Rhodes was knocked away, covered in wounds, lying in a pool of blood. The deformed iron armor wrapped in flesh and blood, and red blood continued to spit out from Rod's mouth.

He was no match for Grimg in the first place, and daring to stand in front of him in the face of the most powerful warriors in the Old World was a sign of bravery and fearlessness. It was like a young man who had won and won was standing in front of a middle-aged strong man full of muscles. It was supposed to be a hopeless duel.

However, Rhodes did just that, buying time for 3,000 northern soldiers to cross the river...... Caroline was still casting spells on the shore, she couldn't see what was ahead of her at all, her inner anxiety made her magical energy extremely unstable, the ice began to loosen, and the soldiers cautiously crossed the river.

On the front line, most of the eighteen bear knights of the Knights of the Sons of Ersun have been damaged, they are the warriors blessed by Ersun, the warriors who have been tested. However, in the face of Grimug Ironskin's undead guards, they still seem powerless. After all, the enemy's combat strength is at the same level as theirs, and there are three times as many of them.

The Bear Knights, covered in blood, saw their lord Rod Lawn in front of them, their bodies battered and dying. However, they could not save him. No one can, under the frantic offensive of the undead guards, no one can advance the front. At the same time, the Black Orc King who is holding the Gisnik Giant Axe can be said to be an invincible existence here.

Grimg Ironhide approached Rhodes step by step, and he raised his tomahawk, but he couldn't bear it. After all, the White Bear Lord in front of him was the only opponent he had ever been able to fight for a few rounds. At the moment when the Black Orc King hesitated, a roar louder than the roar of a lion came from the backfield.

Ursok roared and rushed towards him, like a heavy tank, overturning the two undead Guards fighters and crashing directly into the iron sheet. Grimg was clearly unprepared for such an onslaught, and was about to raise his tomahawk to slash at the bear, but Ursock took the lead and knocked him to the ground.

The king of the white bears, the spirit of the northern bear, Ursok is not an ordinary war bear. Born in the coldest forests of the North, it grew up in the savannahs and endless mountains, the king of beasts. The giant bear roared, intimidating all around. Before everyone could react, Usok was already holding Rod's body in his mouth and running towards the riverbank.

Rod only felt that the sky was dark, the earth and stones were flying under his nose, and the sound of fighting was getting farther away. In a daze, a pair of cold hands propped themselves up and helped them onto the horse's back. Rushing towards the icy river.

Roar...... Roar...... Roar......

On the front line, the Giant Bear, the Bear Knight, the Dwarven Butcher Bogul, the High Priest of the Bear God Yeskovich, and the Knight of the Black Hammer Castle Virgil formed the last line of defense, and fought and retreated.

Dwarven musketeers and human archers provide long-range support.

But the greenskins quickly roared and rushed over, the warriors of the Undead Guards were completely different from ordinary orcs, their physique and strength were amazing, and their weaponry was also the top configuration in this greenskinned army. Generally speaking, the average green-skinned orc is armed with only the simplest machetes and battle axes, and is unarmored or wearing leather armor, however, the undead guards around Ironhide are equipped with thick armor that is strong enough to withstand any ranged attack from fifty paces away. Arrows and bullets struck the armor with sporadic scraping sounds, but they did no harm to the black orc warriors under the iron armor.

They roared, closing in on the human front. Behind the legion's improvised fortified line was the Northern Coalition Army, which had almost retreated.

High Priest Yeskovich was knocked to the ground by Ironskin's axe, and just as Grimg Ironhide was about to cut off his head with an axe, a cold wave froze Ironskin's wrists!

"Run!"

Caroline shouted behind her.

It's only a few seconds, but it's enough.

By the time the leader of the Black Orcs, Grimg Ironskin, broke free from the frost and prepared to raise his axe to slash again, the Bear Priest had fled from under his sword. Dragging his scarred body, Yeskovich fled to the shore.

Bogur was still thinking about rushing forward, but was held tightly by the great knight Virgil, and several people worked together to pull the butcher back from the battlefield. In his rage, Bogur beat the people around him, and finally the group had to lift him up and carry him to the river......

Behind him, Ironhide roared, and in front of him was the only Frost Witch present. Caroline used her last strength to cast a frost spell. Layers of frost climbed up Ironskin's legs and feet, his body and cheeks. White frost and snow covered its face, and the orc's body heat quickly melted it, then covered and melted again.

The magic slowed Ironskin's speed, and although it couldn't hurt half a point, it bought the last warrior time to cross the river. It wasn't until everyone had crossed the river that Caroline stopped casting the spell and turned on her horse. The war horse stepped on the ice and crossed the river at a rapid pace. Behind the Frost Witch was the ice that shattered.

Crushed ice flows downstream along the current.

The twin rivers in late autumn, although not too deep, are enough to block the green skin, and on both sides of the twin rivers, there are two completely different groups of people. One is the elite green-skinned army led by the Black Orc King Grimg, who are bloodthirsty and brutal, each in a state of excitement and slaughter, unable to cross the river, and furious. On the other side, there are reinforcements from the north led by Lord Rhodes of Blackhammer Castle, who are exhausted and scarred. The two sides looked at each other on the bank of the river, and there was only hatred and anger in their eyes.

However, no one can cross the river again. The Twin River, an iconic river that divides the north and south of Kislev, is bracketed by an even more famous castle, Grizzly Fort. It was a mountain fortress that even the Ice Queen had a headache for.

A cold wind blew, and Grimug Ironhide stared at Rhodes, the Grand Lord of Blackhammer Castle, on the other side of the river. He remembered this man, remembered this opponent. The battle between them is not over.

......

A few days later, the first snow fell in the north. The sprinkled snowflakes drowned the green-skinned army in the vast white again. Grimgue held his tomahawk, which had slaughtered thousands, with a look of resentment. He knew he had to find his next opponent. The northern border of Kislev is like chicken ribs. He could not find his enemies here. It could take months to catch up with the White Bear Lord again, and in winter, the snowflakes would only get bigger and bigger, and there wasn't enough food here, so it wasn't necessary to spend the whole winter here for the sake of a few people.

Grimg Ironhide shook his head, shaking the snow off his head, and he decided to head south, back to where he had started. The goblin scouts reported that there was a nest of rats beneath the pitch-black fortress in the Endless Mountains. There are thousands of nezumi in it, and crucially, there are mushrooms underground...... Enough greenskins to spend the whole winter there.