A dwarf messenger finally managed to use the underground river that the Norska dwarves had spent hundreds of years building to deliver an urgent military report to Örengrád, the second largest city in Kislöw, located on the easternmost shore of the Claw Sea. It was a trade and economic center, as well as a developed industrial deep-water port.
The underground river of the Norska dwarves connected the Giant Mountains to the Claw Sea, and there was a hidden estuary under a cliff. This allowed the Norska dwarves to deliver the news to Kislöw or the Empire without having to go around the entire Norska coast.
The Norska Dwarven Supreme Monarch Tolgarde Crimson's order was very timely. Thirty minutes after the dwarf messenger left, the entire Lone Dragon City was surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Chaos soldiers. The news could no longer be sent out.
The first to attack Lone Dragon City was the Supreme King of Norska, the Chosen of the Four Gods of Chaos, the Norska Mountain Army led by Warmir Aislin. This army consisted of more than fifty thousand barbarian warriors, including more than three thousand barbarian champions and two thousand Chaos warriors, as well as a large number of monster warbands and behemoths.
The Norska Mountain Army launched a fierce attack on Lone Dragon City.
Supreme Monarch Tolgarde Crimson was also prepared. Ten lines of defense were set up in Lone Dragon City. Hundreds of cannon carts and hundreds of cannons fired simultaneously. Tens of thousands of dwarven crossbows rained down arrows that blotted out the sun. The thirty thousand dwarven residents of Lone Dragon City were all mobilized to participate in the defense.
The war was fierce. Warmir Aislin was a level higher than Egil Redeye. He was the second Supreme King of Norska after Erik Bloodaxe, who had ascended to Ossouin and fought Tyrion about fifty years ago. No one knew how old Warmir Aislin was. They only knew that Warmir Aislin was already one of the strongest Chaos Champions of Norska when the second Chosen of the Eternal Gods, Isakuval, went south. He escaped with his life in the Battle of Fasa and returned to Norska to restore his tribe. When Motekin contacted him, Warmir Aislin had already proclaimed himself the 'Emperor of Chaos' and the 'Supreme King of Norska'. He had stepped into the realm of the pinnacle of the Saint-realm and was ready to bestow destruction and slaughter upon the cowardly Southerners.
However, the defense line of Lone Dragon City was far stronger than what the Chaos Army had expected. After five days and five nights of continuous attacks, the first line of defense of Lone Dragon City finally fell. However, there were still nine more lines of defense deep in the mountains, waiting for the Chaos Army to attack. The Chaos Army left behind more than one thousand three hundred corpses, while the Norska Dwarves suffered less than thirty casualties.
The barbarian tribes and the Warriors of Chaos were all frustrated. Then came the blizzard, which made the attacks intermittent. The retreating Northka dwarves retreated to the second line of defense and built an even more solid defense system. The walls, which were dozens of meters high, hundreds of cannons, and narrow passages made the barbarians feel tired just looking at them.
After the great Holy War, the Nosikas had once besieged Lone Dragon City for 35 years, but in the end, they still failed. Lone Dragon City had the ability to be self-sufficient, and at the same time, they could obtain large amounts of resources from the outside world through the underground river (this was unknown to the barbarians).
What made Wamir Aislin even angrier was that they had to enter the mountains to continue their attack on Lone Dragon City. This made it impossible for the Norska Tribe's giant beasts and monster gangs to do anything. Therefore, after Wamir Aislin discussed with the Chaos Champions and Norska Lords under his command, he decided to leave a small portion of his forces to besiege Lone Dragon City. The remaining forty-five thousand barbarians would continue south, preparing to attack the Empire's Nord Territory directly from the Claw Sea.
Through active defense, the Norsk dwarves had bought a week of buffer time for the humans in the south. But now, the dwarves were completely surrounded in the four dwarven fortresses in the north of the Mourning Mountains. Before they could fight the barbarian army, they had already lost all contact with the outside world.
