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

Chapter 429 Ancient Gods
They set off in early spring, heading north on a long march, covering a hundred miles a day, and making continuous progress.

More than ten days later, they successfully entered the land of Wandong and personally felt the biting cold wind from the northern land. The wind swept in and their muscles trembled involuntarily.

The Black Iron Land occupies the fertile and rich central valley.

The land of winter is also known as the northern land.

Its territory is vast, with a land area larger than that of the Black Iron.

However, the cost is a harsh environment and severe climate, covered by ice and snow all year round, making it difficult to develop resources. Like the Igor region, it is a cold and harsh land at a high latitude.

It is said that human civilization has yet to explore the frontiers of the land of Wandong.

It is incredibly vast and boundless. The further north you go, the colder it becomes. When you reach the endless ice plains, all explorers must stop.

They traveled from south to north, and entering Wandong was just the beginning.

The destination is deep in the snowfield.

This means traversing the entire kingdom of Wandong.

Fortunately, this team has a very high level of talent.

The Silver Moon Knights, gleaming with silver light, numbered over twenty and were led by Herman. He was the deputy commander of the special forces, second only to generals like Grin. Eight witches also accompanied them.

The journey was arduous, and the most striking impression Wan Dong left on everyone was the collapse of order.

The Black Iron Lands also experienced a collapse of order, but the Conqueror's Order was quickly taken over by the Order of the Gods.

Despite the immense suffering of the people of Black Iron, the priests and nuns have been striving to maintain basic order and preserve unity.

But Wan Dong is completely different.

The Winter King died on his sickbed two years ago, just days after the Dark Iron King Iolion died in battle.

This king had no heirs, and the royal power fell into the hands of others, causing the vast kingdom to fall apart in an instant.

The dukes of Wandong held their own armies and waged war against each other.

Some dukes proclaimed the Order of the Conquerors, others invoked the name of the gods of the Papacy, and still others called themselves the King of Winter.

Wandong has nearly ten dukes of varying ranks, as well as a number of independent frontier marquises, some of whom are even more powerful than the dukes.

Today, most forces have joined this power struggle.

However, the war situation in Wandong was irrelevant to Hermann and others.

The Silver Moon Knights are light cavalry, their silver-white armor is extremely light, making them agile and incredibly mobile.

With the brilliance of the Silver Moon Gem, the Silver Moon Knights' combat power is comparable to that of the Winter Guard or the Winter Knights of the frontier. They are a powerful, high-end foreign force.

The local forces in Wandong were hostile, wary, tempted, exploited, and even wanted to subdue them.

Hermann had to step in and negotiate, racking his brains to explain their origins and purpose to the nobles, which took a long time.

Later, wherever he went, he was treated differently by the local nobles. But Herman was already used to it and only wanted to exchange gold coins for supplies.

They traveled light, and their supplies were quickly exhausted.

While the Silver Moon Gem can restore their physical strength and energy, it has a miraculous effect on witches and an even greater effect on Silver Moon Knights.

But this doesn't mean they can go without food and water; they can only replenish their supplies locally and make progress with great difficulty.

Hermann led his men across the winter, and after more than a month, they finally emerged from the quagmire of civilization and arrived at its frontier.

The frontier of civilization means a desolate place, devoid of villages and towns.

According to information obtained by Herman.

A group of intelligent beings are active here.

They are not human, but the Frost race.

……

"You've come to rescue my grandfather's daughter?"

They are descendants of giants, as if they came from ancient times. They are all over two meters tall, with bodies like rugged white stones, ice-blue eyes, white hair, and features as deep as some kind of stone statue.

Urak is the leader of the Frost.

When Tarek first met the Silver Moon Knights, he lost his mind and attacked them like a madman.

But the young Frostborn were soon taken prisoner.

And then, there is the scene we see today.

Hundreds of Frost Warriors arrived at the sound of the news, and Urak also appeared, speaking with the witches before him.

The Frost Leader said, "Valya left with the black-haired spellcaster and returned barely alive. We tried everything to heal her, but Valya hasn't woken up yet." "That's why we came!" Monica repeated. The black-haired spellcaster was none other than Shasta.

The chieftain pondered for a long time before speaking in broken human language: "Release Tarek... He was a member of Valya's tribe, but his tribe was destroyed by human knights."

Gwen hinted, "That knight's name is Kerton. He is a high-ranking knight of the Demon Hunter Knights and an enemy of the witch."

