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

The Silver Moon Knights and witches in the tribe shuddered at the same time.

The flames of the bonfire flickered and the shadows were uneasy.

The cold was so evil that it penetrated into their bones and seemed to freeze their limbs and blood.

"How...how did it become so cold!" a Silver Moon Knight exclaimed.

Although the temperature of the snowfield changes during the day and night, it will never be so abrupt.

"This phenomenon must be caused by magic power... an extremely powerful cold magic power." Witch Saya said softly.

A young knight asked, "Is this related to the Frost Witch?"

The deputy team and Lisa's mission tonight is to awaken the Frost Witch. This may happen when she is resurrected because each seat witch has powerful energy accumulated in her body.

Although the affected area is somewhat terrifying, if they did not have such a powerful force, how could they have come all the way here?

"This power does not belong to Lady Valya!" the witch said with certainty.

They had all fought alongside Valya and knew that her power was not what she thought it was.

Another witch said: "This power is full of coldness and death... Unless Lady Valya is dead, it will not be like this..."

"There's something unusual in the northeast direction!" News came from the outpost.

The Silver Moon Knight quickly picked up his weapon and rushed out of the tent.

They looked around and found that there was sporadic snow falling from the sky. The night was no longer dark, but as bright as day.

The Frost Tribe was clearly in disarray.

An old frost priest understood the current situation. He stood in the center of the crowd. Although his skin was wrinkled, his bones were still strong.

He raised his strong and tough arms and shouted.

"…The vicious herds are coming! They are our mortal enemies, the culprits who forced us to leave our homeland and come to the snowfield!

"Just like the eternal war that my grandfather and the alien gods fought, which has never stopped!

"In the cold realm, only one can survive!

"Drive them out of our world! Kill them all!!"

The priest's voice was so loud that it suppressed the noise, and his movements were filled with anger.

"Kill them all! Kill them all!" The Frost people responded with all their might, and the whole place was in an uproar.

The Frost Priest responded with a single move, leading many Frost people armed with spears to the northeast.

Seeing this, a knight murmured, "I think the protagonist of the ghost story will soon appear..."

Someone asked, "The deputy captain is not here, and neither is Lysa and Gwen. What should we do now?"

Many Silver Moon Knights looked at each other in bewilderment. The Frost People had clearly entered a state of war. They were just outsiders, so naturally no one paid any attention to them. It was unknown whether it was because they were insane or for some other reason.

A team leader said, "Wait for orders."

The outpost soldiers only saw an abnormal shadow appearing in the northeast direction, like a moving piece of pale ice appearing on the vast snowfield, which was very unusual.

Ordinary people may have difficulty detecting this abnormality, but this does not include two-star apostles with excellent eyesight.

The Silver Moon Knight saw group after group of Frost Warriors running away into the distance. In the end, it seemed as if this Frost Tribe was deserted.

They could only stay where they were.

More than a dozen Silver Moon Knights stood in a row, neatly standing in the open space, their silver-white armor emitting a halo, sacred and transcendent, as bright as moonlight.

As the snowflakes fell in the night, the air became colder, and my uneasy heart became more and more impatient.

Fortunately, they didn't have to wait too long.

Herman came back with a stern look on his face, followed by two senior witches, Gwen and Monica.

"Where is Lady Lysa?" the Silver Moon Knights asked.

His Highness Roman has ordered that Lisa and the Silver Moon Gem are the most important. If the moment of decision comes, they must bring Lisa and the gem back at all costs.

"It's not over yet!" Hermann pointed in the direction he came from.

The light that illuminates the night sky comes from there, and the light source is the gem held in Lisa's hand.

"Go and take a look!" Hermann's face was heavy.

They were going to ride war horses, but those horses lost their mobility in the extremely cold environment. It was difficult to even ride them, let alone charge.

Exercise will increase body temperature and speed up blood circulation, but physiological limits cannot be overcome in this way. Forcing a horse to ride will only cause it to die at the speed of light.

After all, this is a good horse from the river valley, good at running and charging, but not cold-resistant, and does not have the thick fur like the winter horse or plateau war horse.

They had no choice but to walk, with the witch following them closely.

As they went along, the further they advanced, the colder they felt.

Since the anomaly appeared, the temperature has dropped from minus 30 degrees Celsius at the beginning to minus 40 or 50 degrees Celsius, and is now heading towards minus 60 degrees Celsius.

The cold snow fell from the sky, like the tongue of the cryogenic death, silently licking their faces and limbs.

In just a distance of a thousand meters, it seemed as if all the warmth disappeared, leaving only coldness in the world.

It’s cold, so cold!

The Silver Moon Knights had a chill in their lungs, and thick white mist spewed out with their breaths.

The light Silver Moon Armor also became unfamiliar, as if it had been burned by a low-temperature flame and was about to burn their skin.

The knights in battle are immune to cold and heat, but this has its limits.

In order to advance efficiently, they wore light armor, and their underwear was naturally thin. After arriving in the snowfield, they had been relying on their superhuman qualities to endure. Now, tasting the bitterness of it, their souls were astringent.

