Lord of the North: Save the elf girl at the beginning

At midnight, everything is silent.

This is a village in the north. The nights in the North are long and cold. After a day's work, the villagers are accustomed to going to the tavern to have a few drinks and rely on the burning heat of the strong liquor to dispel the chill.

Although it is already midnight, the business in the tavern is pretty good.

The cold wind was raging outside, and the fire was swaying inside. The overflowing aroma of spirits and barbecue added a touch of warmth to this cold snowstorm night.

"The snow seems to be getting lighter? Alas, how long will these days continue?"

Looking at the slightly declining blizzard outside the window, Crane said to himself, and drank a few more sips of strong wine.

Alas, just two days ago, he was a social worker and had just been granted annual leave.

The holidays have passed, and Crane planned to avoid the crowds and travel during peak hours, but unexpectedly he encountered a car accident and rolled down a mountain stream.

When he opened his eyes again, he was rescued from the glacier by a group of fishermen.

However, he soon discovered that this was not the earth, but a different world similar to the Western Middle Ages; and his identity here was a down-and-out northern baron: Kyle Crane.

What is different from what people think of the Middle Ages is that humans in this world are not alone: ​​elves, dwarves, orcs, sirens, dragons... countless races live and multiply on this continent.

Moreover, there is magic in this land.

For humans, it is an existence completely monopolized by the nobles, and it is also an insurmountable gap between the common people and the nobles.

I have never heard of any descendants of peasants being able to resonate with magic power - except for the illegitimate children born to some nobles who were looking for flowers and flowers.

In short, the purer the bloodline, the more powerful the magic power will be when awakening, and the smoother the subsequent cultivation and advancement will naturally be.

However, Kyle Crane, who was born into a noble family, had an embarrassing surprise: he was a Muggle.

Victor Crane, his father, was once the pride of the family. He broke through to the seventh-level warlock before he was thirty years old.

However, Victor disappeared due to an accident and disappeared completely shortly after reappearing, leaving only the newborn Crane.

Kelan’s mother is still a mystery.

Some people say she is a devil? A princess? Or is she just an ordinary village girl?

Oh, as for the truth, who knows?

What’s surprising is that he didn’t know whether he relied on the shadow of his father’s generation or the last trace of mercy his family had for him.

Even Kelan, an illegitimate child, actually inherited a barren northern town.

It’s just that from then on, he was unable to return south for the rest of his life, and he would not rest until his death.

But what is the northern border?

A bitter cold place, a desolate place. In addition to the endless ice fields here, there are only howling blizzards and legendary terrifying demons.

According to those with high EQ, he went to the north to become a lord; but with those with low EQ, this was tantamount to a death sentence - just in the form of exile.

However, even so, Kelan was secretly poisoned by his own clan: the chronic poison for ten people was enough for him to die quietly in exile.

And this is exactly what happened. After the poison attack, Crane accidentally fell into the glacier, and the social animal Crane also crossed over at the same time, and was rescued by fishermen.

Under the dim light in the corner of the tavern, Crane’s reflection in the wine glass is particularly clear:

The three-dimensional and deep face, with a messy black hair, adds an unruly charm; although the angular cheeks are slightly haggard, they can't hide the handsomeness hidden under the melancholy.

It was originally supposed to be a wooden cup, but AI generated it as a glass hahaha

Looking at the reflection in the cup, the face was exactly the same as his own, and Crane couldn't help but sigh:

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"Oh, you are really miserable. Brother, I toast you with this glass. After all, you have allowed me to live a second time."

He raised the glass to his reflection, and then drank it down.

Although the future may not be beautiful, living is hope.

Unlike the drinkers sitting in groups, Crane chose a table near the corner. It is relatively quiet here, and the window seat can also have a panoramic view of the snowy scenery outside the window.

It’s funny to say that, as a lord, the Blackstone Castle where he lives is large, but empty and dilapidated.

There was no decent furniture there except for a bed. In addition, he was the only one in the castle empty, and the drafty room became extremely cold at night.

Although he could barely be considered a lord, when he came to the north, he was alone, without even a follower.

Those servants and guards knew very well that the destination of this trip was the far north, not to mention that Crane was still a waste without magic power.

Once you go together, your life will be over.

As for those family members who regard him as a stain, they will not care. Anyway, he will definitely not survive, as long as he does not die in the clan.

So, Crane just came here to escape the snowstorm and drink a few glasses of strong wine to warm up.

There is no need to listen to those travelers and traders brag about their past experiences - although most of them are quite interesting.

"It's time to go back."

Seeing that the wine bottle was about to reach the bottom, Crane finally poured himself half a glass.

Just when he was about to drink, he found that a layer of white frost had appeared on the inner wall of the wine glass, and the wine in the glass seemed to have solidified.

