If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

The story ends. They received fresh frozen meat from the Frost Tribe.

Hermann had no idea what to do with the raw meat, so he ordered his men to collect firewood.

Sometimes this kind of thing is inevitable.

He missed the valley, the warm and fertile land, and the tall and glorious prince more and more.

"When are we going back?"

"If everything goes well, tomorrow." Gwen replied lazily.

"Not now?"

"You are the Silver Moon Knight, don't you know that the moon is the most dazzling at night?" the old witch asked sarcastically.

That was also the time when those evil creatures were at their strongest. She frowned and thought to herself, suddenly feeling a little uneasy.

The story she just heard whispered quietly in her ears: The ancient alien gods also created those evil creatures in the cold night...

Herman simply shut up.

He had never felt happy talking to these old witches.

The men brought back dry firewood, and Hermann drew out the Silver Moon Sword with a clang, muttered something, and chopped it down fiercely.

Click!

The firewood was split in half on the spot, sparks flew, and silver flames ignited. When the state stabilized, the flames quietly turned red as they jumped.

Hermann looked at the silver-white sword in his hand with joy.

It's sharp, light and tough.

The Silver Moon spell also works during the day, all of which comes from the great prince. Otherwise, with their talents, it would be impossible for them to master this secret method in such a short time.

"I don't think those giants are that great. Anything that can be their enemy isn't that strong either." The knights gathered around another campfire to keep warm, laughing softly.

"We don't think so. You'd better be in awe of the Frost People. It's not easy here." Monica stirred the iron pot with a wooden spoon, and the ice melted, and foam appeared.

Roman's knights inherited his fearless spirit and were specially trained weapons of war.

Witches are different. They are more reverent towards the legends of gods.

The northern land has an unfathomable power.

Even the witches are like ants when facing the past of this land.

It is said that countless debris and huge bones are buried deep in the snowfield, and the god of wind and snow once fell here.

Their innate keen spiritual perception made it easy for them to detect the unknown power flowing in Urak's body.

Urak is the leader of the Frost and also a priest. He can listen to the voice of the earth, which is the whisper of his grandfather's spirit. The Frost people act according to the revelations from the unknown.

Witches believe in those revelations very much, because they also come from the mysterious realm, and the underlying spirituality is suggesting to them——

Don't take this lightly!

"Deputy Captain, someone is coming." The Silver Moon Knight who was standing guard outside came over to report.

After just one turn, they knew the approximate number of the Frost Tribe, and the new Frost people obviously did not belong to this tribe.

What’s more, it wasn’t just one person coming, but a group of people, all dressed as primitive warriors and looking very aggressive.

"Everyone stay alert!" said Hermann.

The resting Silver Moon Knight began to check the armor and weapons calmly.

The deputy captain believes that the Frost People lack the qualities for warfare.

The camp was open and vulnerable, with no traps or sharpened stakes.

The Frost Tribe, which consists of less than a thousand people, has their tents scattered over an area of ​​several miles, making them even more free and undisciplined than the witches.

If any knights launched an attack, they would all die here.

Hermann secretly released the guards and stood on a high place with a panoramic view of the place. He could see who came in and who went out, but the Frost People had no reaction to this.

Even the knights of those scum nobles can kill them, Hermann thought to himself.

"Another group is coming!" A moment later, the sentry came to report again.

The power of the Frost Tribe is gathering. In the past, they were scattered across the vast snowfields, but now they are beginning to gather here.

"Gwen, what do you think?"

Monica was bored and wanted to pick fleas out of her sister's hair. But even if there were fleas, they would be frozen to death in the ice and snow.

"Maybe Urak was worried that he couldn't control us, so he asked for help. Or maybe it was for some other reason." Gwen curled up beside the campfire, feeling warm and comfortable, and gradually felt sleepy.

She yawned, and her heart grew heavy as she recalled what the prophet had said.

She closed her eyes. "Relax, we are here to help. There is no reason for them to attack us...at most they are wary."