Shasta had said that Valya's tribe was completely destroyed in that battle. Kerton himself was nearly killed when Shasta severed his spine.

This event led Valya to leave the snowfields and join the Witchwood, becoming one of its members.

Silvermoon Lysa gave Herman a look, and the latter removed the Silvermoon Longsword from Tarek's neck.

“I will take you to see my grandfather’s daughter.” Urak turned and left.

Valya held a very high position in the Frost Clan and was respectfully addressed as 'Grandfather's Daughter'.

The grandfather refers to the frost giant in mythology.

The grandfather's daughter is the elder and mother of all the Frost people.

The Frostfolk are descendants of the Frost Giants, originating from the Endless Ice Plains, and later migrating to the Snowfields of Winterfall.

Although Valya is only just coming of age, she is the only one in hundreds of years to awaken her bloodline and the only hope to lead her people back to the Endless Ice Plains.

However, the Frostfolk tried everything they could to save Valya from her near-death state.

Now, our formidable enemy has left the icy plains and set foot on the snowy plains.

After discovering traces of those vile creatures, the Frost Clan grew increasingly desperate, pinning their hopes on these outsiders to awaken Valya.

"Lady Monica, was this trip really necessary?" Herman was greatly disappointed. After meeting the legendary Frostfolk, he began to doubt whether all of this was worthwhile.

Because the Frostfolk are not powerful.

Its physical strength is inferior to that of the Silver Moon Armor. The wooden spear is also not as sharp as the Silver Moon Sword.

If Valya cannot withstand the combined attack of twenty Silvermoon Knights, was it worthwhile for them to awaken her?

Hermann knew very well that a major operation was about to take place in the Valley. His Highness urgently needed manpower.

At this critical juncture, they were unable to share His Highness's burdens. Being thousands of miles away, even though the order came from His Highness himself, they still felt guilty and worried.

“Of course it is, you wouldn’t understand.” The witch smiled mysteriously, but her eyes held a mocking look.

Herman felt a sense of rejection.

These witches were carefree and playful, even finding joy in their punishments.

Don't stoop to their level, Herman told himself.

The actual leader of this team is Silver Moon Ryza.

She did not participate in the Holy City War and had little experience, but she was the originator of the Silver Moon Knights and the appointed seated witch, so her status was second only to the sleeping Valia.

Urak led them to a tribal camp, a place made up of fur tents of all sizes. The Frostfolk lived a nomadic life, eating raw meat and drinking blood.

The Frostfolk in the camp came out to greet their leader, and they spoke to each other in the Frostfolk language.

A moment later, Urak's face turned as cold and hard as ice. He believed that these outsiders should know the current situation, so he turned to Silver Moon Lysa and said, "We have found the tracks of a great enemy ten kilometers away from the camp. This is the closest they have ever come to us."

The group exchanged bewildered glances. The prophet had mentioned that the journey would be fraught with difficulties, and the outcome might not necessarily be good.

Otherwise, Roman would never have sent twenty Silver Moon Knights and several battle witches to this place; they could have played a greater role elsewhere.

Silvermoon Lysa asked, "What is this formidable enemy you speak of?"

"Don't you know? Don't humans have any cold, hard stories related to them?"

Gwen responded with a smile: "There are many ancient legends of the human race, and each country is completely different. Wan Dong is quite unfamiliar to us. We have only heard a few legends about Wan Dong prisoners, the fall of wind and snow, and the strange god of the cold night, but we don't know much about them."

Urak then turned to tell a chilling story:

"It is our enemy, with whom we have fought for countless years on the ice plains."

"Our grandfather, the Frost Giants, waged an ancient war against their creators in ancient times. We, as their descendants, follow in his footsteps and regard them as our greatest enemy."

"Even later, when the Frost bloodline weakened, they remained strong. We had to migrate from the endless ice plains to the less cold snow plains more than a hundred years ago."

"We thought that with the entire ice sheet to their name, they would stop fighting and live peacefully until we reclaimed their homeland."

"But two years ago, my people found a mutilated, gnawed animal carcass while hunting, and were shocked to realize that they had crossed the boundaries of the cold, barren tundra and invaded the space beyond the ice field..."

Urak lowered his head, staring at these outsiders with his icy blue eyes:

"They are cold, monstrous creatures that lurk during the day and emerge at night, vicious and cruel, with a thirst for death, and their creator... is none other than the ancient, cold, and strange god from your human legends!"

(End of this chapter)