The wind cried like a child in pain, and the mist-like wind and snow raged in the endless wasteland, showing no signs of slowing down or stopping.

The soldiers dragged their tired bodies forward, but as the wind and snow became heavier, the footprints of the original savages became more and more difficult to find, and the heavy snow covered their footprints. Scouts scout back and forth, but fewer and fewer returned.

Did they get lost in the snow? Seedorf asked himself.

No one will answer him, and no one will answer him. The entire Imperial Legion came from the South, and no one had experience fighting on the Northern Continent.

They only faintly heard the howl of wolves coming from the misty wind and snow, which seemed to be more terrifying and sharper than last night's. This reminded Seedorf of what Lord Rhodes of Kislev had said before his departure in the Imperial capital of Aldolph - the climate in the Northlands would be far worse than you think. It was not the armies of the barbarians that really defeated the legions, but the harsh climate!

When Seedorf thinks about it now, he can't help but regret a little, the soldiers are exhausted and in a dilemma. The whereabouts of the barbarian army are unknown, and it is not easy to retreat, and if the wind and snow do not stop, their speed will be greatly reduced. At the same time, there is the danger of disorientation. If the wind and snow are raging for more than a week, the supply will be urgent. In such places, it is extremely difficult to get food supplies, because no one knows how to hunt on the continent of Nosca.

Woo......

The low, majestic sound of a horn in the cold wind pulled Seedorf back to reality from his chaotic thoughts. He was in a trance, this was not the clarion call of the Imperial Legion, well, it was?...... The Norscan barbarian army?

Immediately afterward, a second horn pierced through the fog and through the wind and snow. Accompanied by the sound of the horn, there was a wolf howl one after another.

"Icewolf!"

The soldiers shouted with fear, for they heard far more howls than they had done last night. The voice seemed to have a magical power, piercing through the wind and snow, penetrating people's hearts, and spreading fear.

"Prepare for battle!"

The commander of the artillery, Turas, immediately ordered.

The artillerymen pushed the heavy artillery and prepared to enter the battle. But the cold wind raged, and the snowflakes flew, forming a snow curtain that obscured the view of the regimental artillery. Even with a telescope in hand, you can't see through where the enemy is.

All they knew was that the voice was coming from all directions.

"Look! What's that?!"

Immediately after, the soldiers in the front row heard the cries of terror.

Following the direction from which the voice came, Seedorf saw an image that he would never forget in his life—the mammoth war elephant that resembled a giant tower!

In the misty wind and snow, the mammoth war elephant hissed, and the sound pierced through the wind and snow, making the hearts of the imperial soldiers tremble.

Immediately afterward, the soldiers gradually saw that under the giant tower-like mammoth war elephant, there was a dense crowd of Norscan barbarian warriors. The Marauder infantry is like ants under these war behemoths.

For a moment, Seedorf even panicked, he had never seen such monsters, and he didn't know how to deal with them. I have only seen the bits and pieces of information about these northern behemoths in the Great Library of Aldolph.

"All artillery, aim at the mammoth!"

Without waiting for Seedorf's order, the commander-in-chief of the artillery, Turas, had already given the order without authorization. At the critical moment of life and death, it is too late to wait for Seedorf to order.

"Fire!"

"Fire! Kill these brutes!"

Turas ordered loudly. Even though he has experienced a hundred battles, but in the face of such a giant beast and such a critical scene, Turas can't help but feel highly nervous.

Moments later, cannons, rocket artillery, mortars fired in unison. Between the white sky and the earth, the red light flickered, and it was the fire of the imperial artillery.

Cannonballs galloped by, whizzing into the Norscan horde, splashing snow around the mammoth elephants. Some of the Marauder infantrymen standing at the feet of the mammoth elephants were hit by the rain of shells, and their bodies were torn apart on the spot......

However, this did not stop the beasts and the horde armies from advancing.

Roar ......

Soon, roars erupted, and thousands of Marauder warriors, stimulated by the horns of midwinter, frantically poured into the Imperial Coalition positions.

Seedorf stood still, his mind blank, as if he had heard the horn of death, heard the call of death......

Hordes of Marauder cavalry rushed forward first, as if ambushed, and the Ivey musketeers had little time to react, and before the spear infantry could form a defensive phalanx, a large number of Marauder cavalry roared in, easily crushing the large number of Imperial Musketeers. The screams of the soldiers and the neighing of the horses rang out.

Seedorf was at the front of the line, he couldn't see what was going on, no orders were given. He just stared at the herd of mammoth elephants in front of him that was getting closer and closer to the artillery line...... Yes, the herd of war elephants...... At least three giant mammoth war elephants were scurrying towards the Imperial artillery positions.

"Free Fire!"

Tulas's tense nerves tended to collapse, as did the soldiers on the front lines of the Reich. Although the spearmen and sword and shield infantry followed, the psychology of the Imperial soldiers was already broken in the face of the wild beasts that rushed in. These giant beasts, which can only be seen in legends, really appeared in front of them at this moment, the earth trembled because of the trampling of the giant beasts, and the cold wind blew a violent wind, playing the elegy of the imperial coalition army.

"Kill them all!

The commander of the Norska army, Egil Steelebjörn, yelled.

Marauder infantry, Marauder cavalry, ice trolls, and mammoth war elephants swooped down on the trembling Imperial Expeditionary Force legions.

"Hold your ground!"

Turas shouted loudly, but to no avail. When the mammoth war elephant rushed in front of them, the psychological defense line of the imperial artillery collapsed, and they could no longer stand such a terrifying picture, and they threw down the artillery in their hands and fled.

However, surrounded on all sides, there is no way to escape......

Trampled to death, killed countless Imperial artillerymen.

The musketeers and crossbow regiments had long since lost their formation, and they fell apart under the onslaught of the barbarian army, fighting on their own. Arrows and bullets flew wildly, and the terrified cries of Imperial soldiers and the frantic roars of marauders filled the ears.

"Protect the Lord!"

The cavalry commander Steele roared loudly, and the few Imperial knights began to gather towards their commanders and lords.

Seedorf's side, the Imperial Guard resisted to the death, and the Captain of the Praetorian Guard stabbed the Marauder warrior in the eye with a sword, blood gushed out of the Marauder's eye socket, stepping on the enemy's chest, and the Janissary Captain drew his short sword. Another marauder infantryman, armed with an axe, rushed forward with a wild scream. The captain of the guard knelt down on one knee, clutched his shield, and the moment the enemy pounced on him, he slammed the Marauder dish, sending the furious Marauder warrior flying straight out. Before the other party had time to get up, the ivory sword stabbed down cleanly, and pierced the marauder's throat with a single sword.

But except for a few elite of the Empire who could fight the Norscan barbarian warriors, most of the infantry of the Imperial Alliance had long since collapsed in such a terrifying environment.

In the wasteland, patches of Imperial soldiers fell screaming, and the blood of the Imperials stained the barren northern land......