Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 252 My name is Yarogana
Both elk and reindeer are deer, but just as polar bears and brown bears are both bears, they cannot be equated.

Elk are much larger than reindeer and are very gentle, belonging to the docile type among deer. To some extent, comparing them to roe deer is not wrong.

With their large physique and thick fur, they can withstand temperatures as low as minus twenty or thirty degrees Celsius, even while consuming large amounts of food. After being awakened by the white deer, they will continue to move forward on their own, even without Yaro's prompting. When they are tired or hungry, they will stop on their own or bark at the carriage to remind Yaro to come out and feed them.

The frigid temperatures and long journeys consume a lot of energy, and eating dry grass by the roadside is not enough to replenish it.

At the back of the carriage, there was a large amount of yellow powder, which was the food that Bud had prepared for the reindeer.

Don't underestimate these seemingly insignificant powders; they are actually a carefully formulated feed for horned horses, made from eggs, bone meal, whole wheat flour, and refined grains, through multiple processes and strict proportions.

This diet is also suitable for elk, which are also large herbivores, except that they need to occasionally eat some snow water from the roadside to replenish their water supply for digestion.

……

The earth is covered in white snow, amidst the swirling snowflakes.

Two majestic stags trampled through the thin ice, dragging a dilapidated carriage, panting heavily, and broke free from the swirling snowflakes, emerging from the curtain of goose-feather snow.

In the towering watchtower, the soldier quickly woke up the old captain who was fast asleep beside him:
"Boss, look! A deer-drawn cart is coming!"

The thinly dressed old captain stood up, glanced at the soldier, his expression changed slightly, then he slapped the soldier hard on the head and scolded him angrily:
"Why did the Viscount summon us? It was to issue a warning upon seeing a column of troops! Not to watch the passing deer-drawn carts!"

The curtain on the deer cart was slightly parted, revealing half of a face. It glanced at the captain bowing and scraping on the watchtower with some confusion, as if wondering why his attitude was so strange. But seeing that they had no intention of stopping it, it ignored him and urged the deer to continue forward.

After the carriage left, the soldier, still greedily watching the two giant deer disappear into the distance, wiped his mouth and asked unwillingly:
"Boss, why don't you keep him? There are two of us, and there seems to be only a child inside. If we keep him, we will not only have venison to eat, but we will also get two pieces of deerskin, and we won't have to endure the cold."

The old captain, looking annoyed, picked up a piece of black bread that could be used as a weapon and shoved it into the soldier's mouth, saying in a low, impatient voice:
“Anyone who would travel in this weather is either a poor person struggling to make ends meet. Look at that car, do you think those free people who can’t afford to eat can own it?”

The soldier chewed hard, cold black bread fiercely and answered without hesitation, "No!"

Even an old horse-drawn carriage is not something that free people of that level can own.

The old captain looked in the direction the deer-drawn carriage had gone and whispered warily, "So, the only ones who can have such a carriage, especially at this time of year, are either truly skilled mercenaries, or... something strange!"

—In a world where true supernatural powers exist, accompanied by extreme weather, many strange creatures also appear.

Just by looking at the old captain's expression, one could guess that he must have encountered something in the past.

……

Inside the comfortable deer-drawn carriage, Yarrow murmured in surprise, "How could it have gone so smoothly?"

It's somewhat understandable that there are no people at the border checkpoints.

The small number of personal guards was insufficient to defend such a large territory. In the face of extremely harsh weather conditions, consolidating the defensive forces and focusing on guarding the core towns was a viable strategy.

In any case, all the crops in the territory had been harvested, and it was snowing heavily. The serfs couldn't run away under these circumstances, and it was rare for anyone to launch an undeclared attack during such a snowstorm.

Moreover, it wasn't entirely unprepared; many scattered locations still had watchtowers as a means of surveillance. But the question is, why did the soldiers in the watchtowers react so strangely when they saw the deer cart?
Yaro didn't get out of the car or show his face because he didn't want to reveal his whereabouts.

He even considered that if the soldiers dared to obstruct him or even order him to get off the vehicle, he would not hold back and would use the opportunity to practice his newly modified sword techniques to kill them all.

But to my surprise... the watchtower we encountered had such an attitude?

As the watchtower gradually disappeared into the snowstorm, Yaro slowly sheathed his cross-shaped sword.

"Regardless of their intentions, it's good that they didn't obstruct us. Let's hurry and get through the Viscount's territory as quickly as possible to reach the location marked by Edmund!"

In Claire's study, Yarrow discovered that the location marked by Edmund was at the rear of Viscount Corey's territory. The map in the study was marked as a primeval forest, showing a blank area that did not belong to any lord.

"Since the journey is going so smoothly, perhaps I can reach that location before dark?"

Based on this timeframe, if they arrive before dark, Yaro could rest nearby for the night, scout out any potential traps, and then go in the next morning to sell materials and purchase potions.

At this rate, we should be able to get back to Perrin Castle before nightfall tomorrow!

Yaro glanced at the few lone wolves he could vaguely see behind him and prayed silently, "I hope... everything will go as I wish."

……

I don't know whether to call it Murphy's Law or just that you really shouldn't go out in this kind of weather.

As the axle whirred, the number of giant white wolves behind them increased, and the two strong elk gradually panicked. They couldn't escape the wolf pack on the plains, let alone with bridles on their bodies, so there was no chance of escape.

"Quiet!"

Yaro stepped out of the comfortable carriage, stood at the front, and stared intently at the dozen or so tall, snow-white giant wolves behind him.

"Even a single white wolf is about the size of a deer. Why would there be so many wolves of this size gathered together?"

The larger the size, the more food they need each day. For such a large number of giant wolves, the amount of meat they need each day would be an enormous figure. Where can they find so much food to feed them?

Although the situation was somewhat strange, the giant white wolves had already appeared and were gradually approaching, so Yaro could only suppress his desire to investigate further, order the deer-drawn carriage to stop, and stepped down from the carriage with his sword.

"Perfect timing to test my newly compiled sword techniques on you guys!"

Wearing heavy armor, Yaro had no reason to fear these mortals.

Just as he was about to make his move, a loud shout suddenly approached from mid-air: "I, Arrogana, have come to save you!"

"?"

Yaro slipped and almost fell.

What?
Did I hear wrongly?
(End of this chapter)