Chapter 54

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What depressed duvet was that all the things that the old magician bought were duvet's money. When Dewey was arrested, he also carried a money bag with more than 100 gold coins in it.

In a hurry, he put on his fur coat, wore a sheepskin hat, covered his ears with a thick brim, put on his snow boots, and hung a waist knife... Dewey looked like those adventurers who often ran to the frozen forest.

Out of the hotel, a small sled had been parked outside, and four strong gray snow dogs were lying on the ground honestly.

The space on the sledge was very small. Dewey had to squeeze together with the old magician. The old magician was still in the white robe... This guy seemed not afraid of cold at all. And Dewey and he leaned together to discover the mystery. The old man didn't know what magic he had done. Close to him, Dewey seemed to be beside the fire. The old magician was warm.

"Well, is it magic?" Dewey snorted.

But he was curious that there was no coachman in the sleigh.

The old magician is a "all rounder", even proficient in sledding skills, but he didn't yell anything. Just sitting on the sledge, the magician gently said "let's go!"

In front of the four strong sled dogs on the ground immediately ran hard! Where to turn, where to slow down, without the old magician to control, those sled dogs will honestly run with the sled, in the vast white snow, the sled pulled out a long strip of print, so headed north.

Although he covered his fur coat and hat, Dewey still felt that the cold wind hurt his face, and his eyes could not be opened. He could only rely on the hot old magician to absorb a little warmth.

The cold wind in the north is made of knives... Duwei lived in the south in his previous life or in his whole life. He had never been to the north at all. He had never seen the endless ice and snow weather in his life.

Along the way, I couldn't help complaining about the hateful old magician and the damned weather!

The sun was still hanging overhead, but there was no warmth at all. Dewey's body shrank into a ball. Soon, under his nose, his snot had condensed into a string of ice edges. After a hard wipe, he almost tore off a piece of flesh. Dewey's tears almost came down.

The frozen forest is located at the north end of the continent... It is said that this is the northernmost part of the continent.

This is also the official "border" set by the Loran empire. Under normal circumstances, the people of the Empire are not allowed to go north.

Further north, the frozen forest is not only the freezing wind and snowstorm, but also the boundless forest... More importantly, it is one of the only two areas where Warcraft activities are extremely frequent on the mainland!

At the southern end of the frozen forest, the Empire had a regiment. The northern "storm corps" of the Empire scattered along the southern edge of the frozen forest, and all the roads leading to the frozen forest were set up checkpoints

Of course, that's just plain.

But secretly, there are still many mercenary teams and small adventure teams who go to the frozen forest every year... These people often have some skills. Those terrible Warcraft in the ice forest are golden coins in these people's eyes!

The fur and cores of all kinds of Warcraft, if they can be hunted, can be sold at a high price in the south.

The Empire's attitude towards this kind of almost semi open "smuggling" was actually "acquiesced".

Those troops walking on the southern border of the frozen forest only prevent some ordinary people from entering this dangerous area, while those adventurers with unique skills, such as magicians or high-level warriors, can often escape the patrol and search of the army silently. And some large-scale adventure teams even dare to confront with small groups of patrol troops for the benefit of smuggling!

Although there are few powerful people like magicians, there are many warriors. In the face of the interests of adventure, there are still many people willing to carry their heads to fight.

In the north of the town where Duwei and the old magician started, less than half a day later, Duwei and others came to a checkpoint and looked at the imperial soldiers in white fur robes... These northern men were obviously much colder than Duwei. There were even some high-level warriors, wearing only leather waistcoats, with hairy chests and bare arms, beside the checkpoint, In the ice and snow, grab a lot of snow to scrub the body. While wiping, they also shout and sing loudly.

This checkpoint is built on the mainland, without stone... The frozen soil in the north is harder than stone. As long as we dig out some slightly softer soil to pile it up at the warmest time every summer, and then pour water on it, the cold wind in one night will be enough to freeze out a solid wall!

Looking at the soldiers in thick white leather robes, with leather hats on their heads and ice ridges on their hats, Dewey didn't know whether to marvel or admire. Anyway, he's just holding back.

The old magician whistled and the four snow dogs stopped just before the checkpoint.

There are about 100 soldiers in front of this checkpoint. When a small sled came and stopped in front of them in the ice and snow, they immediately surrounded them. The soldiers intentionally or unintentionally reached for their waist knives. The strong man who was catching snow to take a bath in the ice and snow was obviously the team leader here, and immediately threw away the snow, He grabbed a spear and strode over.

In the snow, the samurai ran very fast. He ran to Du Wei in two or three times. Visually, this guy can be called a "barbarian". His long beard almost covered one third of his face. He looked very rough. Looking at his body method in the snow, I think his martial arts skills are quite good.

These soldiers stopped the road, someone was about to speak, but saw the old magician's clothes, immediately closed his mouth!

These soldiers in the northern frozen forest are well-informed. Some magicians like to come here all the year round and catch some rare Warcraft in the forest. Magic core is the magic material that magicians like.

