You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 431 The whole army attacks
The Silvermoon Knights and witches in the tribe all shuddered involuntarily.

The campfire flickered, casting uneasy shadows.

That coldness was so malevolent and chilling, it seeped into their very bones, as if it could freeze their limbs and blood.

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

Although the temperature on the snowfield can change between day and night, it would never be this abrupt.

“This phenomenon must be caused by magic… an extremely powerful cold magic,” the witch Saya said softly.

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

The vice-captain and Lysa's mission tonight is to awaken the Frost Witch. This might happen during her resurrection, as each of the seated witches has accumulated powerful energy within her.

Although the scope of the impact is terrifying, if they didn't have such a powerful force, why would they have traveled thousands of miles to get here?
"This power does not belong to Lady Valya!" the witch declared firmly.

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

Another witch said, "This power is filled with coldness and death... It wouldn't be like this unless Lady Valya is dead..."

"Something's wrong in the northeast!" came the message from the outpost.

The Silver Moon Knight swiftly grabbed his weapon and rushed out of the tent.

They looked around and found that snow was falling sporadically from the sky, and the night was no longer pitch black, but as bright as day.

The Frost tribe is clearly in chaos.

An elderly Frost Priest understood the situation. He stood in the center of the crowd; though his skin was wrinkled, his bones remained imposing.

He raised his strong, muscular arms and shouted.

"...The vicious herd has arrived! 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 waged against the alien gods, a war that continues to this day!"

"In the cold realm, only one side can survive!"
"Drive them out of our world! Exterminate them all!!"

The priest's voice was extremely loud, suppressing the clamor of the crowd, and his movements were filled with righteous anger.

"Exterminate them all! Exterminate them all!!" The Frost People responded vehemently, and the atmosphere was instantly uproar.

The Frost Priest answered the call of the crowd and led a large number of Frost warriors armed with spears toward the northeast.

Seeing this, a knight muttered, "I think the protagonist of a ghost story is about to appear..."

Someone asked, "The vice-captain isn't here, and neither are Lysa and Lady Gwen. What should we do now?"

The Silvermoon Knights exchanged bewildered glances. The Frostfolk had clearly entered a state of war, and since they were just outsiders, no one paid them any attention. It was unclear whether they were thick-skinned or for some other reason.

One of the squad leaders said, "Wait for orders."

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

Ordinary people might have difficulty detecting this anomaly, but this does not include the two-star apostles with exceptional eyesight.

The Silvermoon Knight watched as wave after wave of Frost Warriors galloped into the distance, until finally, the Frost tribe seemed to be deserted.

They could only stay put and wait for orders.

More than ten Silver Moon Knights stood in a row, neatly arranged on the open ground. Their silver-white armor radiated a halo, making them appear sacred and transcendent, as pure and bright as the moonlight.

As the night deepened and the snowflakes fell more heavily, the air grew even colder, and my restless heart grew increasingly anxious.

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

Herman returned with a cold expression, followed by two senior witches, Gwen and Monica.

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

His Highness Roman has ordered that Lysa and the Silver Moon Gem are of utmost importance, and if the moment of choice comes, they must bring Lysa and the gem back at all costs.

“It’s not over yet!” Herman pointed in the direction he had come from.

The light that illuminates the night comes from there, and the source of the light is the jewel that Ryza holds in her hands.

The silver moonstone illuminated the snowfield, shining as brightly as the night.

This strange phenomenon also attracted those wicked creatures?
Herman thought to himself.

Did their arrival alarm the evil creature, or did the evil creature originally covet the Frost Tribe?

"Then what do we do now?"

“Let’s go take a look!” Herman said gravely.

They were supposed to ride warhorses, but those horses had lost their mobility in the frigid environment, making it difficult to even ride them, let alone charge.

Exercise raises body temperature and accelerates blood circulation, but physiological limits cannot be overcome in this way. Forcing a horse to ride will only cause it to die instantly.

After all, this is a fine steed from the valley, skilled at galloping and charging, but not resistant to cold and lacking the thick coat of winter horses or highland warhorses.

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

The further they went, the colder they felt.

Since the anomaly occurred, the temperature has plummeted from minus 30 degrees Celsius to minus 40 or 50 degrees Celsius, and is now rapidly approaching minus 60 degrees Celsius.

The frigid snow fell from the sky, like the tongue of death hanging down in the cold, silently licking their faces and limbs.

In just over a thousand meters, it felt as if all warmth had vanished, leaving only coldness in the world.

It's so cold! It's so cold!

The Silvermoon Knights felt a chill in their lungs, exhaling thick white mist with each breath.

The light, silver moon armor now seemed unfamiliar, as if it had been scorched by a low-temperature flame, threatening to burn their skin. The warrior knights were impervious to heat and cold, but there were limits to that.

