The wind was biting cold, and the moon was hidden by clouds.
The deep black curtain of the night sky obscured the countless stars, and the vast, boundless snowfield remained pale and striking in the darkness.
The whole world is like a two-sided stage, divided into black and white, where a tragedy of fluttering snowflakes is being staged.
Ruthless, chilling, cold...
But if that were all, this brutal northern frontier battlefield wouldn't be considered dangerous or terrifying.
On this night in the snowy plains, which should have been quiet and peaceful, flames suddenly burst into the sky in many places, and the sounds of metal clashing and warhorses neighing filled the air.
The knights roared and howled, brandishing their swords.
He kept hacking and slashing at the burly, ferocious-looking barbarian enemy in front of him.
Ding ding ding!
Hearing the sounds of weapons clashing, and seeing the barbarians' evil, arrogant smiles, showing no remorse whatsoever...
Their will to fight grew stronger, and they continued to wield their swords, beheading barbarians time and time again.
Soon, large numbers of barbarian corpses were scattered throughout the tribe.
Blood stained a large area of snow red, and the scalding temperature of the blood melted the snow, forming small, concave pools of blood.
The entire destroyed tribe resembled a giant torch, radiating a soaring crimson light.
The shadow of the flames was reflected through the blood lake, making the snowfield seem to be burning as well.
Angus displayed exceptional bravery on this battlefield, killing enemies more swiftly than the other knights.
He relentlessly wielded the gleaming blade in his hand, unleashing its chilling power to mercilessly sever the necks of each barbarian.
Let the blood of those demons spray, awakening the fierce hound within him.
In an instant, a large amount of fog and snow mixed together, making the land under the sky blurry and chaotic.
Only the ceaseless killing and roars echoed across this land.
After a long battle, the barbarian corpses piled up like mountains, covered by flying snow, forming simple, cold tombs.
Meanwhile, Angus's snow mastiff armor was completely stained red with blood, making him appear even more furious and terrifying in the snowy night.
After the frenzied battle, the snowy night finally returned to calm.
The charred remains of the ruins still burn faintly in the village, occasionally crackling.
Angus, holding a longsword in one hand and gripping the barbarian's hair on his head with the other, lifted him up by force.
Then, with a slight twist of his wrist, he pressed the cold blade against the head of the last surviving barbarian.
This is the last barbarian tribe in the barbarian stronghold.
Just as the messenger knight had said, many barbarians were indeed hiding here.
If the Knights do not deal with the situation in time, they will likely face a large-scale counterattack from the barbarians soon.
At that time, the knights' base's rudimentary defensive walls would be unable to withstand the attack, and the barbarians might even breach the fortress, destroying all their efforts.
Although Angus was not afraid of these barbarian beasts, there were many unarmed inhabitants in the North.
They are very likely to suffer as a result.
Thinking of this, Angus felt a sense of relief and tightened his grip slightly, preparing to kill the last barbarian.
But before he could make a move, the last barbarian inexplicably spoke in human language.
It looked at Angus, coughed lightly twice, and spoke in a mocking and arrogant tone.
"My lord knight, you have indeed come."
"And they brought so many knights with them."
The barbarians are speaking human language?
Angus was taken aback, and hesitated for a second with the cold blade in his hand.
He had never heard of barbarians speaking human language before; this was no less than a stray dog on the street suddenly speaking to him.
Shocked as he was, he knew that exterminating the barbarians was his responsibility to protect the empire's borders and safeguard its inhabitants.
However, from the perspective of being a good communicator, Angus decided to listen to what the other party had to say.
He spoke with a cold gaze and a low voice.
"It seems you have some last words. Tell me them."
Upon hearing this, the barbarian raised an eyelid slightly.
A glint of light flashed in those cunning, round, menacing eyes, and at the same time, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
Then, its voice slowly rose in a low and menacing tone.
As Angus listened to the barbarian's words, his originally calm expression gradually turned serious.
Swish—Sizzle—
The cold blade sliced through the air with a cutting sound, the sword humming and echoing long afterward.
As the wind and snow intensified, the sound became sharp and piercing.
Not far away, several knights holding torches were still searching their base for any remaining barbarians when they heard the noise and were all startled.
This sound is a sign that Count Angus is going all out.
Weren't the barbarians at the very back already under the control of Count Angus? Why would Count Angus still go all out against them?
As the group stared in astonishment at the snowy night in the distance, a figure dressed in bright red walked over from that direction.
Bloodstains ran across Angus's face, his expression heavy with sorrow.
He silently took the torch from a knight and casually tossed it behind him.
The torch fell into the still-burning house, immediately igniting a fierce burst of flames.
Soaring high, it reflected Angus's solemn figure.
He leaped onto his horse, took a deep breath, and then shouted loudly to all the knights who were going into battle:
"All knights! Return to defense and provide support immediately!"
...
—Tap tap—
The knights bowed low to the wind, their cloaks stained red and billowing behind them.
The heavy armor clanged against each other as it bounced, and the sound of the wind grew clearer and stronger in their ears.
The white horse galloped across the silvery snow without stopping, like a string of closely spaced silvery shooting stars, speeding across the frost and snow.
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