"This is much stronger than my own strength. If only I could harness it."
The young blacksmith thought to himself.
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[Year 20 of the chanical Calendar, it has been nine years since Mr. Walter, the Steam Tutor, first created steam. Under the guidance of the Great Queen Elsa, the mighty power of steam spread throughout Winter City. This was also the year the Frost Wolf Clan, rulers of the Northern Snow Plains, launched their invasion.]
Awwo...
The chilling wolf howls resonated through the sky filled with snowstorms, striking fear into the hearts of all who heard them. Soon, amidst the blizzard that obscured vision, rendering anything beyond five ters invisible, beams of red light appeared in the night.
These were terrifying Frost Wolves.
These creatures native to the Northern Snow Plains were much larger than common wolves found elsewhere. A fully grown Frost Wolf could reach a length of three to four ters and stand over a ter high, capable of carrying a fully ard warrior.
The Frost Wolf Clan was adept at taming Frost Wolves. They have relied on their wolf partners for generations to beco Frost Wolf Knights, and when the Wolf Cavalry executed a collective charge, few could stand in their way on the snow plains.
However...
"Father, do we really need to attack Winter City? I feel this is overly risky. Our food supply is sufficient this year; we don’t need to take such a gamble."
A single ponytail Female Knight, full of valor and vigor, looked at the towering city walls in front of her, pursed her lips, and advised the imposing man beside her.
Her response was a resounding slap.
"Akate, what cowardice are you showing? The Northern Territory has only ever needed one ruler, and that is our Frost Wolf Clan. If it weren’t for that damn White Dragon ddling, we would have destroyed Winter City years ago."
The man shouted angrily.
The ti for action is now; he could not tolerate anyone shaking the morale of the army, not even his beloved daughter.
"Prepare for action, Akate. I won’t say it a second ti, otherwise you know the consequences yourself. As punishnt, you’re not fit to charge on the frontline; go to the rear and handle logistics."
After leaving these words, he pulled his reins and led the way forward.
However, as he looked up at the towering and majestic city walls, a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.
The cavalry charge is most vulnerable to the obstruction posed by these walls. His daughter was not wrong; a direct assault is not a good strategy.
But there was no choice; as he said, the Northern Territory cannot afford two rulers. The snow plains’ resources are too scarce to support two dominions.
The Frost Wolf Clan was once the Uncrowned King of the Northern Territory, with all tribes submitting to them and regularly paying tribute. But since the mysterious rise of Winter City, more and more tribes have sought allegiance with them in recent years.
If the Frost Wolf Clan doesn’t act soon, they will lose their dominant position, and those tribes that once paid tribute might all switch allegiance to Winter City. Then, the Frost Wolves would no longer enjoy their current days of plenty.
Now, he has no choice.
anwhile, the girl nad Akate remained silent, clutching her burning cheek.
She recalled the envoy from Winter City a few days ago, who invited her father to establish trade cooperation, speaking of mutual benefits.
Although she didn’t fully understand, she believed it seed like a good idea. However, her father reacted with anger, organizing today’s attack instead.
Sigh, hopefully, today’s action will go smoothly.
Akate pulled the reins, driving her rare pure white Frost Wolf to the rear of the formation.
Yet, as she moved, she felt puzzled. According to tradition, isn’t the punishnt for disrupting military morale to force the coward to lead the charge, using their life to pave the way? Why did her father punish her by sending her to logistics?
Oh, that’s right. She was indeed the most fierce warrior among the clan’s younger generation. Charging the frontline would actually be a reward, not a punishnt.
Akate just thought about it that way.
Soon, hidden by snow and wind, they arrived at the foot of the walls, while Winter City seed completely unaware.
Then, the Clan Leader urged his wolf forward, and the black wolf beneath him leapt onto the wall, its sharp claws embedded in the brick crevices, with frost spreading from its claws, aiding its climb on the wall.
With the Clan Leader leading, the following Wolf Cavalry also began their action, climbing silently towards the top of the wall.
The walls indeed posed an obstacle for cavalry, but the Frost Wolf Cavalry were no ordinary cavalry. This gave them the confidence to attack despite encountering such formidable walls.
Just as the Wolf Cavalry were about to reach the wall’s top, a woman with white hair appeared over the wall, holding a long black rod, targeting the lead Frost Wolf Clan Leader directly at his head.
"Bang..."
A crisp sound rose in the wind and snow, followed by the hissing sound of air escape.
Imdiately, the leading Clan Leader fell powerlessly from the wall, a small blood hole marking his forehead.
But this was only the beginning; soon, many guards erged on the walls, each holding one of those peculiar long rods.
The Wolf Cavalry were terrified and fled in all directions, but it was already too late.
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