Oden is a country where the winter lasts for 5 years, and the sky is full of snowflakes at any time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoOn the school grounds of Winter Rin City, another group of new fighters are being trained, and at the front of the team is a girl with long blue hair. At the age of 18, she was a knight of the Imperial Palace, tasked with training new soldiers. Her long blue hair was covered with snowflakes and she was dressed in silver-white armor that reflected the winter sunset.

At this moment, there was a light snow in the sky, and the breath of the warriors was intertwined into a network of steaming snow-white fog in the cold morning air, and the limbs seemed to be about to freeze. As she leaned against the wall, she shook her head helplessly as she watched the arrows fired by the warriors miss their targets perfectly, and the snow fell from her long blue hair.

"Recruits, archery depends on arm strength, waist strength and endurance, and a bow like your half-hung one can't shoot accurately!" said Yalais, "take my bow!"

One of the sergeants beside Jareth immediately presented the box with her bow in it. The bow is called "Frost" and is made of thousand-year-old cedar wood and ancient ice. The shape of the bow is not ornate, but the cold ice wrapped around the cedar seems to constantly exude a cold air, giving people a sense of holiness. There is no wood more tenacious today than the thousand-year-old fir.

But Aleth thought for a moment, put the frost down again, and took from the hand of a warrior a longbow issued by ordinary troops.

Koyales raised her longbow in her left hand, took a deep breath and held her breath, pulled the string, took aim, and stared at a man-sized tree in the distance. "Look!"

Kyales's right hand loosened, and the arrow shot out quickly, and the silver-white arrow pierced the air with a sharp sound, piercing the trunk of the tree in an instant, and then, with the sound of the trunk cracking, the tree fell to the ground with a thud.

There was a burst of cheers all around.

"Don't just cheer, I'm here to show you that skill can cover up the lack of equipment, and give me practice until every arrow hits the bull's-eye!" said Jareth with majesty, and she was no less inferior to a man in training a soldier. But Yalais leaned against the trunk of the tree, watching the snowflakes whirl down in the sky, and her fingers ran her shoulder-length blue hair—her hair was as pure as the sky, as blue as the sky, and she thought to herself that she could only live in such mediocrity? She was not satisfied with her present achievements beyond the ordinary. Crewe ...... What should I do......"

"Lord Keraeth, His Majesty has summoned you to the palace. The herald said softly, as if not daring to disturb Kyales's musings, and in fact Kyales had not noticed the herald's arrival at all, and she was suddenly stunned, and came back to her senses from her musings—which would have been fatal in battle.

"Understood, I'll go right away!"

The silver boots rustled on the snow, but Jalais tied up her long hair, grabbed her helmet and tucked it under her armpits, and hurried towards the main hall.

But Yalais walked up the steps to the castle, which was flanked by tall walls, which kept the enemy out and enclosed the castle like a cage, giving people a sense of oppression. On the passage of the city wall, several guards were patrolling, observing the movement outside the city through the holes in the wall bricks. Outside the castle, the shores of Whispering Bay are an important transportation hub for Oden, and at the moment dozens of warships are moored in several rows at the docks. The patrolling soldiers also realized that the kingdom was about to make a big move.

The guards outside the main hall recognized the chief at a glance, and immediately stood up straight and saluted: "Sir Love!" Koyales nodded to the guards, and then walked into the main hall.

The walls and floor of the main hall are made of bluestone bricks, and there is no other decoration, except for a row of flags hanging on the walls on both sides. There are no windows in the halls, except for side doors that lead to the upper floors of the castle. In the middle of the main hall are two extra-long wooden tables, which have always been used for deliberations except during meal times. At the end of the main hall is a throne also carved out of bluestone bricks, and next to the throne is a brazier for heating. The whole hall is just like its name, the Snow Hall, and although there is not a trace of snow, it makes people feel extremely cold, and this solemn atmosphere makes people feel serious as soon as they walk in.

King Arryn III of Oden, Stan Arryn was curled up in his throne, his withered hands trembling as he pointed to Koyales, who was kneeling on one knee at the bottom of the steps.

Stan Arryn was not as weak as he is now when he conquered the North, he was never merciful to his enemies, and cold-blooded slaughter was commonplace for him, so he was called the "Ice Ghost", and he was once the legend of Oden when he became what he is now. He became suspicious, scheming, and turned a blind eye to all the evil deeds of his sons. But he was still the king of Oden, and the people were still willing to swear allegiance to him.

"Coryalys Love, you are my best subordinate and my most trusted...... Ahem...... Now, Miller's enemies are eyeing him, in order to defend Winterin City and defend Oden, I hereby appoint you as the vanguard of the raid, lead 3,000 elite troops to quickly land Miller, clear the way for the follow-up troops, and annihilate Miller together with the army of the ally Vasilian!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"Also, I will order my third son, Prince Chloe, to walk with you to boost your morale!

"Yes, Father!" came a handsome man in a noble robe, pale and shoulder-length, with a golden ring on his forehead that symbolized his power and status, and a purple gem set in it. His eyebrows were as thin as the moon, his eyes were indifferent and mysterious, tall and thin, and clearly untrained.

"My subordinates will do their best to protect the safety of His Royal Highness!" said Koyales, with her right arm on her chest.

"Sir Love, please take care of me in the future!" Prince Chloe bowed, and as he stood up, Kjares could vaguely see him lick his lips and a creepy smile flashing across his face.

A day later.

On the shores of Whispering Bay, Kyales led three thousand elite soldiers and boarded ten warships with Prince Chloe, with different ideals and goals, but with the same goal - to defeat Miller and return triumphantly.

As she stood in the bow of the boat, she looked up at the snowflakes falling slowly, and she remembered the man who had taught her to grow up. "Crewe, look at it......"