Above the snowy peaks, Lord Norska Tohrgarde stood on a hidden high mountain outpost and looked out with binoculars.
"Looks like the Chaos bastards have given up for now." Lord Tohrgarde put down his binoculars and looked at the Chaos army that had circled around the mountain range where Lone Dragon City was located. The black wave of destruction covered the end of his vision, as endless as the ocean. Tohrgarde sighed. "I hope our battle can buy enough time for our human friends and Solgrin to prepare."
"Roar!!!" A terrifying dragon roar came from the sky. A Chaos Demonic Dragon spread its wings and swept across the sky. Its once noble body was now full of warts and lumps, but there was no doubt that the power of Chaos made the Demonic Dragon even more powerful.
"Chaos Dragon, Squlex – The Great One." Lord Tohrgarde put down his binoculars. "This is bad. The scale of this Chaos invasion might be the largest since the great Holy War."
"Southerners, have you received our news?"
"We have received news from the Norska Dwarves, General Voroshilov." In the palace of Örengrád, a servant was reporting to the current Duma representative of Örengrád, Voroshilov, who had suffered heavy losses in the Winter War and was demoted from Marshal of the Bear Cavalry to General.
After suffering heavy losses in the Winter War, it was obvious that this old Marshal had lost Katarina's trust. However, Voroshilov was a senior and knew how to cater to his superiors. He didn't offend the female Tsar and only liked to drink a little. Moreover, this guy knew how to judge the situation and knew when to yield and when not to yield. When Katarina wanted to reprimand him after the war, he took the initiative to wear rough clothes made of animal hide and showed his white hair. He was very humble and even threw away his dignity to kneel down and apologize to everyone. This made the female Tsar feel bad. After thinking about it, this old Marshal was a loyal old man who had been through three Tsar's. He had a high reputation in the army and rarely formed cliques. Therefore, he was only demoted to General and was no longer in command of the army. He was sent to Örengrád as the representative of Duma so that he could retire.
Although most people didn't take the Norsk Dwarves' urgent report seriously, due to the stubborn request of the Dwarves and the uniqueness of the news, the news of a large Army of Chaos gathering in the north of the Mourning Mountains was still sent to Voroshilov.
In the aristocratic mansion of Erlengrad, the old marshal was wearing a bearskin coat, leaning back in his old chair and rocking back and forth. He was sitting in front of the fireplace, warming himself up. On the table was a bowl of half-finished cream of mushroom soup and a half-eaten hamburger steak. He had just finished writing an article praising the tsar's hard work, which finally allowed Kislev to obtain a harvest that was rarely seen in history. He was a little tired.
A month later, it would be Kislöw's millennium celebration. It was exactly a thousand years ago that the first female Tsar of Kislöw and the Ice Witch Queen Miska led Mrs. Kiesler to migrate from the corrupted Kurgan Plains and finally settled down in Kislöw after a few years. A thousand years had passed just like that.
In the past two years, Kislöw had stabilized slightly. After the Empire took a breather, the food supply was restored. In addition, Berliat's' grey livestock trade 'and the opening of the trade route with Lone Dragon City allowed Kislöw's treasury to receive a large amount of income. The snow-covered kingdom gradually stabilized and Voroshilov couldn't wait to write an article praising Katarina for creating a new' Katarina Era '.
Voroshilov's praises coincided with a rare harvest. According to the female Tsar's reply, the old marshal thought that it wouldn't be long before he regained his marshal rank and was transferred back to Kislöw Castle.
"General, this is a message from the Northka dwarves." A servant came in and passed the message to the old marshal. The old marshal immediately signaled for the servant to bring over the reading glasses on the table and read it carefully.
Two minutes later, the old marshal took off his glasses and asked, "Is the news true?"
"It should be, but Poillé and the generals think that this news is outdated. There's no doubt that the damned barbarians are after the dark elves," the servant said.
"Hmm …" The old marshal had received dozens of similar reports recently. Some came from Northka's spies, some came from barbarian merchants, some came from the frontline fortress in the north, and some came from the Empire and the dwarves. All of these reports contradicted each other, making it difficult to distinguish between the two.