These people know each other's identity as soon as they look at the old magician's clothes... Although, the old magician's clothes don't have any magician level badge on them.

In fact, this is also a common thing in the frozen forest... The magicians who come here all know the imperial ban. Although the magicians are aloof, they still can't do anything to openly challenge the Empire. Therefore, in order to hide their identity, they will not hang their own magic level badge. In this way, on the one hand, they show their identity as magicians to deter the soldiers blocking the way, On the one hand, it also hides its real name and identity.

After all, there are not many magicians on the mainland. If you hang a badge, the other party will know his level. If you really want to settle the accounts, you can go back to the magicians' Union and find out what the magicians look like.

Therefore, in the frozen forest, it is a semi open habit for magicians to wear only their robes but not their badges... This is the so-called "doing evil without leaving a name".

Dewey glared, a little excited. In his opinion, there is no hope for this small group of soldiers to block the road. Although Dewey doesn't know how powerful the old guy is, he can train Vivian's magic genius and easily send a dragon to his apprentice as a gift. Can this kind of family be small?

If you want to fight, Dewey bet that in a few seconds at most, the magician can make these 100 soldiers lie down.

But Dewey was disappointed.

The old magician leisurely stopped the sledge, and then touched it in his arms for a long time before he took out a piece of crumpled parchment. There is a habit in the circle of magicians that they don't like to use any ordinary paper. Everything that needs to be recorded literally uses parchment.

"Gentlemen, I have an official document from the magician Union." The old magician smilingly handed the parchment to the barbarian Warrior: "the magician Union has given me the privilege to enter the frozen forest."

Looking at the friendly old magician, the warrior in charge was stunned.

Although he seems rough, he also has some worries in his heart. He has been ordered to guard the entrance of this frozen forest these years. He has seen a lot, and he has not met one or two magicians.

Often those magicians, one by one, are guys with eyes above the top. Or, simply cast a spell and fly directly, or a gust of wind rolled over, so that these soldiers can't even touch a shadow.

Or, show your hand in public, frighten the soldiers, and then swagger in the past.

After all, these are conventions. As we all know, if the magician really wants to break through, such a hundred and ten people will surely be unstoppable.

However, it's really rare for this kind magician to show his legal documents and look like a negotiation!

With a suspicious expression, the captain of the samurai results in this crumpled parchment.

I don't know how many years I've had this thing in my hand. The handwriting has been a little fuzzy. There are even some denitration on the sheepskin. It's shabby. The team leader carefully held it in his hand for fear that it would be rotten.

But as soon as I saw the words on it... The captain could not help but change his face and almost glared out his eyes!

"Here is an official letter. Those who hold this official letter can enter the frozen forest unconditionally. No Imperial military or local government personnel can stop them! This document is valid for... 100 years! "

What the hell is this? A hundred years?

This old guy is not playing with me, is he? The captain couldn't help thinking when he saw this. He also met some cheaters

As we all know, in this place, the army does not dare to stop magicians. There are also some swindlers who have made a suit of magician robes to fool people.

But look at the signature at the bottom of this document

"The emperor of the Roland Empire, Augustine V & President of the sorcerer union of Roland."

A document signed jointly by his Majesty the emperor and the president of the magician Union?

What's more, what's more. The signed emperor Augustine V has been dead for sixty years! And the current president of Roland mainland magician Union has long been replaced! The president on the signature also died 40 years ago at the age of 119! The signature of the former Emperor of the Empire and the former president of the magician Union? What's the origin of this guy? This thing is true or false, the team leader can naturally identify it! The signature can be forged, but the seal on it can't be forged! The seal of the emperor and the seal of the president of the magician's Union all have magic anti-counterfeiting marks! When you get the document in your hand, the two seals will slowly emerge on the parchment, and then slowly disappear... The team leader immediately respects! The identity of the old magician in front of him must be cow to a certain extent! At least with the Empire's former Emperor and former magician union president of an era of old people! This kind of person, a small team leader, can't afford to offend! Even the captain can't help but wonder... Valid for 100 years... How old is this old guy this year? He respectfully rolled up the parchment and sent it to the magician with both hands. His tone was also polite: "Dear magician, welcome to the frozen forest! The 27th patrol of the White Wolf infantry under the imperial northern storm Corps salutes you! If you have any other requirements, we will try our best to cooperate with you! " The old magician was very polite: "no, just please get out of the way." In a word, the soldiers standing in front of the road retreated one after another, even took the initiative to clean up the snow in front of the pass, and then lined up to see off the old magician's sleigh. Seeing the checkpoint far behind, Dewey couldn't help asking, "is that document... True?"“ Really... "The old magician replied faintly:" however, today is the last day of validity. " Dewey put out his tongue: "the last day?" Looking at the old magician's side face, he couldn't help asking, "how old are you“ Children, has the family education of the Rowling family fallen to such a level? Use honorifics when asking about your elders' age. " The old magician said with a smile, "I, my age..." at this point, a trace of melancholy flashed in the old magician's eyes: "I can't remember myself."`