The three dogs were not as big as it, but being suddenly taken away by a stranger still aroused their ferocity. The three dogs struggled all the way. No matter how Xia Yibing pulled and tugged, they didn't want to go and even tried to bite off the reins.
"Woof? Woof woof woof!"
With eyes wide open, Lily jumped up and rushed quickly to the middle of her three companions. She first knocked over the most ferocious one with her head, then flicked her tail to knock the one that pounced on her to the ground. The last vicious dog pounced on the slenderest one and pinned it to the ground. She opened her big mouth and locked the dog's throat through a thick layer of dog hair.
"Woooo...!"
“Woof woof woof…~~~!”
A magical phenomenon occurred - the three dogs were originally extremely reluctant, but after being intimidated and bullied, they fell to the ground and wailed, looking like they were begging for mercy from Lily.
"You still have this ability?" Xia Yibing's eyes almost bulged out, thinking that she had really underestimated this stupid dog. Even though it was usually so timid, it was really good at fighting in the den!
"A pure Arctic dog will retain some of its original wildness." Heidi walked over and put the sled locks on the three submissive Arctic dogs one by one.
"The so-called wildness comes from our ancestors." Xia Yibing raised an eyebrow, "And the ancestors of dogs are all wolves."
I see... Wolves are one of the few animal groups that can form a social structure. The weak in the group will spontaneously submit to the strong. This is why other Arctic dogs submit to Lily.
"Woof woof!" Lily still had one of her front paws on the victim's head, her upper body raised toward Hitzfeld in an extremely majestic manner, her tail wagging, as if she was trying to take credit for it.
"Well done." Hitzfeld took the last lock from Heidi and put it around its neck. "This is a reward for you."
"Woof?" Lily was stunned and immediately lay down and pretended to be dead.
"Then why don't you stay here? We won't take you with us when we leave."
"Wow..."
Lily finally gave in, and together with her three new friends, she pulled the sled with three people on board and sped towards the town entrance.
This is much more fun than a horse-drawn carriage!
Xia Yibing was in charge of controlling the reins. She asked Heidi to teach her the skills of controlling the sled. She kept fine-tuning the direction of travel, her face full of excitement.
Hitzfeld had been observing the scenery along the way. Their current speed was obviously much faster than walking on two legs. The dark shadows and the light of the coal lamp under the polar night were rapidly receding.
Here she noticed a phenomenon, that is, the lights in many houses were on, and some fathers and daughters, elderly people and children were standing on the steps wrapped in scarves and wearing hats, and they were all looking towards the north.
"Stop!"
After passing a downhill slope, Xia Yibing vaguely saw the crowd in front of him. With Heidi's help, he stopped the sled, turned around and stretched out his right hand to the girl.
Hitzfeld smiled, held out his hand to her, and was pulled up and stepped out of the car.
"I'll watch from here," Heidi whispered to them.
"You'd better not be too far away from me, no more than 25 meters."
Twenty-five meters?
So precise?
Xia Yibing raised her eyebrows, turned around and looked at her tall and slender figure, then nodded heavily at her.
"Count Xieyang is here!"
"Who?"
"Count Xiyang! Lord Sara! They are coming!!"
Many of the people who were blocking the way were obviously from the caravan. They had traveled with Hitzfeld for a while and had heard of her prominent status. When someone saw her coming down, they immediately started shouting, which attracted others to look over here and even made way for her.
Twenty-five meters... twenty-five meters...
Calculating the distance silently in his mind, Hitzfeld walked to the center of the crowd and saw more than twenty sled frames piled on the ground in the middle.
The situation is a bit confusing... There must have been a car accident. The entire convoy was partially hit while rushing back to the town entrance. Scattered debris can be seen on the snow, as well as some extremely faint pink marks that are impossible to distinguish without careful observation.
The scene was also extremely noisy. A group of Trierred people and a group of Ice Lake Town people were mixed together. Some were staring at her and talking, while others were pointing at the tragedy on the open space and talking nonsense.
A dozen people led by the "Bear Man" Sintala were standing in the front right and arguing with a wealthy man. Not far in the front left, several women and children wanted to break through the crowd and approach the wreckage of the sled, but were forcibly stopped by some elderly people.
The sounds of discussion, quarrels, women, children and crying were all mixed together. To be honest, just staying here was a torture.
"Woo——"
Just then, a low cry suddenly came from behind the crowd.
Like a horn?
Hitzfeld tried to analyze what it was.
It feels a bit like a horn... and a bit like a conch... What is this sound?
The mystery was quickly solved. As the crowd in the front right dispersed, a long-haired man wearing a gray-black animal skin cloak and holding a horn-like object walked out.
He was tall, not far behind the average person in Binghu Town, but his body was not very strong, his face was thin and shrunken, his lips were pale, his cheeks were blue, and there was a gloomy look around his eyes, which was either coal dust or dark circles. His curly black hair spread from the top of his head to his elbows and waist, with a greasy sheen and burrs... I don't know how long he hasn't taken care of it.
But his eyes are bright!
Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing both noticed that his eyes were extremely bright, like the North Star in the dark night, deep in their eye sockets reflecting light.
"Woo——!!!"
The long-haired man blew the horn again at close range, and a loud noise that was somewhat deafening came out of the small horn.
People frowned or covered their ears, and for a moment the noise was suppressed by this thing. After the horn died down, no one spoke for a long time.
Is he Geyeso?
The ancient witch in town?
Although no one introduced his identity, Hitzfeld quickly guessed who he was.
It was simple. The wealthy man had never been seen before. However, judging from the fact that the "bear man" Xintala was willing to communicate with him patiently, and the caravan leader 'Yag' was standing behind him, this man was most likely 'Poly', the mayor of Ice Lake Town.
