The northwestern frontier of the Holy Empire is a snowy field of snow in all seasons.

It is a long and narrow area, primitive and reckless, bitter cold and treacherous. Legend has it that in the Forest of Death in this area, ancient xenos are hidden; Possessing countless natural treasures can make an ordinary person a "strong man.....

Of course, these are just legends.

Because this snowy field, covered by the reckless primeval forest, inhabited by countless beasts, mysterious and deadly, the intruders have become their excrement or the nutrients of the forest.

No one dares to break into the Forest of Death, but there are dozens of tribes of all sizes living in the northern blood rocks on its periphery.

It was a confederation of subhuman tribes.

They were all vanquished who were banished by humans to this desert region of life after humans became demigods.

It is said that the original name of this area was the Northern Heath.

Later, in the battle that decided the survival of the subhuman tribe, blood flowed throughout the wasteland, and it froze into blood rocks of different sizes and strange shapes in the ice and snow, and this place was renamed the Northern Blood Rock.

It was a war that neither the Human Empire nor the Subhuman Tribal Alliance wanted to talk about again.

More than ten tribes such as bear people, tiger people, and rhino people were completely annihilated and became dust in the long river of history; Dozens of tribes such as fox people, rabbit people, and cat people withered, and only more than 100 old and weak tribes were left to survive, and so far the race has not been allowed to multiply to 1,000 people.

And the Holy Empire is not having a good time.

In the predicament of having no way to retreat and only fighting to the death, the subhuman tribe, with the blessing of awakening the spirits of their ancestors through blood sacrifice and sacrificing the lives of countless people, adopted the tactic of killing the enemy so that the imperial army that set foot in the northern wasteland was not left.

It also brought the war to an end.

Although, with the huge population base of the human race at that time, and then the army requisitioned from the lords from all over the country, it was still possible to completely wipe out the subhuman race in the north at the cost of losing tens of thousands of soldiers.

But this kind of price can only exist in theory.

The more warriors are needed, the more lords will be drawn from their troops, and once there are more people, the mind becomes complicated.

After all, in the earliest human world, there were no empires, only a bunch of kings or lords who were painted kings. Because of the human demigods, these kings or lords had no choice but to take off their crowns and forcibly become part of the Holy Empire.

In the eyes of these lords, if it is necessary to sacrifice for the glory of the Holy Empire, it is glorious and to be recited for all eternity to die with the enemy......

But let not those who die be warriors who belong to me, who do not come from my realm.

What's more, the Northern Blood Rock, which is scarce in resources and has an extreme climate, is not suitable for human habitation, and it can't bring the slightest war dividend to the lords who have been recruited to fight!

So, after that battle, all the human lords lost the courage to continue fighting and the reason to fight for it.

Let those mongrels freeze to death and starve to death on the northern blood rocks!

In the course of the war discussions, they made such a decision with a rare and unanimous voice.

In this regard, the demigods and human emperors could not blame anything.

Because of the rise and expansion of the human empire, the enemy is not only the subhuman tribes.

The snake people who retreated into the terrifying waters and the centaurs who inhabited the northern grasslands were the greatest threat to the human empire and the real henchmen. In the face of a greater crisis, in the compromise that requires the lords everywhere to continue to serve, neither the demigods nor the emperors will completely wipe out the subhuman tribes at the cost of plunging the empire that has been built with great difficulty into internal and external troubles.

In this way, the subhuman tribe survived in the internal constraints of the human empire.

In the extreme climate of the northern blood rocks, many of them froze to death, and many starved to death.

However, with the tenacity in his bones and the desire to return to his ancestors, he has thrived to this day, and during the war years, he formed a tribal alliance to fight against the bloody slaughter and greedy raids of mankind.

Now, the subhuman race, which has multiplied for countless generations, has become the master of this wasteland, and the human race can no longer wantonly go deep into the realm to slaughter, so it is natural to admit their existence.

Time can make people forget many things, and wealth can make people ignore any danger.

As time passed, the human race forgot about the war, and also remembered the teeth, furs, and unique crystals of the precious birds and beasts of the Northern Blood Rock, which were worthless in the sub-human tribes and in short supply in the human world.

Some mercenary human merchants, risking the fate of being skinned alive, tried to reach a trade with the sub-human race under the expulsion of huge profits.

The process is bloody.

In the beginning, countless speculative merchants, poor peasants, desperate thieves and robbers tried to exchange some of the human goods for the sub-humans, and they were all treated in the same way, and the sub-humans held them up to the glory of the ancestral spirit altar - they were sacrificed alive by the hated sub-humans.

Slowly, the first person succeeded.

In a year when blizzards ravaged the winter, and in a cataclysmic year when the subhuman tribes starved to death, a human caravan traded food for monster furs, teeth, and unique crystals.

After returning to the Human Empire, the caravan became rich overnight.

Those caravan guards who used to lick blood with knives and were precarious, everyone has become rich people who own a lot of land and a large number of slaves, and can spend the second half of their lives in peace and prosperity.

The leader of the caravan also donated a lord to build a small castle, and the family became a member of the nobility from then on.

Legendary stories are always sung.

When countless bards sang this story in countless taverns for their livelihood, countless people were so stimulated by the great wealth and status so easily that their eyes turned red, and they all consciously or unintentionally ignored the warning of blood, calling for friends and gangs to rush to the northern blood rocks with food.

A few people are lucky, and they all get their fortune in the story.

But the fate of many more is tragic.

Their skins were discarded in the wilderness and became food for insects and nutrients for the forest; Their flesh had been pickled in the wind and snow on the altar for months, and they had been stripped clean by the snow ravens, a white raven that lived in the blood rocks of the north, the messenger of the ancestral spirits in the eyes of the sub-humans; Even the bones eventually became the beasts of the sub-human race, chewed up into the stomach, and then became excrement.

Success is congratulatory and hyped up; Failure is worthless, no one mentions it.

Slowly, the courage and madness of human beings to die for wealth made even the subhuman tribes become numb.

They were also busy planting crops and teaching their offspring the techniques of hunting and fighting, and they did not have much time to comfort their ancestors at the altar.

Therefore, stimulated by wealth, human beings paved the way of trade with the sub-human race with blood.

It was precisely with the foundation of trade that a family with a fief on the edge of the northern blood rock could rise.

And this epic tribute to the fall of human demigods and the collapse of the empire also slowly kicked off from the struggle of this family.