In order to advance efficiently, they wore light armor, and their undergarments were naturally thin. After arriving in the snowfield, they had been relying on their superhuman abilities to endure the hardships. Now, experiencing the taste of it all, their souls were turning bitter.

The biting wind felt like knives on my face.

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

This is a racial war between the Frostfolk and the Wraiths.

They had seen the former; the Frostfolk had muscles like jagged rocks and were tall, but traces of humanity were still visible.

The creature before them, however, was not related to the Frostfolk; it was a different kind of being.

They resemble human figures, with pale, cold bodies, withered like rotten wood, and deep, eerie blue pupils that emit a chilling light.

Like a white ghost cast in cold water, it was made of ice blocks, forming thin ice armor and sharp ice blades, reflecting a cold and eerie light.

They came in droves, densely packed, trudging through the snow, moving silently, leaving only shallow traces on the ground, incredibly swift and deadly.

call!
call!
A cold wind, far colder than the snowfield, descended.

These are inhuman creatures from the endless ice plains, servants of ancient gods, and enemies of all living beings...

Everyone clearly realized that the Frostfolk's description of the creature as a monstrous entity was remarkably accurate.

If it were a human, they would definitely call it a vengeful ghost.

The overall situation is unclear, but from a corner of the battlefield, one can see that the Frost Tribe is putting up a tenacious resistance, while the Fiends are launching a series of cold and deadly attacks.

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

The Frostfolk are exceptionally gifted; upon reaching adulthood, they possess strength roughly equivalent to a first-tier knight, and in extremely cold environments, they can even unleash second-tier power.

They understand primitive combat techniques, cooperate with each other, and resolve their respective crises; they are natural-born outstanding warriors.

Even so, the Frostfolk could only struggle to survive.

Because their enemies had once driven them from the ice fields. They possessed military strength no less than theirs.

This war was chaotic and resembled a battle between wild beasts.

Everyone rushed forward, engaging in the most brutal life-or-death struggle on the vast snowfield.

In total, there are about seven or eight hundred Frost Warriors, while the number of Fiends is unknown, but it is certainly more than the former—or even several times more.

Furthermore, it often takes the sacrifice of one Frost Warrior to kill two Fiends, whose ice armor may appear extremely thin, but it has a certain degree of hardness.

In time, the Frost People will inevitably be unable to withstand it.

Blood, copious amounts of blood, staining the snowfield red!
As each Frost Warrior fell, a horde of undead would scramble for his body, devouring it completely in a gruesome scene that could easily be mistaken for a herd of beasts.

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

Upon hearing this, Hermann gritted his teeth and frowned.

There's no need for them to rush into the alien battlefield. These monstrous creatures look too sinister, and it's unnecessary to increase the risk, nor is it in His Highness's best interest.

The Silver Moon Knights are the elite of the elite; the loss of even one is a tremendous loss.

A witch stepped forward and said, "I advise you to act now, don't delay too long."

They were wrapped in large black robes, covering their entire bodies, and Herman judged the speaker to be Gwen by her voice.

"Why should I!" He stared coldly at the witch.

"Because they came for Valya. If she doesn't wake up, our operation will fail." Gwen said in a deep voice, without a trace of joking.

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

Herman's expression was unpredictable, but the turmoil in his heart far outweighed his outward appearance, and the muscles beneath his armor trembled.

It's so cold here!

It’s really cold!
It's so cold it's unbearable to stay here!

The blood vessels are about to freeze, and the bones are frozen stiff!
Hesitation, struggle, decision, Hermann roared fiercely: "Silver Moon Knights! All troops, attack!!"

"Kill!!" ×20
The remaining knights responded with a battle cry, dispelling the abnormal status with their high fighting spirit.

On a snowy night, Herman led by example, with twenty Silver Moon Knights forming a wedge formation behind him, and they stormed into the alien battlefield from the side, attacking the Fiend's flank.

Herman swiftly slashed his longsword, killing the two vengeful spirits.

Although the individual Fiend is comparable to a second-tier knight, the process is not much more troublesome than chopping melons and vegetables.

Herman witnessed firsthand that after they died, they did not fall down like corpses, but quickly turned into withered ice blocks, which shattered on the snowfield.

The horrifying sight startled Herman.

But he was a seasoned veteran of the battlefield and did not falter. Suppressing his shock, he led his team deeper into the fray, cutting through the battlefield with the precision of scissors.

Some of the demons reacted and slashed at the Silver Moon Knight with ice blades, but they were all blocked by the metal armor, making a sharp, eerie sound like a cat scratching a blackboard.

The leader of the evil spirits noticed the change in the battlefield and turned to look.

It quickly locked onto the orderly column of men in their distinctive silver-white armor amidst the chaos of the battlefield.

The bloodline of giants?
Do not!
They are human!

It recognized it at first glance.

Humans possess this armed force, equipped with extraordinary gear forged from mithril and other metals, which they call War Knights.

(End of this chapter)