced the pale army that was approaching the city.

On the other side, a team of thousands of people, led by the Jingfeng City troops, rushed south, just to bring in high-level extraordinary people as reinforcements as quickly as possible.

Only high-level extraordinary people can stop high-level ones. Although few people have witnessed it with their own eyes, it is an iron rule that every extraordinary person knows.

But at this moment, the frozen boy tied to the griffin suddenly opened his eyes, and flames burst out of his body, melting the frost covering his body.

"[Cheese], fly back!"

Without bothering to ask more questions, the golden-winged griffin leaped into the sky as it saw a group of soldiers rushing towards it.

Roy held the hand that had regained consciousness and couldn't help but sigh.

He had long guessed that Mr. Jon Snow would not let him take risks, and might even resort to violence, so he was prepared to use [Blood Resonance] and [Fire Flame] to offset the freezing ability.

But in fact, these preparations are somewhat redundant.

He knew he had the ability to [avoid the cold], but he only used this much strength.

Even at this time, Jon Snow was still reluctant to take real action, for fear of hurting himself in the slightest.

No matter how Jon Snow treats others, he is always gentle to himself.

"Maybe you think you're not a good teacher, but actually, I'm not a good student either."

"Big brother?"

Roy exhaled lightly and said with determination, "Let's go back to Snowwind Castle. I want to save her."

Chapter 121 (Part 1)

The gray fog, like a hopeless cage, completely enveloped Snowwind Castle.

The battle was for sure from the start.

Even though a Winter Guard clad in heavy armor and accompanied by a giant bear could defeat a hundred alone, they could not stop tens of thousands of undead. Even though a wall of Stygian Iron could withstand the impact of a dragon, it could not withstand the devastating blow of an undead titan.

Unlike the puppets of the School of Undead and the previous undead vanguard, the ones coming this time are the real trump cards of the undead.

The two undead generals personally led the undead knights, undead warriors, countless ghouls and liches, like a tide of corpses, flooding the fragile defense line of Snow Wind Castle.

The castle, which was recaptured after a day and night of hard fighting, was occupied by the demons again in just a moment, and the troops led by Jon Snow were trapped in the center of Snowwind Castle.

The giant skeleton with only the upper body but covering the sky and the sun was the culprit who destroyed the city wall.

He didn't need to attack, just moved his huge skeleton to push down the city walls, overturn the streets, and cause a devastating blow to Snow Wind Castle.

The Titans were once the kings of the earth who rivaled the dragons. Now, this warrior-captain, whom the Titans were so proud of, has become nothing more than a mount for the Pale Empress.

Above the head of the bone giant, the Lich Queen, dressed in an intricate black robe, sat on a throne carved from human bones, looking down at the human race on the ground like a god, and sighed slightly in boredom as if she was spying on an ant.

And she is just a projection.

The real [Pale Queen Anisas] is currently sitting in the Demon Tribe's palace, manipulating the projection and admiring the Demon Tribe's one-sided conquest as if she were watching a drama.

"To be honest, I'm not interested in your cheap lives."

"For hundreds of years, there have only been two people in the human race who can be considered my rivals and are worthy of being included in my collection."

"One was [Saint Sister] Theresa from hundreds of years ago. She and I had our share of victories and defeats, but unfortunately, I was never able to settle the matter with her."

"One is your father, Lord Karstark Anderveth of the White Wolf."

The queen of liches, the pale empress, stroked the side of her face.

Half of her face was frozen in a bone-chilling cold that would make even the undead tremble. That was the unforgettable shame left by the [Grand Duke White Wolf].

Whenever she thought of that human, she always hated him to the core, yet she missed him immensely and longed to add him to her collection.

"Unfortunately, that battle destroyed his body."

"Luckily, I found a new collection."

The Pale Empress's gaze fell on the silver-haired girl who was covering her arm and glaring at the human army.

Her long hair fluttered like snow, her skin was as white as ice, and her torn dress and dripping blood did not tarnish her temperament, but instead made her look even more tragic and beautiful.

The look in her eyes, as cold as the imperial snow, was exactly the same as her father's, making the Pale Empress deeply feel the wonder of blood inheritance.