The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

"who is she?"

Maginus asked, and Laura explained to her, who was new to the area and had no access to information:

"The legend of Ice Flower City, as you can see, is a snow elf. She is the one who cares most about the survival of Ice Flower City. She was in charge of creating the magic circle, and the weather management tower is one of her mage towers."

As the snow elf invited the legend to take his seat, six people immediately took up the important positions in front of the stage: two dwarves, two elves, a wolf-headed beastman, and a human.

"My lord, why have you summoned us and opened the council hall? Has something important happened?"

Everyone took their seats, and a human, clearly a plant, stood up to ask a question. The snow elf nodded, his expression extremely serious.

"Our weather management tower's mages have discovered an extremely serious problem, and it has been confirmed that the temperature in the North is indeed dropping. The initial suspicion is that it is the wrath of the Winter Maiden."

The recounting of the discovery of the management tower caused an uproar in the council hall, which fell into a noisy atmosphere. Many people panicked and hesitated about whether to flee the North.

"Quiet, now we invite the bishop of the Church of Winter to explain the situation."

The snow elf tapped the table, then turned to the head of the Winter Maiden Temple, looking at the old woman who was being glared at with anger. The old woman stood up, showing no fear, but rather an expression of pride:

"Although we cannot contact K, this is undoubtedly something done by the great goddess."

The Church of Winter has completely lost contact with the Winter Maiden, but only K would do something like this strange natural phenomenon; it's definitely asking the people of the North to contribute something.

The legends were also helpless against these arrogant priests. The snow elf frowned and asked, "What does the great Winter Maiden need us to offer in order to stop this temperature drop?"

"It's not about asking us to offer anything, it's about protecting us!"

To everyone's surprise, the church bishop suddenly spoke with righteous indignation: "Danger is approaching. I don't believe you haven't noticed the pack of gnolls gathering outside Iceflower City!"

"Those gnolls were definitely heading for Iceflower City, and the Great Goddess naturally lowered the temperature to prevent K's followers from being harmed, causing them to die in the cold!"

There's no need to drag the entire Northland down with them. Apart from a few important cities, there are many other tribes living in the wilderness outside.

Many people complain in their hearts, but don't say what they're thinking.

"They certainly won't believe this story. The Winter Maiden is no easy deity to deal with."

From the perspectives of others, Rachel Bertie discerned the thoughts of the other legends and patriarchs of Iceflower City. Laura and Maginos nodded, and the succubus smiled:

"But if we reverse this statement, doesn't it make sense?"

in turn?

Before Rachel could process what was happening, the legendary wolf-like beastman in the crystal ball stood up the next second:

"For our own sake, and for the sake of our goddess, we should kill those gnolls and offer a blood sacrifice to honor our great maiden of winter."

"I see, blood sacrifice, that explains it."

The Book Spirit suddenly realized that as an evil god, the Winter Maiden would naturally be satisfied by offering up her own and her enemies' blood, and war could also maximize people's faith in her.

“That’s right. I’ve thought about it carefully, and she might really be deliberately lowering the temperature for the sake of faith and blood sacrifice.”

Maginus interjected, saying that this was in the best interests of the Winter Maiden. Disaster was imminent, and the K's connection with the mortal world was weakening, which meant that the channels for obtaining divine power were becoming weaker and weaker.

Those who are inherently powerful, like Mother Earth, are fine, as her true form is Netheriel herself. Winter Maiden is probably not that strong, so we need to acquire as much faith power as possible before the disaster reaches K.

The cooling effect will guide the gnolls and Iceflower City into battle, and people's faith in K will also increase.

As for whether the faith gained through this means could offset the divine power needed to control the cooling of the North, Maginus thought it could.

After all, it wasn't just Ice Flower City that suffered the disaster; the drop in temperature would also inspire faith in K in other cities. It's just that the dream of the Eighth City Zero Wu G didn't cause a war.

Chapter 594 The Spread of Hunger

Iceflower City quickly approved the battle proposal and prepared to fight the gnolls.

Regardless of whether they can quell this disaster, they will definitely have to fight the gnolls, even though some legends have spoken with their legends and confirmed that the gnolls' target is Nethari.

Indeed, upon confirming the temperature drop, a legendary figure from Iceflower City immediately went to meet with the legendary figures of the gnolls. After learning that their target was not Iceflower City, they warned the monsters about the temperature issue and urged them to leave immediately.

The leading legends refused to believe it, stating that they needed to wait for the Gnoll King's command before acting. However, since communication between the gods and the Prime Material Plane was now disrupted, the Demon Lords' communication would certainly be much slower.

In short, with a large group of gnolls unwilling to leave, the future is largely predictable.

They are not behaving unusually at the moment, simply because the temperature is not low enough and there is still plenty of food.

If the temperature continues to drop, they will consume more food to keep warm. What will happen when they run out of food?

Then we'll have to find food from other places, and the first place to go is Ice Flower City, where there's food everywhere.

