As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

The silver-haired girl rubbed her head blankly, then suddenly realized and lowered her head in shame: "Sorry."

"It's okay. I shouldn't have offended the teacher."

Roy was a little puzzled. He had been holding her tightly just now, so why was she suddenly startled?

However, I really shouldn't have touched the girl without saying anything.

Even if he is a mentor, no, precisely because he is a mentor, he should not be so offensive.

"No, it's not offensive..."

As Jon Snow spoke, he walked over again, stretched out his soft hand, and gently rubbed Roy's head.

The defenseless body almost fell into Roy's arms, and a cold fragrance wafted over, making the young man a little at a loss.

With my body temperature, there shouldn't be snow falling on my head...

"Okay, it's time for us to go back." After everything was done, Jon Snow said with satisfaction.

However, after turning around and watching the young man leave, Jon Snow covered his chest and stopped where he was.

Just now, when I was close to him, my chest felt really warm.

No, not just now.

I don't know when it started, but I have been longing to be warmed by him.

That is not warmth in the real sense, but spiritual comfort.

The girl's cheeks were covered with heat, which even the falling snowflakes could not dispel.

She finally became convinced that as a mentor, she did have improper thoughts about her beloved disciple.

Not to mention that Roy already has a partner, there shouldn't be such impure feelings between a master and a disciple...

"Teacher Snow?" Roy turned around, keenly aware of something going on: "Are you feeling unwell?"

"!"

"No, no...Okay, go back quickly."

Jon Snow lowered his eyes and hurriedly followed his footsteps as if nothing had happened, but he felt more and more distressed in his heart.

A mentor should not have any improper expectations of his apprentice.

But he is really warm.

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Biting cold.

Winter had a serious face and walked quickly through the corridor. The uncontrolled aura on his body made everything cold.

The group of inland nobles following behind him were shivering with cold, but they had to put on a smile.

"Your Highness, there's no need to worry. The Marquis's son may not have so many powerful forces supporting him. I'm afraid he's just bluffing!"

"That's right, the woman from the Andrews family is ungrateful. She'll regret it later!"

"Your Highness, you, you must be strong..."

"roll."

The silver-haired prince turned around, his eyes almost filled with murderous intent.

Seeing this, the nobles no longer dared to say anything and left in embarrassment.

Returning to his room alone, Winter took a deep breath.

Then he suddenly dropped the priceless diamond that he was holding tightly in his hand to the ground and roared loudly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

There was no trace of elegance on Winter's face anymore. The violent cold wave froze everything in the room in an instant, and even a crack appeared on the wall.

After the rage, there came a surge of powerlessness and anxiety.

Winter slumped on the sofa, covering his face and sighing.

Why would he lose to the son of a marquis from another country? Why did he have so many powerful forces supporting him?!

I was really too careless. I'm afraid that in an unknown place, the flower that I always thought was a treasure in my hand had already been taken away by him...

No, now is not the time to indulge in women!

What’s even more terrible is that with the support of so many forces, the border forces represented by the Andves family will be completely out of the control of the royal family!

At this moment, a sneer came from the void.

"Your Highness, it seems you've run into some trouble."

Winter stared coldly at the old man in the pale robe and said coldly: "Get lost."

High Priest Thrall floated in the air and shrugged slightly: "Okay."

"It's understandable that you're feeling down after a romantic loss. However, I must remind Your Highness that the plan remains as planned..."

After hearing this, Winter could no longer sit still.

"Same old as before? Are you kidding me?!"

"I wanted to cooperate with your plan before because my royal family could take over the border! But now the situation has changed, and the plan is cancelled!"

When Sal heard this, his smile remained unchanged.

"We originally agreed that we would frame the Andersen family for you, creating a pretext for war. By starting a war, you would disrupt the Menopause Defense Line and create opportunities for our actions. A win-win for all three parties, how wonderful is that?"

"The possibility of not winning the battle at the border is your empire's own problem. What does it have to do with us, the School of Necromancy?"

"you......!"

Winter was furious, he stood up and grabbed Sal's neck, pressing him against the wall, and the cold air exploded.

"Cancel the plan! Otherwise..."

"What else? Kill me?"

Despite being frost-bitten, Thrall's face showed no sign of pain as he said calmly, "Followers of the God of Death are not afraid of worldly threats."

"Well, even if you kill me, my men will still take action."

"Not to mention the unkind general outside the defense line."

Winter froze completely.

The original plan was to propose forcefully and put pressure on the border.

The Duke's daughter publicly rejected the prince's sincere courtship and political marriage. Coincidentally, at this time, demons and cultists appeared in her castle again.

Disgusting!

The daughter of the Border Duke actually colluded with demons and evil cults, intending to rebel!

