Despite spring arriving in the Northern Border Province, the biting wind remained bone-chilling.
Sif's hands gripped the reins tightly, her fingertips long since numb.
The warhorse beneath her panted heavily, its four hooves stumbling, and the sweat on its body quickly froze in the cold night.
Faster... a little faster...
Behind her, the burning lights of the Han Yue Tribe were the ti her brother had bought with his life.
She couldn't look back, she couldn't stop...
"Run south, and never co back!"
Siegel's roar still echoed in her mind, like a nail hamred deep into Sif's soul.
Siegel was dead, her father, mother, brothers, and sisters were all dead.
Yet she lived on, in a wretched state, like an abandoned ghost, wandering in this world without a ho.
She didn't know where she was going, only that she was constantly fleeing south.
Her food had long since run out, and Sif could only quench her thirst with river water, and barely fill her stomach with tree bark and a small amount of wild fruit.
A few days later, the warhorse finally collapsed from exhaustion, letting out a long neigh as it fell.
Sif also tumbled from the horse's back, falling heavily to the ground.
She wanted to stand up, but she couldn't even move her fingers.
Her consciousness gradually drifted, and Siegel's face appeared in her mind.
I'm sorry, brother... I can't go on...
Her vision gradually blurred, and Sif's consciousness sank into darkness.
............
A mighty Red Tide contingent was advancing northward.
The hunters were focused, and the knights vigilantly scanned their surroundings, all hoping to perform well in the hunt.
After all, this hunt was personally led by the Lord.
Louis, anwhile, was draped in a thick wolf fur cloak, swaying leisurely on his warhorse.
A series of ssy animal tracks appeared on the wasteland.
An experienced hunter imdiately crouched down to examine them, whispering, "Lord, there are traces of wild rabbits ahead, and more than one."
Louis nodded slightly, slowly drew the short bow from his waist, nocked an arrow, and narrowed his eyes, gazing ahead.
Sure enough, near a clump of withered grass not far away, a grayish-white wild rabbit cautiously poked its head out.
"Whoosh—"
The arrow shot through the air, so fast that its trajectory was almost invisible, instantly and precisely piercing the wild rabbit's neck!
The wild rabbit tumbled once, twitched twice, and then completely lost its life.
"Good shot!"
"As expected of the Lord!"
The hunters and knights imdiately applauded and cheered, flattering him profusely.
"The Lord is truly skilled in both letters and arms, even hunting is so precise!"
"Such archery, I'm afraid even the kingdom's royal hunters would feel ashad!"
"If our Northern Border Province had a hundred such archers, what would we fear from barbarian invasions?"
"Yes, yes! Truly a born warrior!"
One knight even ran to Louis with the wild rabbit in both hands, his face full of admiration: "Lord, could this wild rabbit be a descendant of the King of Beasts? Otherwise, how could it be so difficult to shoot?"
Louis's mouth twitched slightly.
These people... they really knew how to talk.
However, he didn't mind, after all, a Lord's prestige and reputation sotis had to be built up by these small "legendary deeds."
Of course, this hunt was rely a pretense to cover their tracks.
The real target was the little princess who was about to be devoured by the Frost White Bear.
Using hunting as an excuse to go north and find soone was just Louis's way of not wanting people to know that he possessed a prophetic ability.
Of course, Louis also knew that so smart people around him had already begun to notice the anomaly.
They were not foolish; they had long since realized that their Lord was "too lucky."
From the south to the Northern Border Province, he could accurately foresee all kinds of crises and opportunities.
If one were to say this was just a coincidence, no one would believe it.
But in this fantasy world setting, even if Louis directly told them that he had a "Daily Intelligence System."
They wouldn't understand what these six words represented, after all, there were no web novels in this world.
So they attributed all of this to the divine grace of the Dragon Ancestor.
"This ti it's truly a great harvest! Lord, your archery is simply miraculous."
"Exactly! Exactly! Even the Dragon Ancestor is favoring us today."
"Haha, we must celebrate properly when we return."
Thus, the team continued their journey amidst laughter and conversation, reaping a rich harvest along the way.
The hunters shot several plump wild deer and even caught so rare cold-water fish by the icy river.
"Occasionally relaxing like this... seems pretty good too." Seeing everyone's joyful expressions, Louis couldn't help but smile.
Suddenly, a scouting hunter rushed back to the team, a strange look on his face.
"Lord! We found a maiden ahead!"
The hunter's words instantly silenced the entire hunting party, and everyone looked at him in confusion.
"A maiden?" Lambert frowned, "How could there be a maiden in the wilderness?"
"Just a short distance away, near the icy river." The hunter panted, still with a hint of lingering fear on his face, "She's lying in the snow, looking like she's already unconscious."
Found her.
Louis's eyes flickered slightly, but he maintained a calm expression: "Lead the way."
When they passed through a low forest and approached the icy river, they found the unconscious Sif.
The maiden lay supine on the cold snow, slightly curled up, her white short hair scattered ssily, covered in wind and snow.
Her animal skin coat was tattered, her shoulders and arms exposed to the air, frozen purple.
Several unhealed wounds indicated the hardships she had endured in the past few days.
But her delicate face still carried a hint of stubbornness; even in unconsciousness, there was no sign of weakness.
An experienced hunter bent down to observe for a mont, his expression changing: "Lord, she's from a northern tribe."
Another hunter carefully examined the Decoration on her belt, adding in a low voice: "Han Yue Tribe."
The air was silent for a few seconds.
The surrounding knights couldn't help but exchange glances.
The Han Yue Tribe was a formidable enemy of the Northern Border Province.
But Louis rely glanced at her and made a decision: "Take her back for treatnt."
The knights didn't hesitate, quickly picked up the maiden, and carefully placed her on a warhorse.
The hunters, with a cart full of ga, and the entire group set off on their return journey.
Upon returning to Red Tide Territory, the maiden was taken to an empty room and handed over to a native healer who had so dical knowledge.
Louis was silent for a mont, his gaze fixed on the maiden's face.
At this mont, her eyes were tightly shut, her lips cracked from hypothermia, and her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was fighting against death.
Louis took out a bottle of life potion he had brought from his family and handed it to the doctor: "Give this to her."
The doctor was slightly startled but still slowly poured the liquid into the maiden's lips.
After a while, her previously pale complexion seed to regain a little color, and her breathing was also more stable than before.
Although still unconscious, her life was probably saved.
"A bottle of life potion is quite expensive, I hope she wakes up," Louis said, looking at the unconscious maiden.
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