"Norwende, the god of the north wind, has arrived." In the darkness, a voice spoke.

"Is the message accurate?"

"The followers of Ciric have already begun to act, and the old woman from the north has sent her most important disciple to Glens."

"Hehe, why did this old fox of Norrwind suddenly come to Feren? What a stupid decision......"

A brief silence crept through the darkness.

After a moment, the initial voice spoke: "I'm afraid that there is something in Glens that makes the gods happy, otherwise Norwende, who was made a god by killing gods, would not have ventured to come anyway." Now the question is, what should we do next? ”

"How?" The other suddenly chuckled, and said in that elegant and cold tone like a viper: "Of course, it is to sell the news and let the chaos come a little bigger!" ”

……

The arrival of the God of the North Wind on the main material plane should have been an extremely secret matter.

However, due to some secret channels, this information quickly spread throughout most of the Faren Continent with his arrival.

Time.

Almost all ambitious organizations and countries took action.

Although the prestige of the gods still intimidates most of the forces, there are always many people in this world who are willing to fight for it. After all, there are not many examples of gods being canonized as mortals, and even Norwind himself is not a successful example of killing gods with the power of a country?

Glens's Palace.

Norrwind sat on the throne, and the once emperor of the country could only stand on one side with his hands tied, looking at his great-great-great-great...... Grandfather sat on the throne and gave orders.

The gods are there.

The kingdom, which had been somewhat rigid, was back in operation, and the officials who had long ceased to care about the state of affairs, driven by the majesty and interests of the gods, were once again working efficiently.

A large number of troops were fully assembled in just twenty days.

Brand new weapons and food were constantly being shipped from the storehouses to arm the huge army of more than 300,000 men.

The army of the strong and nobles in the country was also drafted......

……

December.

The bitter north wind was still blowing.

Somewhere in the plains of the northern region of the Kingdom of Glens, 300,000 troops of the Kingdom of Glens and about 80,000 private armies of nobles were gathered here.

Although it was not a major city, it was a necessary route for the barbarian tribes who were constantly moving south. Whether the barbarians want to continue south, or the Glens want to counterattack the north, this is a battleground.

As the Glens continued to march northward, the barbarians, who were unwilling to give up the land they had already acquired, began to gradually assemble and converge towards this narrow plain......

In the middle of the Great Army of the Kingdom of Glens.

Norwende, who had been standing with his eyes closed, opened his eyes, and he said slowly: "Those mongrels are two hundred miles away, about sixty thousand people. ”

Around Norwende, a large number of nobles, generals, and high-ranking members of the church gathered here, and at this time, people said: "Your Highness, do you want to take the initiative?" ”

"Sortie?" There was a hint of impatience on Norrwind's face: "Are you going to rely on a group of infantry and hoplites to pursue those barbarian cavalry?" No, wait for them to take the initiative. ”

"Your Highness, what if they don't come?" At this time, a noble general asked.

This sentence immediately drew a taunt from Norwende: "I have been away from the main material plane for many years, and the general of Glens has fallen to this point?" ”

"These barbarians have invaded Glens, but they have little to eat from the untouchables. With so many troops gathered now, they could not continue to scatter and plunder, and they could not maintain an army of this size forever without attacking. ”

"They only have one chance, so these barbarian mongrels will definitely attack. All we have to do is to defeat them with infantry and then hunt them down with cavalry. ”

Things turned out to be as Norrwind had expected.

The barbarians, who have invaded enemy countries and lack logistical supplies, are also seeking an opportunity to completely defeat the army of the Kingdom of Glens.

But now the problem is also in front of us - although they have been avoiding the war before, the Glens have put on a posture with the cities of the neighborhoods and the noble castles in the territory...... But what is surprising is that the biggest backer of the Glens people, that is, the guardian god of the north wind and the kingdom of Glens, Norwende, also descended on Feren!

In any case, the existence of a deity cannot be ignored.

Even if this deity has left his kingdom and countless invokers and angels, most of his abilities have been limited by the main physical plane......

But gods are still gods!

As the most powerful existence in this world, even the weaker divine power that descended on the main material world and was weakened countless times still has a power that far surpasses the top professional team in the world of Faeron!

The barbarian army marched at a uniform pace, and all the leaders had a little apprehension in their hearts.

They are not brainless fools, and naturally know how terrifying a true god is. It can be said that the outcome of this battle is likely to be completely overturned by His Highness alone!

But just as the barbarian army approached less than twenty miles from the outskirts of the battlefield, a message came out of the high priest's tent......

After hearing this news, the barbarian leaders suddenly showed a little joy on their faces! The confidence is obviously a lot more abundant for some reason!

Subsequently.

The two sides entered the battle distance.

"Assemble! Gather! The rough roar of the Master Chiefs rang out through the camp, and countless soldiers who had already been armed with their armor and weapons after being notified by the Scout Mage began to swarm towards the predetermined positions in the open space in front of the camp and on the hillside.

Hundreds of thousands of iron-clad combat boots made a heart-pounding and blood-boiling sound on the ground.

The loud noise of countless armor rubbing against each other is like an ode to the "torrent of steel".

"The Mage Regiment is assembled!"

"Hurry, hurry! Lift the ballista to the front! ”

"Archers prepare! Archers ready! ”

The huge war machine was mobilized and operated in layers of 100,000, 10,000, 5,000, 1,000, 100, and even 10 people.

Norrwind, who was standing on the high platform chariot in the center of the army, frowned.

He looked at the army of black cavalry slowly emerging on the hillside a few miles away, and then looked at his own army, which was quite imposing but looked a little bloated and jerky when mobilized.

As the ruler of the kingdom and constantly fighting against the rivals of that era, he naturally sensed the gap between the two sides.

'Have not experienced the aftermath of such a large-scale war for two generations?' He thought to himself.

But even God has as much time left for him to think as he does for all of us.

With both sides in place.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out.