Pioneer Wizard's Notebook

On the snow-covered treetops, ravens paused to preen their glossy black feathers.

A moment later, he tilted his head and looked down at the temporary camp.

The lizardman was reclining on a luxurious cushion woven from unknown feathers, lost in thought with his eyes closed.

Apart from the wolf-like Ice Demons that were on guard around the area.

Standing beside the lizardman were ten werewolves from the Icefield, with wolf heads and human bodies, their ice-blue physiques covered in muscular muscles.

At this moment, he stood motionless, like a statue.

Lind recognized these werewolves; they were from the Frostwolf clan of the Winter Clan.

They live in the Silvermoon Tundra in the North, worship the local North Wind God, "Lord of Winter," and use the Frostwolf, the messenger of the god, as their clan totem.

They were the most agile hunters on the ice plains.

This time, however, the werewolves became the prey.

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After death, he was transformed into an Ice Demon, to be used by the lizardman.

Linde recalled the dwarf elder's introduction.

Unsurprisingly, this Frostwolf tribe was attacked by the White Frost Dragonborn.

The White Frost Priestess of the Dragonborn possesses the ability to transform and control Iceborne Demons.

He is currently expanding his undead army in the north.

But the same question remains: why is the other side not fighting in the North, but instead going to the Ice Mist Forest?

Linde scanned the Ice Demons, his gaze quickly settling on one exception.

Beneath the spruce tree, a half-werewolf girl sat crouching, her expression indifferent.

Compared to other werewolves, she looks more like a human, with a beautiful face full of wild charm.

The drooping, fluffy wolf ears on her head and the curled-up wolf tail behind her indicate that she is of mixed race.

This half-werewolf girl was not transformed into an Ice Demon.

Linde recalled the significance of mixed race in the North, and a thought suddenly formed in his mind, making him feel immense pressure.

Since the existence of the Northern Lion Duchy, wars between the Winter Clan and the human kingdoms have decreased, replaced by the prosperity of trade in the North.

Precious ores, monster materials, gems, agate, etc.

The Agate River, connecting the North and the Kingdom of Rosa, became synonymous with wealth, attracting countless merchants to risk their lives and fortunes to reach it.

However, the Winter Clan rejects cunning humans.

Humans also loathe these rude, barbaric orcs.

Against the backdrop of racial integration at that time, the hybrid orcs born from both sides emerged on the stage, becoming a buffer zone for trade between them.

Many of these orcs were Northern merchants, responsible for transporting goods across the border.

They could be found in Blackrock City.

Linde clearly remembered that his father, Baron Jefferson, had once invited a half-werewolf caravan.

Hopefully, they can open up a trade route in the Ice Mist Forest.

There's no need to cross the Principality of the Northern Lions, thus avoiding exorbitant tariffs.

Both the Flower Kingdom and the caravan will achieve a win-win situation.

Unfortunately, the Frosty Forest was far too dangerous, and after several werewolf guards were killed in succession, the plan to expand the trade route was abandoned.

Now, seeing the appearance of the White Frost Priest and the werewolf, Lind had a bad feeling.

Over the next few days, the raven continued its surveillance.

To avoid being noticed, Linde could only observe from a distance and could not hear the conversation below.

Under his gaze, the half-werewolf girl was leading the way, constantly circling around the valley.

Whenever they were about to enter the hunting grounds of the regional overlord, the lizardman would immediately stop them and change their route.

The lizardman held a map and occasionally wrote or drew on it.

Linde seized the opportunity to steal a glance.

As expected, it was indeed the internal route map of the Ice Mist Forest.

Dangerous areas in the forest are marked above.

Draw a route to safely cross this natural barrier.

There was no doubt that this was a scout sent by the White Frost Dragonborn.

The goal is probably to find other war routes to avoid the Duchy of the Northern Lions!

That's terrible news.

Linde had a headache at the manor.

These dragonborn were moving faster than he had imagined.

Their wartime skills were even more astonishing.

Despite the fact that the war with the Winter Kings had only been going on for a short time, they had already sent people to prepare for a future invasion route to the south.

Those who plan ahead are no ordinary people when it comes to planning ahead.

If the defenses of the Kingdom of Rosa are not adequately prepared, the enemy may indeed launch a decisive attack and breach the northern defense line.

Linde recalled the chaos in Windcliff City and the lack of leadership among the barons, leaving them in disarray.

At that moment, I felt the profound gap between the two sides.

"They seem to have ill intentions, but fortunately, the Ice Mist Forest doesn't welcome outsiders."

Without further hesitation, Lind got up, left the room, and summoned the manor's army.

The Ice Mist Forest was originally part of the Blooming Flower Territory.

Sunflowers are considered one of the dominant species in the region.

Linde doesn't mind upholding the forest tradition of hospitality and welcoming guests from outside.

Now that you've entered the forest, don't go back!

"Army assembly!"

The war horns sounded.

William's Rangers, along with two battalions of troops brought by Philip and Judd, joined forces.

After this period of training, the Sunflower Army has undergone a transformation.

The Rangers already have seven knights, who, though young, are seasoned veterans who have fought in three battles to defend the manor.

The ten knights were selected from the army later, and were outstanding in battle and brave in fighting.

The Shield Guard Battalion was fully equipped, consisting of thirty Bearmane Iron Guards, wielding steel shields and spears, their dark iron armor gleaming coldly.

The archer battalion was replenished, now numbering fifty longbowmen, clad in wolfskin armor and armed with longbows and wolf-tooth arrows.

The army was not large in number, but precisely because of this, it was able to be quickly mobilized and deployed.

Under Linde's command, the team set off.

Head to the Ice Mist Forest and lie in wait.

......

Meanwhile, the half-werewolf girl Heda was once again stopped in her tracks by the White Frost Priest.

The dragon crystal chains binding her neck emanated a terrifying chill that made one's soul tremble.

Heda's wolf tail fur stood on end, and her body was forced to freeze in place.

She gritted her teeth in humiliation, feeling resentful.

"Why continue this futile struggle? Trying to lure me into the monsters of the forest? How laughable."

Lucas, the White Frost Priest, turns the scepter.

A hoarse, mocking laugh came from the lizard's long, thin throat.

For this reconnaissance mission, the Dragon Court bestowed upon him the powerful Ancestral Spirit Scepter.

When the aura of a powerful monster is detected, a warning will be issued in advance.

Heda's resistance, in his eyes, was meaningless except to add amusement to the boring journey.

"My patience is limited, so lead the way honestly. Afterwards, when I become the High Priest of the Dragon Court, you will also become a divinely bestowed warrior of the Dragonborn Legion."

"This is an honor that those wild dogs living in primitive tribes would never even dream of. You should be thanking me."

Lucas smiled faintly, his pale golden vertical pupils lighting up as he thought of his contribution to pioneering the war route.

"Thank you? A bunch of cold-blooded lizard bastards who slaughtered my people and still dare to say that to me!"

Heda glanced at the Icefield Ghost Werewolf beside him and sneered, "Be careful that one day you don't end up being swallowed by the wild dog you look down on."

"The mindset of the weak: on this icy plain, everything can be nourishment for becoming stronger, even blood relatives."

Lucas pinched Heda's chin with his rough fingers, lifted her pretty face, and looked her up and down.

"Your body is in good condition. If you haven't been eaten by me by next spring when my breeding season arrives, I will allow you to become my dragon queen and bear food for me."

"Until then, keep moving forward."

"These lowly humans have occupied this land for half a century. Now it's time to show them who the true masters of this place are!"