Battle for Northern Frontier: The game begins with the grassland woman buying him.

On the black rock, the killing intent in Xue Tianlang's eyes froze the moment Su Zhan appeared.

His raised right hand froze in mid-air. The bugler looked at him blankly, unsure whether to blow the horn or not.

On the other side, Su Zhan didn't care about him at all. He immediately ordered his men to charge into battle.

He pointed his blade fiercely forward: "Charge!"

Three thousand heavy cavalrymen roared, and the front-line knights laid their lances flat, the shafts held tightly under their arms, the tips pointing directly at the chaotic Snow Wolf formation ahead.

The iron hooves suddenly accelerated, and the earth trembled beneath their feet.

This shockwave, imbued with destructive power, crashed violently into the open area outside the Eagle's Sorrow Gorge.

At this moment, the open ground that served as the main attack position for the Snow Wolf had been transformed into a battlefield where heavy cavalry could crush them.

Boom! The torrent of steel crashed violently into flesh and blood.

The wolf soldiers at the forefront, along with their weapons, were pierced and sent flying by the horse spears before they could even let out a scream.

The heavy horse armor struck the human body, shattering the bones and fusing them together.

The few rows of chevaux-de-frise spearmen hastily organized by Snow Wolf were as fragile as paper in the face of the heavy cavalry's charge, and were instantly torn to pieces.

As the iron hooves trampled over them, whether it was wounded soldiers lying on the ground or wolf soldiers trying to resist, they were instantly turned into bloody mud.

In an instant, a path of death, paved with severed limbs and shattered armor, was plowed across the open ground.

"Fire the arrows!" Su Zhan's voice rang out again.

The Stone City archers, who had already occupied the high ground on both sides, aimed their fully drawn bows at the Snow Wolf reinforcements who had been terrified by the heavy cavalry and were trying to regroup.

The commander swung his flag down fiercely, and in an instant, a dense, chilling chord of bowstrings rang out. Thousands of arrows whistled through the air, tearing through the air and transforming into a rain of steel, which fiercely covered the wolf troop group behind the open ground.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Arrows pierced through leather armor, seeping into flesh and blood. Muffled groans rang out, interspersed with heart-wrenching, desperate screams, instantly drowning out all the noise on the battlefield.

The Snow Wolf soldiers who had just tried to rush up to fill the gap were now lying on the ground like wheat fields.

The cold snow was quickly stained red and melted by the blood, forming muddy pools of blood.

Snow Wolf stood on the black rock, his body trembling slightly uncontrollably.

His meticulously laid ambush and his prized elite troops from the grasslands were now as fragile as the thin snow of early winter under the crushing force of Su Zhan, this tiger descending from the mountain, and the steel torrent he commanded.

On that open battlefield, countless loyal wolf soldiers perished amidst their wailing cries.

His carefully chosen ambush point ironically became the perfect stage for the Stone City heavy cavalry to charge.

A profound sense of frustration and fear gnawed at his heart; he could almost feel the fearful gazes of the tribal chiefs behind him.

"Impossible!" Xue Tianlang clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms. The sharp pain jolted him awake, and the panic in his eyes was instantly replaced by rage.

He is the future king of the grasslands and cannot be defeated by the leader of a new power.

"Quickly!" Snow Wolf roared, overwhelming the chaos of the battlefield. "Stop your arrogance! Take my blade!"

A giant curved sword with an exaggerated design, a blade five feet long, and a thick, saw-like back was carried up by two guards.

The sword, named Gale, was incredibly heavy, its blade gleaming with a bluish-gray light. Snow Wolf swept the longsword across with one hand, the massive blade feeling as light as a feather in his grasp.

He spurred his horse, and the white warhorse beneath him neighed loudly, its mane flying, and charged straight down the black rocks like an arrow, its target the tall figure in black armor at the forefront of the steel torrent.

"Su Zhan, you brat, dare you fight me?"

Snow Wolf's voice boomed, filled with a relentless provocation and madness, instantly drawing the attention of the entire battlefield.

Su Zhan cleaved a centurion blocking his path with a single slash, but before he could finish his swordsmanship, he heard the challenge.

He reined in his horse, pierced through the crowd, and precisely locked onto the white figure galloping towards him.

Without any verbal response, Su Zhan simply spurred his horse into the stirrups, and his warhorse neighed loudly, its hooves churning as it transformed into a bolt of lightning, charging headlong towards the white figure.

Two figures, one in black and one in white, representing the pinnacle of power, clashed violently on the blood-soaked ground of Eagle's Sorrow Gorge. They were as dazzling as meteors destined to meet, sparks flying everywhere and a deafening roar echoing throughout the arena.

Su Zhan's broadsword clashed violently with Xue Tianlang's Rift Blade. The terrifying force of the collision produced a deafening roar that nearly shattered the eardrums of the surrounding soldiers.