The biting cold wind blowing on my face felt like a knife.

When they arrived at the battlefield, they were shocked by the scene before them.

This is a racial war between the Frostmen and the Undead.

They had seen the former. The Frost Man had muscles like jagged rocks and was tall, but traces of humanity could still be seen.

But the creature in front of him had nothing to do with the Frost People, it was another kind of creature.

They resemble human figures, with pale and cold bodies, as withered as rotten wood, and deep blue pupils emitting a terrifying cold light.

It was like a white ghost cast with a layer of cold water, using ice cubes to make thin ice armor and sharp ice blades, reflecting a cold and evil light.

They came in groups, densely packed, walking on the snow, moving silently, leaving only shallow traces on the ground, and were extremely fierce.

call!

call!

A cold wind far colder than the snowfield arrived.

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It is the inhuman evil creature from the endless ice field, the servant of the ancient alien god, the enemy of all living things...

Everyone clearly realized that the description of the evil creature by the Frost people was so accurate.

If it were a human being, they would definitely call it an evil ghost.

The overall situation is not clear, but from a corner of the battlefield it can be seen that the Frost Tribe is resisting stubbornly, while the evil ghosts are launching cold and deadly attacks one after another.

Frost People have strong resistance to cold. The colder the environment, the more it can stimulate their blood, improve their physical strength and recovery speed.

Frost people are gifted with extraordinary talents. When they reach adulthood, their strength is roughly equivalent to that of a first-level knight. In extremely cold environments, they can even exert the strength of a second-level knight.

They understand primitive fighting skills, cooperate with each other, and resolve their own crises. They are born excellent fighters.

But even so, the Frost People can only struggle to hold on.

Because the enemy had driven them out of the ice field before, and possessed a force no less powerful than theirs.

This war was unsystematic and more like a fight between wild beasts.

Everyone rushed forward and engaged in the most brutal life-and-death fight in the vast snowfield.

All in all, there are about seven or eight hundred Frost Warriors, and the number of Evil Ghosts is unknown, but it is definitely more than the former - even several times more than the former.

Moreover, it often takes the sacrifice of one frost warrior to kill two evil ghosts. The ice armor of the evil ghosts seems extremely thin, but it has a certain hardness.

As time goes on, the Frost People will not be able to resist.

Blood, lots of blood, dyed the snowfield red!

Every time a Frost Warrior fell, a group of evil spirits would scramble for his corpse and eat it up. The scene was horrifying and it was no exaggeration to say that it was a herd of livestock.

"Deputy Captain...what should we do?"

Hearing this, Hermann gritted his teeth and frowned.

There was no need for them to charge into the alien battlefield. These evil creatures looked too evil. There was no need to increase the risk, and it was not in the interests of His Highness.

The Silver Moon Knights are the elite among the elite, and the death of one of them is a huge loss.

A witch stepped forward and said, "I advise you to act now before it is too late."

They were wrapped in large black robes that covered their entire bodies, and Hermann determined from the sound of their voices that the speaker was Gwen.

"Why!" He stared at the witch coldly.

"Because they are here for Valya. If she doesn't wake up, our operation will fail." Gwen said in a deep voice, without a hint of a smirk.

No one wants Valya to wake up more than the witch!

Hermann's face was uncertain, but the intensity of his heart was far greater than his expression, and the muscles under his armor were trembling.

It’s so cold here!

It’s really cold!

It’s so cold that it’s unbearable to stay here!

The blood vessels are about to clot and the bones are frozen stiff!

After hesitating, struggling, and making a decision, Hermann roared: "Silver Moon Knights! Attack with all your forces!!"

"Kill!!"×20

The remaining knights responded with battle cries, dispelling the abnormal state with high fighting will.

On a snowy night, Hermann set an example and led the way. Twenty Silver Moon Knights behind him formed a cone formation and broke into the alien battlefield from the side, attacking the evil ghost's flank.

Hermann raised his sword and swung it, quickly killing the two evil spirits.

Although some evil ghosts are comparable to second-level knights, this process is not much more troublesome than chopping melons and vegetables.

Hermann saw with his own eyes that after they died, they did not fall like corpses, but quickly turned into withered ice blocks and shattered on the snowy field.

The horrific sight startled Hermann.

But he had been on the battlefield for a long time and did not dazed. He suppressed his shock and led the team further into the battlefield, cutting through the battlefield as precisely as a pair of scissors.

Some evil spirits reacted and slashed at the Silver Moon Knight with ice knives, but they were all blocked by the metal armor, making sharp and eerie sounds like a cat scratching a blackboard.

The leading evil ghost noticed the changes on the battlefield and turned his head to look.

It quickly locked onto the silver-white armor of the formation on the chaotic battlefield.

The blood of giants?

No!

It's the human race!

It recognized it at first sight.

The human race has this kind of armed force, extraordinary equipment smelted from mithril and other metals, which they call war knights.