It was obvious that the old marshal was not an expert in intelligence. He almost instinctively wanted to put this report aside.
However, the old marshal suddenly realized that this was a chance for him to walk back into the female Tsar's sight.
"Arrange a passenger ship. I want to personally deliver this report to the female Tsar!"
"Yes, sir!"
A week later, the old marshal arrived at Kislöw Castle's Bokaha Palace as he wished.
The Karim guard held a halberd and stopped Voroshilov outside. "General, you can't go in now."
"What's going on inside?" The old marshal tried to look inside.
In the great hall, the Poillé nobles, Kislöw generals, and the ice witches were sitting together. The female Tsar, Katarina, was sitting on her Tsar throne. Her tone was cold, and there seemed to be some deep displeasure in it. "We defeated the barbarians, destroyed the green dwarfs, and quelled the rebellion. In the north, we just drove the Bell tribe to the other side of the Mourning Mountains. In the south, Fort Tsar is under attack from the green dwarfs."
"I've been on the throne for more than twenty years. When have I really put my mind to research properly? That's how I got the recent peace and this great harvest! " Katarina sat on her Tsar throne. She was surrounded by ice witches. They sat on the side of the female Tsar and looked down at the Duma representatives with cold eyes. "If I'm not doing this for the prosperity of Kislöw, what am I doing this for?"
The palace was very quiet. No one spoke. Even a thin needle could be heard when it fell to the ground. The old marshal saw this scene and his expression turned ugly. He knew that he had come at the wrong time and could only wait outside.
A handsome and tall officer with a faint smell of cologne walked over from afar. Voroshilov recognized him. He was Alexei, the sergeant major of Kislöw's ice palace guards.
That's right, Kislev also had his own personal guards, but they weren't as elite as the old Brittanian guards. The selection criteria for the Ice Palace Guards wasn't based on strength or bloodline. Instead, it was based on appearance and height. As a result, even though there were only a few dozen people in the Ice Palace Guards, all of them were handsome, but at the same time, all of them were just for show.
There were rumors in the palace that the Ice Palace Guards were actually the Ice Witch Sisterhood's male pets. The old marshal thought that this might be true because most of these good-looking men did not live for long. There were many who mysteriously disappeared before the age of thirty. The sergeant major was personally appointed by Tsar himself. He had been on the throne for more than twenty years and had changed more than ten of them. Half of them had disappeared without a trace.
Both sides greeted each other and the sergeant major took the initiative to chat. "Hello, Lord General. What brings you here?"
"Ah, it's nothing. What's going on inside?" Voroshilov asked in a low voice. The sergeant major could enter and leave the palace freely and often participated in court meetings as a guard of honor.
"Ah, it's those ignorant fellows!" Alexei's handsome face was full of disappointment. "I told you, this is Kislöw's millennium celebration. What's wrong with raising taxes for such a grand event? This year's harvest is great! Shouldn't we offer the extra food as a gift to thank Her Majesty Tsar? "
Before Aleksei could finish, the conversation in the palace continued.
"Take this millennium celebration as an example. It's been a thousand years since Empress Miska set out with the tribe from Kurgan. Those who know will say that it's time for the Ice Kingdom to hold a grand celebration. Those who don't know will only scold me for being extravagant. Do you think I don't know what everyone has been talking about recently? Ye Ruofu and Cheka have already reported to me. " The Tsar continued in a cold voice, "Aren't I doing this for the sake of Kislev's image?"
"Normally, if a Poillé marries a wife, wins a victory, and lives to the age of sixty, they will hold a grand banquet for the people nearby to enjoy delicious food and bonfires. Everyone will be happy. Everyone will say that this Poillé has been blessed by Essun and is strong and full of hope. His reputation will spread throughout the old world with the banquet celebration!" Katarina saw that everyone was still silent and was a little impatient. "If the Poillé is like this, then the country should be like this even more! If we don't even hold a millennium celebration properly, not only will the Tsar family lose face, but the entire Kislöw won't be able to raise its head in the old world! "
"If we don't hold a good celebration, how will the stability and prosperity after the Winter War be shown to everyone?" Katarin opened her slender phoenix eyes. The Tsar's facial features were not particularly stunning, but together, there was a very well-proportioned beauty. She had a small oval face and long black hair that was parted in the middle fell from her ears with crystal pearl earlobes.