Xue Tianlang's tiger's mouth went numb, and his heart was greatly shaken. The power coming from Su Zhan's blade was so solid and domineering, far exceeding his expectations.

His arm muscles bulged, and the Rift Blade, heavy as a mountain, slashed horizontally towards Su Zhan's waist.

A glint flashed in Su Zhan's eyes, and he leaned back on his horse as the broadsword swept across his chest, creating a gust of wind.

Then, his broadsword darted towards Xue Tianlang's wrist, which was gripping the blade.

Xue Tianlang reacted extremely quickly, twisting the hilt of his broadsword so that the blade acted like a shield in front of him.

With a clang, Su Zhan's broadsword struck the back of Xue Tianlang's blade, producing a scraping sound. The two horses passed each other.

In the first round of competition, the two sides were evenly matched in a flash.

Snow Wolf reined in his horse and turned his head, his eyes flashing with frenzied flames.

He raised his broadsword above his head and charged forward on horseback again, this time with even greater force.

On the other side, Su Zhan remained expressionless, his broadsword flashing in his hand.

He spurred his horse, and the steed beneath him, as if by telepathy, charged at him once more.

The two fought like a whirlwind of death in the heart of the battlefield.

The blades flashed, and sparks flew with every collision, creating a deafening roar.

The two moved with extreme speed, showcasing their power, speed, and skill to the fullest.

The surrounding soldiers unconsciously made way for them, afraid of being drawn into this inhuman battle.

Snow Wolf's swordsmanship is wide-ranging and incredibly powerful.

Su Zhan's swordsmanship was unpredictable and ruthless, his movements light and agile, and the sparks from the clashing blades shimmered in the snowflakes.

With a clang, Su Zhan's broadsword deflected Xue Tianlang's broadsword. The immense force of the two swords colliding caused his warhorse to neigh and take a step back.

"Su Zhan, die!"

Snow Wolf's eyes turned bloodshot, and he raised his broadsword once more, his movements faster and more ferocious, driven by a madness that sought to destroy everyone.

He completely abandoned his defenses, transforming into a net of blades that instantly enveloped Su Zhan.

Su Zhan's eyes flashed with cold light. Facing the Snow Wolf's ferocious attack, his broadsword let out a sharp whistle, and the blade light instantly subsided, as if all the power had been concentrated on the tip of the blade.

He stopped blocking and retreating, and instead launched an attack.

His warhorse, in perfect harmony with Su Zhan, suddenly lunged forward, its broadsword flashing like lightning, aiming straight for Xue Tianlang's heart.

Despite being struck later, it arrived first. This strike embodied Su Zhan's unwavering killing intent, abandoning all calculations and leaving only a pure and resolute killing intent to advance.

Before the blade even arrived, the chilling killing intent had already stung the Snow Wolf's skin.

Xue Tianlang's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected Su Zhan to dare to use such a mutually destructive fighting style at such close range.

His broadsword, still carrying momentum, slashed towards Su Zhan's shoulder, but Su Zhan's strike was faster and arrived first.

Snow Wolf let out a roar, displaying the terrifying strength of the grassland overlord at this critical moment. It twisted its body violently, forcibly changing the trajectory of its broadsword, abandoning the parry and instead slashing back fiercely.

With a clang, a deafening explosion far more piercing than before erupted, sparks flying from the point where the two blades clashed. The two broadswords collided violently, and a force instantly transmitted through the blades.

Xue Tianlang felt a violent jolt in his arm, his tiger's mouth split open, blood spurting out. His broadsword was knocked high into the air, and the immense force caused his body to violently lean backward on the horse, almost causing him to fall off.

On his broadsword, a dent had appeared. The power of the broadsword in Su Zhan's hand had not dissipated. He flipped his wrist, and the momentum of the sword was not exhausted. He directly followed the trajectory of the deflected sword and slashed upwards.

With a soft swoosh, the blade instantly sliced ​​through Snow Wolf's chainmail, and a bloody gash slid down from his left shoulder to his ribs, gushing out blood that instantly stained his snow-white battle robe.

"what!"

Snow Wolf let out a miserable howl; the intense pain made his vision go black.

His survival instinct kicked the horse's belly with his last bit of strength, and the white steed beneath him, sensing its master's danger, reared up abruptly.

In that split second of parrying, Su Zhan's broadsword grazed Xue Tianlang's throat.

Su Zhan's strike missed its mark, his eyes remaining icy, and he instantly passed Xue Tianlang. Although this strike hadn't killed Xue Tianlang, the outcome was already decided.

Xue Tianlang covered the horrific gash under his ribs with one hand, blood flowing uncontrollably. The excruciating pain made his face pale, and his tall body swayed precariously.

He glanced down at his wound, then looked at the figure that filled him with dread, his eyes filled with resentment and fear.

"Your Highness!"

The Snow Wolf's personal guards were in a frenzy, leading their most elite Snow Wolf soldiers, who had risked their lives for them, and rushed forward madly, trying to stop Su Zhan and reclaim their king.