…

"Do we really trust them?" asked the frost priests of other tribes.

"There is no other choice!" Ulak said decisively, "The enemy is approaching now. Judging from the behavior of those animals, if they show up, they will definitely appear in large groups."

"Perhaps they are close at hand!" said another priest.

"But we can't find any traces of the evil beasts. If we don't find any, they are definitely not the attackers!"

"Grandfather has not given us any hint so far. Everything in the snowfield is calm. This situation has never been seen before!" said an old priest solemnly.

The most terrifying thing happened!

The grandfather that the Frost Generation trusted can no longer provide warnings and protection for his children!

Who in this land can stop those hideous and cold creatures from now on?

Rely on the power of the human race?

Human spellcasters are still being persecuted! The war between the gods and witches even affected the isolated Frost Clan.

If not for this, Valya would never leave the snowfield.

The gods want to wipe them out!

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The old priest's heart, as cold as ice, was trembling.

Two years ago, the grandfather's spirit brought the last revelation to all the priests, and the content was that the patron saint of winter was dead!

"The power of the cold night is eroding this land!" Ulak felt distressed. "After the human spellcaster was sent back to Valya, we found the broken deer bones in the forest 20 kilometers away!"

Ulak took out the bone, which was gnawed into pieces and covered with messy tooth marks.

"Those evil beasts come and go as they please! The power of the alien gods is gradually recovering, and the ice field is no longer their prison!"

"The alien gods have interfered with the spirit of my grandfather. These evil creatures never looked for victims to kill before. They have been secretly accumulating strength and are coming for Valya!" a priest said angrily.

"The Frost Clan has fallen! They are not dead! Gather all the Frost Warriors! Fight them to the death!"

"Protect my grandfather's daughter!"

…

It was night.

Led by Urak, Silvermoon Lysa, Herman and others headed to Valya's sleeping place.

It was a piece of frozen soil, solid and black, cold and hard as iron, and exerting the power of frost.

Valya was buried in the frozen soil.

This approach was said to have aided her recovery.

Grandfather's power merged into the depths of the earth, and his soul wandered the snowfields, bringing enlightenment to the Frost Tribe.

This force weakens in summer and strengthens in winter.

In the Endless Icefield, Grandfather's power will never be weakened. Because the Endless Icefield is the true homeland of the Frost People, and the wandering souls in the depths of the snowfield are just the radiation of Grandfather's power.

Valya was dug out and fell asleep in the deep blue ice. All the wounds that had caused her to bleed to death had healed, except for the hideous scar on her face.

But no one could wake her up from her dream.

Maybe she's dead? Her spirit has flowed into my grandfather's blood...

This thought shocked and terrified the priests, so they could only clench their teeth and remain silent, and no one could pry open their mouths.

The tribe has reached its end. If this tiny hope is shattered, they will be doomed.

When the witches saw the witch in the ice, their expressions varied.

"My sisters," Gwen sighed.

"Frost Witch." Monica's face was no longer relaxed, but heavy. The scene of her wielding the sword and leading everyone to break out of the encirclement appeared in her mind.

"The weapon that the spellcaster left here turned into a beam of light two years ago, rushed into the sky and disappeared." Ulak said.

Gwen nodded. That was the family heritage of the Dark Iron Dukes, and now it was back in the hands of the dukes.

"Lysa, let's get started." She said to Silvermoon Lysa, who was a little absent-minded. After she reminded him, he immediately took out the gem.

The light of the Silver Moon Gem can illuminate the underworld and guide souls lost in the darkness.

Moment!

A bright moon rises slowly from the frozen soil!

The dazzling light illuminates the entire space, and it can be clearly seen within a hundred miles!

Lisa held the silver moon in her hand, her eyes closed, her silver hair dancing, and her face holy, like the moon goddess descending to the earth.

She called softly: "Valya...Valya...Come back...Come back soon...We need you...We need you..."

call!

The coldness spread like a wave.

The cold wind is blowing.

The evil creature appeared silently.