My name is Aitsol Harebrex and I was born into an aristocratic family of the ruling class.

I am a Nord from home in the far north - a cold continent covered with snow all year round, in the harsh weather and scarce resources, many of my compatriots starved and froze to death, and only a few survived and became a Nord warrior - and as the centuries passed, the Nords became fewer and stronger at the same time. Finally, one day, when I was about to become an adult, my father took me and tens of thousands of Nord warriors in a keel boat through Wakakai to a new land.

The first thing I saw when I set foot on this land was the grass and wheat fields full of life, and the fear in the eyes of the aborigines.

"Do you see this rich land?" my father touched my head, "this will be our new home." ”

In addition to the grass, I saw fragrant pork and sweet cheese, and many, many things I had never seen before, and I began to step into the lavish castle, and put on the rich satin, and while I enjoyed the wonderful gifts of my father, what I did not see was the village engulfed in flames and the blood in the smelly earth.

Later I learned that the migration was seen as an invasion - as one historian vividly describes it: "A huge iron axe from the continent of ice and snow slashed at the rich continent called Calradia, and the sharp blade of the axe cut a piece of land by the strait." ”

Soon after arriving on this continent, my father led his troops to occupy a large town. Looking at the fleeing Calradian army, my father laughed out loud. Say to the warriors around you, "There will be more land to belong to us in the future!"

My father didn't tell me why, he didn't even think I knew it was a war - my father didn't let me learn to fight since I was a child, and he said he needed me to be a different kind of person than a warrior. While the other warriors were training. He started to let me learn about the culture of the continent of Calradia.

From the books, I learned that this continent was originally ruled by a beautiful country, but as the wheel of history moved forward, it gradually showed a trend of decline - from prosperity to decay, from prosperity to internal political corruption, from unity and stability to fragmentation. This great empire has finally come to an end.

The once mighty Imperial army, which was almost vulnerable to the Nord attack, soon returned with my father and told me, "Our new home has expanded considerably. "Because I was young, I didn't experience the trials of war. So very much against the father's "banditry".

At that time, looking into the distance from the castle, faint smoke rose into the sky in all directions, and villages were looted and burned. The continent of Calradia is devastated. The invasion did not stop, and a beacon fire spread from the coast to the heart of the continent of Calradia.

In the face of the advance of the Nord warriors, the cowardly Empire retreated. Soon the father broke through their defenses with his army. Across snowy fields. They came to their capital, a majestic city called Sargoth.

I didn't see the battle that went down in history with my own eyes, but I could tell from the scout's report to my father how fierce it was. Eventually, my father captured Sagoth and took me to live in a huge palace.

The Imperials, having lost the imperial capital, did not launch a counterattack and retreated to the plains in the middle of the continent. Due to the considerable losses, the father did not go on the offensive.

On an ordinary day, a loud sound poured in from the window, and I woke up from my desk and looked out of the window. A large group of soldiers in armor and swords marched into the town under the leadership of his father.

My father told me that this was a new army of warriors who had come from my home continent to support. A grand banquet was held on the same day. Welcome these Nord warriors from afar.

At the banquet I remember an incident in which a warrior commander was carrying something for my father, and I was stunned when I saw it next to him, it was a bone, a human skull, and stained with blood.

The commander stood bewildered, and my father laughed, touched my head as he usually comforted me, and said to me, and to all the soldiers seated, "When we used to live in Amuna, the conditions were very harsh, and even pottery making was a rare business, so we often used the skulls of wild beasts that we had eaten as bowls. This is the skull of those cowardly Calradian soldiers, and let's use it to commemorate our suffering. ”

That night the skull was hung high on the castle door, and my father and the warriors were very drunk.

My father was a brave and wise man, who had been baptized in countless battles and had already become calm and steady, and was unanimously elected as the leader by all the Nords. This time he led an army to invade the continent of Calradia, and his record was so good that he surpassed any famous Nord warrior in history, and the soldiers called him "Hero".

After the war subsided, the Nords began to learn the civilization of Calradia, and some of the nobles in the city even imitated the Imperial in words and deeds. Some nobles built yì father established royal power and formally ruled the land under their feet, and the father always said with an unchanged face: "The land of the northern snow field has not been beaten down, and the coast has not been unified, where am I qualified to be king." ”

While the Nords were enjoying a peaceful life, a war report suddenly arrived: the Virgians in the snowy fields broke with the Empire, established a new regime, and declared war on the Empire.

