It was getting gray, and the campfire in the fortress became brighter and brighter. Thorne, who had not seen Arthur return for a long time, became more and more worried.


    At first, he forced himself to lie in bed, hoping to make the difficult waiting end quickly through sleep, but the reason why the waiting was difficult was that it could not escape.


    Unable to sleep, he simply got up and went to the Council hall on the side of the city wall, hoping to welcome Arthur back at the first time.


    The Knights obviously didn''t want to rest. Soon after he arrived at the stone chamber, they all came to the Council hall.


    The hot bonfire isolated the cold air in the canyon and baked the Council hall as warm as midsummer. They chatted, drank, ate milk and dried meat, and the atmosphere was relaxed and casual.


    But as time went by, the firewood in the brazier had been added several times from morning to evening, but Arthur didn''t come back.


    Just then, the guard of the fortress came to report that it was snowing heavily in the north. At this moment, the people who were already worried began to feel uneasy.


    Flying on ghost faced eagles will never be safer than riding. If you are careless at a height of hundreds of meters, you will be broken to pieces. Coupled with the heavy snow, who knows whether the ghost faced Eagles can correctly identify the direction.


    When Thorne waved back the fortress guard, the Knights began to fidget and frown, all looking worried, regretful and reluctant to talk.


    The atmosphere suddenly became oppressive, which made the food and drinks on the table a little eye-catching. The young knight nuke mortoriton looked at Thorne, who was headed by him, and said in an uneasy tone: "Lord Thorne, it''s so snowy outside. Do you think Lord Arthur will..."


    "What are you trying to say?" Thorne stared at him expressionless.


    The rest of the Knights turned to look at him.


    "I, I mean to say, is it possible that Lord Arthur is looking for a place to hide in such a heavy wind and snow, so he has wasted some time."


    He wanted to ask if Lord Arthur was in any danger. But such a problem is obviously nonsense. Even if the count is really in danger, what can they do?


    Thorne ignored nook''s question, and all the Knights withdrew their eyes. The Council hall became quiet and repressed again.


    After a while, a knight cursed in a low voice: "shit, this damn weather, even one night, it''s really damn!"


    "Andar, shut your mouth!" whispered another knight.


    The knight named andar surprisingly didn''t answer back. These rough and casual guys kept silent at the moment.


    The bonfire crackled and the wind howled in the canyon. Thorne, sitting in his chair, looked at the increasingly dark outside, suddenly got up and walked aside.


    Under the watchful eyes of the knights, he picked up some firewood from the wall and took steps to rekindle several bonfires in the house.


    "It''s getting late." Thorne looked at the Knights staring at him after throwing the last piece of wood into the fire. "Wait outside. We can''t welcome the return of the count here."


    His face was expressionless and his tone was calm, as if he were telling an established fact.


    "Yes, yes! We should wait on the city wall."


    A knight regained consciousness and immediately rubbed up from his chair - Thorne had just stepped to add firewood to the fire, which made him a little trance.


    Then all the Knights got up one after another and said the same words to themselves, looking relieved after panic.


    As soon as they stepped out of the bright stone house, the howling cold wind in the canyon made everyone shrink their necks involuntarily.


    A moment ago, they all seemed to be in the sunshine in the midsummer afternoon, and their armor was warm. Now, they had to put on gloves immediately, and the armor swept away by the cold wind suddenly became as cold as bricks and stones under their feet.


    On the wall where the campfire swayed, people lined up in a row, braved the cold wind, and quietly watched the sky outside the canyon.


    Compared with a year ago, today''s sharp blade fortress has changed a lot.


    Several iron crossbows that were originally placed on the city wall have now been demolished. At Arthur''s request, the damaged city wall has also been well rested. It looks wider and stronger than ever.


    In front of the city wall, in the cliffs on the left and right sides, there was originally a narrow passage connecting the city wall and the viewing room.


    Now, at Arthur''s instigation, these two originally dark and humid passages have also been greatly widened, and two rows of diamond shaped small windows have been cut on the cliff.


    The upper window is used for ventilation and exhaust, and the downwind is used for archers to shoot prey rushing into the canyon.


    Under the light of the campfire in the passage, four orange colors seem to hang in the dark canyon.


    In addition, in the canyon behind the city wall, many stone houses with unified specifications were dug and built, including barracks, kitchens, water rooms, thatched houses, storage rooms, etc. even the ground was leveled.


    Today''s sharp blade canyon has become a veritable shangheling No. 1 camp, which can be stationed by hundreds of soldiers at any time.


    Forced to hold a telescope in his hand and keep searching for the snowy world outside the canyon.


    All the Knights stood silent, and the swaying bonfire beside them could not provide excess heat except for lighting. The snow was carried by the wind into the canyon and fell everywhere. They looked ahead, then turned and stared at Thorne, hoping that the telescope in his hand would find something in the snowy world.


    "Damn it!" the snow blew on a knight''s face. The cold feeling made him restless again.


    "Even if it''s one day later, it''s better to wait for Lord Arthur to return." he cursed and complained, "it''s annoying that we can''t do anything except waiting here! We should have been with Lord Arthur, damn it!"


    The other knights also felt guilty, looked ahead, held the hilt of the sword, and prayed secretly in their hearts.


    Thorne took the telescope from his eyes, looked at the complaining knight and said, "how can you let those ghost faced eagles fly with you?"


    "We are the guardians of Lord Arthur!" the knight, who had already blamed himself, said angrily, noting the slight smile on Thorne''s mouth. "Even if he fell to death directly, it''s better than that he can''t do anything now!"


    Under the gaze of the crowd, Thorne smiled a little: "in that case, you can get close to the ghost faced eagles and see who is willing to fly with you."


    With that, Thorne handed the telescope to the knight, turned his head and looked at the sky outside the canyon with a smile.


    When the guards of the viewing room ran to report, the Knights waiting on the city wall had already grinned and looked at the black clouds approaching rapidly from the wind and snow.


    ……