At dawn, on the border of the Snowy Country, an army of 30,000 men set out from the Great Wall of the Mighty Mountains and marched north along the rolling mountains.

When the army marched until noon, a sudden snowstorm struck, the temperature dropped sharply, and the sky and the earth instantly became white.

The white breath exhaled by humans and horses was almost immediately condensed into mist crystals by the icy air.

Arranzema was in the middle of the group, and the bone-chilling wind did not quench the excitement and longing in his heart.

This was the first time he had followed his father and eldest brother into battle, and although he was not yet a grown man at the age of fourteen, a boy like him had enough strength to carry an iron spear as long as his height in the martial arts of the Snowy Country.

Not to mention that he is also the third son of Wren Norman, King of the North. Being a male member of the Norman family meant enduring the trials and flames of war before ordinary people.

Aram had always remembered the family motto that his father had told his three brothers.

The people love and respect you, not because you are really noble, but because the people always remember the contribution of the Norman family to the whole of Snowpiercer. So one day, when you have your own territory, you will become the next generation of kings of the north. And do not forget the responsibility that lies on your shoulders. If the king hides behind the people, the people will abandon you.

Whenever his father said this, he would take off his fatherly face and put on the mask of the King of the North.

At this moment, the father on horseback looked as solemn as that day, and his gray eyes were full of stern looks.

Aram was well aware of the importance of this expedition, which had drawn almost a third of the forces of the Snowy Country, but beyond the Great Wall of the Mountains, it had always been the territory of the barbarians.

These barbarians, with an average height of nearly two meters, are said to have been born out of a union between criminals who were exiled to the Wild Lands thousands of years ago and the Frosteye Giants.

Not only did they inherit the brute strength of the giants, but they also inherited their brutal and bloodthirsty personalities.

The villagers living near the Great Wall of the Desperate Mountains are often harassed and invaded by these barbarian peoples. The barbarians not only robbed the barbarians of goods and food, but also slaughtered innocent people. Villages that had been sacked by barbarians were often reduced to scorched earth, sometimes even for the elderly and children.

The brutality of the barbarians finally aroused the anger of the people of the north. At the beckoning of Wren Norman, the king of the North, warriors from all over the country took up arms and joined the ranks of the barbarians.

Of the 30,000 troops on this expedition, a quarter were veterans who had served in the army. In order to eliminate the barbarian peoples outside the Great Wall, Manxue Country can be said to have invested enough money this time.

In addition to the elite soldiers recruited from all over the country, Aran also heard that his father had brought the most powerful steel beast in the family, the Frost Cloud Tiger. In the Snowy Country, the Frost Cloud Tiger is definitely a super monster at the top of the pyramid.

It is said that this snow-white holy beast has a pair of huge wings, which can swallow clouds and spit fog and fly in the air. The inhabitants of the Snowy Land often liken it to the embodiment of snow and ice, and legend has it that whenever the Frost Cloud Tiger flapps its wings, a deadly rain of ice falls on the mortal realm.

More than 5,000 years ago, the Norman family produced a powerful ancestor. He traveled to the Snow God Mountain alone, and it took him several months to find the trace of the Frost Cloud Tiger. After three days and three nights of fighting with the Frostcloud Tiger, he finally subdued the beast. Since then, the Frost Cloud Tiger has become the guardian beast of the Snowy Country, the glory and dignity of the Norman family for generations.

However, more than 800 years ago, in order to defend against the second invasion of the Night Demon Clan, the mighty Frostcloud Tiger fought to the death. It was an unusually tragic battle, and not only the Snowy Country in the north, the Iron Lion Country in the south, the Tianyun Country in the east, and the Luosha Country in the west also paid a very heavy price. The guardian beasts of various countries have fallen one after another.

Fortunately, the mechanical technology that arose at that time allowed the human alliance of the Radiant Continent to see the hope of resurrecting the holy beast. The Norman family brought the Frostcloud Tiger's soul crystal to the steel capital of Robires. Consult with the most skilled mechanic of the time to create a new body of steel and iron for Frost Cloud Tiger.

The recast Frostcloud Tiger is even more powerful than before. The second invasion launched by the Daredevil also ended in failure due to the appearance of the Iron Beast.

It's a pity that so far, Aran has only seen the pattern of the Frost Cloud Tiger on the family crest, and has never been able to witness the dignity of this steel beast with his own eyes. If you can take the opportunity of this expedition to see the power of the Frost Cloud Tiger, then it will be worth the trip.

Aram's fantasy was soon interrupted by the sound of a horse's hoof. The sound of hooves came from far and near, and the figure of a scout appeared in the wind and snow. The sturdy scout dismounted, ran straight in front of Wren, the king of the North, and knelt down on one knee.

"Lord Wren, there is a barbarian army approaching our army right ahead. ”

"How many?" Wren frowned, his face as terrifying as the overcast sky.

I didn't expect such a big wind and snow to cover up the whereabouts of the army, and it seems that this damn ghost weather didn't bring any good luck.

"The wind and snow are too big, and my subordinates can't see it clearly, but there are about hundreds of people. ”

The scout replied somewhat vaguely. The bitter cold wind blew through his face like a blade, and his thick eyebrows seemed to be covered with silver-white frost.

Seeing the scout's somewhat embarrassed expression, Aran couldn't help but feel sorry for him. In such bad weather, it may be difficult to keep your eyes open, let alone the number of enemies.

"Father, why don't you let me take a look!"

The eldest son on the side, Yahan, took the initiative to stand up and say. Ahan is a typical northern man, very tall and burly, standing in the crowd like a towering tower. He has wavy black curly hair, and the facial features on his face are all in the rugged style of the northern peoples.

"Be careful, just find out the situation, don't be reckless. ”

Wren commanded. The eldest son, Ahan, had been fighting with him since he was a child, but at the age of twenty-five, he had already experienced dozens of battles, large and small, and almost never suffered defeat.

In the army, Yahan had a high prestige, and some soldiers even worshipped him as a god of war. But in recent years, Ahan has become a little arrogant and reckless, often acting arbitrarily, lacking the calmness and judgment of a general, and Wren is worried about this.

"Don't worry, father. No matter how many barbarians come, I'll smash them to pieces. Ahan raised the Frost Hammer in his hand and replied to his father with a smile. He personally ordered a group of elite cavalry, and disappeared into the wind and snow at a gallop.

Wren stared at the departing figure of his eldest son. For some reason, a hint of foreboding welled up in my heart.