Being kidnapped is a very boring experience. Maybe the fact that I have not been able to move for the last couple of hours or the fact that I have not even been able to turn my head could be quite a significant factor for it. It is not even paralysis, it is almost like every muscle of my body has been chained by chains of steel.

Another fact for my boredom could be that at the moment I am being carried by the man I have now named as wolf man in a position that reminds me of a farmer carrying a sack of rice. I was rather embarassed at the beginning, but now I am bored.

I also have to admit that till half an hour ago I have had a choice viewing of the wolf cloaked man's butt, which I have to admit is not something that I have the desire of looking at again. Thankfully the man had shifted his position and I have finally gotten a view of the world around me.

At the moment there is little to see though. The world around me is a white blur as I am moving at speeds that should have killed me. The wind feels like a sharp knife on my skin, though oddly the sensation is not accompanied by any pain. I have to assume the man carrying me has something to do with that. I shall not even speak of the cold as at the moment I can't even sense it. It is so cold that my mind has overloaded in the cold and at the moment I feel pleasantly warm.

Regardless the reason that I have started recording now of all times is simply for the fact that the man is capable of killing me in a single move and the log would be the last method for me to transmit any information. It is taking quite a focus to do this but I literally have nothing else to do at the moment.

The man might be able to kill me with a thought but he certainly should not be able to interrupt a log in the process of transmission. I would at the very least like to give my colleagues a chance at understanding these men and beating them at the very least. After all even the druids can fall if you know where to poison them. These snowlords are nothing compared to them.

In that regard I will need to talk about my surroundings. For quite the while we have been going upwards, as if we are climbing a massive mountain. Steadily I can feel the flow of mana becoming wilder and wilder until we reached this place. If the place we had been in is a frigid hellhole then the place we are going to is a step beyond that. at the moment, this place seems closer to a sea of ice mana. My mana sense is literally blinded by the movement of ice mana in this region. There are skills to suppress the mana sense of a man. Until today I have not understood the necessity of it.

Standing here (or carried here) I am reminded of the feeling of standing in a ship of the sea, feeling the world around me shake and turn. I can literally feel the content of my stomach turn as it threatens to come out. I seriously debate the pros and cons of letting it happen. Well, the man is literally my only chance of surviving in this region so I master my stomach and keep it from emptying.

Whatever the man has done to protect me is the only thing keeping me safe. If he were to retract that protection, let's just say that the chill would be nothing compared to what is going to happen here. I would not die due to my mana channels freezing like with the chill, I would die because I would have become a statue of ice in a few moments.

Finally after what seems to be an age, I can feel the man slow down. At the moment I am about as useless as a blind man so I can't really describe wherever we are going to other than the fact that it seems to be a massive tower. I cannot really tell you much about it but as we are getting closer to it, it seems to be made up of some kind of a black rock.

Well, the moment that we entered the tower the first thing I noticed was that the pressure from the wind had disappeared. If a second before it felt like I was being put under a waterfall suddenly I felt like a feather floating in the wind. Sadly none of my limbs still seemed to show any signs of moving. Well if the man wanted to kill me he does not need to do all of this. the alternatives are not particularly nice though. Formation mages tend to make ideal slaves.

"I would suggest not moving your body yet, my little wolf.", the wolf man spoke, putting me down in what I assume to be some kind of a bed, though sleeping on it did not feel like that. It felt more like it was a statue that seemed to be carved from a rock rather than a bed that somebody would use. Even with all of this discomfort, I can feel my body slip into the comfort of sleep.

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(After almost a day.)

I have to admit that, while my body feels like I have been sleeping on a rock I can finally move my body. I would have given up all the pleasures in the world for the simple ability to move my head as I wish. That is what I am doing at the moment though my body is cramped in places where I would have assumed it to be impossible.

Right now we are completely in the northern wastelands, in the parts that should be having no living people at all. I don't know how these people actually do end up surviving here.

