Looking through the whole letter, the clever ghost felt a chill behind it.

A demon king who can open the gates of hell and let the troops come and go freely?

Undoubtedly, this is extremely important information - in fact, he was puzzled by the unscathed fall of the snow castle, but in addition to being able to confirm that the devil invaded the city from the north, the other spies heard the words were simply varied.The civilians who had apparently seen the devil come to be killed in the invasion.

Now he has finally confirmed it.

However, what shocked him even more was that the devil's emperor was familiar with the rules of mankind, not only to deal with the nobles, but also to become the actual master of the eternal winter in a short period of time, and the current mobilization of the people in various territories was basically due to its instructions.And the other side's promise of the benefits are also quite rich, not by the gray castle people can give.

In addition, the account of the conscription of the people in the letter is also very valuable, although it cannot be equated with the distribution of the devil's power, but at least it can be analyzed where they went in general.

To be sure, the man who wrote this letter was by no means a man, a businessman, and from a point of view, he must be at the top of the eternal winter.

The content of a whole piece of paper is clear and clear, neither need to be transcribed, and it is difficult to simplify, as long as it is sent in a complete way is a key intelligence, in terms of priority, it undoubtedly belongs to the highest file.

The problem was that the merchant's team used to transmit information had left the snowy castle yesterday—in order to try to keep it as unnoticed as possible, the black money had only one man in the caravan, or the position of the chauffeur, which was almost impossible to make the team turn back, and it would be a week after the next caravan.

If you add the time to walk and stop on the road, the delivery time will only pull longer.

The clever ghost hesitated for a long time, and finally stood up and put all the other paper on the table into the cabinet, leaving the letter.

Next is the waterproof sealing wax treatment.

After all this, he blew out the oil lamp, put the paper close to the paper, and went back to the first floor, and stroked the silent person more than a gesture.

“I’m going to go out of town in person.If there is an accident here, fire oil downstairs.”

Just as the clever ghost turned to go out, the silent man reached out and grabbed him, shook his head in disobedgingly, and then pointed to himself.

Leave him the dangerous thing to do to himself.

The clever man laughed, "Just send a letter, you can come back in two or three days at most."You can't talk, you don't know where to take it, you can't help me."

It was just that there were no such complicated words in sign language, so he simply made a gesture: "This is an order."

He took his hand and let go.

The clever ghost patted each other on the chest, and left the house without turning his head.

Since the master asked him to do his best to assist the Grey Fort, it is the first priority to send this letter as soon as possible, after all, according to the Grayshu people, the information is timely, and the later some news is delayed.

To this end, they also set up an emergency contact point in a village more than a dozen miles away from the city, equipped with incredible animal messengers, who can send news here to the morning in just a few days.

The village was his target.

There is a real risk of getting out of the snow, but it is still within control.In fact, every day, people escape the North through various means, and even leave the eternal winter - although the red mist and blood-like red moon on the top of the head have not had a substantial impact on people's lives, the propaganda of the gray castle and the rumors of the devil have gradually fermented, no matter how the lords stop it, they cannot completely dispel the fear of this terrible foreign race.

The fugitives were undoubtedly his best cover.

The clever ghost knows that as long as you act alone, the possibility of being targeted by the flying devil is not high, and the guards on the main road are better to send - the golden dragon is finally the norm in the human world.

The facts are not much different from what he expected.

When the sky was bright in the morning, the clever spirit passed the southern gate of the snow-screen, and in order to enjoy the few golden dragons in his pocket, the guards did not even alarm the others, and quietly opened the door on the inside of the wall.

Once the ice is crossed, the next path is no longer obstructed.

Whenever a dark shadow appeared in the sky, he would quickly burrow into the snow, and the white coat became a natural cover color, and the footprints were not seen in the high air and the beast stepped out without much difference.

By the end of the afternoon, he could see the smoke rising in the village.

Wipe the white frost on the nose, the clever ghost can not help but speed up the pace.

As with the city's letter-taking, he did not need to dock with the Greys, only to put the information in the agreed place and leave a code.

