"Ahh

There was a crisp sound in the solemn hall, swirling between the dome and beams cast by the thousand-year-old ice.

A plain woman who had just walked in stood below, and couldn't help but raise her hand to cover her gaping mouth.

The Aryans rarely looked surprised, let alone in this hall.

At this moment, she seemed to see the most absurd scene in the world and discovered a shocking secret.

"It turns out that the queen also sneezes."

Aryan muttered, looking up.

Above it is a throne in the shape of a crown condensed by 10,000 years of ice—a frozen throne that has survived since the days of the Freljord Empire.

Sitting on the throne is His Royal Highness Ash, the soon-to-be-crowned king of Freljord.

Ash has the blood of the royal family in her veins, and the royal family has never left the frozen northland of Freeljord for thousands of years, and each generation has practiced Valoran's strongest magic, the Ice Mystery.

Cold, isn't that a plaything in the hands of the royal family?

I await the crowning king, why are you curled up!

Aryan instantly felt a great panic and trembled: "Your Highness, what's wrong with you?" ”

Only then did Ash notice someone coming in, pretending to stretch out and sit upright.

After seeing the people below, he smiled lightly: "It's nothing, but I suddenly feel a little cold." ”

Just one word choked Yari's throat with a thousand words of concern.

Cold, the word that came out of the mouth of the Queen, was simply the funniest thing in the world.

But Aryan couldn't laugh, and she suddenly realized that there was a kind of cold in this world that no body could bear, because it came from within.

Ash looked at Aryan in a daze, and suddenly got up and asked, "When you find that my heart is afraid, will you doubt your decision, feel cold and disappointed?" ”

Aryan said categorically: "No, I will never question my king, otherwise, my life will be meaningless." ”

A hint of loneliness flashed across Ash's face, and he said softly, "I'd rather you'd be disappointed, at least then you'll listen to my explanations and listen to me really say something from my heart." ”

"Since Your Highness is not in good health, allow me to retire." Boom, Aryan landed his knees on the hard, icy ground, and slowly fell backwards on his knees.

Right in front of herself, this good sister from childhood retreated with this ant-like posture. The empty hall was once again left with Ash alone.

Another cold taste spreads in the bottom of my heart.

The throne caught her slumped body, but it could not soothe her panicked heart.

Today.

Freljord must give birth to a new king, and Ash has never shirked the responsibility and glory of this bloodline, let alone feared.

But Ash didn't expect that day would come suddenly when she wasn't ready, and maybe she could afford to lose, but Freljord couldn't afford to wait any longer.

Ashiser cowered and tried to hold himself tight, but the next moment he did spread his arms on the armrests of the ice on either side, and sat upright on the throne like a sculpture.

……

Outside the main hall, there was a vast expanse between heaven and earth, and only his own footprints were on the snow.

Aryan knew that there was no turning back, and that every step had to be as resolute as ice.

She knew that Ash's fear came from kindness, and that she needed solace at this moment.

But so what?

It was fate that forced everyone to the road in front of them, and the only thing she could do for the queen was to walk all the way. Lead the charge!

The Aryans came firmly to the outer city, and in the cold and windy square, a black crowd gathered today.

The spear is like a forest, and the shield is like a mountain. The man is as brave as a tiger, and the woman does not let the eyebrows be shaved.

A full 50,000 people gathered the sons and daughters of all the heroes of the Ice City.

This is the most powerful army under the Queen's command, the most elite force in Ice City, and the last force.

Give it a go to fight for the sun and the moon.

The Aryans, who were ordered to lead the army, did not do any pre-battle mobilization, drew his sword and pointed it:

"Listen to my orders, and the whole army is ready."

Click.

The spears and thick shields slammed into the ground in unison, and the loud roar that sounded shook for nine days.

This is the announcement from the Ice Tribe to the whole of Valoran: today, Freljord will be ready to welcome a new queen.

"Long live Avarosa!"

Aryan shouted these words, as if using up the power of his whole life.

Avarosa is the name of the Great Patriarch and the origin of the Ice Tribe. When the people of the Avarossa clan shout this slogan again, the tribe must regain the glory and responsibility of a thousand years ago.

"Long live Avarosa!"

In the shouts of 50,000 people in unison, the entire Cold Ice City trembled.

"Open the city gates, and the whole army will attack!"

Bang.

The gates of Ice City, which had been closed for a month, finally opened again.

The sky and the earth were vast, and the horseshoe prints left on the snow a month ago were still cold and dazzling because of the condensation of blood.

On that day, a letter from the Icewalker clan exchanged life for a message: the clan's leader, Princess Mavle, has died!

Thousands of years ago, the mighty Freljord Empire was destroyed by the forces of evil, and the ice field lost its king.

Since then, the three tribes of Avarosa, Frost Guard, and Winterclaw have been suspicious of each other and have been fighting each other to this day.

Fragmentation brings decay, coveting and plundering by foreigners.

Finally, the leaders of the three major tribes realized that only the birth of a new king could protect the land left by their ancestors and lead their people to find peace and glory.

And Princess Ash of her own clan is even more expected.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

"The king I am waiting for to be crowned, the last thing you need is mercy, and the last thing you should hope for is comfort."

The Aryans looked back for the last time, at the cold palace in the city.

The sword was unsheathed, and the horse's hooves crushed the ice and snow.

When the 50,000-strong army came out of the city gate, they were already in a fighting posture. Every step forward will be paved with blood.

According to the known information, as early as a month ago, the news of Princess Mafula's death had been transmitted back to the Winter Fortress half a day before the Cold Ice City.

The master there, Sejuani, is in charge of the mighty Winterclaw Tribe, and the entire tribe has been in battle all these years under her iron hand.

That woman, with an insatiable thirst for power and never hiding her arrogant ambitions, would be His Majesty's worst enemy.

Since a month ago, Ice City has sent a small team of light cavalry in the direction of the Winter Fortress every day.

For a month, fewer and fewer people were able to come back alive every day. Until the other day, there was not a single one.

This means that Sejuani has unleashed her claws, ready to strangle the Frost Guardian who had lost its leader.

And what the Aryans have to do is to hold down this claw and break it.

The only question now is where the army of Winterclaws will emerge.

The permafrost tundra, which lies between the three tribes, is the best defense against foreign enemies, but it is nothing for each other.

"Pass my order, garrison 1,000 troops every 20 miles forward, deploy the north and south lines, leave not an inch of gap, and extend the perimeter cordon to a one-day trip."

The Aryans resolutely adopted a strategy of dividing their forces to build a long and complete line of defense, but at the same time, it also meant that the strength of each section of the defense became weak.

And once they encounter, they will only face the enemy's strongest offensive, a battle of death and death.

Someone in the procession stopped to look in the direction from the north and saluted the woman on the throne.

"I am waiting for the crowned king, and perhaps I can no longer go back to witness your ceremony, please accept my early praise."

"Long live the Queen!"