The sky and the earth were vast, and the snowflakes were dense, almost flooding the continent. The marauders followed the trails, led by the Icewolf and the Mastiff, and ran in the direction of Sawtooth Mountain. The order of the Great Chief Björn was to see people alive and corpses to die. That arrogant Mrs. Keighrie, since you're here, don't think about going back alive.

The hordes of marauders were running across the wasteland, and they couldn't have imagined that these Kislev outlaws would not flee south, but would be deep into the north of the mainland, and they were crazy? The north was the territory of the Bloodaxe Clan and the Dragon-Hunting Clan, and when they got there, there was only one way to die.

The marauders trotted all the way, laughing at the stupidity of their prey.

Suddenly, there was a faint roar in the distant sky.

"What's that?"

"Did I hear me wrong?"

The barbarian warriors stopped and asked each other questions. But no one can give an answer. It's just that the ice wolf next to him began to howl uneasily, using all his strength to break free, and even bit off the rope on his body. The hounds barked incessantly, as if enchanted, frantically trying to escape from the land.

"Damn brute!

The trainers shouted, still unable to control the barking dogs and the wolves. As if a demon was about to descend, all the ice wolves and hounds ran frantically into the depths of the wasteland.

Tribal marauders are just weird, it's perverse......

They looked up at the sky in the distance, only to see a small black dot faintly appear under the clouds in the distance, and soon, the black dot became larger and larger, and the sound became closer and closer......

At first, it was the size of a bean, then it became the size of a goshawk, and then it became as big as a pirate ship...... Battleship in the air......

Yes, it's the Ice Dragon!

Finally, when they were close enough, the marauders could see that it was no ordinary bird, but an ice dragon they had never seen before, even larger than the Chaos Two-Headed Dragon......

[Frigosthe, are you ready?let's go up together and destroy them!]

[Let the frost and snow of the Northland bury them]

On the dragon's back, Rod roared.

In the next second, the dragon roared, spread its wings, and swooped down.

In that moment, the heavens and the earth changed color. A stormy dragon's breath erupted from Frigostel's throat and swept through the positions of the Norsca Marauders. The blue ice flames blasted hundreds of Norsca warriors into the air in an instant, and the bodies of the marauders shattered under the breath of the mighty dragon.

And those carriages, the baggage convoys, were directly impacted into several pieces, the horses neighed and were swept away, and the wolf dogs had no way to escape, drowning in pain in this ice blue storm......

After a round of dive bombing, Rhodes was not satisfied, or rather the ice dragon Frigoste was not satisfied. These savages, hunting her kind, enslaving her kind, today is the day of revenge and reckoning. Today, she is going to pour out all her anger and hatred on these savages.

Carrying Rhodes with him, Frigos once again fanned his wings at low altitude and soared into the sky before the Marauder Hunters could shoot them. The dragon roared, and the sky trembled. The hunters only saw the demonic frost dragon quickly disappear into the black clouds. Soon, she reappeared.

[Kill them all!]

Riding on the back of the dragon, Rhodes shouted.

In an instant, an ice-blue flame flickered in Frigosthe's abdomen, and the hunters didn't even have time to throw their spears before they were drowned out by a storm breath. The dragon's breath swept through the entire ranks of pillagers.

In just two strokes, the entire Norsca Marauder force was declared scrapped, and thousands of Marauder warriors and hunters lay in the snow, barely a single intact corpse. The impact was so great that even the war horses were torn apart.

......

"Father, almost all the knights in the realm have come. Tomorrow morning, we can depart for Kislev City. ”

In the spacious long hall, Nikita stood up straight, swearing to her father.

Father Leonid sat by the fireplace with a serious face. After a long time, he slowly got up from the sofa chair, "There will be more knights coming, and the grain and grass logistics must keep up." My son, this is a storm, and we are already in it, and further, maybe the crown of Jinluan, and a step back, maybe the abyss. ”

Leonid swallowed a puff of his cigarette and spoke earnestly.

"Father?"

Nikita, apparently not understanding what his father was trying to say, stood there with a confused expression.

"You don't understand why we're doing justice for the King of the North this time, are we? ”

The old lord Leonid came over and patted his son on the shoulder.

Nikita just nodded, he really didn't understand that this was a good opportunity for his family to fight for glory, but his father gave it up and carried someone else's banner......

"Let me tell you why, my son. Now in Kislev, the situation is chaotic, Rhodes has disappeared in the north, Tsar Pavel has become a vampire, and Queen Dennis is alone. At such times, anyone can stand up and stand on their own. But as a result, no one can really have an advantage. Why? Lack of overwhelming power. That's what we're trying to do. The north, the north, it looks like a plate of scattered sand, but in fact, there are still many people in the entire north who are loyal to Rod. It's just that a leader is missing. After the civil war, the South actually gained economic privileges, while the North retained military autonomy. If the lords of the northern realm were to assemble, their army would occupy most of Kislev's strength. Under the banner of supporting Rhodes and rescuing the Queen, we can easily get the support of the North. ”

Leonid slowed down, and continued—

"In the name of supporting the North and saving the Queen, the advantage is not only that you can win more alliances. More importantly, it won the hearts and minds of the people. People will see our selflessness and support us even more. The winner is king, and the winner will naturally have more power. Taking a step back, if Rhodes comes back halfway, we are not afraid, and directly let him take over the team, and at that time, if he wins again, then we are also one of the heroes. ”

"Nikita, my son, don't underestimate our King of the North, every time people think he's missing or dead, he's always there at a critical moment. So, although Kislev is now a three-way scuffle, once Rhodes reappears, these three forces will once again tilt towards the north. Who to choose, in fact, is very clear. Finally, morally, we should also support Rhodes, who would still be serving hard labor at the border if his family had not been rescued by Rhodes. Under his banner, the people will at least say that we are affectionate and righteous. Therefore, giving up one's own interests is actually in exchange for greater bargaining chips. ”

With that, Leonid threw the finished cigarette into the fireplace, and the flames burned again.