The news that the eldest son, Ahan, was trapped in the Valley of the Wind Helmet soon reached Wren, the king of the North.

The barbarians deliberately let go of a few fish that slipped through the net and let them go back to ventilate the news, in order to attract more of the army of the Snowy Nation to the Valley of the Wind Helmet.

Knowing that Ahan was in danger, Wren's face became even more ugly. The Wind Helmet Valley is deep and tortuous, and the strange rocks are craggy. People who are not familiar with the terrain can easily get lost once they break in.

Wren did not know the sinister intentions of the barbarians. They wanted to bring the northern army into the valley to fight. The terrain in the valley was narrow, and it was difficult for the cavalry to spread out their formation and take advantage of the charge.

Once the army enters the valley, it is inevitable to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the barbarians, and the barbarians are best at hand-to-hand combat.

Although the warriors of the north fought valiantly, it was clearly not wise to fight hand-to-hand combat with the mighty barbarians.

It's a pity that Ahan is besieged in the valley, and the initiative is now completely in the hands of the enemy. If he didn't come to the rescue now, he would surely die under the barbarians' sword.

Thinking of this, Wren was in turmoil, as the coach, he had to take care of the overall situation and not let the entire northern army fall into danger, but the relationship between father and son made it difficult for him to let go.

"Father, let me bring a team of men and horses to rescue the eldest brother!"

Aran couldn't bear to see his father's embarrassment, and took the initiative to ask for war.

"No, you stay where you are. ”

Wren refused Alan's request without even thinking about it. In Wren's eyes, the third son, Alan, is just a child after all.

The reason why he was brought on this expedition was only to give Aram an experience. Ahan's situation was of his own making, and Wren didn't want his second son to be in a desperate situation.

"Miraya, protect Aran and don't let him rush into the Valley of the Helm. ”

Wren was a little uneasy, and commanded the personal maid beside Alan.

Riding alongside Aram on a white horse was a woman two or three years older than Aram. Although she has extraordinary beauty and beautiful ice blue eyes, she does not feel the slightest sense of intimacy.

Miraya nodded slightly. There was a little more uneasy expression on her pretty face. As Aram's personal maid and bodyguard. Miraya has actually been taking care of Aram for nearly twelve years. When Aram was just a baby, Miraya was by his side. The two grew up together and were inseparable. In the eyes of others, the two are more like a pair of sisters and brothers, rather than a master-servant relationship.

Seeing that his father refused to let himself take risks, Aram had no choice but to remain silent. It turned out that in his father's mind, he was still just a child. Aran clenched his fists a little unwillingly.

At this moment, Wren had time to worry about Alan's feelings, and he had already made up his mind to save Ahan, no matter what, but he must not let tens of thousands of his subordinates risk their lives, and after thinking about it, Wren decided to use his own strength to redeem Ahan's mistakes.

He turned to the chief of the guard beside him and said:

"Pete, bring me my Yan Bing Sword. ”

"Your Majesty, you must not take the danger yourself, and I am willing to lead an army to rescue Lord Ahan. ”

Although the captain of the guard handed over the sword 'Yan Bing', there was obviously a reluctant expression on his face.

"Don't say more, select an elite team of 2,000 people for me, and I will fight in person. ”

Wren took Yan Bing's sword, his long brown hair flying in the wind. The majesty of the king of the north made the chief of the guard dare not say much, and he ordered the troops to be gathered.

After the chief guard left, Wren held the sword tightly in one hand and muttered to himself as he stroked the scabbard engraved with the family crest with the other.

"O spirits of the Norman family, please give me invincible strength!"

Yan Bingjian seemed to have listened to Ren's call, and the sword body shook involuntarily.

"Ah, Yan Bing has appeared, it seems to be a good sign!"

Although it was separated by a layer of scabbards, Ray could still feel a chill coming from the blade. Like the Frost Cloud Tiger, the Yan Ice Sword is the symbol of the Norman family, and only the kings of the northern realm are qualified to possess it. By the time the sword reached Wren's generation, it had a history of more than 4,000 years.

The entire Yan Bing Sword was more than a palm's width, and it was almost half a person's height when it stood up. Cold iron, the main material for casting the sword body, is buried deep in the ice that has not melted for 10,000 years in the Snow God Mountain. After being tempered and magically shaped thousands of times, the blade is not only extremely sharp, but also has extremely strong ice attributes.

Although the Yan Ice Sword and the Frost Hammer are both frost-based magic weapons, they are fundamentally different. The magic power of the Froststorm Hammer comes from the energy crystal nucleus of the hammer heart, once the mana is exhausted, it needs to be replenished with energy crystals, otherwise the power will be greatly reduced.

However, the Yan Ice Sword did not have this problem at all, this weapon did not rely on the assistance of energy crystals, and the blade itself could absorb an infinite amount of frost elements from the natural world.

An army of more than 2,000 men was soon assembled. Although the number of people is small, all of them are composed of elite people at the captain level. Half of the warriors were armed with powerful enchanted weapons.

Unlike regular blades, enchanted weapons are special weapons that have been blessed by an enchanted magician. The Snowy Land has the best magicians in the entire Radiant Continent.

They can attach six different magical elements to a normal blade. Once enchanted, these unsheathed blades will have magical effects of ice, fire, wind, earth, thunder, and water.

The advent of enchanted weapons can be said to be a major change in the entire military history. It is said that even the most ordinary warrior can exert as much destructive power as a mage in hand-to-hand combat as long as he wields an enchanted weapon.

Seeing the neatly groomed northern warriors, Wren's heart swelled with unprecedented self-confidence. The soldier is not about the many, but the truth that is more valuable than the fine is very clear. Since the barbarians want to have a hard-fought battle with the northern warriors, then let them taste the power of the northerners.

Wren, who was on his horse, stood with his head held high, and he said in a majestic voice to the warrior standing in the snow:

"Brave warriors, the crucial battle is coming, and the murderer of our people is lurking in the Valley of the Wind Helmet in front of us. Show your swords and sacrifice our dead compatriots with the blood of those barbarians, and the great ancestral spirits are with you!"

After saying that, Wren pulled out the Yan Bing Sword. The broad blade was translucent, like an extremely pure blue crystal, and a faint and eerie blue light emanated from the blade. The elegant curved design made it seem like the sword was a work of art rather than a weapon of death, but Wren had no doubt about its sharpness, and countless enemies had fallen under Yan Bing's sword for more than four thousand years.

"Long live the King of the North!" The king's momentum infected everyone present, and the two thousand northern warriors shouted in response, and they also drew their swords from their waists to show their determination. Two thousand white blades, shining in the sunlight.