The room that I am standing in is a simple room, with everything constructed of some kind of a black colored rock. Everything in the room seemed to be carved of this rock. It is a work of art, everything in the room. All of this seems to be the work of an expert.

"This rock is the only thing that can survive in the true lands my young friend. Nothing, except the frigid rock can survive in the ice mana that flows through this land. I would suggest therefore that you do not attempt to escape from this place.", a voice suddenly spoke behind me, revealing itself to be the wolf man, explaining to me. "I will also suggest you get comfortable. Firstly, I am an ally of your master, and have no desire to kill you. I have to assume that is evident."

"Well, your actions up till now have been to the contrary, my lord.", I spoke, taking on quite a rude tone. Let's hope the man is not a sensitive one. Massacres have happened for much less.

"Well, there are no lords here my friend. We find that it is not very conducive to a cooperative effort and without cooperation not many of our people would survive in this lands. Even our people can freeze to their deaths in the true lands.", he speaks, pointing to a chair "I do insist you sit down though. This is going to be a pain to explain but I will try my best. You can call me cloak. Everybody does."

"Well, what do you know about the sages. I do not think your trainers would have spoken of them much. It would have been quite the sore spot to them", the wolf m.. cloak spoke.

"Well, all I know is that the iron legion used to have them as allies and very close ones as that. Enough that they were willing to intermarry and have children. Then something happened and now they are quite hostile to us. They left their children with the legion who took us in and trained us, all of us who are now called the orphans of the legion.", I replied, the reply sadly well practiced. Everybody is curious about the orphans of the legion.

"Well, it shall be enough for now. The thing is your master called on me to protect you in case something were to happen here. Until I knew of your heritage I did not know why the man was insistent on this.", he spoke, sitting next to me. The man was large enough that him sitting on the ground was enough to put him at eye level with me on the chair.

"The people of the truelands have problem with you due to two main reasons. Firstly, they do not trust sages. We have a lot of history with the sages. The sages often used the tribes of the snow to test their formations, especially ones related to environment modifications.", cloak speaks.

"Isn't that supposed to be a very tricky field of formation magic, with extremely high chance of these formations failing.", I reply, as I remember from my masters books.

"Well, that is the problem. Every year we have a few tribes that listen to the sages and entire tribes are wiped when these formations fail. The snowstorms of our lands are not tame affairs like the storms of yours. Very few things can survive in these lands, especially flesh.", cloak replies. "All the tribes have now agreed not to allow the sages into our land. Especially after what happened at spear valley they will enforce this. Their previous association with you people does not help this thing too. Thankfully in your case that is not a problem since your blood has not even woken up yet. Our people have tricks to recognise the blood of the sages, especially their active blood."

"What is the second reason then.", I ask, curiosity dulling most of the fear that i was feeling. There is little that is told to us about the sages. Enough to mimic them, but not enough to try and follow them.

"Well, that is a bit more complicated and certainly a whole lot more tragic. It is ancient history and I do not think a few days would be enough to explain the relation between us and the iron legion.", cloak replies. "Ask your master if you wish to know, young wolf. All you need to know is that the tribes have decided to annhilate every trace of the iron legion. That means any that dares to practice their arts will be put to death. It could be from the legion. It could be from their textbooks. If you knew their hidden arts, even I would not be enough to save you. You do not know any of their hidden arts, do you?"

"Only their names. The iron legion have given up their claims on me only when they saw I was bad at their arts and that I was talented in the magic of formations." I reply, remembering just how much of a scandal it had actually caused. A fish should have been more likely to fly than the iron legion leave one of their charges. Even me as a child understood just how much of a rarity it was.

"Good, the tribes have gathered to decide your fate. Until that is decided you shall remain in my tower. No tribe would dare to cause offense to me in my own lands.", he replies. "Until your fate is decided, you will be remaining in this tower. I would assume that you are going to suffer quite the bit, but even the conclave of tribes will not dare to offend me and the grand wolf at the same time. We still have to take care not to offend them, though."