Bacchus's iron-clad hand brushed the mane on the horse's back, comfortable, like an autumn wheat field, exuding the warmth of life. He looked up at the canyon beneath his feet. It was a snow-covered canyon, wide and huge, and a strong northerly wind was howling through it to the south. Just walk through this canyon and the city of Kislev is within easy reach.

When summer comes, the snowflakes are melting. Large tracts of land have appeared in black-brown soil, instead of the endless snow-white of the north. In the cold wind, Bacchus held the reins and rode on horseback to the top of the mountain, and at the foot of the mountain was a huge army of griffins. The griffon legion, made up of 20,000 Kislev veterans, is slowly making its way through the valley. It is also ironic that Bacchus considered himself a loyal vassal, and although he was not part of Kislev's official army, for a hundred years, whenever the tsar asked for it, they would be the first to come to their aid. No matter the reward, no matter the risk. Today, this ace army of Kislev has become the vanguard of the rebellion against the Tsar.

Perhaps decades ago, they should have seen the hoax clearly. Thinking that he had slaughtered Lady Keshley for the vampire queen seven years earlier, Bacchus regretted it. He regretted that he had been lied and blinded by appearances. He should have woken up a long time ago, not blindly been foolish. In the past few months, he has stood with the Northern Coalition and killed the resurrected undead, which can be regarded as a kind of atonement for his past mistakes.

The cold wind ruffled Bacchus' hair and tore at the griffin banner behind him. He was ready to descend the mountain and stand with his own soldiers, as the large army was about to pass through the valley. He almost heard the horn of victory. Just for a moment, the ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble. At first, Bacchus thought it was a hallucination, perhaps caused by his mental tension and fatigue over the years. However, the horse's front hooves leaped high and neighed uneasily. The wind in the valley suddenly increased.

No! It's not a natural wind!

Bacchus only felt that something was wrong, and by the time he could react, it was too late. The sound of urgent horns was drowned out by the sound of a rumbling landslide. As far as the eye can see, large expanses of snow are pouring down from the top of the mountain like a rushing flood.

"It's an avalanche!"

The soldiers screamed in horror. Even well-trained veterans can tremble in the face of natural disasters. No matter how strong the enemy was, they never flinched. However, this time it was not the undead legion or the human army that attacked them, but a terrible natural catastrophe. Human beings seem powerless in the face of such natural disasters, as simple as a giant's foot trampling a swarm of ants.

It's just that not many people know that this is not a natural disaster at all, but man-made......

Caterina stood at the end of the valley, chanting the terrible incantation. Icy currents swept around her, spiraling upwards like a tornado, reflecting the gray of space in a deep blue.

In the valley, snowdrifts that had accumulated all winter formed a torrent of snow that poured down from both sides of the valley. The earth trembled, and a wall of snow tens of meters high was formed on both sides of the valley, rushing down. The soldiers panicked, the formation, the military quality? no, there was none. The corps under the avalanche lost organization and discipline at this moment. The soldiers were like headless flies, scurrying around.

The next moment, the rushing snow waves were like a flood beast, completely submerging thousands of soldiers. The vast griffin army lost a third of its soldiers in an instant. Moreover, these are not ordinary soldiers, these fighters are veterans who have grown up in years of fighting. The scene in front of him broke Bacchus' heart. Ranwen

He drew his sword from his back, shouted heartbreakingly, and swooped down the hill on his horse. He wants to save his legion, and there are nearly 10,000 soldiers who are not buried alive, this is an ambush, however, there is still hope for them to fight back.

Only, this is not an ordinary ambush. The people who ambushed them were not ordinary people. No sooner had the avalanche subsided, and before the griffin soldiers could recover from their panic, the Ice Queen's army appeared at the end of the valley. The rows of well-dressed Kislev infantry marched in small steps towards the terrified griffon legion.

Like a dull loud sound from a torrent of steel, the remnants of the Griffin Legion veterans were preparing to form an offensive formation to counterattack, but the enemy was one step ahead. The roaring musket shots rang out, it was the Kislev Shooting Army! The ace army directly under the Tsar, scarce in number and extremely precious, even in the Errengrad rebellion, they were rarely seen. Now, however, Caterina is using them against her former allies, the Griffin Legion.

After a dense burst of gunfire, hundreds of warriors and knights of the Griffin Legion fell in pools of blood. Their steel helmets could not stop bullets flying at high speeds. After a volley, the soldiers began to reload. At the same time, archers in the back row threw a rain of arrows into the sky.

The rain of arrows rained down, and at least a thousand Kislev soldiers were shooting in the back row with bows and arrows in hand. The soldiers of the Griffin Legion had just dodged a dense rain of bullets when they were immediately wounded by a rain of arrows. Their sophisticated armor and shields were riddled with arrows, and some of them had multiple bullet holes. Blood flowed through the valley.

Wails and screams came and went.

"Follow me, charge!"

Just when the crowd was about to despair, the old general Bacus rushed out from the back of the crowd with a large sword in his hand. Like a natural king, he rode on an ironclad warhorse, with feathers fluttering on his gorgeous armor, and as soon as Bacchus appeared, he immediately aroused the fighting spirit of the soldiers. Covered in blood, they charged after the old lord. They believe that where there is a commander-in-chief, there will be victory. However, the Snow Queen Caterina hates the king the most. For decades, she has been on an expedition to the north and south, in order to destroy all the kings in the territory, because only she is the real king. She was the queen of Kislev, the female tsar. She would not allow the crown to be stolen by anyone, not even prying eyes.

The taste of power is like a charming fragrance, once tasted, it can never be put down. Cannot help doing something.

Hatred turned Caterina into a devil, and she watched coldly from the rear of the Legion. The muzzles of the shooting corps were once again aimed at the charging griffon regiments, and at the gray-haired old general Bacchus. The target was so obvious that the bright silver armor reflected a pale silver light in the miserable sunlight.

With the sound of a terrifying gunshot, bullets formed a barrage of bullets and flew densely towards the charging griffin soldiers.