Battle was inevitable, and the fierce northerners were naturally not afraid of fighting. They began to make preparations early, and the streets suddenly became lively.

"The local people are really tough."

Looking down from the upper floors of the hotel, even the children had daggers strapped to their waists, and other adults had weapons slung over their backs or waists, creating a scene of universal conscription.

"After all, this is the northern land; if you don't know how to hunt, you'll starve to death."

Rachel looked at the spellbook in her hand, which she had picked up from a secondhand bookstore in the North. She hadn't expected to find such an unexpected treasure. Although they were all minor spells, they could still expand her spellbook.

What Maginus needs to do next is simple: just wait until the two sides go to war, help Iceflower City, and leave behind the name of Tireni.

"I didn't expect it to go so smoothly. My matter has become Ice Flower City's matter, and they didn't even have to do much."

Maginus was quite surprised. She had originally thought that she would have to go through a series of events to create conflict between Iceflower City and the Gnolls, and then she would have to continue to escalate the conflict.

She only noticed the temperature drop, and that alone was enough to prompt Ice Flower City to take action. Truly, things are unpredictable.

"Should we help you?"

Rachel asked questions while reading, and Maginus, wiping away the blood that hadn't yet been stained with blood, answered with absolute certainty: "Of course we should. If we don't do something, wouldn't it be a waste of our trip?"

Cold, hunger, irritability...

An ordinary gnoll guard leaned against an ice stake, closing his eyes and relying on sleep and minimal movement to reduce heat loss and energy consumption.

"Damn it, isn't the weather getting colder and colder?" the jackal-man said.

The biting wind woke it up, and it scratched its cheek. Just as it was about to close its eyes again, a shout from afar brought a look of surprise to its face:

"dinner time!"

It dropped its weapons and ran decisively on all fours toward the place where it was going to eat, along with countless other gnolls.

As chaotic and savage creatures, they have no concept of humility; everything must be obtained through fighting. Only through sufficient bloodshed and violence can they obtain food and survive in the gnoll clan.

This is an instinct etched deep in the soul, and it will basically never change.

Fortunately, the gnoll guard was strong enough and close enough to the food distribution point. It soon saw a scene that surprised it: a long line had formed at the food distribution point, and all the gnolls were waiting patiently for their food, with no one cutting in line.

The unusual sight alerted it, and the clever gnoll guards promptly moved to the very back of the line, watching as some reckless youths rushed toward the food distribution area.

The gnoll at the forefront was instantly cleaved in two, its fallen body caught by a giant hand and tossed into the distributed food.

The high-level gnoll surveyed his surroundings, picked up a leg, chewed it up and ate it, bone and all, and announced the new order issued by the legend: "Eat your food sparingly. Anyone who misbehaves from now on will become food."

Its threat forced everyone to obediently line up in a long queue. The gnoll guard was glad of its intelligence, as it soon got its turn to receive food. However, after receiving a piece of meat, its initial joy vanished instantly.

Damn it, why is there such a small piece of meat!

Looking at the palm-sized piece of meat, and under the pressure from the powerful gnoll, the gnoll guard swallowed the meat and left, returning to his post to curl up in a ball to keep warm.

The meager amount of food wasn't even enough to fill their teeth. Due to insufficient energy and heat from not having eaten their fill, the chill intensified. The gnoll guards dared not fall asleep again, keeping their eyes open and hoping that their shift would end soon so they could go out and find something to eat.

At the same time, it also kept an eye on its companion beside it. The guy from another clan looked stupid and might attack it if he got too hungry.

As night fell, it was finally time for the shift change. The gnoll guards decisively left the gate, which they didn't really need to guard, and rushed into the snow in an attempt to find food.

Time passed slowly, and it strained its nose as much as possible, trying to catch the scent of its prey in the cold air. However, all it could smell was gnolls.

It doesn't mind eating its own kind, but the problem is that if two gnolls start fighting, it will attract other creatures, and in the end, their flesh might end up being used by the onlookers.

Bloody smell!

Just as the gnoll guard was about to leave in despair, the smell of blood in the air jolted him awake, and he rushed toward the location, where he saw two of his own kind fighting.

It remembered the two of them, from two feuding clans. They were clearly starving, and upon seeing each other, they engaged in battle driven by hatred and hunger.

The smell of blood spread quickly, and more than a dozen gnolls appeared. They looked at each other, and finally, the gnoll guard suggested, "How about we kill those two and split them?"

"it is good!"

With its eyes gleaming, it seemed that someone was starving and immediately agreed to its suggestion, pouncing on the two of its kind.

Cannibalism was taking place in the snow, and even the jackals, who were used to it, gradually became dissatisfied with their leader and began to consider leaving the group.

There was some arguing during the process of eating the two gnolls, but they both remained restrained, fearing that if they were injured, they would suffer the same fate as their two brethren.

Licking at the blood, the gnoll guards returned to their camp, huddled together with their clan members, and fell asleep, still remaining vigilant.

