As the news of the victory of the Northern Alliance continued, the Ice Queen Caterina finally couldn't sit still. She paced anxiously back and forth in the ice hall. From a small frontier lord to a commander of the North, and then even a coalition of empires, threatening the Kislev regime. This is something that Caterina never thought, Rod, I should have pinched you to death at Blackhammer eight years ago. Caterina said to herself. This is a fact, at that time, Rhodes was just an insignificant little lord on the border, and the queen pinched him to death as easily as an ant. However, the timing was missed, and looking back, it was too late.

All Caterina can do now is gather as much strength as possible to push the forces of the north back. Yes, now, it's no longer repression. After several battles, the forces of the North are now equal to or even surpass those of the South. After all, the Griffin Legion is the second most powerful legion in Kislev after the Shooting Corps. And now, it's on the northern side.

Caterina decided to take a trip out of town herself. But the aim was not to meet this great army from the north head-on, but to move south, gathering a larger army than the north. The perfunctory words of the southern lords had seen enough. Now, she will force troops from all over the country, and if she doesn't cooperate, she will have to wait for Blizzard to bury their territory.

The moment she walked out of the Winter Palace, Caterina felt exhausted. This country, she used to work so hard to maintain it, so hard to govern it. However, rebellion after rebellion pushed Kislev to the brink of collapse. Repeated repressions have further shattered this already unstable kingdom.

They will eventually understand that it is not so easy to rule a country. Caterina said to herself, and at the same time, to her opponent.

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"Father, father, queen, the Ice Queen is here!"

Lone Wind City, the largest castle in the south, welcomes the Ice Queen's first visit. Milda, the heir of forty years old, ran into the room of the old lord Medri in a panic to report the matter. Of course, as the lord of Lonewind City, Medri had already learned about this. He has ruled the castle for almost sixty years. When he was a young man, he assassinated his older brother and received the dominion of the castle from his own. Today, at the age of 60, he still holds the lifeblood of the castle. It's just that his son Milda has completely lost the style he had back then. He is like a pet in a cage, who only knows how to find the owner when he encounters things.

Looking at her son, who ran in in a panic, Medri felt regretful. He should let his child go out to experience more, instead of blindly protecting him in his arms. The situation in Kislev is changing, and the situation in Kislev today and Kislev back then are completely different situations.

Once the flames of war will never spread to the south, it now seems that there are no absolutes.

"Tell me, kid, are you panicking?"

Medri stared at his child with those vicissitudes of life. It's like questioning, it's like interrogation.

"Panic?" Milda, apparently stopped by her father's words, stammered in a nervous expression, "No, I didn't. I didn't panic. ”

Subconsciously, his hand tightened the corner of his clothes.

"You're lying!" reprimanded Medry, in a deep, hoarse voice, "Growing up, every word you say can't escape my eyes. ”

"You feel fear, because that woman is disturbing you, you feel that you have deceived her, she has come to ask for sin, so you feel fear. You've heard of the Ice Queen's countless ways to kill people, so you're afraid of death. ”

The old lord's words stuck like a thorn in Mirda's heart. He was right every word, as if he had no privacy in front of him, as if it were transparent.

"I ......"

"There's nothing to be afraid of, Milda! I'm too old to stand behind you forever. ”

The old lord Medri whispered. His voice was full of pain, but Milda didn't hear it. He just stood there, his mind only thinking about the fear of the cold ice for the queen.

"That old monster is coming, but you still can't hand over the power. "Central Plains Book Bar

Medri said, and got up from the fur chair. His gaze was like that of a goshawk, staring at the cowering and cowardly child in front of him.

"But...... But the Snow Queen ......"

"She's the queen now, and she won't be there in a few months!"

The old lord interrupted his son. He stood aggressively in front of Milda. His eyes were filled with unprecedented majesty.

"That ......"

"I'll deal with her. All you need to do is sit on the throne of the lord of the Lonewind Castle and wait quietly. This storm is coming to an end, and it comes and goes as fast as it goes. ”

The old lord Medeli said meaningfully, though his son did not quite understand the meaning of these words.

The light of the fireplace reflected Medry's old face, and he sat back down in his fur chair, his brow furrowed.

"I will take the young soldiers and the queen north. As for you. ”

The old lord said, refocusing his gaze on his son Milda.

"As for you, you have to keep the castle defenders firmly in your own hands. In the future, that's a necessary bargaining chip for your survival. Whether Caterina or Rhodes won the war, this army will be an important force to retain your title. Got it?"

Meadri said earnestly.

"Father, you?"

Milda could hear the sad meaning.

"Yes, you guessed it right, she will not stop until I go back with the queen herself. "Haha, my old bones can still ride horses and draw swords, and I can be considered half a knight." At least, the soldiers were willing to listen to me. ”

"Father, no!

Milda didn't even think about it, and blurted out. Even if his father questioned him and scolded him. However, without a father, he felt at a loss in his heart. From childhood to adulthood, he grew up under the discipline and care of his father. If you encounter a problem and can't solve it in the end, you will find your father. And now, my father wants to say goodbye. Although the Northern War would not necessarily kill his father, he was so old after all. In his sixties, with gray hair, unable to ride even a horse, exhausted from the war, and perilous on the battlefield, Milda heard that many of his soldiers had died in the north. He couldn't watch his father die.

"It's the only way!"

But Medeli was determined.

"You should always grow! It's an inevitable process, and it's only my fault for delaying the process. ”

The old lord blamed himself. At this moment, above the city tower, a horn sounded to welcome the queen into the city.