"Those who block my way shall die!"

Su Zhan's voice rang out again, his broadsword fiercely meeting the ten elite cavalrymen. The blade flashed, each swing bringing forth a spray of blood and screams of agony.

The elite wolf riders were harvested like weeds before him.

Seeing the bloodbath stirred up by his personal guards, the approaching black demon god, and the Snow Wolf army crumbling on the battlefield with its morale shattered by his own serious injuries, Snow Wolf roared, "Retreat! Retreat! The entire army retreats to the depths of Eagle's Sorrow Gorge!"

He roared with his last breath, his voice filled with resentment.

As soon as he finished speaking, he could no longer hold on and his body swayed as he was about to fall, but the guards who rushed up beside him held him firmly.

The sound of retreating ox horns finally echoed throughout the entire Eagle Sorrow Gorge.

Snow Wolf's guards abandoned everything like a receding tide, fleeing desperately into the depths of the valley.

Without any hesitation, Su Zhan waved his hand and shouted, "Charge!"

Su Zhan's voice cut through the wind and snow. The steel torrent behind him did not hesitate for a moment, once again spurring its horses and sweeping towards the direction where the remnants of the Snow Wolf army had fled.

Snow Wolf's personal guards desperately carried their heavily wounded commander into the deep plank road of Eagle Sorrow Gorge, leaving behind shocking streaks of blood on the ground.

Li Ergou wiped the blood from his eyes, panting heavily as he crawled out of the pile of stones. Watching the main force surge past, he spat and roared, "Those still breathing, come after me! Don't let those wolf cubs get away!"

The remaining light cavalry and infantry of Stone City quickly gathered and joined the pursuing iron torrent.

Deep within Eagle's Sorrow Gorge, the wind and snow intensified. The sheer cliffs on both sides compressed the space, and the plank road was slippery and winding, severely slowing down Snow Wolf's speed. Every now and then, wounded soldiers who had fallen behind were overtaken by the Stone City's vanguard heavy cavalry and their lives were ended. Their screams echoed within the canyon, only to be quickly swallowed by the wind and snow.

His personal guards, their cheeks slashed open and flesh torn open, clung to him desperately, pleading, "General, hold on!"

Snow Wolf's left rib wound was so deep that bone was visible. Every jolt made him dizzy, blood foam appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were unfocused. He had been overwhelmed by despair.

The shouts of battle behind them grew closer and closer, while the ferocious battle flag of Stone City clung tightly to their rear.

"There's a glacier ahead!"

An anxious voice called out. At the end of the plank road was a wide, frozen river lying across the bottom of the ravine. The ice shimmered white in the wind and snow. This was the only way out, or it could be the only way to die.

"Cross the river!"

With his last breath, Xue Tianlang commanded his men, and the wolf soldiers immediately charged madly towards the ice. The sound of footsteps and hooves thundered across the ice, and the fragile surface crackled and sputtered.

The vanguard general of Stone City, who had followed closely behind, roared, "Fire!"

The archers, who had been poised to strike, immediately unleashed a rain of arrows. The arrows fell with a sharp whistle, piercing the wolf soldiers' leather armor and pinning them to the ice, their screams echoing incessantly.

Some people even broke through the ice and fell into the icy river, only to be swept away by the rapid current.

Surrounded by his guards, Snow Wolf staggered to the middle of the river.

He turned his head and saw that Su Zhan's figure had already jumped off the plank road and stepped onto the edge of the icy river, his killing intent instantly locking onto him.

A muffled boom came from beneath their feet. A huge ice sheet in the middle of the river could not withstand the trampling of too many people and horses and shattered with a crash.

Seven or eight guards, along with their commander riding a snow wolf, were instantly swallowed by the icy river.

"General!"

The wolf soldiers around him let out desperate howls. Snow Wolf felt an irresistible force pulling him backward. The river water instantly enveloped him, and the biting cold choked his throat.

He saw the murky river carrying the corpse downstream, and saw a black figure walking on the ice above.

The excruciating pain consumed his body and his last vestiges of consciousness; he could only watch helplessly as it all unfolded.

Su Zhan reined in his horse at the edge of the shattered ice hole, the wind and snow lashing against his armor.

He glanced at the blood-stained river and the scattered wolf soldiers kneeling and begging for mercy, and coldly snorted, "Kill him!"

Several soldiers immediately rushed forward, pulled the Snow Wolf out of the ice hole, and then hacked it to death.

Snow Wolf finally curled up on the ground, like a pitiful little dog, with none of its previous majesty remaining.

Su Zhan didn't even glance at Xue Tianlang's corpse, and shouted to those around him, "Check the battlefield, take prisoners! Send word that Eagle Sorrow Gorge is now open, and Xue Tianlang has been beheaded!"

In the massive stone city, the war machines roared once again, and everyone began to busy themselves.

The battle was extremely fierce and the losses were heavy. Everyone wore a solemn expression as they began to clean up the battlefield.