Tsar tidied up her dark blue dress and closed her calves wrapped in white stockings. She stared at the people of Duma and said, "This way, the northern barbarians and green skin will look down on us. Even the humans and dwarves of the old world will look down on us! If the green skin and barbarians look down on us, they will fight! If the humans and dwarves of the old world look down on us, they will not be convinced by us! "
"That's all I have to say. Those who are still against the millennium celebration can speak now!"
The Poillé nobles and generals looked at each other but did not dare to raise any objections. Bear Cavalry Marshal Rokossovsky knelt on the ground and did not dare to raise his head. He thought to himself, Prestige is gained through fighting, how can it be gained through holding a celebration?
After thinking for a while, the Bear Cavalry Marshal said with deliberation, "Your Majesty, we are not against holding a millennium celebration, but now is not the right time."
"Why is it not the right time? The Empire in the south came back from the Noska Expedition and held a twelve-day celebration. The Brittany in the west came back from the Bafeng Mountain Expedition and the Obien Expedition and held a twelve-day and five-day celebration respectively! "Katarina said coldly," Our millennium celebration only happens once in a thousand years! "
"But …" Rokossovsky wanted to say something more, but he immediately felt Kislöw's Marshal Dimitri Zaev tug at the corner of his shirt. The Bear Cavalry Marshal tactfully shut his mouth.
"But what?" Katarina was getting more and more displeased. Tsar thought to herself, The Empire's Emperor Karl-franz was just an Elder Prince who could not command the Rick Region. As for the Knight King Laing, he relied on his marriage to the Duke's daughter, Marquess Suria. In the end, he relied on nepotism to get to his position. So what if he could fight? He was just a boorish man who risked his life.
Look at the generals and Poillé below the palace, they are all waiting for my orders. I am the one who knows how to use people. Besides, I am a Saint-level warrior with the bloodline of Miska's Lady Tsar. When it comes to fighting, I am not inferior to her.
"No, Your Majesty, you are thinking long-term. I did not think of that." The face of Lieutenant General Wugor suddenly appeared in Rokossovski's mind. His bald head and gloomy words lingered in the mind of Rokossovski, who was also a Wugor. He hesitated and chose to give up.
"Then it's settled."
After everyone left, Tsar, who was still angry, received a report from the Karim guard that the old marshal wanted to see her.
"Voroshilov, what's the matter?"
"I have brought you a congratulatory gift and a new eulogy for our millennium celebration, Your Majesty!" The old marshal knew that Tsar was still angry, so he tactfully said something that made her happy. When he saw that Katarina's expression was a little better, he said in a low voice, "Also, Norsk's Dwarf Monarch Tsar, Crimson, sent a message saying that an Army of Chaos with at least 150,000 soldiers is gathering in the north of the Mourning Mountains."
"I know, I know." Tsar said calmly, "We all know that our neighbors in the north want to fight to the death with the dark elves. The dwarves' information is really outdated. Let's not talk about this anymore."
"Yes, Your Majesty." The old marshal could only stop talking.
"Oh, right. Since it's a millennium celebration, the soldiers at the frontlines should not forget. How about this, there is more food this year. Give two bottles of vodka, three pieces of black bread, and a piece of bacon to the soldiers at the mountain pass and the northern frontlines." Katarina thought of the soldiers at the frontlines. Tsar said casually, "Inform Duma of this matter and let Vlasov do it."
"Understood."
Just like that, the heart of the entire Frost Kingdom began to beat vigorously, preparing to welcome their own millennium celebration with enthusiasm and vitality.
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