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

Chapter 433 You have the final say
After a mortal dies, their soul travels along a secluded path to the underworld, a path lined with soul-guiding flowers that winds and twists before disappearing into the void.

But the people of Frost are different.

The Frostfolk's life ends not in the Netherworld, but flows into the depths of the icy land.

Shasta, as she had said before her death, took her back to the North, but this could not prevent her departure.

At that time, her body was buried in the frozen soil, and her soul flowed into her grandfather's bloodline.

Until that distant voice awakened her from her slumber deep within the earth.

“Valya… come back… come back quickly… we need you…”

The instant she woke up.

She has come to understand the mission of her resurrection.

Hostility spreads from the endless ice plains, and the power of the cold night threatens to engulf the entire land.

……

“Valya will not go with you!” Urak said firmly.

He is one of the priests of Frost, and his words carry the weight of the Frost Clan's attitude.

Lysa was surprised to hear this and hesitated to speak.

Monica frowned and remained silent.

Gwen then looked at Valya and said, “My lady, we didn’t come here to hear that. His Highness wishes to see you, so you must come back with us.”

Valya did not answer.

Another Frost Priest retorted, "Don't treat your grandfather's daughter like a mortal girl! Valya doesn't obey human lords! She can't leave with you."

Lysa asked, "Why? Because of the demons? But didn't we kill them all?"

Urak shook his head and said, "That's just the first herd! Like human scouts, the main race of the Fiends is still on the ice plains! They bring the will of the Other Gods, to let the cold night sweep across the land, and at that time their Other Gods will also awaken in the deepest and coldest night."

Lysa had heard legends of ancient gods before.

Urak claims that their grandfather, the Frost Giant, was the mortal enemy of the ancient Other Gods, and that the two sides were engaged in an eternal war that never ceased.

"Humans may not have recorded it, but we know that the worst thing has happened—they have extended their cold claws to the warm world, and those beasts will freeze the earth and cut off all life!"

"You are human spellcasters, don't you know that the winters in recent years have become increasingly long and eerie?"

"These are the signs of the impending eternal cold night!"

Urak's tone grew heavier and harsher, as if he were reprimanding someone.

Lysa licked her cracked lips, finding them dry.

The snowfield was dry and cold, and all moisture seemed to have turned into a cold, insidious curse.

The Silver Moon Knights, who had fought against the evil spirits, felt this most deeply.

Herman interjected, "Your Excellency, if what you say is true, then the Frost Clan alone is probably powerless. Valya wants to discuss this matter with my lord Roman."

The Frostfolk were at a disadvantage in their battle against the Fiends, and without the Silvermoon Knights' participation, the Frostfolk would not have been able to hold out until Valia awoke.

But everything changed after Valya appeared.

Is this one of the most elite high-ranking warriors on earth?
Or is she the most powerful seated witch in the witch forest?
Far more than that!

The powerful high-ranking knights will be overwhelmed by the chilling echoes of thousands of vengeful spirits.

A quasi-seat witch like Lysa, with the help of the Silver Moon Gem and twenty Silver Moon Knights, can unleash the Silver Moon Domain to purify the Cold Tide Curse on the battlefield, but she cannot use magic to destroy the Fiend Leader.

Valya, however, could do it.

Hermann trembled as he witnessed the scene.

A lone advance, a decapitation strike tactic!
That was the posture that all conquering knights yearned for.

It is said that Valya unleashed even more astonishing power during the battle of the Holy City.

All doubts and dissatisfaction vanished in that instant.

Herman patiently explained, "If the Fiends want to attack the human world, then it's not just a matter for the Frost Clan, but for all of humanity. The only person you can speak to is Prince Roman, who can represent humanity."

He had witnessed the demon's fighting prowess.

Those cold, monstrous creatures all possessed magical power, moving silently in the cold night. In a one-on-one fight, given the martial skills of the conquering knights, they might not lose.

But the Frostfolk say those ancient monsters have always come in droves.

Not to mention that the slain creatures would create a unique 'cold wave echo'.

When hundreds or thousands of monstrous creatures step onto the battlefield, the nature of the war changes.

Herman had already experienced firsthand how astonishing that scene was; it was something no ordinary noble knightly contingent could withstand. Such a creature would bring endless despair to humanity.

This reminded him of the Valley Legion, who had also brought unparalleled terror to the enemy on the battlefield.

Hermann said firmly, "Your Highness is about to unify the land, including Wandong."

