On the other side of the eastern continent, far away from the City of Light, a kingdom in the middle of the ice......

Due to its location on the plateau, it is covered by ice and snow all year round, but there are many birds of prey and beasts living in the unique geographical environment, so the inhabitants of this place called the Snowy Kingdom live by hunting, not only can obtain sufficient food sources, but also can exchange a large number of necessities with the surrounding countries and races, the people here are taller and stronger than ordinary people, but they are very kind......

The ruler of this country was a very good and wise king, who was not only wise and brave, but also upright and kind, and all his subjects lived happily and contentedly, and they all embraced their king...... It was once known as the Kingdom of Happiness built in a world of ice and snow...... It is the home of countless people who love life, are kind and brave......

In this way, the people here lived happily and peacefully for an unknown number of years, until the son of the old king, that is, the little prince was born, everything here began to change, first the number of various birds and beasts that used to be covered with snow has decreased sharply, and the hunters who used to go out for two or three days can return with a full load, now they often take ten days and a half to catch some smaller prey, and as time goes by, there are often very large snowstorms in the snow kingdom, and the terrible cold wind blows for a few weeks, and the heavy snow covers the mountains, and the local people just want to fill their stomachs It has become a problem......

Naturally, rumors began to circulate among these subjects that the little prince was the embodiment of a demon, and that it was because of his birth that he angered the gods, so that the snowy kingdom lost their favor......

The wise king, of course, would not believe such a ridiculous reason, but he could not do anything about the predicament of his own country...... Food is becoming scarcer in the kingdom, temperatures seem to be getting colder, and people are already dying of starvation in some remote areas where the environment is even harsher......

The Snowy Kingdom, a large hall in a huge castle, the sparse brazier burned, but it could not restore the warmth of this originally vibrant palace, and the black rock floor was bright, but it was a unique set off the coldness and darkness of the place......

"My king...... Is there no other way...... Prince Angie was definitely not the source of this disaster...... Those pathetic populaces have found the wrong person to vent to, even if it really turns Prince Angie into the hands of God, as they wish...... That would never really end this catastrophe...... "A general-like figure in armor and animal skins was kneeling alone on one knee on the black floor of the empty hall, and not far in front of him, on top of the high staircase, on a huge throne made of gold, sat the king of the Snowy Kingdom......

At this time, the king was tired, and the disaster that befell the kingdom made him exhausted, and he tried almost all the options, but he could not extricate his country from this disaster...... Slowly, even he began to believe in the long-rumored rumor that it was his own child, Prince Angie, who angered the gods and brought disaster to the country......

"Perhaps...... We can find other ways to save our country...... There must be someone there in the City of Light who can help us. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info also the guardian dragons who guard this continent...... They will certainly help us get through this crisis...... Could you please order it...... Let me go to the City of Light on your behalf and ask for help......"

"Torta...... I really...... Can I trust you...... Maybe it's a little bit of a private message, but let me kill my own child with my own hands...... I can't do anything like this anyway......"

"Hmm...... Please order...... I swear by the life of my Torta and the honor of my family...... Will definitely find a way to help us get through this......"

"That'...... Well...... then please, Count Torta, lead our best warriors to the City of Light...... Leave it all to you......" said the king, who gave Count Torta a ring set with a blue gem on his hand as a token.

Finally the brave man strode out of the palace, clutching the ring that the king had given him......

The flames in the brazier burned quietly, and from time to time there was a crackling sound of firewood bursting, and the king sat quietly on the throne alone, his expression revealing indescribable tiredness and helplessness...... It wasn't until Tolta had been gone for a long time that he sat there alone, not even moving......

"Are you scared......?" a mysterious voice rang out in the king's head......

"Who...... Who...... Who are you......" The king looked around in horror, but found no figure.

"No need to look for it...... Because I'm you...... You're me......" The voice sounded again.

"Are you ...... me? What does that mean......?"

"It means that I only appear in your mind, and you can't find another entity of yourself...... And this one doesn't matter...... Does it matter that you want to end this catastrophe in the Snowy Kingdom......?"

"Of course...... I certainly want to put an end to this catastrophe...... I dreamed of it, but how could I do it to my son...... And that's not true...... Angie is so innocent and lovely, how can he be the embodiment of a demon...... how can this be ......?"

"I have a way to rid your country of the current catastrophe...... And you don't need to kill your son......" the voice continued.

"What...... Tell me what the hell is going on...... I can save my country without killing my son...... What is it exactly...... Tell me ......?" the king said to himself on the throne with red eyes, as if he had fallen into some hallucination......

"War...... What you need is a war...... A war for the purpose of migration, your soldiers are brave, and your warriors are innumerable...... All the surrounding tribes combined are no match for you, and you can wage a war and plunder their food and resources, and your people will thank you for showing them the way...... You will become a generation of Ming Jun ......"

"Right...... I need a war, and I will be the king in their eyes......" The king repeated this sentence with a glazed look in his eyes, and the king's shadow reflected on the wall was faintly visible in the sharp horns on his head and the shape of a bat's wings on his back......