When the news of the defeat in the Ugoland Valley was brought to the royal capital of Kislevgrad by the wind-winged cavalry who broke through the siege, the meeting between the Privy Council and the noble Duma almost fell into despair. Because the confident White Tsar, His Majesty Boris IV, took almost all the main forces of King Kislev's army, including the most important ice archmages and the most powerful court dukes. In fact, not only the White Tsar and the dukes were killed in battle, but even the Prime Minister of the Kingdom, Marquis Antonov, was killed in battle, because he was also the chief ice mage of the Kislev court, and the center of the kingdom was almost paralyzed.

But the leaderless situation soon came to an end, and Tsar Boris's sister, Princess Catalina, stepped forward to stabilize the situation. At the age of twenty-four, she is a powerful mage and has her own troops, the so-called "Flowers of Ice and Fire". It was a six-thousand-strong legion, known for its expertise in firearms and magic, and had fought wars against orcs and chaos dwarves. The princess, who had been in war since she was sixteen years old, had just returned from the east with the legion. She was on her way to mediate the disputes of the eastern dukes, but unexpectedly kept the last remaining elite army for the Kislev army.

Caterina is a resolute person, and she makes decisions quickly. The first was to evacuate two-thirds of the citizens of the royal capital as quickly as possible, and then to quickly move the peasants and herdsmen southward, and the entire fortress and city within a radius of hundreds of miles of the royal capital did not hesitate to give up, and concentrated all the elite troops, firearms, and reserves in Kislevgrad. Except, of course, for some of the best cavalry elites.

"A scattered finger is easy to break, but a clenched fist is hard to break. It would be foolish to scatter the precious elite troops in various doomed strongholds, and victory would only be possible if they were concentrated in the defense of the capital. But the elite of the Wind Wing on the steppe should play a role on the battlefield where he can play, and I believe that you will bring reinforcements from the dukes of the east and south!"

The eldest princess and the chief of the wind winged cavalry and the bear cavalry, the grand speaker of the noble Duma, and the only remaining marshal of the kingdom--- Duke Morozov hugged him one last time, and then watched the silver-haired old man and the five thousand cavalry walk out of the bronze gate of the ice and snow king's capital. It was a forced parting, but it was necessary, because it was necessary to have a retainer of the kingdom to command the many unruly dukes of the steppe. Duke Morozov was the cousin of the White Tsar Boris, and there was no better candidate for him.

Despite the Privy Council's suggestion to go south, Princess Celestia and the young new Tsar Alexander II remained firmly in the capital. The young princess is determined to live and die with Kislevgrad, and the fate of the entire kingdom of ice and snow will be determined by the success or loss of Kislevgrad. Because the ice and snow kingdom on this steppe does not have Marshal Marius and the imperial military code, but it has fifty dukes separated by thousands of miles. They were far more independent than each of the Electors of the Empire, and there were even frequent civil wars. With the exception of the thirteen dukes of the royal family, most of the remaining thirty-seven dukes of the family did not regard the Privy Council and the Duma as one thing, and the only bond that maintained the unity of the country was the oath and loyalty of the dukes to the crystal bear throne of the Rurik family for hundreds of years.

And so it was, Princess Caterina, the Prince Regent, completed it all in twenty-seven days, and hardly a day was wasted. 200,000 lightly armed citizens scattered to the south and west under the protection of the city's volunteers. Twenty-four thousand elite soldiers from various cities and fortresses rolled into the city of Kislevgrad with cattle, sheep and grain carts. This was an incomparably precious twenty-seven days, because on the twenty-eighth day, the Chaos Front Army appeared on the horizon of the Ice and Snow King's Capital. The long siege began, and the deserted Stahlund Castle easily fell into the hands of a Chaos Division.

For several months, there have been mixed opinions about the choice of the princess of the northern kingdom, such as the famous dwarven butcher Prince Grime Steelbeard, who decided that it was inappropriate to give up several castles. THE DWARVES LIKE TO USE THE INTERLOCKING CASTLE SYSTEM FOR EXHAUSTING MULTIPLE DEFENSES, SO THAT EVEN IN THE FACE OF THE MOST TERRIBLE GREENSKIN STORM, THE SO-CALLED "WAHHHHHHHHHH!" HAS THE ABILITY TO DEAL WITH IT CALMLY. All in all, the little girl is too rash, and women are unreliable, so the great butcher kingdom will never accept self-righteous women......

However, the chief general of the Duchy of Avalan, the Grand Mentor of the Knights of the Sun, Annec, refuted the fallacy of the dwarven butcher, believing that the princess had the right response. He told Graeme Steelbeard that Kislev was an open terrain of a thousand miles of plains, and that most of the castles were civil structures, and the best of them were red bricks, and that it was ridiculous to infer from the solid granite castles of the Dwarven nations in the midst of the majestic mountains. Kislev has no one-size-fits-all terrain, and the only result of placing a small number of troops in various cities is a swift and useless demise. As for "mutual support"? Are you kidding! Did His Majesty the Honorable Prince of the Butcher think that there is a network of tunnels under the steppes of Kislev as under the cities of Karl Karak?

