Escape

Girislav's western count, Larzan Cartrol, the commander-in-chief of the expansion into Frost-Wolf Forest, had never imagined that on a day that should have been spent launching a sweep and reaping victory and slaves, his family's Archmage and Knight Order would be frozen into blocks of ice by a wolf and sent back to him.

The count felt the temperature dropping around him and guessed that the great white wolf before him was probably already a Senior Magic Beast—perhaps even that deity's envoy.

To hide the trembling of his body, the count's right hand unconsciously stroked his grizzled beard. His face, crusted with ice, brewed for a short while before finally squeezing out a sentence. "You have already entered Girislav's territory. I am the border count appointed by the king of Girislav and acknowledged by His Majesty the God Emperor!"

"Excellent. I am the common ruler of the Wolf-Barbarians of Frost-Wolf Forest, the leader of the Wolf Clan. You are worthy of speaking to me." Totapara raised her wolf head. Behind her, several dozen Frost Wolves, Wind Wolves, and level-0 White Wolves appeared. Once these wolves, adapted to ice and snow, began to move, Girislav would have to change counts by tomorrow.

"Release my people." The Frost-Wolf's tone was even, yet it did not lack pressure, and gusts of cold wind came along with her voice.

The attendants behind the count had basically all been frozen stiff. Only a few professionals above senior level were still waiting for his orders. At the edge of the camp, the Sixth Prince's white-robed subordinates had barely been affected at all. Cold light from short blades had already shown from several people's sleeves, ready at any moment to battle the Magic Beast.

"Don't even think about it. Opening up the border is a right granted