Come to another world and become a lord

The atmosphere in Prime Minister Aaron's study was extremely depressing. The candlelight flickered slightly, reflecting his gloomy face. He gently placed the letter on the table, then slowly exhaled a breath of foul air towards the sky. News came from the front that Karl had captured Walter and was also named Earl.

He had received intelligence that the Crusaders had been ambushed in the forest and suffered heavy casualties. This had made him feel relieved, as he felt that Ford should not be eliminated so easily. After all, the King was on the side of the vampire. But reality was always so unsatisfactory, and none of the promises he should have received were fulfilled.

Thinking of this, Aaron's face became terribly gloomy.

"Casabelos~"

He called out in a low voice. It was eerily quiet around him, with only his own voice echoing in the study.

"Casabelos!" he shouted again, raising his voice.

Then he heard the wailing of crows. Flocks of black crows flew into the room, gathered in front of him, and finally formed a human shape.

Casabelos stood there with his back hunched, and said to him in a hoarse voice:

"Mr. Prime Minister, Casabelos greets you. What can I do for you?"

"Ford lost." Aaron said without emotion.

"Yes." The wizard nodded.

"You said he could deal with Carl, so I gave up supporting Torreso." Aaron said again.

"I just said he was difficult to deal with, but I didn't say he could beat Carl." Casabellos was as calm as ever.

Aaron snorted coldly, turned around and walked to the window, his eyes fixed on the distance, looking at the streets of the capital, and then said coldly:

"Are you kidding me, mage?"

Casabelos, however, just paced around as if nothing had happened, and then suddenly said:

"At least, those vampires are no longer a threat."

"Defeating a vampire has created a more troublesome person. Now even Campbell is convinced, and the king has changed his side. It is a foregone conclusion that Carl will become the Duke of the North..." Aaron didn't want to say any more at this point. He just exhaled and then sat down again.

But the wizard said:

"He is only a human being after all, and will not affect our plans."

"Are you sure?" Aaron showed a distrustful attitude.

"Believe me, he is not as powerful as we think. The ownership of the North is still under discussion." Casabelos said again.

"Then you'd better come up with some practical solutions, otherwise what use would I have for you?" Aaron raised his voice again.

Casabelos stood there silently without saying a word. Aaron suddenly felt that he was staring at him. From the dark hood, he could feel the cold gaze, which made him shudder for a moment.

After a long time, he finally heard the other party speak:

"I understand. Leave it to me~"

After saying this, he saw the other party's body begin to split, and finally turned into a group of crows, which flew out of the window with strange cries, leaving Aaron alone.

The room fell silent again. Aaron stood up, facing the window, looking in the direction where the crow flew away. There was both anxiety and anticipation in his eyes.

At the same time, on the vast grasslands in the north, the flames of war were raging. The cold wind mixed with the smell of battle echoed across the land, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood. The nomadic warriors filled the entire hillside, with their bowstrings taut, and their arrows flew across the sky like birds, piercing the crazy orcs.

"Boom!" A deafening explosion broke the calm of the battlefield. The artillery roared, and the hot shells exploded in the orc vanguard, tearing open a wall of flesh and blood. Dust and fire rose into the sky, and a huge hole was blown out of the ground. The bodies of the orcs were scattered, and the broken limbs and debris were blown away by the wind.

Despite the fierce artillery fire, the orcs showed no sign of retreating. Unlike the previous violent attacks, this time the orcs seemed to be controlled by some invisible force. Their eyes were full of madness, and they let out low roars, as if they knew no fear at all. After each wave of artillery fire, more orcs swarmed from the rear, stepped over the bodies of their companions, and continued to charge forward.

"What happened to them?" Bakhtar, the Khan of the Chaga tribe, stood on a high place, holding his spear tightly in his palm, with beads of sweat on his forehead. His eyes were filled with shock and anger.

"These beasts are simply crazy. Even artillery can't intimidate them! Damn it!" The speaker was Tarbat, the Khan of the Black Hawk tribe. He stood next to Bakhtar with an anxious look on his face.

Bakhtar narrowed his eyes and looked at the orcs who were desperately rushing towards the nomadic defense line. This was definitely not an ordinary attack. Since the six-pound artillery from Rickburg was delivered, this was their strongest reliance against the orcs. The powerful explosion even made the other side hesitate for a while, but now these crazy enemies seemed to completely ignore the fire suppression and began to rush forward regardless of life and death.

"Tell everyone not to retreat! I will kill anyone who dares to escape!" he cursed loudly.

"Sisters, keep shooting! Artillery units, aim at the center of the array!" Not far away, Alma, the female Khan of the Egret tribe, was commanding the long-range troops.

Arrows rained down on the orcs like a torrential rain, but the orcs didn't care at all, as if they only had one goal - to break through the nomads' defenses. Although the warriors of the tribe were brave, they were as fragile as chickens in front of the orcs.

"These guys...are they cursed by something?" As the Red Blood Tribe Khan Sogar watched this scene, he had an ominous feeling in his heart. He realized that this orc offensive was far more dangerous than ever before.

At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened. The cold wind carried a breath of frost, and a slender but majestic figure appeared at the end of the battlefield. Then everyone saw Nura, the Snow Princess, the daughter of the Great Khan Akitila.

Her arrival swept across the battlefield like a winter blizzard. Riding on a pure white horse and wearing white armor, she looked like the embodiment of the ice and snow of the North. She raised the ice spear in her hand, and blue-white magic spread from the tip of the spear, instantly covering the entire battlefield.

Ice and snow fell from the sky like a tide, forming an ice wall that separated the orc army from the nomadic tribes.

Nura galloped on her horse, stepping lightly on the snow. Her arrival seemed to silence the hustle and bustle of the battlefield. The orcs obviously felt the cold threat, and they stopped running and slowed down in the wind and snow.

Then everyone saw Noura raise her hand. Her eyes were as cold as the polar frost, and there was no expression on her stern face. Her hand began to glow slightly, and the ice-blue light flowed out from her fingertips, condensed in the air, and gradually formed a huge vortex of ice and snow.

"Lord of Ice and Snow, respond to my call..." Her voice was low and distant, as if it came from the wind and snow.

As she chanted, the air became increasingly cold, the ground began to freeze, and a thick layer of frost quickly spread from underfoot, freezing the orcs' legs quickly. They howled, trying to break free, but the wind and snow became stronger and stronger, gradually making them lose their ability to move.

"Now!" Nura shouted, and the artillery opened fire again, bombarding the immobile beasts. At this time, they became complete sitting ducks, dying one by one in the explosion.

Finally, the orc army stopped attacking and began to retreat. Everyone began to cheer, and the four khans looked at Nura with joy.

"The princess' power has become stronger again." Alma exclaimed.

"Yes, she will probably become the strongest Snow Princess in the tribe's history." Bakhtar nodded in agreement.

Nura stood in the center of the battlefield. She raised her head and looked in the direction where the orcs were fleeing in the distance. A trace of worry flashed in her eyes.