The Shadow of the Crown of Snow [Western Fantasy]

Ever since he came to Frost-covered City, Hecate had been forced into the habit of staying in bed.Every night before going to bed, the servants in the castle lighted a fire in her room according to Selene's instructions. The blanket on the bed was thin and light, but it was soft and warm when wrapped around her body - it was made of snow wolf. Made of fluff.

The rich experience of the Northlanders in fighting the cold allowed Hecate to sleep at night, but when she woke up, she lost the courage to get out of the blanket.

The fire in the fireplace has been extinguished, and the sky is slightly bright outside the window, but the sun has not yet come in.Hecate was wearing a blanket, and got up tremblingly to get the clothes on the table. The coat was also lined with snow wolf fleece, which was made of the same material as the blanket, to keep his body slightly warmer.

Gritting her teeth, she tore the blanket off her body and threw it on the bed.

When she came to the restaurant with cold and stiff hands, Selene was flipping through the battle report in one hand and holding black tea in the other, telling Hecate casually that Nagrand's advance cavalry had crossed the border and was trying to break through the Nord border The defense line composed of the Wind Blade Corps.

The Cavalry Legion has always been the elite of the Nagrand Empire. Since Hussein took power, it has changed from a shield for defending the country to a sharp sword for invading other countries, allowing Nagrand to annex many small countries around it.However, the fighting power of the Nord Kingdom is not comparable to that of those countries. Nagrand's Windblade Legion, which has been fighting the half-orcs all year round, is not so easy to break through. The war should fall into a stalemate for a period of time.

Selene would hardly discuss Nord's internal affairs with Hecate, and Hecate also knew that even if Selene said it, he would not understand it and never asked.As for the matters on the battlefield, whether Hecate could understand or not, Selene would explain every detail to her in detail.

"I told you before you came that you don't know how to command an army, and this is not an ability that can be learned in a short period of time."

Knowing that Selene was telling the truth, Hecate still twisted his body uncomfortably, holding the handle of the knife habitually.Selene cast her eyes on her fingers that were unconsciously exerting force until the knuckles were white, and stroked her hair soothingly.

"Even if you can learn it, it won't be of much use. With your character, it is impossible to quickly gain everyone's trust. Even in the face of the northerners who advocate force, you will find it difficult to convince them. Selene drank the last sip of black tea, put down the cup to see Hecate's expression, and laughed, "Are you angry?"

Once you get used to such straightforward moodiness, you will find Hecate to be quite easy to get along with.

But I have to admit that she is more like an animal than a human.

"All in all, as I said before." Selene took a piece of bread from the large plate on the table and put it on Hecate's plate, "Currently you will not be a commander and general on the battlefield, at best a Assault captain, it is reasonable to say that you do not have the ability to turn the tide of the battle, Raymond and I used to think so, but your performance these days makes us feel that you can become a vital pawn on the chessboard."

A few days ago, Selene took time out of her busy schedule to watch Hecate's training process in person.

Rather than saying it was training, it was better to say it was a test of Hecate's strength.

Scimitars like the crescent blade are rare in Nord. The tall northern warriors prefer weapons that can give full play to their advantages. The most common one is the axe, and the Nord big sword is much thicker than ordinary swords. A sword, no matter what kind it is, is more suitable for a one-on-one frontal battle than a crescent blade.

In the minds of northerners, scimitars and daggers are weapons only used by thieves and assassins.The advantage lies in agility and ease of concealment, and it is not suitable for exerting the strength of the warrior itself.

In the past few days, Hecate has used the Crescent Blade in his hand, which is "not suitable for exerting strength", to defeat many outstanding northern warriors in head-to-head battles.

"Although it's not the first time I've seen her strength, I'm still amazed."

"It's really amazing. But... where did she learn it from?" Raymond stroked his beard, "It can be seen that this is obviously not Nagrand's fighting style, but it is a bit like Nord's, but There are quite a few differences from today's Nord martial arts, if you don't observe carefully, it is easy to distinguish."

"No wonder." Selene watched as Hecate rolled on the spot to avoid the opponent's axe, and dexterously propped up her body with the crescent blade, "I always feel that she is fighting by instinct, but There's a lot of skill involved."

