The wizard instructed a change of strategy, ordering the archers to ignite the arrows, intending to use fire arrows. The other soldiers brought in grenade launchers, which were to be set ablaze on stones coated with special fuel.
The barbarian army switched to fire attack, striking the ice tower on the mountainside.
Priscilla saw through the enemy's trick and quickly chanted, summoning a fierce wind.
A violent, raging mountain wind, controlled by Priscilla, swept towards the enemy. The flames could not be lit in such a fierce wind, and the wizard cursed in the barbarian language.
The commander noticed Priscilla, a mage who was casting wind magic among the Silver Army, and ordered his soldiers to shoot her down.
She knew she was already within the enemy's firing range, yet she couldn't move while casting a spell. In that instant, several silver-ranked soldiers gathered in front of her, raising their shields to protect her.
The blizzard grew increasingly fierce due to Priscilla's wind magic, a natural factor that was detrimental to both sides and beyond their control.
At that moment, a bright arrow shot into the sky from the nearby mountaintop and exploded, dazzlingly bright. This was a command signal issued by the Silver Army.
"Alphonse has given the order! Everyone, get away from the enemy!" Finchley shouted to his fellow soldiers, who quickly retreated.
"What? Retreat?" Priscilla exclaimed in surprise. The battle was clearly evenly matched, and the Silver Army couldn't possibly be about to be defeated!
"Princess!" Douglas cried, "Trust Alphonse! They promised us victory!"
"But!"
"This is not a signal to retreat, but an order for us to move away from the enemy!"
Priscilla followed Douglas and withdrew from the area with her own troops.
Even the archers on the ice sculpture tower slid down the ice-frozen sled to the foot of the mountain, rejoined their own army, and retreated together.
The barbarian army, misunderstanding the Silver Army's actions, assumed they were afraid of them and tried to flee the battlefield. The barbarian army, determined to pursue the Silver Army, was about to give chase when—
A strange figure flapping its wings appeared and disappeared in the sky.
Its shape became increasingly visible as it gradually descended.
Alphonse, riding the fully-fledged holy dragon Desfield, descended upon this icy battlefield. The Frost Holy Sword was the only dazzling light on the battlefield.
"Shoot him down!"
The commander pointed at the enemy in the sky and shouted his orders.
Alphonse did not dodge, but instead raised his holy sword, which emitted an icy glow, high, gathering the power of the surrounding ice. Just then, the blizzard intensified.
Daisy let out a deafening roar, and the incoming arrows seemed to lose their power, falling to the ground without touching Alphonse at all.
The shockwaves generated by the roar of the holy dragon spread in all directions.
Not long after, the enemy felt a violent shockwave coming from afar, followed by a terrifying rumble.
A tremendous, ominous sound came from all directions. Above the enemy lines, commotion arose.
The mountain began to collapse, and the snow that had accumulated on both sides of the mountain slid down the mountain walls like a flood breaking through a dam.
It was a white fluid that brought with it the chilling aura of death, crashing against the ground.
A powerful avalanche swept away and buried nearly half of the Southern Barbarian army, including the monster horde, before they could fully retreat.
The avalanche was more violent than a flood, swallowing the lives of enemy soldiers.
The monsters of the Southern Barbarian army, including all the Southern Barbarian soldiers, would never have imagined that they would be swallowed up by an avalanche in the South, where it almost never snows.
With the divine power of Desfield, Alphonse unleashed the extraordinary power of the emblem, turning the valley into a white hell.
In the end, even the screams of the enemy were drowned out, and only a few extremely lucky survivors limped out of the area completely swallowed by the avalanche.
Although he did not die, he ended up with many wounds.
However—although they narrowly escaped the avalanche, they were not swallowed by the snow.
But what awaited them was a dense barrage of arrows from the Silver Soldiers.
The barbarian leader escaped the avalanche and avoided the Silver Army's arrow barrage, running in the opposite direction of the Silver Army, fleeing in panic and too frightened to look back.
He noticed that the silhouette of a pterosaur was reflected on his head and on the ground, covering his shadow.
No matter how hard he ran, he couldn't escape this shadow.
Daisy flew slightly in front of him, turned around, and whipped her tail to knock away the barbarian leader who was running and had no time to dodge.
He crashed into a stone wall, his head bleeding profusely, and he was on the verge of death.
Alphonse captured the barbarian leader alive, threw away all his weapons, and chained him up.
Apart from the captured Nanman people, not a single Nanman soldier was able to leave the valley alive. They became ghosts, forever buried in this white hell.
At this moment, the dark clouds in the gray sky gradually dispersed, the sun reappeared, and brought the dawn of victory to Baiyin.
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The Silver Knights' losses this time were limited to the small number who perished in the battle against the monsters.
This victory was achieved with minimal losses and was a great triumph, even severely damaging the Nanman army and capturing their commander alive.
They successfully crossed the valley, leaving behind a sea of snow.
As evening fell, Baiyin set up camp on the grassland and lit a bonfire. Everyone gathered around, cheering and celebrating the day's victory.
"They could never have imagined that the southern barbarians, who had never seen snow before, would have the privilege of seeing snow for the first time today, and also the last time."
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