When he came to his senses, the white frost quietly dissipated, and the frozen wine flowed again, as if the scene had never happened.

Maybe I just saw it wrong? But when the strong liquor entered his throat, he could indeed feel a slight chill.

It seems that this is not my illusion.

Before Crane could figure this out, the door latch of the tavern was pushed again and quickly closed, and a cloaked figure quickly walked into the house.

The other party was covered in a black cloak and wore a hood, so his face could not be seen clearly. But judging from the thin silhouette under the cloak, she must be a woman.

What is strange is that there is not even a single snowflake on her cloak.

Walking in such a fierce snowstorm, how can you not be stained by the pale snow?

Hmm, interesting.

She seemed to be deliberately avoiding the crowd, looking particularly lonely amidst the noise.

"Welcome, what can I order?"

Seeing the arrival of new customers, the proprietress of the tavern quickly put down the wine glass she was wiping.

"A glass of hot milk and another piece of bread, thank you."

The stranger's voice was clear and gentle, but also revealed a bit of coldness.

The hood hid her appearance, and she never took it off, which was out of tune with the jubilant crowd in this tavern.

Soon, a cup of hot milk and some bread were served.

But just as the waiter was about to deliver the meal, the tray containing bread and hot milk was suddenly gently lifted up by some force, and finally landed steadily in front of her.

"Magic?"

This was the first time Crane had seen magic with his own eyes since he came to this world, and he couldn't help but become interested in the identity of the stranger.

She does look hungry. Although he ate in small bites, he still ate very quickly, and the large plate of bread quickly disappeared from the plate.

However, a burst of rapid horse hooves suddenly came from the window, approaching from far away, accompanied by the harsh sound of metal scraping.

Perhaps it is some night caravan. On such a cold snowy night, it is normal to come here to avoid the wind and snow.

No...no, the caravan's packhorses definitely don't have this speed.

These horses are all war horses, a cavalry composed of more than a dozen war horses? It's so late, what are they doing here?

A moment later, the door latch of the tavern was kicked open again.

This time the door latch was not closed smoothly. The howling cold wind carried heavy snow and poured into the room, making the drinkers who were drinking couldn't help but shiver.

"Who the hell is it? It's freezing to death! You don't know how to close the door, you idiot?!"

A drunken drinker couldn't help but cursed behind him. Just when he was getting drunk, he was suddenly hit by the cold wind, which made him sober.

However, what answered him was only a stiff and slow step.

Crack—Crack—

The black metal boots trampled on the floor of the tavern, causing the wooden floor to emit a series of shrill wails. As the footsteps approached, the floor was instantly covered with spreading white frost.

Wherever the white frost passes, not a blade of grass will grow.

The drunkard who cursed before suddenly realized that his feet had been contaminated by hoarfrost, and it was even spreading upwards.

The sensation from his legs was slowly peeling away from his body, and then disappeared completely.

At the same time, the temperature in the tavern suddenly dropped sharply, and even the firelight of the fireplace and candlesticks dimmed a lot, and the originally bright interior was suddenly eroded by the darkness of night.

"Ahhhhhhhh I...my legs..."

At this time, the drinker was already frightened by the horrifying scene in front of him. He turned his head with difficulty and could only see a big hand covered with black armor and frost reaching out to him.

The next moment, his vision was completely frozen - the hoarfrost had spread to his forehead, completely freezing it into an ice sculpture.

The big hand covered with black armor also pressed down on the top of his head, and its five fingers suddenly exerted force.

A wisp of cracks quickly opened from the palm downwards, and soon became intertwined like a spider web.

With a heartbreaking sound of shattering, the entire human-shaped ice sculpture suddenly shattered. When the white frost shell on the outside cracked, the red-black interior also broke inch by inch.

Because the ice was completely frozen, not a trace of blood seeped out, but the harsh sound of human bones and muscles gradually shattering could be clearly heard by everyone present.

In less than a breath, the drunkard who had been cursing just now had turned into red and black pieces on the ground.

Klan, who had his back to the door, did not see the tragic scene behind him, but when the hoarfrost was about to spread to his feet, he suddenly and strangely stopped.

In other words, it disappeared.

At the same time, at the moment when this strange white frost touched him, Crane suddenly felt something strange in his mind, and a strange "tree" suddenly appeared here.

It is centered on an origin, with four main trunks radiating out in all directions, and small branches are constantly appearing.

Different branches constitute countless nodes, and there are faint words on them, but because it is too dim and not lighted up yet, Crane cannot see clearly.

However, when he saw the middle node, he could no longer remain calm:

I don’t know if he was hallucinating or it was a boring prank. There was only a short explanation on it:

【Activated Core Talent: Magic Immunity】