At that time, the imperial army, which has been waiting for a long time, will have a legitimate reason to attack and take the lead in catching the enemy off guard.

However, all of this is based on the one-sided confrontation between the Border and the Empire.

Roy's presence completely disrupted their plans.

Winter also knew that those forces could not be completely driven by a young man, but even if only one or two forces intervened, even if there was only a 10% or 20% chance, he did not dare to gamble!

Thinking of this, Winter broke out in a cold sweat. "No, this is a serious matter. I, I have to ask Mother..."

Chapter 99 Who told you it was one-on-one?

The fate of the empire depends on his own thoughts, which hurts Winter's remaining conscience.

What's more, this plan was originally proposed by the empress, and he didn't dare to make the decision alone.

"Power over the world, the knees of a beautiful woman, these sound great, but if you don't dare to gamble and fight, how can you make them come true?" Sal saw through his hesitation and hit the nail on the head with one sentence.

"But……"

"I know you're worried about Roy Ironblad. But what if I can help you kill him?" Sal continued to persuade step by step.

"No matter what forces are behind him, what can a mere dead man do? If we take action, Your Highness can even use this to frame the border forces. Wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone?"

Winter then remembered that the cultists had an extraordinary obsession with Roy, making them perfect as his white gloves.

Give it a try and kill two birds with one stone.

Suppressing his impulse, Winter had doubts: "Barnes and the others failed. Are you sure you can kill him?"

"If I weren't sure, would I suggest this?" The cult priest was extremely confident, as if Roy was already dead.

Winter's confusion gradually disappeared, and the corners of his lips trembled and raised.

Yes, take a gamble, take a gamble!

The throne, the empire, Jon Snow, all of them will be his if he wins!

Under such huge ambitions, the remaining conscience has long been insignificant.

Winter nodded solemnly: "Okay."

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Tonight, the lights in Snowwind Castle are on and colorful flags are flying.

Entertainment was scarce in the borderlands, and the Winter Festival was a rare occasion for celebration. The city was filled with laughter and the aroma of wine and meat, but this was naturally a torment for the soldiers, who could only guard the city gates in the cold night.

Of course, the well-trained imperial soldiers would never let their guard down and would always be alert to any movements on the ice field outside the city.

But they never imagined that the real threat was not outside the city.

"stop……?!"

At each city gate, several necromancers in pale robes appeared. In the blink of an eye, they summoned hundreds of skeletons and corpses to suppress the guards at the city gate.

No matter how brave and skilled the soldiers were, they could not withstand the overwhelming human wave tactics. Only a few soldiers escaped and rushed into the city at full speed.

"Go call for backup! Wait, that's the Royal Guards?!"

"We are saved...?!"

The soldiers who had finally escaped from danger were surprised to find that their fellow imperial compatriots and royal guards would attack them without any explanation.

The bright lights were gradually obscured by flames, and the enthusiastic laughter was swallowed by the cries. The streets, bustling and cheerful one moment, were transformed into a living hell the next by the tide of skeletons and decaying corpses.

On the city wall, looking at the gradually falling Snowwind Castle, High Priest Thrall's expression was calm.

Mortal life is worthless, and silence is the eternal destination.

Faced with the gift of death, they should accept death quietly and be grateful.

Just like me, a believer in the god of death.

At the city gate, after summoning the undead soldiers, these cultists did not hesitate to cut their own necks with bone knives engraved with gray runes.

Dirty blood, wrapped in pale light, the undead believers sacrificed themselves to outline a summoning circle on the snow that was far beyond their own capabilities.

At the same time, in the ice field of the demon world, the undead army, which had been waiting for a long time and standing like ice sculptures, finally took its first step.

Atop a corpse horse wrapped in pale flames, a tall and terrifying undead general wearing heavy armor looked up at the towering [Desperate Line] in the distance for the last time and smiled contemptuously.

"Lowly human, prepare to remember the horror of being dominated by us."

The general raised his sword, and the mighty army marched through the wind and snow, through the magic circle, and after hundreds of years, they once again set foot on the territory of the human race.

The demons are eager to cross the defense line and invade the human world, while the [School of the Undead] is eager to create wars and sacrifice a large number of dead bodies and souls to strengthen the power of the god of death and strengthen itself.

The two have a deep connection and can cooperate for a common goal.

However, after confirming that the magic circle was successful, Thrall no longer cared about the plan and turned away.

Whether it's the Empire or the Demons, they are just pawns of the God of Death. Who cares whether they can succeed?

From the moment the blood of the false king arrived here, these trivial matters became insignificant!

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Roy had just begun to feel sleepy when he was awakened by a commotion.

When I looked up, I saw the night sky dyed red by flames.

Roy thought that the Imperials were celebrating the festival in such a big way, but he soon saw that a large number of soldiers had gathered outside the lord's mansion and immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.