Chapter 595 Making a Decision in Battle

"The weather is getting colder and colder. What that snow elf said is true. What should we do next? We can't wait any longer. We must head towards the mountains immediately."

Inside the igloo of the gnoll camp, all the powerful gnolls sat together, discussing their next plan.

They had naturally observed what the snow elves of Ice Flower City said, and after confirming that it was true, they disagreed with each other.

Some gnolls felt that their presence in the North had led them to expand the territory for the gnoll king, which angered the Winter Maiden, and the current cold was her punishment.

The gnolls are certainly not a monolithic group. If they were mostly monolithic like the dark elves, the gnoll king would probably have become an evil god much sooner.

Some of them worship the god of hunting, while others worship the maiden of winter. In short, their beliefs are not unified, and their feelings for the gnoll king are more of respect for a king and a strongman than faith in a god.

In short, the argument that provoked the Winter Girl's anger was immediately targeted, since similar incidents had occurred throughout the North.

The gnolls who didn't want to go to Nesser were definitely out of the question, since most of them didn't want to stay in the Northlands and wanted to go to more fertile places with more food.

Other factions were not so easy to suppress. Although most people wanted to attack Nesery, they debated the timing of the attack.

Some argued that while everyone was still able to move and the cold had not yet completely affected the gnolls' robust physiques, they should immediately lead the army to the mountains. They believed that once they left the northern lands, the world would surely open up, as the shaman who had spoken earlier suggested.

"No."

The gnoll king's messenger, a gnoll imbued with the aura of the abyss, rejected the suggestion:

"The overall strength of the Nesery is definitely no match for ours, but without the help of the great Gnoll King, its king will wipe us out completely."

Maginos Imperius

A shadow fell over the hearts of the jackals. They had learned about her from the messenger before them: the former God of Slaughter had now become a deity walking among humans, though only a quasi-god.

The demons and devils are always well-informed, and no one dares to question the truthfulness of their words. Although they are only quasi-gods, they are still not something they can defeat, and they absolutely need the help of the gnoll king.

"What if we just cross the mountains and set up camp outside the borders of Nesserai?"

“Idiot,” the shaman sneered, looking down on the simple-minded gnoll warrior. “With so many gnolls, how could she not notice? She would probably just wipe us all out.”

The shaman who spoke was very powerful. Although the warrior was angry, he had to hide his anger and dared not refute him. He nodded to show that he understood.

A jackal said with dissatisfaction, "What should we do? The weather is getting colder and colder, and the already scarce food will definitely not last much longer."

“If we don’t leave the North soon, we’ll be fine, but the gnolls down there will either starve or freeze to death. There are only two possibilities.”

Just as a cold-blooded jackal was about to speak, the shaman interrupted him: "Don't say things like 'they were weak when they died.' If they all die, you won't have any slaves or subordinates to command."

“How about we go and cause trouble for Iceflower City?” said the jackal with a skull ring around his neck, licking his lips. “There’s plenty of food there; we can use war to sustain our war effort.”

"If we can successfully enter Ice Flower City, we won't have to worry about the temperature anymore; we can just stay there."

"But Ice Flower City isn't so easy to conquer; some of the legendary characters there are even more than we are."

The jackals were caught in a dilemma. After nearly a night of arguing, someone finally came up with a suitable solution.

"Let's pick a proxy and fight a match!"

The legendary gnoll smashed the ice table and stood up, his gaze sweeping over his brethren, each with their own thoughts: "You talk as much nonsense as those humans. According to our rules, the winner decides everything."

"It's too risky to deal with legendary figures; it would cause too much of a stir. Let's send a higher-ranking one with less fanfare."

The law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak, is ingrained in the genes of the gnolls. Their proposal was immediately agreed upon by the vast majority. Some wise shamans, freed from the control of their instincts, closed their eyes, knowing that they had no better option and had no choice but to agree.

The battle between the gnolls, which was a decisive one, broke out far from Iceflower City, and the scouts on Iceflower City's side immediately took notice of the situation.

Even in a battle between high-level opponents, the sheer scale of the event is enough to draw attention.

However, Maginus was unaware that she usually controlled her powerful senses to prevent them from becoming too acute and interfering with her normal life.

Even in the capital, she only amplified her life perception for a day, briefly scanned Doflamingo to confirm there was nothing seriously wrong, and then turned it off. This was even less true for "Tirini" in the North.

It was Laura who informed her that she had found out, and she immediately left Iceflower City, watching the battle taking place on the icy plains from afar.

"What are they playing? Can you tell that Z炅IX is playing?"

Laura couldn't see very clearly through the crystal ball, but Maginus observed their fight. The fighters were going all out against each other, yet no one died in the entire battle. Those who were on the verge of death were rescued by the shaman.

This alone shows that they are not fighting amongst themselves. As for why they did this, it is probably because they are having difficulty making a decision, so they have to decide through a battle.