The human race’s bright calendar year 795, in the deep winter.

The coldest time of the year in the Kingdom of Isaac.

At this time of year, the wealthy nobles in the royal city of Singalore will ignite the magic circle of heat gathering early, and small families will burn the fire red. The streets and alleys are full of festive atmosphere, with red lanterns hanging high, and gorgeous magic fireworks will be set off at night.

After this coldest time, the New Year that people are looking forward to is here.

Many intelligent races in the Belland continent celebrate the New Year on the same day. Legend has it that the god Aselo killed the demon god on this day and liberated the creatures on the continent from the cold darkness.

In the northwest region, two thousand kilometers away from the royal city, strong winds were sweeping snowflakes, and the wind hit the face like a knife, and the cold wind wrapped in snowflakes and poured into the collar with biting cold.

In the wind and snow, Arthur wrapped his robe tightly and walked forward with difficulty in the snow.

The northwest of the Kingdom is already the remnant of the Orlando Mountains that stretch for thousands of kilometers, and the terrain has also changed from high and low mountains to an endless wasteland.

Arthur stopped and looked forward. Apart from the scattered pine, the entire earth was covered with white space.

Arthur began to miss the warm spring time in the Magic Tower. What are Moral and Gary doing now? Maybe they are already preparing for the New Year.

That day after breaking up with Arnold, Gree and others in Yingzui Village, Arthur embarked on the itinerary to head north.

According to the teaching method of Xueyao Academy, students will be sent to the five major field legions of the Kingdom for practical experience in one and a half years of the last two academic years.

His Majesty Strech's famous saying is "The battlefield is the best teacher, and those who survive are qualified graduates."

According to normal arrangements, Arthur and his group of students should be sent to the army in the new semester after the New Year. Old Harry was worried that Arthur would encounter trouble when he returned to the royal city, so he arranged for Arthur to report directly to the Legion after coming down from the Sunset Ridge.

Except for Old Harry, no one knows which army Arthur was sent to, and the barracks would be Arthur's best amulet.

Arnold was also the one who knew where to go, and even Arthur didn't know, and the two broke up under the setting sun.

"Don't go find me, you have the dark perception I left behind. One day I will come back to find you." A word left, Arnold resolutely turned around and left, and his thin figure soon disappeared between the mountains and fields.

Grie, Moral and others stayed to clean the battlefield, and didn't even have time to say goodbye one by one, let alone the sharing of the spoils that were harvested by the Jifengthie.

Arthur believed that with this guy Moral, his share would definitely not be missing.

What Arthur didn't know was that when Grimm and the others were cleaning the battlefield, they discovered that the leader of the Rapid Thieves, the Black Jackal, was gone.

Thinking of his friends, Arthur's body felt warm, so he lowered his head and continued to move forward.

The wind and snow in the sky gradually became smaller, and a large forest appeared in the distance.

After walking a few miles forward, four soldiers holding spears suddenly rushed out of the snow on both sides of the road, "Stop!"

These soldiers were all twenty-five or six years old, wearing yellow leather armor and a white hooded hooded cloak. The equipment was lying in the snow and blended into the earth. No wonder Arthur hadn't noticed them before.

Arthur's eyes swept around and soon found several soldiers lurking around him. The flashing light in the snow was clearly aimed at the tip of his arrow.

The quality and vigilance of soldiers in the border areas is simply incomparable to the defense forces in the inland areas.

Several soldiers were also looking at Arthur at the same time. The young man who had a childish face dared to run here alone, and he was very brave.

"What are you doing?" a tall soldier stepped forward and finished drinking.

Arthur smiled and took out a legion warrant, "I am a newly sent officer, come and report to Captain Huge."

The warrant is a dispatch certificate issued by Arthur with the Blood Shallow Academy first reported to the Red Rock City Corps Headquarters, and then the Corps General Staff Department issued a command to issue a legion appointment.

"Come with me, I'll take you there." The soldier just glanced but didn't answer. When he turned around, he muttered in a low voice, "Which young officer, is it that the young man from such a young officer who ran down to gilded?"

Arthur smiled disconcertedly and followed the soldiers' footsteps.

After walking five miles further, I saw a military camp outside the woods.

The walls, barracks and mail towers of the military camp are all made of local materials, and the rough bark is exposed outside. The overall scale of the military camp is not large, and it can accommodate four or five hundred people.

The soldiers led Arthur to the outside of the camp gate and handed it directly to the captain who was on duty.

The captain of the guard carefully checked Arthur's handwriting before turning around and reporting.

Not long after, the guard captain came back and returned the warrant to Arthur. "The regiment commander is drinking, you can go in directly, the three rooms in the middle of the barracks are."

"This is too direct." Although Arthur had never formally contacted the army, he had seen the first-class officer of the City Guard squadron leader pretending to behave more often. Arthur suppressed his laughter and walked in.

The regiment commander Huge's barracks were no different from other barracks in the barracks. There was no guard in front of the door. As soon as Arthur pushed the door, a burst of heat rushed out.

The charcoal fire in the copper stove in the middle of the room was burning red, and two middle-aged men in casual clothes were drinking around the stove.

The man on the left hand side has a strong figure, square face and tiger eyes, and a thick red short beard on his chin. Because the room is hot, the man is half open and reveals several long scars.

The man opposite him was thin, with thin eyebrows and long eyes, white face and beardless, and was wearing a neat robe. At this time, he pinched the wine glass with his forehand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and was already a little drunk.

"Captain Huge, Arthur reports to you." Arthur saluted at the man on his left, bowed and handed over his warrant.

"Here, if you don't know the truth, you will salute randomly." The man in the robe on his right hand cursed.

Atherton felt embarrassed and saluted again in another direction, "Captain Huge."

Huge did not take over the order, squinted his eyes and looked at Arthur up and down, "I don't care what you have to do with you or someone you offended outside. When I get here, let's do it with me!"

Arthur smiled, "Please rest assured, Captain Huge, I will do my best to not disappoint the leader."

"Fuck, don't mess with those who don't." Huge cursed rudely and handed his glass to Arthur. "Come on, drink this glass of wine and warm your body. I'll let the lieutenant take you to the Winterfell base."

Arthur drank the wine in the cup in one go.

When Arthur was about to turn around and exit, Huge inexplicably instructed again, "Boy, be smart, don't mess around with your head."

From beginning to end, Huge didn't say a cliché, and didn't even ask Arthur's name.
Chapter completed!