At this time, the empire was under pressure from both sides, and his father decided to take advantage of this opportunity to seize the land of mountains and plains west of Sagoth in one fell swoop. The Nord army began to march and bravely took castle after castle, and within a month the good news of victory was reported.

The army led by my father did not retreat, and wanted to kill the fertile land in the center of the continent called the Suno Plain.

Almost as the army advanced, an urgent letter arrived at my father from the scout. The Empire traded peace with the Virgians at the cost of a large and prosperous city, Zhivadine, and signed a cooperation agreement whereby the Virgians would help the Empire fight the Nord invasion, and the Empire had gathered a large number of heavy cavalry and was bound to fight back.

Faced with the imminent situation of being attacked on his back, his father calmly led his army to retreat. The cowardly Empire did not pursue, and just as the nobles were rejoicing in this brief peace, another battle came: in the vast steppes southeast of the Calradia continent, a group of nomads suddenly attacked and seized the entire steppe.

This nomadic tribe called Kugit crossed the mountains further east of the steppes, and with their highly mobile lancers, they attacked the Empire with great rapidity.

In order to cope with this dangerous situation, the nobles immediately increased the taxation of the territory, and the heavy taxes made the people of the empire unbearable.

Hearing this information from the scout's mouth, my father had a big smile on his face, and he patted me on the shoulder and said, "Son, do you want to follow Dad to the battlefield? Dad will show you what a real warrior is!"

The next day, my father gathered a large number of Nord's troops and launched an attack on the Virgians, targeting a large city on the north coast, Zhivacheze.

The Virgians live in the snow all year round and have a strong physique due to the bad weather, but the snow fields of Calradia are far less cold than the ice and snow continent in my hometown, so no matter how strong the Virgians are, how can they be the opponents of the Nord warriors, and the Vigian army has been repulsed again and again.

Behind the army, I watched my father in the distance fight against the rain of arrows, his armor dyed red with blood and shining in the sunlight. I couldn't help but hold my breath, my eyes wide, and a burst of blood welled up in my heart. It was the first time I had felt so strongly about how proud I felt for my father!

Due to the severity of the war, my father sent me back to Sagos, and I regret that I could not continue to witness my father's great journey. The events that followed were also told to me by a wounded soldier after the war.

After the Vigians retreated, they quickly gathered their maximum forces to defend the Živachōze. The Nord's army reached the coast and began its heaviest assault, and it was also the largest battle since the Nord army invaded the continent of Calradia, and later historians called it the "Battle of Zhiwache".

Not only did his father have extraordinary bravery and commanding ability, but his combat effectiveness was also the most superior among all the Nords. Every large-scale war was led by my father, and the warriors were always inspired by his bravery to win more with less. So some people call him the "God of War", a great hero that the Nords have rarely encountered for a thousand years.

This war was no exception, and the Nords, led by their heroes, charged with all their might at the beginning and took the lead. The tactics deployed by my father worked very well in the Plains, and Vigia's cavalry was killed and wounded by the Nords' axes.

Breaking through the obstacles of the plain, the Nord army approached the city of Zhiwacheze near evening. Raining arrows from the sky, the Nord soldiers raised their shields. At this time, the Vigian defenders began to attack from the flanks, and the Nord army was at a disadvantage under the encirclement of the left and right.

The father did not panic, he raised his hand to give an order, and then held a large round shield to resist the rain of arrows, and walked through the group of Vigia soldiers, the sharp iron axe in his hand lightly harvesting one enemy after another. The Nords were inspired by their heroic momentum and brought up all their energy to fight the enemy.

Although I didn't see my father's majestic posture with my own eyes, I can imagine his courage and excitement in the bloody battle, but I didn't expect what would happen next.

The situation was reversed, and the Nord soldiers, led by their father, began to climb the ladder and even a few steps to the city wall. But the Virgian bow and arrow had always been known as a terrifying remnant of Calradia, and the bow and arrow with its powerful wrist whizzed through the round shields of the Nord soldiers, and many of them fell as a result.

Seeing more and more warriors sacrificed, my father couldn't help but roar, threw a few throwing axes, and accurately smashed several archers on the city wall to death, and then took the opportunity to quickly rush up the city wall, and was about to step up the ladder. (To be continued......)