"Is that so?" Todd stood up, walked over to Alfonso, and carefully examined the dragon bone parasites on the other's body.

The parasite's limbs droop listlessly together, and the important joints are as hard as ice, feeling like stones placed in a refrigerator to the touch.

Todd glanced at the swirling snow outside the door and suddenly remembered something.

Dragon bones can insulate against high temperatures and absorb fire, suggesting they are parasites that prefer warm environments. However, it's the dead of winter in the Froststone Tribe, where even a piss outside freezes into an icicle, let alone dragon bones.

Alfonso reached into the gap in the armor and pulled out a tuft of animal fur. He said to Todd, "We've tried a lot of methods. One of them is to put fur between the armor and the keel to keep it warm. But if you stay outside for a long time, the keel will still stiffen."

Todd looked away and thought about it carefully for a while.

In this situation, wouldn't it be perfect to use the Tyrant to evolve the dragon bone parasite? By using the frozen bacteria from the energy storage to upgrade and modify the dragon bone, it could adapt to this low-temperature environment. But that can wait; Todd first intends to inquire about the enemy's movements: "What's the Ulster people up to?"

“I took my men to the forest entrance, seven kilometers from the camp, to conduct a reconnaissance.” Alfonso drew a simple map on the floor of the longhouse with hard stones. “The advance force of Alstral has already begun to set up camp on the plain at the edge of the forest, and it seems that they are determined to launch an attack.”

Kasper looked at the map on the soil and shook his head, saying, "Launching an attack in such a cold winter does not meet the proper premise of war."

Todd walked to the front door and looked at the snowflakes dancing outside the window: "War is something that always serves politics."

Ackerman and Kasper exchanged glances, then asked with puzzled expressions, "Chief, what do you mean?"

Todd sighed. These people in the barbarian camp were far inferior to Cumberland, Emerson, and others from the Kingdom of Muxi in terms of strategic vision.

"Think about it carefully. The King of Ulster first imprisoned the former crown prince and his son on trumped-up charges. Then, in the arena, disregarding the lives of the audience, he released war beasts, offending a large number of nobles in the city. Now, he desperately needs a war to divert the attention of everyone in the country and to prove to everyone with a victory what a miserable end those who betray and disobey him will have."

Hearing Todd's words, Ackerman understood somewhat: "So, Conchappell would rather ignore Connaught's threat and deal with us first?"

Kasper sensed something was amiss: "If we look at it this way, this war might be a war for Concheberry, a war for the throne and power. He must win; if he loses, all that awaits him is widespread rebellion within the country."

Todd stepped out the door and turned back to everyone inside, saying, "Yes, we must be prepared. The enemy may come out in full force. Because of this war, Conchuber has no choice but to go all out."