The Far North, once a frozen wasteland, no one knows where it could stretch. Even the great Rome had to build strong border walls to keep the barbarians from invading. But with the division of the empire and the collapse of the west, the monsters of the north have bared their fierce teeth.

Attila, the Hun king from the Far East, nearly destroyed the empire, and despite the emperor's best efforts to survive, the barbarians from the north pushed the empire to its end.

The year 453 of the new calendar. The empire was divided, and the emperor of the east established the new Roman Empire in Constantinople, relying on the wealth of the east and the strong walls to resist the barbarian south.

But the empire never knew what was hidden in the endless snowfield, but the emperor of Rome called it the cave of disaster.

649 AH. The Normans swept through northern Europe from the ice fields of the north, and even conquered Rome, which had once been recovered by Justinian the Great.

In the year 800 of the new calendar, the invasion of the Slavs finally caused the northern frontier of the empire to collapse.

And as the civilization of the empire gradually penetrated, the concept of the state gradually formed in the north.

In 891 AH, the Rus' from the north gathered an amphibious army and even laid siege to Constantinople, and although they were defeated by the emperor, it also forced New Rome to reconsider the rising grizzly bears in the north.

However, with Emperor Basil II marrying his sister Constance to the Grand Duke of Rus', the monsters of the north became the Empire's strongest allies, but at the same time enemies to be wary of.

Although mechanical technology spread to the northern wastelands through the West and the Empire, the land no longer remained mysterious, on the contrary, barbarism and backwardness made it precarious before the sword and fire of the Crusaders.

In just one hundred years, the dawn of a new era led to the collapse of the new Roman Empire, and the once-powerful kingdom of Kievan Rus' was finally torn apart.

The southernmost part of the Old Kingdom, here was the fief of the Grand Duke Vladimir, where one of the princes of Kievan Rus' ruled, ruling from Kiev to the northern shore of the Kramir Sea.

Despite its proximity to the "civilized" world, the land still maintains ancient customs, with men and women ploughing the land during farming hours and ferocious beasts hunting in the ice fields in winter.

Twenty years ago, however, their peaceful life was slowly crumbling, and the sword of the Teutonic Knights from the West plowed the land to the East.

In the small fishing village of the Kramir coast, the women anxiously wait for the men who go out to fish, and the current brought by the flood season of the Storm Strait makes the Kramir Sea irritable. And for the sake of their livelihood, the Rus never mind challenging the majesty of the Creator.

"Look!"

Finally, the mast sticking out of the waves came into view, and the fishing boat piloted by the men returned.

It's just that the wooden steam fishing boat seems to be dragging something back except for a full load of sea fish.

The fishing boat docked at the wharf, and the women hurriedly greeted them, waiting for their men to return.

"Ilanya!"

"Osha!"

"Nikolai!"

"How's the kids doing?"

Men and women call each other's names and ask about each other.

"Chuikov!"

"Katyusha!" The tall, bearded man who walked at the back laughed and picked up the woman who pounced on him, like a big bear holding a delicate stag.

"Why did it take so long to come back?" Katyusha asked her husband in disgust that she had returned three days later than usual from fishing, which was enough to frighten the women, but the rude and nervous Ross man only laughed at the women's thoughts.

"Going to the Storm Strait, where can we catch more fish, and we have a windfall." Chuikov triumphantly pointed to the loaded fishing boat and the large black tin box dragged behind.

"What's that?" Katyusha asked, not knowing why the men were carrying this thing, but seeing the excitement in Chuikov's eyes, she couldn't help but be a little curious.

"It must be some kind of treasure! It might have come from the south. Cui Kefu rubbed his hands excitedly, eager to rub a layer of skin off his palms.

"Aunt Katyusha, don't listen to Uncle Chuikov's nonsense, this thing must be some kind of broken copper and iron, he has to bring it back, we are only home so late." The young man on the side couldn't help but complain.

"Peter, don't meddle." Chuikov muttered dissatisfied. "It's all gold? Then we'll send it. ”

"Chuikov, sometimes you should dream less." Even Katyusha couldn't help but be a little dissatisfied. As the head of the village, although Cui Kefu is brave and does not belong to anyone, and no one has any objections to leading the whole village, but his fantasy of always thinking about getting rich makes everyone laugh and anger.

"What do you people know?" Chuikov snorted, ignoring the good-natured ridicule of the people around him, and took out the armor-piercing axe from the house.

Katyusha looked at her husband and shook her head helplessly.

"Mom, why did Dad come back with something again?" A slightly childish voice sounded, and the girl appeared at the edge of her mother's skirt and asked with a small mouth.

"Because Dad thinks that everyone in the village can be fed and clothed!" Katyusha touched her daughter's head and said calmly.

"Chuikov, when the hell are you going to think less about these strange things?" Although the others said this, they still helped Chuikov drag up the big black iron box, and it is strange to say that such a big thing did not sink into the sea.

With a "poof" sound, a dull sound, and the giant axe left deep grooves on the surface of the chest, it seemed that the iron box was not too strong, but it was extremely tough.

Watching Chuikov slash with great effort, the people of the village were also talking.

"What the hell do you think that's that?"

"It won't be a treasure chest anyway, but that tin box can be sold for a good price in the town."

"Click"

Finally, a gap was split in the iron box.

"What are you doing in a daze, come over one by one to help!" Chuikov beckoned the men to plunge into the rift with a crowbar.

"Gold, Gold······" Chuikov trembled excitedly and worked with the others. Rose men have always been the most lacking in strength, but Rao is so iron, and the iron box has been opened without their strength.

"Look what's inside." Although they didn't have much hope, everyone was still a little curious to check it out.

However, the moment their gaze fell into it, their bodies froze suddenly.

Among them, it was not the gold and silver treasures that Chuikov dreamed of, but a young man covered in blood, who did not know whether he was dead or alive.