But then came the sound of horseshoes behind them.

The clever ghost couldn't help but stand, he looked back, his heart sank slightly, hell, how could there be a trooper in the snow castle here?

Gray Fort people chose this village precisely because it is in a remote location, sneaking into one or two foreigners is also difficult to detect, the usual nobles to block refugees will choose near the road, there is no reason to run here.

The distance between the two quickly narrowed, and apparently the other party also saw his figure, and it was unlikely to hide again.

The clever ghost stopped and piled up a flattering smile to the people - the other two rides, as long as the golden dragon was given enough, it should not be too difficult for him.

The cavalry stopped the horses in front of him and looked down at him, "Brother, I knew that these fugitives would take some remote road, and we found one."

"Oh, good luck."

Is it a patrol that catches the fugitives?

“My Lord, please give me a life!”The clever ghost pretended to be extremely afraid, fell on his knees in the snow, and held up his money bag with his hands to reveal the eye-catching golden dragon, "I really don't want to stay in a place with those devils who come from hell, they are monsters that eat people without blinking!"I am willing to put all my savings on, please let me go.”

"Oh?"You have a lot of savings.”The cavalry leaned over the purse and smiled in his tone.

"Now it's all yours... Yes, yes, I have relatives in Wolf Heart, and as long as you don't take me back, I will find a chance to repay you later!"

“Get up.”

The clever ghost secretly relaxed his tone, in general, to this point is basically even through.The refugees who can save the golden dragon are definitely a minority, and even the “relatives of neighboring countries” will add a lot of credibility – if there is no benefit to killing people, they do not want to have more trouble.After all, letting go of one or two fugitives has no loss for them, and there is no need to repay them in the future.

But the other side did not wave his hand to let him go, but set off his own face, "look at me."

There was a striking scar on his cheek, as if he had been gnawed by some beast, and the whole ear was gone, and even half of his eyes became deformed and twisted.

And the roll of the skin shows that the injury has apparently just healed.

“Adult, this is...”

“Injured by the firearms of the Grey Fort.”The cavalry slowly said, "At that time, everyone thought I was not saved, but I still survived."To this day, I can still feel the scorching pain on my face, which reminds me of who caused all this—”

By the end, his voice was completely cold.

There was a strong feeling of bad in the spirit of the spirit.

But before he could be separated, another person who claimed to be his brother had raised his hand and whipped the horse hard on his face.

I just felt black in front of me, and the clever ghost covered his face and fell down.

“That’s right, it’s you!If it weren’t for your goddamn fugitives, why should I go and fight the Greys!What God’s war, what the fate of mankind, is shit!”When it comes to this, the other person's voice is close to hissing, "Don't worry, I will not take you back, I will not kill you here - the only thing I want to do is to let you taste my pain!" 」

Then he pulled up the reins and stepped on the legs of the clever man.

“Cry—”

An indescribable pain immediately poured into the brain of the clever, and he cried out subconsciously.

Then the second leg.

Until the bloodstained in the snow, his legs became a vague piece of flesh and mud, and the pursuer let the mount stop and trample.

"Don't worry, you're not the first, and you won't be the last."The knight laughed, "Now... you can run away."

The squirrel did not notice when the two men had left.

He bit his lips so that the scattered consciousness could barely concentrate.

The lower body was completely unconscious, and the snow and ice were taking away the temperature in his body a little bit.

He touched the clothes on his chest, and the letter was still in its original place—and it seemed to them that he was just as different from the dead.

Unexpectedly, there was no resentment in his mind, nor was he strongly unwilling, and under the staggered torture of tingling and cold, thinking was a very difficult thing, and the only remaining thoughts remained, only the intelligence in his arms.

The clever ghost used his last strength to move toward the agreed place.

As he climbed to the top of a hillway overlooking the village, night was covering the earth a little.The light of the village was as close as if it were as far away as the stars.

He did not put the letter in the hiding place, because he himself was the last container of intelligence.

When the darkness was about to swallow everything, the face of the master Barich Losa appeared in front of the wise ghost.

He closed his eyes and whispered.

“Father...”