Perhaps when he returns, His Highness will own far more land than just the two cities of Origin and Abundance.

Urak said, "Human knight, you are wrong. Outsiders cannot rule this land. The King of Winter is the guardian of the North. This covenant is rooted deep in the blood of all Winter people, and they can never escape it..."

Herman suddenly interrupted, "But the King of Winter has died on his bed! All the people of Winter regard that king as their guardian deity, but sadly, the king is gone, the royal family has no crown prince, and only one person can save this land in the future!"

The Silver Moon Knight's expression and words were fanatical, and he firmly believed it.

Urak remained silent for a moment.

The guardian deities of the North have all perished, with no successors left. This is why the evil creatures can emerge in droves, and this land has lost its rightful ruler.

The Frost Clan was also barely surviving, foreshadowing that the grandfather had fallen behind in the war against the alien gods.

All signs indicate that we are now at a critical turning point in history, and everyone is about to enter a new era.

Will the Frost People have a place in the future?
Or will they disappear like those epic species?
Undoubtedly, this is a time of life and death for the race, and Valya is her grandfather's daughter. How could she possibly go with these people to see their master?
Then they had a heated conversation.

Herman's thinking was clear: they had come for Valya, and the journey alone had taken more than a month; they couldn't just leave like this.

Urak's view was simpler. Humans want to take Valya away? Wishful thinking!

Last time, Valya left with Shasta, and when she returned, she was on the verge of death.

Now another group of people wants to take her away?

The Frostfolk are hostile to humans, and if it weren't for the Silvermoon Knights' assistance on the battlefield, they would have turned against each other long ago.

Herman was also furious. These alien races were not strong and poorly equipped. His Highness did not send them here to reason with them.

Seeing the argument escalate and the atmosphere become tense, Gwen sighed and asked, "Valya, what's your opinion?"

Herman and the group of Frost Priests were stunned.

They had a heated discussion, but they ignored the main subject.

The latter stood in front of the tent, his azure eyes gazing at the icy plains. His glistening white hair fluttered in the wind, and his expression, though lacking the grimness of a battlefield, remained cold and hard. To everyone else, however, that figure appeared lonely and distant.

Only then did Valya turn around and say to Lysa, "Thank you so much for waking me up."

For the past few years, her soul had been wandering deep within the earth, drifting aimlessly in the frozen soil, and lingering in the lifeblood of her grandfather's spirit, until she was finally guided by the light of the silver moon and resurrected.

Lysa returned the gesture with a nod: "Lady Valia, it is what I should do."

Lord Thunder has passed away, and Valya is now the chief witch of the Witchwood.

Valya continued, "I will go to the human world in the future, but not now."

Her voice was firm: "My people are not exaggerating. If the evil spirits invade Wandong, the ancient alien gods will unleash even greater power, my grandfather will be defeated, and no one on earth will be able to stop the spread of the cold night... To avoid that situation, I can only stop the cold night's southward advance from the very beginning. The snowfield is the middle ground between Wandong and the icefield, and we cannot let them cross it easily."

Hermann's face was bitter: "It would be difficult to do this on your own."

"I will notify the Kingdom of Wandong to give them advance warning and let them send troops."

Hermann replied, "The nobles are busy fighting for power and profit; it's harder to get them to unite than to turn frozen ground into fertile soil."

“There is no other way!” She turned back. “I have made my decision, human knight.”

A pristine white full-body armor stood before him. He had heard the witches say it was made of platinum, a material even rarer than adamantite and mithril. The witch Lin had used the resources accumulated during the Conquerors' era to create this unparalleled armor for Valya.

Is she a seventh-tier knight or an eighth-tier knight?

Once this kind of person makes a decision, who can change it?

So, are we just going to go back empty-handed?

Even someone as swift as the Silver Moon Knight would need more than a month to get back.

They came well-prepared and traveled light, but now their supplies are exhausted and their money is running out, so the journey will only take longer.

Moreover, Valya's resolute attitude made him realize that this was a huge crisis, not to mention the entire human world, but the disaster that befell Wandong was certainly inevitable.

His Highness is invincible, but he is, after all, far away.

The situation has changed.

If His Highness were here, what would he do?
The nobles who suffered the winter may have deserved to die, but the commoners are different. They will be Your Highness's wealth in the future. If the loss is really huge, will Your Highness be happy?

Finally, Hermann made up his mind and sighed, "It's up to you."

(End of this chapter)