Bacchus' iron-clad hands brushed the mane on the horse's back, feeling comfortable, just like the wheat fields harvested in autumn, exuding the warmth of life. He raised his head and looked at the canyon at his feet. It was a broad, snow-covered canyon.
And the huge and strong north wind is whistling from here, passing through the canyon and reaching the south. As long as you pass through this canyon, the city of Kislev will be within easy reach.
When summer comes, the snowflakes are melting. Dark brown soil appears on large areas of land, instead of the endless white snow like in the north. In the cold wind, Bacchus holds the reins and rides a horse standing at the top of the mountain and at the foot of the mountain,
It is the huge griffin army. The griffin army composed of 20,000 Kislev veterans is slowly passing through the valley. It is ironic to say that Bacchus considers himself a loyal minister, even though he does not belong to the official army of Kislev
, but for hundreds of years, as long as the Tsar requested it, they would come to support as soon as possible. Regardless of reward or risk. Now, this ace army of Kislev has become the vanguard army against the Tsar.
Perhaps decades ago, they should have seen through this scam. Thinking of how he slaughtered Mrs. Kisri for the Vampire Queen seven years ago, Backus regretted it. He regretted that he had been blinded by lies and appearances.
He should have awakened long ago instead of being blindly loyal. In recent months, he has stood with the Northern Alliance and killed the resurrected undead, which is a way to make up for the mistakes he has made in the past.
The cold wind ruffled Bacchus' hair and tore the gryphon banner behind him. He was about to go down the mountain and stand with his soldiers. The large army was about to pass through the valley. He almost heard the trumpet of victory. Just for a moment.
, the ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble. At first, Bacchus thought it was an illusion, perhaps caused by his mental stress and fatigue over the years. However, the war horse leaped high with its front hooves and neighed uneasily. In the valley
The wind force suddenly increased in an instant.
No! This is not a naturally occurring wind!
Backus only felt that something was wrong, and by the time he reacted, it was already too late. The urgent horn sound was drowned out by the roaring sound of landslides. As far as he could see, large areas of snow were pouring from the top of the mountain like rushing floods.
And down.
"It's an avalanche!"
The soldiers screamed in fear. Even well-trained and experienced veterans would tremble in the face of natural disasters. No matter how powerful the enemy was, they never flinched. However, the one who attacked them this time was not
The army of the undead is not a human army, but a terrible natural disaster. Human beings appear to be helpless in the face of such natural disasters, just like a giant's feet crushing a group of ants to death.
However, not many people know that this is not a natural disaster at all, but man-made...
Catalina stood at the end of the valley, chanting that terrible spell. The ice air currents passed around her, spiraling up like a tornado, reflecting the gray space into deep blue.
In the valley, the snow piles that had accumulated all winter formed a torrent of snow, pouring down from both sides of the valley. The ground trembled, and a snow wall tens of meters high formed on both sides of the valley, rushing down.
The soldiers were panicked. Their formation? Military quality? No, it didn't exist. The legion under the avalanche lost its organization and discipline at this moment. The soldiers were like headless flies, scurrying around.
The next moment, the galloping snow waves were like a scourge, completely submerging thousands of soldiers. The huge griffon army lost one-third of its soldiers in an instant. Moreover, they were not ordinary soldiers, these soldiers were all in the army.
A veteran who grew up in years of battles. The scene before him broke Bacchus' heart.
He pulled out the sword on his back, shouted heartbreakingly, and drove his horse to swoop down the hill. He wanted to save his legion, and there were nearly 10,000 soldiers who were not buried alive. This was an ambush.
However, there is still hope for them to fight back.
However, this was not an ordinary ambush. The people who ambushed them were not ordinary people. The avalanche had just subsided, and before the soldiers of the Griffin Legion could recover from their panic, the Ice Queen's army appeared in the valley.
At the end, rows of neatly dressed Kislev infantry marched towards the frightened Griffin Legion with small steps.
Like a torrent of steel making a dull sound, the remaining veterans of the Griffin Legion were preparing to form an offensive formation to counterattack, but they were beaten to the punch by the enemy. The roaring sound of musket fire sounded, that was the Kislev Shooting Army! The ace army directly under the tsar's command.
, are rare in number and extremely precious. Even during the Elengrad rebellion, they were rarely seen. But now, Katarina is using them to deal with her former friendly army, the Griffin Legion.
After a burst of dense gunfire, hundreds of soldiers and knights of the Griffin Legion fell in a pool of blood. Their helmets could not stop the high-speed flying bullets. Powerful firearms! After a salvo, the soldiers began to reload. At the same time,
, the archers in the back row threw rain of arrows into the sky.
A hail of arrows came overwhelmingly, and there were at least a thousand Kislev soldiers holding bows and arrows in the back row to shoot. The soldiers of the Griffin Legion had just escaped the dense rain of bullets, and were immediately injured by the rain of arrows.
Their fine armor and shields were filled with arrows, and some armors had multiple bullet holes. Blood flowed in the valley.
Wails and screams came and went.
"Follow me and charge!"
Just when the crowd was about to despair, the old general Bacchus rushed out from behind the crowd with a big sword in his hand. Like a born king, he rode on an armored horse, with feathers fluttering on his gorgeous armor. As soon as Bacchus appeared,
This immediately aroused the fighting spirit of the soldiers. They were covered in blood and charged with the old lord. They believed that as long as there was a commander, there would be victory. However, what the Snow Queen Katarina hated the most was the king. For decades, she
The purpose of the southern and northern expeditions was to eliminate all the kings in the territory, because she is the only one who is the real king. She is the queen of Kislev, the tsarina. She will never allow this crown to be stolen by anyone, even through prying eyes
Will not work.
The taste of power is like a charming fragrance. Once you taste it, you can't let it go. You can't put it down.
Hatred turned Catalina into a devil. She watched this scene coldly from behind the legion. The shooting army's guns were once again aimed at the charging griffon legion, and at the white-haired old general Bacchus. The target was
It was so obvious that the bright silver armor reflected pale silver light in the miserable sunlight.
As a burst of terrifying gunfire sounded, bullets formed a barrage and flew densely toward the charging Griffin Legion soldiers.