The city of Kislev, where ice and light alternate, is half cloudy and half sunny.

The Northern Coalition defeated the Southern Legion, and the Ice Queen's regular legion defeated the Griffin Legion, and the two news reached the city at the same time, and several families were happy and some were sad.

For ordinary people, Rod's defeat of Erin and the defeat of the Southern Army by the Northern Army have undoubtedly laid the foundation for the outcome of the civil war - the Ice Queen is gone. This is great news for the low-level civilians who are suffering from hunger and cold. But for the big nobles, it was a bolt from the blue. Everyone knew that as soon as the ragged northern army entered the city, it would be these great nobles who supported the queen first.

Chaos unfolded in the thousand-year-old city, where several families were busy fleeing, a large number of richly decorated carriages were parked outside the mansions, and the villas outside the city were crowded with retainers and slaves carrying goods. Of course, the heads of several families had already smelled the gunpowder in advance, felt that something was wrong with the Ice Queen, transferred their possessions early, and sent their children to the neighboring empire for refuge at the beginning of the civil war. Now, these families can be described as traveling lightly.

The convoys and convoys were crowded by water and land, and the evacuation of several great nobles almost removed half of the city's wealth. The rest are fixed assets that cannot be removed - farmland and factories......

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"Her Majesty, Her Majesty ......"

Marilyn the witch asked anxiously, the Ice Queen Caterina had been standing on the top of the mountain for more than an hour, and her eyes were full of sadness and melancholy that she hadn't seen in a hundred years. The Confederates were defeated, and their own troops were able to fight Rhodes' Northern Legion, but civil strife broke out again in the city of Kislev. She didn't have time left, and if she chose to face Rhodes' army, the outcome was still uncertain. By the time she faced the Northern Legions, the city of Kislev would have been in chaos. The secret letter has been delivered, and the nobles have fled in a panic. If you don't go back, you'll be left with an empty city in Kislev.

Maybe there's another option: let the defenders seal down the city and send the undead army to the walls, but has it already got? Maybe not. Katerina knew that as long as she went back now, she would be able to rush to Kislev City in three days, and it would be far easier to close the city and defend the city than to fight in the field, Kislev City was not an ordinary city, it was the capital of the country, and it had up to three years of food reserves. The northern army went south from the north, and it was very difficult to transport supplies, and if they besieged the city, they could only besiege it for half a year at most, and when winter came, they could only retreat if they did not capture the city. Reason tells Caterina that she should withdraw her troops and withdraw to the city. Stick to this thousand-year-old city. The ancient and tenacious city of Kislev is the spirit and symbol of the country, and even the Chaos Invasion never captured it. What's more, now it's just a bunch of ragged northern barbarians?

"Withdraw the troops, return to Kislev. ”

On the hill of the lonely wind, Caterina turned her head and said in a cold, weak voice.

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Wharton Plains, the grasslands after the Great War were covered with rivers of blood, the corpses of soldiers were piled up, and the thick smell of blood attracted hundreds of corrupted birds, vultures, and all kinds of wild beasts. In order to prevent these corpses from being resurrected and used again in the near future, Rhodes left some of them behind and ordered them to burn all the corpses. He pointed his sword at the capital city - Kislev. There, not only the Tsar's throne, but more importantly, there was his own daughter - Dennis. For this war, he and Dennis were separated for seven years. In the past seven years, the feeling of longing has not diminished, but has become more and more intense. If there is anyone I dare not see at this moment, I am afraid that it is only Dennis. Rhodes didn't know, he didn't know how she would look and react when she saw her daughter again, was it excitement and sadness, or was she complaining and resentful? When she didn't stand in front of her daughter, Rhodes didn't know, and he just wanted to get on the road quickly and take the city of Kislev.

It's just that there's one more thing to do before hitting the road. That was the funeral of the old lord Bertner. As lord of the Hearth, Böltner participated in almost all of the northern wars. In the decisive battle with the Southern Army, the old lord took the lead and fought bravely, but finally died at the hands of the archmage Irene. This is the third Northern Lord to die in the entire Kislev civil strife. The dawn of victory is at hand, but the price of this victory is enormous.

May the morning star guide your soul.

[When the night no longer frightens you]

[Death will accept you to rest in the kingdom of souls]

On a wooden frame made of twigs and broken wood, the old lord lay peacefully, and the Moorish priests recited eulogies as heavy and long as poetry. Since Rhodes allowed Moorishism to spread again in Kislev, Moorish priests have officiated funerals for thousands of soldiers and civilians. The attitude of the people towards it cannot change immediately, but they are used to it.

On the wooden frame, Bötner's cold body lay straight. When he died on the battlefield, his body was pierced by a frost spear, leaving a large hole in his abdomen. Moreover, the whole person was blackened by freezing. In order to have a dignified funeral, the servants wrapped it in blankets and costumes to cover up the wounds on the body. His eyes were covered with two prosthetic eyes, and his hair was cleanly washed. Without armor, Bötner was like a kind old man rather than a fierce warrior.

The eldest son, Jones, walked slowly to the cremation altar, holding the torch in one hand. There wasn't a tear on his face, and his father had taught him from a young age that Hearthcity needed lords like lions, not crying cowards. Jones kept his word. He fought side by side with his father on the battlefield, and now it's time for him to transform into a real man. The eldest son inherited, he will be the new lord of Hearth, which is understandable, and the two younger brothers stand under the stage with complicated eyes. The emotions that lie behind the grief are elusive.

As the torch fell, flames quickly ignited from under the crematorium, creating a thick smoke that enveloped Böltner's body. The heat wave followed, and in the red firelight, the corpse of the old lord and old comrade-in-arms gradually burned. The vultures screeched in the sky, as if resentful of the dissipation of the delicacy.

Standing in front of the roaring fire, Rhodes was in a solemn mood. Because, Erin is not the only opponent, nor the last opponent. The Ice Queen is still there, the Shooting Army is still there, and the army of the dead is still there...... Although it was only seven days away from the city of Kislev, it was a long time than all the previous days.

The closer you get to the result, the more panic you get. As he gazed at the flames, Rhodes seemed to see himself burning?......