"Your Majesty, I was thinking that Yoda City is the imperial capital of Nagrand after all, and Hussein is a suspicious and cautious person. The entire imperial city is heavily guarded. Escaping from the palace is not something His Royal Highness Hecate can do on his own."

"You mean, someone is assisting her?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. No matter how he came into contact with Her Majesty Hecate and why he helped her, there must be people who are familiar with northern martial arts and at least about my age are assisting Her Majesty Hecate, from teaching her to fight to helping her." She ran away, and it went on for a long time."

After many battles in a row, Hecate's physical strength didn't seem to be consumed at all, and every movement was in place, leaving no chance for the opponent to breathe.

Raymond cleared his throat after another opponent was knocked out of the weapon by the back of the knife.

"Teacher?" Selene watched in surprise as Raymond took off his coat and walked towards the ring, picking up an ordinary sword from the ground.

"Your Highness Hecate, please treat me as your opponent from now on."

Selene knew that Raymond had rich combat experience, but after all, he hadn't participated in actual combat for many years, and his physical condition was no better than when he was younger, so he would never be Hecate's opponent.But this battle is not for defeating Hecate, but for testing.

Raymond's movements tended to be steady and steady, not leaving any openings for Hecate, nor giving her the opportunity to directly wrestle directly. Hecate soon became a little impatient, frowned and raised the crescent blade a little.Raymond thought that she had finally lost her footing and was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but found that Hecate just took a breath and swung the crescent blade down forcefully.

The well-made royal saber was cut off by the crescent blade. Raymond picked up the broken blade and looked at it. The cut was very neat.

"From the process of fighting His Royal Highness Hecate just now, I can confirm two points. First, this is not something that can be done with strength alone. The crescent blade is not an ordinary scimitar; second, there must be someone who has been Assisting her secretly. Although there are many other doubts, these two points are beyond doubt."

"There are indeed many doubts, such as..."

For example, if Hecate had a teacher who taught her fighting and gave her gifts, then she shouldn't be so unsophisticated.

For example, if the fighting talent is an instinct inherited in the blood, then where does this tireless body and tyrannical strength beyond common sense come from?

"Eat quickly, I have something to tell you later."

Hecate pinched the bread in his hand and complained with his mouth curled up: "The bread here is so hard."

"I can't help it, because the weather is too cold, and I can't make soft bread like the one in the south of Nagrand." Selene said while pouring a cup of hot black tea for Hecate, "Otherwise, I will ask them to give you bread in the future." Preparing donuts? Donuts are fried, less affected by that."

"No need." Hecate lowered his head and took a big bite of the bread, then poured all the black tea in the cup into his mouth in one breath.Selene poured her another glass.

After Hecate finished eating the bread and fried eggs and wiped his mouth contentedly, Selene called a servant beside her and asked her to send all the documents to the study. a wooden box.

"I made it for you after measuring your size that day."

Inside the wooden box is a set of silver-white armor.Different from the standard armor in the army, it carefully considered Hecate's combat characteristics, tried not to hinder her movements, but only protected her vital points, so that she would be free from other worries on the battlefield.

Hecate happily picked up the scattered armor parts in the wooden box, and saw the familiar thing attached to the inside, a layer of uniform and soft snow wolf down.

"Well, I think I'd better ask you, would you like to go to the battlefield?"

Hecate squatted next to the wooden box on the ground, looked at the armor, and then raised his head to look at Selene. The childlike excitement on his face quickly disappeared, and he replied in the calm tone he had when he first met Selene: " I don't know what use I could be made for."

"Hecate, here you are the royal family of Nord, you have countless innate privileges, and I am the same. But even I will not receive any preferential treatment on the battlefield, and can only contribute to my command ability And combat ability, and force is the only weapon you have at the moment." Selene put her hands on her shoulders, "Using weapons to win, I believe you are good at it."

Selene regretted playing Joshua and Hecate in the previous training.

In the countless battles in the past few days, Hecate has only lost once, and it was lost to the mediocre Joshua.Anyone with a discerning eye can see that it was not Joshua who really defeated Hecate, but Hecate's abnormal performance.

Selene naturally wanted to investigate, but no matter how persuasive she was, no matter how much Hecate confided in her, he still didn't reveal the reason for this matter.

Joshua's green eyes, exactly the same as Hussein's, have appeared in Hecate's nightmares countless times.