Come to another world and become a lord

The wind from the north was always so dry and cold that it hurt people's cheeks. The Great Khan's daughter, the Snow Princess, Nura, rode a white horse in front of the cavalry formation, her light white hair fluttering in the cold wind. The red and yellow lion flag, symbolizing the kingdom, was floating on the top of the city of Reikburg. The lion on it waved its claws and bared its fangs, as if blocking their progress. The cowardly King Philip, and the family emblem of his Fran family was the lion symbolizing courage. How ironic it seemed to Nura.

A new round of attacks began again. The northern barbarian soldiers brought from the northern plains roared and rushed towards the city, but were beaten to pieces by the rain of arrows and stones. This kind of battle was not equal at all. The other side did not need experienced soldiers, but only needed hands to cause heavy casualties on their side. Even if they specially hired engineers from the south to build those so-called siege weapons, the battle still made no progress. Rick Castle stood before them like a nail stuck in their midst.

She began to doubt whether it was worth paying so much gold to the engineers. Their nomadic tribe was not good at attacking cities, but her father gave up his advantage and insisted on taking the castle. It seemed that her father was getting old and timid. He just wanted to take it step by step and did not dare to take any risky attempts.

But what could she change? Her father was very stubborn, and as a daughter, she could only act according to the plan. She sighed slightly and looked towards the castle again, and saw a soldier being thrown off the wall by a grass plug and smashed to pieces. Grass plug? That was just a thing in the hands of the serfs, but now it could be used to kill their soldiers!

"This won't work!" she said suddenly, almost startling the guards around her.

"your Highness?"

"That won't work!" she repeated. "That won't work."

"But the Great Khan demands..."

"I know my father's orders." She interrupted the guard before he finished speaking, "but we need more methods."

She paused, thought for a moment, then turned around and asked:

"Who is guarding Rickburg now?"

"No, I don't know..." the guard stammered.

"do not know?"

"It seems that Aaron left his most capable guard captain behind when he left." The guard continued, "The woman named Flame Arya, if I'm not mistaken, she should be the highest commander of Rickburg today."

"Flame Alia?" Hearing this name, Noura snorted coldly and gestured to the guard twice, "You, pick a few of my strongest warriors to gather here for me. Everyone is required to travel light."

Hearing Nura's order, the guard quickly saluted and replied, "Yes, Your Highness, Princess~ I just don't know what your highness is going to do?"

"Of course, meet the other side's commander!" As she spoke, a fierce murderous intent flashed across the girl's expression.

The new round of attacks did not stop until sunset. When Carl returned to the command post, the sky had completely darkened. The night was as dark as ink, and the stars were hidden behind the thick clouds. Rickburg also began to become quiet. Occasionally, there were the footsteps of patrolling guards, but they just passed by in a hurry. The servants lit the stove, and in the dim light, Jim reported the situation in the town:

"Today's attack caused the greatest losses in the north of the city. We have now relocated most of them to the south and west of the city. One person was injured by a flying stone, but fortunately it was not serious. Two newborns were born. The main problem now is food. There is a serious shortage of food, especially for mothers. Without food, there will be no milk, and it will be difficult for the children to survive..."

"All food should be limited to the defenders. There should be no surplus for civilians. I have made this clear a long time ago. They are a burden." Alia replied.

"Now those defending the city walls are their husbands, sons, and even daughters!" Jim retorted.

"We can only provide the most basic supplies. Whether they can survive depends entirely on luck..."

Carl listened to the two people arguing, but his eyes were focused outside the house. For some reason, the footsteps of the guards outside the house had not appeared for a long time. It was dark outside the house, with only a big tree in front of the yard swaying slightly in the cold wind. He seemed to see something different on the tree, something white, out of tune with the night, but he couldn't see what it was. Then, something seemed to fly from the tree into the house.

Before he could react, Alia suddenly turned around and stood in front of him, and at the same time took out the dagger from her waist and swung forward. With a crisp sound, a sharp arrow fell to the ground.

"Who is it!" She then shouted loudly outside the house. Along with the shout, Carl saw a white figure floating down from the tree, softly and lightly passing through the window and landing inside the house. Then, a flash of sword light, accompanied by a chilling air, attacked everyone. And Alia immediately drew out the long sword on the table and swung at the other party!

There was a crisp sound of metal collision, and the two weapons collided at the same time. Only then did Carl see the figure rushing in. It was a young girl, dressed in white, white armor, white hair, even her eyebrows and eyelashes were snow-white. The sword in her hand had a faint blue light on the blade. At the same time, the biting cold caused the temperature of the entire room to drop sharply, and it seemed that even the flames in the stove began to dim.

What frightened Carl even more was that the long sword in Alia's hand began to freeze after it came into contact with the girl's weapon. Starting from the point of collision, white frost began to spread continuously and finally covered the entire sword. The slender blade could not withstand such a low temperature and began to become fragile and finally broke.

"What?" Alia looked at the weapon in her hand with only the hilt left in surprise. Then the opponent's sword stabbed towards her, and she had nothing in her hand to protect herself.

"Aliya!"

At this critical moment, Carl rushed forward, and at the moment when the two of them were fighting, he drew out his dagger and stabbed at the white-haired woman without hesitation. He had not learned any sword skills, and his sword was clumsy and could not hit the opponent at all. Even he knew this, but he stopped the opponent's intention to attack Alia, and that was enough.

