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Chapter 19. Set Fire to the Plains!

The most common food in the grasslands was a red curly-leafed tuber plant that was a hybrid of radish and cabbage. It was easily stored in a cellar.

The red liquid the plant was extremely smelly. The barbarians said that it was the Blood of Sinlos, and those who ate it would have bad breath and farts. This was the price.

This made cellars an existence comparable to hell.

The barbarians of the White Spirit Tribe were probably the first to master long-distance energy transmission on the grasslands. It wasn't that they were smart, but that their cellars were colder and darker than ordinary people's. Some lazy people didn't want to go down to check the cellar of the vegetables themselves, so they simply did everything they could to slack off. Thus, remote monitoring methods were created.

From this point on, remote control of energy also became their specialty.

The one who was the first to slack off had become the current tribe leader, and his position was even higher than that of the twenty or so priests.

As far as Char knew, the limit of the White Spirit Tribe's ability was three hundred meters, but the Moonlight Wolf followed the scent of the frozen meat and ran for a kilometre. Char quickly pulled it back.

"Seems like I've been tricked again, sob sob."

He muttered to himself.

This was the second trap.

The other party had hidden the women and children that were taken away in the morning or even earlier somewhere else, so there was no doubt that there was a trap or surveillance there. Since they could use "Mind Freeze" to control the barbarians, it was not impossible for the captives to attack the intruders for no reason. Once someone set foot there and caused a commotion, the real mastermind hiding within 300 meters of the camp could escape.

"Cunning barbarian."

Char mumbled to himself as he stroked the fur of the Moonlight Wolf. They might not know who he was, but they definitely knew about the Moonlight Wolf that belonged to Carly, so it was not surprising that they thought of this.

"Continue running towards this smell, but just observe. Don't get too close, understand?"

This command seemed too difficult for a wolf. The Moonlight Wolf stuck out its tongue in a silly manner, and its face said, "What are you talking about?"

Char thought for a moment, then took out a metal disc, shook it in front of it, and threw it out!

For some reason, the Moonlight Wolf's eyes were fixed on the disc, and its suddenly began to move.

The moment it turned around, Char raised a stick and knocked it out.

"Don't tell me he has the bloodline of a Border Shepherd. How can he be so familiar with it?"

Char mumbled to himself as he left.

...

He returned to a three-hundred-meter radius around the camp.

With such a large area, he didn't know how long it would take him to find it.

It was autumn on the grassland and the weather was dry, so he started a fire. Then, he used an air spell to blow the fire in the direction of the camp.

For a time, the flames on the grassland were rolling, and the smoke rose straight into the sky. The large area of fire was like red fluorescent water that had been poured on the ground, spreading forward.

Char was crouching in the upwind direction, staring into the fire like a hunting eagle.

Not long after, he saw two figures rushing out of the fire. Their bodies were covered in ice, and they ran with a special effect of frost. They mixed with the grass and ash on the ground, and thick smoke billowed. It was a beautiful sight.

Char quickly followed them.

Both of them had the standard looks of the White Spirit Tribe. Their blue eyes looked like they were wearing the same type of eye contact as the Night King.

The old man and the young man pursed their lips and did not say a word along the way, but their silence was different. For example, the young man had a face full of dissatisfaction and anger, while the old man looked as if he was facing a great enemy.

Just by looking at their expressions, Char could already imagine what had happened.

The battle must have come to an end. They were about to finish off Carly, but someone set the fire at this time.

The old priest made a prompt decision and decided to stop and leave. For one thing, he didn't want to be burned to death. For another, he suspected that someone had found out that they had deliberately set the fire. The young priest was probably dissatisfied with his cowardice, but he couldn't argue with the old priest, so he could only put on a long face.

After all, this kind of ordinary fire couldn't burn the two of them to death. The young man probably wasn't so cautious.

It was not uncommon for the young people of the White Spirit Tribe to be difficult to manage. After all, the chief, who had achieved success because of laziness, was only in his early thirties when he was took control of the tribe. It was normal for the young people to admire him and be proud.

Char suddenly had an idea.

He took out a formal white robe produced by Elfheim from his backpack, which was what he wore when he met all kinds of guests. Coincidentally, this kind of clothing was exactly the same as the church's Paladin's robe. Although it was slightly different, no one would pay attention to those details in the middle of the night.

After the switch, he suddenly landed in front of the two and blocked their way.

"Who's there?"

The old priest's expression changed, and cold air began to condense in his hands.

"What's wrong with you guys?"

Char asked with a frown. At the same time, a priest's "Holy Word: Silence" spell from was thrown out, and the discomfort caused by the fire and smoke immediately disappeared.

This was very similar to the church's "Dispel," and was enough to pass off as the real thing.

"Have you captured the main target?" He asked.

Before the elderly priest could answer, the young man immediately stepped forward with bright eyes. "You're a lord from the church!?

"Yama!"

The old man sternly stopped him.

Yama?

White Skeleton Yama?

Char's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes scanned the young man's face a few more times.

Just this sentence provided him with a huge amount of information.

He had heard of this name before-

He would also be the vanguard in the barbarian alliance with the Holy Empire to attack Arendelle in the future, fighting against the people of Arendelle who were also experts in ice.

Just like how the invasion of Elfheim a significant change to the setting, the Holy Empire would also extend its claws to the ice city in the middle and later stages of the game. By then, "White Skeleton Yama" would also become a nightmare for the people of Arendelle.

If this young man in front of me is Yama ...

This old man beside him might be the strict grandfather Chaxike from Yama's background description. By the time he set foot on the grasslands, this old man had already passed away.

Thinking of this, Char's heart became more at ease, and he put on a more serious face.

"Chaxike, what, you even suspect me?" He said sternly.

Chaxike was stunned by his sudden shout.

He was startled.

How did he know my name?

Even if Chaxike was experienced and shrewd, he was still a little dumbfounded.

He had always existed as a 'Shadow Warrior' in the White Spirit Tribe. Not many people knew about him over the years. Except for Yama, who had brought him up, the rest were all high-ranking people.

"I'm from Elfheim."

Char said in a low voice, and with a flip of his hand, a badge appeared in his palm.

Seeing this thing, Chaxike was shocked.

"Y-you're from the Holy See?"