The chilling aura began to spread.
Hundreds of miles of Boulevard frozen!
Thousands of miles of snowy fields in the Northern Border!
In this desolate place, a group of people, wielding sharp swords, encircled two young boys here.
Isolated and helpless!
"Just asking something," Julius Reed said, leaning slightly forward on his horse: "Will anyone pass through here?"
"What are you thinking!" scoffed the leader, a visible smirk: "The Northern Border is deserted; within a hundred miles, there's no living soul. Are you hoping for rescue? Please, don't waste your thoughts!"
Thinking he had seen through the minds of the two youths, he couldn't help but feel smug.
"Daring to oppose our headmaster, you really have no fear of death!" The man pointed at Julius Reed, seeing no need to hide since his identity was guessed.
After all, just dead people.