Facing Carl's reckless thrust, the girl had to turn around to defend herself. She swung her sword and easily knocked the dagger out of Carl's hand, then kicked him to the ground. When Carl struggled to get up, he saw that the other party had already swung his sword at him:

"Just die obediently, you idiots!"

"You idiot!" At the same time, Alia rushed over and hugged Carl and rolled over. The sword swept across her shoulder, cutting open her cotton coat, and instantly leaving a frostbite on her white skin.

Alia didn't have time to take care of the injury, but grabbed Carl again and slid a distance on the ground, then helped him up:

"Are you stupid? What if you die?"

But Carl still had a smile on his face:

"To be honest, you are the one who is more needed here. How is your injury?"

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

Noura looked at the two people in confusion. She really couldn't understand why Alia risked her life to save a soldier dressed as a serf. This was not what a general should do. After thinking for a while, the girl's eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked at Karl dressed as a serf as if she understood something, and her eyes became sharp:

"So that's how it is. The real supreme commander of this castle is you!"

Karl stood up calmly and dusted off the dust on his body:

"I am the new Lord of Rickburg—Karl Flandal."

"Hmph, do you think you can escape death by disguising yourself as a serf? What a coward." A scornful smile immediately appeared on Nura's face.

"Well, that's really not what I meant..." Carl looked at the rotten serf clothes he was wearing and sighed helplessly.

"Is this time for a chat?" As she spoke, Alia pulled out a long sword from somewhere. At this moment, Carl could only be thankful that there were enough weapons piled up in the room.

At the same time, the sound of fighting also alarmed the guards in the room, and four or five fully armed swordsmen rushed in. Nura was not alone either, and several warriors he brought with him also rushed into the room. The two sides wrestled with each other, and for a while there was the sound of swords and knives.

"As long as you are killed, Rick Castle will fall without a fight."

"Well, actually, I'm not as important as you think." Carl tried to defend himself.

"Stop talking nonsense and give me your life!" As she spoke, Noura had adjusted her breathing and rushed towards Carl again. Alia almost pushed Carl away at the same time and rushed forward with her sword. The two girls wrestled with each other again. After several rounds of fighting, the long sword in Alia's hand was frozen again and finally broke into two pieces. This forced her to dodge and look for new weapons at the same time.

Carl looked at all this and understood that in terms of martial arts, Alia was not worse than the other party, but the difference in weapons was too big. That weapon had the power to freeze everything, which was simply a bug. In this situation, no matter how good Alia's swordsmanship was, she could not bring it into play. If there was any way to restrain the other party's power, wait, restrain the other party?

Carl suddenly looked at the stove on the side. The power on the other side was ice, so as long as the temperature was high enough, maybe it could last a little longer? With the mentality of trying everything possible, Carl pulled out another sword from the corner, poured oil on it, and then inserted it into the stove. The flames instantly engulfed the blade and it began to burn.

"Arya, catch it!" He then shouted and threw the flaming sword at Arya.

The latter turned around, grabbed the flying sword, and then looked at the sword with some doubt:

"I said, what is this?"

"Flaming Sword." Carl replied in a somewhat childish way.

"I say you are so smart..." Alia sighed helplessly. Facing Nura's attack again, she still chose to meet him. The burning sword drew a beautiful circle of light in the air, and then collided with the blue ice sword. With a hissing sound of evaporation, wisps of white smoke floated into the sky, and the flame dimmed for a moment but did not go out.

Looking at this scene, hope suddenly appeared in Alia's eyes:

"This... seems feasible?"

After this confrontation, both sides retreated, and then regrouped and struck each other again. The flames and ice collided again, but still did not go out. Blocked, blocked again, so they could fight. Alia regained confidence in her eyes, swung her sword, attacked left and right, the sword light and flames danced in her hands, forming a gorgeous halo, while Noura on the other side was also calm and stable, the blue light of the sword spread around her body, turned into waves of coldness, extinguishing the flames that kept flying. One with white hair and white clothes, cold as snow, and the other in red, passionate as fire. The two girls were superb in martial arts, and they were evenly matched. In an instant, the swords flashed and the shadows performed a symphony of ice and fire.

At this moment, a bell rang outside the house. While everyone was fighting, Jim took the opportunity to rush out and rang the alarm bell. As the bell rang, the surroundings became noisy, and countless sparks of fire moved towards this side.

The tribal warriors began to retreat toward the door and shouted to Nura:

"Princess, we should retreat."

Noura gritted her teeth unwillingly, and finally swung a sword to distance herself from Alia. Then she focused her gaze on Carl again, her eyes full of coldness.

"I will take this city sooner or later."

After saying this, she swung the grappling hook in her hand and jumped up, and the white figure disappeared into the night fog again.

As she left, the flame on Arya's sword gradually went out, and the sword broke on the ground because it could not withstand the rapid alternation of cold and heat.

This made Carl feel a little relieved. If he waited another second, Alia might be in danger. When he looked up, he saw that she was staring at him.

"It's too risky. What should we do if you die?" he heard the girl scold.

But Carl just waved his hand casually:

"You also know how I became the lord. I didn't..."

"You are very important!" He was interrupted by Alia before he could finish his words, "Since you became the lord, you are the most important person here!"

After she finished speaking, she stood up and walked out of the room.