The logic of the Grand Mentor of the Knights of the Burning Sun is very reasonable, even the bad-tempered Prince Butcher Graeme Steelbeard has nothing to say, considering that dealing with the Chaos Storm is the first purpose at present, the Prince Butcher gave up the idea of writing the name of the Great Mentor into the Book of Hatred, and instead engaged in a friendly killing match with His Excellency the Great Mentor. Advancing from the south to the north of the empire will pass through many uninhabited jungles, where there are Chaos Beastmen, and along the way the two warriors and their armies collect piles of beastman leaders and wizard brains, and the score is always tight.

But in a few months, His Majesty the Prince of the Butcher seemed to have the upper hand, because when the great battle to cross the Tenez River and recapture the castle of Ksdallund began, the 90,000 Imperial troops who had come from thousands of miles finally saw the true face of this ancient castle. Although it has collapsed a lot, it is still the remains of a dwarven castle with a 46-meter-high core, and a triad of impressive walls that amaze the army with its imposing towers and vaults. When they saw the countless Slaanesh banners flying over the castle, even the battle-hardened veterans couldn't help but blame the northern princess for her rashness.

Seizing this opportunity, the sturdy king with a long red cockscomb head found Honecker, who was arranging the artillery of the Avalan, on the artillery position of the Imperial army, and he dealt the golden-armored Sun Knight General a head-on blow in a mocking tone, which was simple, but extremely lethal.

"What a village of mud and pine! What a far-sighted princess! Hmph!"

Prince Butcher Graeme Steelbeard shook his red cockscomb, glanced sympathetically at the chief general of the Duchy of Avalan, then opened his silver bottle and hurried back to the dwarven forces in two steps. Of course, it was the great restraint that kept him from uttering the third sentence, or the deadliest hammer in his language----- "what a well-informed and logical old knight". Because Graeme felt that he had won and there was no need to provoke a worthless duel, and although he was never afraid of duels, the sturdy butcher prince believed that his great rune battle axe should be cut down on the body of the Chaos Demon.

"There is no human being who does not make mistakes, except the great gods. If it weren't for the timely evacuation of 200,000 citizens of the royal capital by Her Highness Caterina, we would only be able to see a ruin that had fallen due to famine! We have steel cannons and great mages, and this ruined castle can't stop us!

After a moment of silence, the firm voice of the Grand Mentor of the Knights of the Burning Sun rang out behind the Prince of the Butcher. This sentence is very reasonable, but it is suspected of diverting the topic. But it didn't matter, because the prince of the cockscomb had put his bottle into it wholeheartedly, and drinking wine before the great war was the usual way of the butchers.

But something that the two great warriors did not expect happened, when the arc of countless artillery fire swept over the towers of the castle, when the dense soldiers rushed over the ice towards the Chaos position, suddenly a spectacular fireworks rose into the sky with half of the tower, and the sound of a huge explosion crushed everything. After the fireworks cleared, all the soldiers of the coalition army were surprised to see the red flag of Kislev raised over the core castle, and the white Holy Bear spirit crest shone with holy light in the snowy sky.

Backyard fires in the final battle are terrifying, even against the ferocious Chaos army. The Chaos soldiers of the brigade are in disarray, believing that they have a traitor within themselves. The already discordant Kugans and the Norse began to clash with each other, and the Imperial army did not hesitate to seize the opportunity to launch a general attack. The brave Grand Mentor of the Knights of the Burning Sun was the first to rush into the enemy's position, because it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and the best way for him to prove his victory.

Less than two hours later, the Empire's Eagle Banner proudly planted the massive granite walls of Starlund Castle, and the centaurs of Chaos Slaanesh scattered like a colony of panicked ants. Unfortunately, after a strong trumpet, the 20,000 cavalry of the eastern dukes of Kislev came from the northeast, their horses and wind wings trampling the chaotic chaos army under their feet, and their bows and arrows descended on the chaotic ranks like dark clouds. At the same moment, the mighty butcher prince personally cut down the second Seekers chariot of the Slaanesh, and the horned heads of the four Slaanesh made him stand out from anyone.

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"In this case, it seems that our two great heroes still have not decided the victory?, but it is quite appropriate, because the face of both Excellencies can be perfectly saved. ”

Hyde looked at Officer Kislev, who had ended the long memory with a sell-out expression, and laughed out loud, pulling the reins of his horse tightly. Now the young god was immediately on the edge of the ice-covered river of the Tenez River, and by his side were the remnants of the great battle that had taken place ten days earlier. Behind him were fluttering imperial flags and midland's flags, spears and swords like dense woods, and it was clear that the mighty cavalry were showing signs of relief, for victory was always a joyful thing.

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