They were discussing something just now, and being interrupted so abruptly and rudely was simply disrespectful.
But 'Polly' showed no sign of being angry. Instead, he walked towards the newcomer and greeted him politely.
No one else except the ancient witch Geyeso could have such courage.
Then she saw 'Yag' come up and say a few words to 'Polly', who immediately turned his head to look over here, and simply abandoned Geyeso where he was, and wanted to come over with a group of people.
Kurumu's description was correct.
The corner of Hitzfeld's mouth twitched slightly.
Compared to the mayor of Ice Lake Town, this guy looks more like a native Trierred businessman.
"Woo——!!!"
Being ignored like this, Geyeso was obviously angry. He blew the horn for the third time. The huge noise made Polly and his group grit their teeth and squint their eyes, and then they started shouting angrily.
"That's enough! Geyeso! What do you want to do?"
"That's up to you, Mayor!"
Geyeso's voice was so loud that Hitzfeld could hear it even from a distance.
She was quite surprised because everyone in this group, including him, spoke Sara language well. Although she could hear an indelible northern accent, she thought that the profession of ancient witches would have to speak the local dialect.
"The disaster has arrived as expected!"
Geyeso stretched out his slender arms, and pointed his sharp fingernails at the wreckage of the sled on the snow.
"I have long predicted that bad luck will come with the cold wind, and this town will be completely devoured by the supreme power. We must resolve the source of the disaster as soon as possible."
"I think you are crazy, Geyeso!"
Polly couldn't help cursing at him.
"I usually respect you, and I'm even willing to let you touch my head... Isn't that enough? Do you have to kill everyone to be happy? I beg you to shut up!"
"God's will cannot be violated!"
Geyesor also loudly defended his theory.
"We are a group cursed by the God of the Ice Lake! We were born from the Ice Lake, enjoy its blessings, and must also bear its consequences!"
"We can't just sit back and watch everything get worse! God is calling for His warriors! We can't just sit back and watch everything happen, and we can't run away like cowards! We should go back to the mountains! Go back to the ice lake! We have to find our glory!"
"Shut his mouth! Take him away!"
At Polly's command, several burly men suddenly emerged from the surroundings. They grabbed Geyeso like a shriveled antelope and dragged him away amid his screams and protests.
"..."
Hitzfeld was speechless.
She originally thought that the so-called ancient witch would be some powerful figure. After all, if you don’t have any real skills and just rely on fooling people, how many people will respect you?
She had witnessed the construction and decline of the monastery in her flashbacks. Although the beliefs of the Xieyang Cult had not been successfully spread in the North, the locals still preferred to believe in the ice and snow goddess in the tribe's legend, but the new beliefs and new ideas must have had a certain impact on the locals.
To be able to hold the position of the ancient witch under such circumstances, he should know at least two magic tricks and be an extraordinary person, right?
However, she could not see anything about Geyeso that looked like a supernatural being. She did not rule out the possibility that he did not have time to use any tricks - she had previously seen several bags tied around his waist.
While I was thinking about it, trouble was already here.
"You are... the great and beautiful Imperial Count, Miss Aisun-Hitzfeld, right?"
What a lame, old-fashioned way of putting it.
Looking up at the fawning mayor, Hitzfeld frowned and replied, "There is no emperor now. Without Serran, there is no one on earth who can call himself an empire."
"That's the Count of the Kingdom! In short, you are a great noble!"
Polly looked surprised. "Oh my god, what you said is really reasonable! I invited you last night but you didn't come! This is our loss! It made us almost twenty hours late to see... your intelligence and beauty!"
It's so embarrassing.
Xia Yibing rolled her eyes beside her.
Of course, she would not underestimate this man because of this. In fact, she was already wondering whether the word "empire" at the beginning was said intentionally.
"I don't have time to argue with you, Mayor." Hitzfeld followed the procedure and was polite to Polly, "I need to know what happened."
"Oh! This kind of thing is actually——"
"Crack!"
Xia Yibing knew very well what role she should play at this moment. She suddenly raised her hand, took out a pistol from somewhere and aimed it at Polly, then showed her ID in front of a group of people who all looked drastically changed.
"Sara Homeland Security."
"You'd better be sensible, Mr. Mayor."
"I... Of course!" Polly's head was covered in cold sweat. "Actually, I was just being polite... I was just about to explain the situation to the Count!"
Then he turned around and waved to the "bear man" Sintala behind him, and glared at Yager fiercely.
You didn't even tell me the identity of the woman next to you!
I haven't had time yet!
Yager opened his lips slightly and looked confused.
Logically speaking, he was going to remind Polly, and he even briefly mentioned it at the banquet last night. It was you who couldn't remember clearly, so how could you blame me?
"Polly, you called me?"
Xintala walked over and asked in a muffled voice.
Seeing this sturdy man up close, Hitzfeld couldn't help but sigh that the nickname "Bear Man" was indeed not wrong.
This obviously means not only that he was fed by a mother bear, but also that his sturdy body, like that of a polar bear, is a reason.
"Yes!" Polly nodded. "Let me introduce you. This is a great noble from the south! And the one next to her is an expert in settling those strange incidents! You must be respectful to them. Do you hear me?"
expert?
Xintara tilted his head, first looking at Hitzfeld, whose arms and legs were not as thick as his, then at Xia Yibing, who was only slightly better than Hitzfeld, and shook his head little by little.
"No, Polly... I don't think they look like experts..."
"I said yes and it's true! How dare you talk back?!"
"Ok."
His eyes swept across the gun barrel in Xia Yibing's hand, and Xintala nodded.
"So you asked me to explain the situation?"
"We need to know the details." Hitzfeld stepped forward.
"Not only do we want to help the town, but some of the missing people include friends we know."
