A few days later, a cold wave to the west reached Thracian territory.

The lords who had already been prepared had activated the "cold protection plan", and with the previous adequate preparations, there was no problem.

After another day or two, a cold wave to the east reached the territory of West Brulaika. The result was similar to the situation on the Thracian side, the situation was quite stable, and there were no big leaks.

As for the tribes of the steppe...... They had already set out to migrate south, and in the face of this huge cold wave, they were the last to suffer.

However, being late does not mean that there will be no disaster, and when the snow is falling one after another, the leaders of the lion and tiger clans invariably smile in the urgently built settlement.

"Here's your chance!"

"No, wait a few days, it won't snow on the side of the Thracian king. ”

After a few more days, heavy snow began to fall in the royal capital of Thrace and its surroundings.

In fact, such heavy snow is not uncommon in the northern part of the Western Continent, but the message that comes with heavy snow makes people have to worry.

Aranvina, the auxiliary minister of the Kingdom of Thrace, frowned, looking at the reports about this snow disaster, his face gloomy.

Oh, his face is always gloomy, it's all the same.

"What a nuisance!" he said annoyedly, "that something that has life is a nuisance! it's just a little cold wave, and it needs clothes, food, and fuel...... Why can't they just turn into necromancers? Isn't it nice that they don't have to eat or drink, and they don't have to be afraid of the cold!"

In his eyes, the deep soul fire flashed away. Under the heavy magic robe, the eerie death aura rose slightly, but it was pressed down by the robe.

The "Lord of Shadows" Alan Vina had already been transformed into a necromancy, and because he could almost be regarded as a living transformation, his strength was not only not damaged, but became stronger after adapting to the necromantic body. If before the transformation, he was just an ordinary legendary assassin, now he can be called a legend among legends, as long as he is willing, except for the Holy Saint Yager of the God of Light Church who sits in the Holy Land all the year round and never goes out, other legendary powerhouses probably can't avoid him with a knife in the back.

However, Alan Vina did not continue to advance in his path as an Assassin, and instead, he barely used his Assassin abilities over the years. The hands that had always held daggers changed to pen and paper, and he changed from an assassin to a civilian official, dealing with various reports every day, and the battlefield became a study and a conference hall.

He didn't like this kind of life, but he didn't refuse it.

The previous king treated him well, and he will repay the favor he received in the past to the present king.

In the words of "The Teacher Table", it is: Gai chases the special encounter of the first emperor, and wants to repay it to His Majesty.

As for the extent to which you want to repay, you can also borrow Zhuge Liang's allusion: do your best, and then die.

Fortunately, he is not Zhuge Liang and will not die of overwork. Although at his busiest time, he was already busy twenty-four hours a day without rest, the necromancy would not die again. As long as you have a strong will and a strong soul, sleep and rest are not necessary!

For this reason, Alain Vina often felt that the necromancy was the perfect form of living beings—they didn't need to eat, drink, cold, or rest, and they couldn't have been better at working all day long!

It's just that he also knows that those mediocre mortals probably won't agree with his opinion.

He regretted this.

So when an "acquaintance" who was also a necromancer came to him to discuss a major matter, hoping to carry out a large-scale necromantic awakening experiment in Thrace, he refused without hesitation.

"Why? Don't you think the necrons are perfect?" the other asked in surprise.

"I do, but the people of Thrace don't. Alainvina replied, "As long as you can convince them, I will support you." ”

Obviously, the other party did not convince the Thracian masses of their minds, so they left.

Later, the necromancers began to appear on the West Bun Leka side, like weeds in the spring fields, one after the other.

Alan Vina could probably guess what was going on, but he didn't tell anyone, just looked forward to the results of the experiment with interest.

Now, that experiment is still ongoing, and the results are yet to appear.

"Alas...... Maybe I should have agreed to their offer in the first place. After processing a document again, writing down his opinion, and putting it in the box that was to be sent to the king for final approval, the Thracian auxiliary minister sighed, "If all the Thracians were to become necromancy, there would not be so much trouble!"

Is it really not so much trouble to turn people into dead souls?

One of the consuls of West Bunlyka did not think so.

On the contrary, he is now regretting his original decision.

"Necromancy is troublesome enough, and now add the cold wave...... Trouble is trouble, it's not one plus one, at least three times three!" the high-ranking consul grumbled inwardly, scurrying with papers in his hand.

Unlike the Thracian side, the regions of West Brulyka have a high degree of autonomy and have much less documents to deal with than Thrace. However, he was only an old man who was nearly sixty years old, and with only the strength of a middle-level magician, he had already reached the old age of declining energy. Compared with the Thracian Auxiliary Minister, who can work day and night without eating, sleeping or resting, and working for several years without complaining of hardship or tiredness, he really can't bear the sudden increase in workload.

"What the hell are those necromancers doing? A little experiment, which has not been completed until now! Will the 'perfect transformation' they promised me succeed?"

The archon was absent-mindedly correcting the documents while silently thinking.

At the beginning, several legendary necromancers approached him, saying that they could help him carry out a perfect transformation when he was dying, and transform him into a perfect necromancer who could eat, drink, see, hear, walk, and even do that kind of thing with women, at the cost of asking him to help secretly support a "small experiment".

Already in his early fifties, he accepted the deal after some careful consideration.

He thought that the experiment would be completed soon, but he did not expect that years had passed, and the experiments of the necromancers were still continuing, and there was no sign of completion. On the contrary, his body is getting older and older, and he is becoming more and more inadequate, even to the point where he has to rely on healing potions to have enough energy to deal with the work.

Supposedly, by this time, he should have retired like an ordinary old consul. But how dare he retire?

So he could only continue to languish and wait for the news that the necromancer's experiment was completed.

"Damn the Necrons!" After cursing in his mind, the old archon casually tossed aside a document that had a stake in the lives of many people.

As for the content of the document, he didn't read it seriously at all.