After eating and drinking, in the middle of the night, the pioneers got up to work amid the whipping and scolding of the overseers.

Dressed in thick straw and fed off the howling winds, the first thing they had to do was to regroup their camp and build a fence against the barbarian attack, and only when they had finished their work would they have food.

The Imperial troops escorted along the way had a much better living environment than the miners.

The normal supply of three meals a day was three times the amount of food of the average miner, and one meal of meat per day was guaranteed, and there was a large supply of low-quality liquor every Sunday.

Overseers are treated the same as Imperial soldiers.

Such differential treatment naturally displeased the miners, but the gap between the two was like a chasm between the violent agencies sent by the Empire and the munitions that could make the miners despair.

Moreover, the nominal purpose of the army is to protect the miners.

Faced with the barbarians of the North who are constantly attacking the outpost, without the protection of the army, the miners can only be slaughtered.

So, after a short period of unwillingness, the miners gradually became numb in their hearts and worked like walking corpses under the whipping of the overseers.

Under the severe snowstorm weather, countless miners built dozens of development bases in just a short period of time.

The casters hovered into the air, waving their staffs to create brilliant bands of light.

In a moment's time, in the formed magic array, the central furnace that had been abandoned for a long time was ignited again.

The cold air is gradually dispelled, adding a bit of warmth.

In such an environment, the mood of the miners was finally soothed, and some of the civilians of the empire were grateful:

"I knew that the Empire would not give up on its people."

The inner ring of the base is a series of towering bunkers, filled with countless guns and gunpowder.

These were fortifications built by armies to defend against barbarian invasions.

More than twenty years ago, the empire's technology was not as powerful as it is now.

At that time, the royal family organized a pioneer team of about 600,000 people and sent a standing army of 20,000 to escort them along the way.

However, not long after the mines were established, the brave and warlike barbarians of the North launched one attack after another on this humble camp.

Some of the barbarians were stronger than the Kishuttars, and they were cruel and cunning, and skilled in guerrilla warfare.

This barbarian tribe is scattered throughout the Northern Regions as a tribal unit, and retains ancient totemic beliefs within it.

In addition to a large number of warriors, hunters, and ice storm berserkers as elite units, there are also shamans and witch doctors who exist as spellcasters.

The shaman is the theocratic representative of each barbarian tribe, wielding primitive totemic spells and having a higher status than the chief.

All the barbarians of the North believe in a deity called the 'Throat of Ice', which is undoubtedly real, as the totemic shamans can obtain from the gods the ability to manipulate wind and snow.

As a result, under the leadership of the same will, the Empire's pioneering team fell into a bitter battle.

In less than five years, the pioneer group was forced to withdraw from the camp, and its number was only about 30% of the number at the time of departure.

As a result, the empire stopped its development plan, and sent expeditionary forces deep into the snowy fields to carry out bloody conquest operations.

And since then, the Imperial Barbarians have also become a lingering nightmare for the commoners of Kishuttar.

Until this time, millions of pioneers composed of civilians and prisoners poured into the north again under the escort of more than 200,000 imperial expeditionary forces, with huge logistical support behind them.

The purpose of this imperial prime minister is already very clear.

Reorganize camps, establish mines, conquer barbarians, and bring the nominal provinces of the empire under the control of the central government.

In the face of a strong enemy's pressure, the best way to save the current predicament is to mine a large amount of cold iron and create conqueror-level giant soldiers in batches.

Cold iron is a magical mineral bred in the frozen land for 10,000 years, and it itself has an extremely rich ice element, which is the best material for inscribed magic patterns.

Among the materials used to make the Conqueror-class Titan Soldier, Cold Iron is the most important main material.

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Within three to five days, the Kishutar camp had been regrouped, and the improvised defensive line had been raised.

In the face of the huge population advantage, there are also some technological superiority and force suppression that span several eras, even if all the tribes of the barbarians unite and pour out of the nest, it is difficult to shake this camp.

In the decades of crusade, the Kishuttars have also figured out the basic situation of the barbarians.

At its peak, the total population was close to 5 million, and except for the old, young and disabled last year, the whole population was basically in a state of being soldiers, and more than one million people could be mobilized to participate in the battle at one time, regardless of the problem of logistics and supply.

Usually the activities are carried out in tribal units, with a minimum size of hundreds of people and a maximum of hundreds of thousands, and they fight each other on weekdays, but they can still share the same hatred when facing foreign enemies.

However, the accumulation of blood feuds on weekdays can only allow these barbarian tribes to maintain the bottom line of not fighting among themselves, and they are all fighting on their own at critical moments.

Very simple strategy.

The Imperial Expeditionary Force wiped out countless tribes one by one, a trick that was tried and tested until the later stages, when the barbarians who felt the danger of extermination, learned the concept of cooperation.

By that time, however, there were less than a million of the Northern Barbarians left with a population of five million.

The disparity in force between the two sides was there, and as the Kishutars continued to figure out the situation in the north, the advantage that the barbarians could rely on continued to lose.

When the last layer of armor is stripped away, the northern barbarians will no longer be able to fight back.

Therefore, the commander-in-chief of the empire's army did not take the threat of the barbarians to heart, and he had already begun to think about how to use the low-level imperial pariahs as bait to seduce the main force of the barbarians.

Use the heads of this group of barbarians to make a big mark in the merit book, so that the Duchess of Gisai, who has offended herself, will have the opportunity to squeeze into the aristocratic circle of the imperial capital again!

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Far from the edge of the world in the walled cities of civilization, a savage realm covered in snow and ice all year round, dominated by barbarism and ignorance.

Today, the Huturu people ushered in a rare carnival.

The shamans were thrilled because their soul custodians had finally been able to contact them again after being cut off for decades.

Regarded as a single god by all of the Hutulu tribe and entrusted to the faith as a transcendent being, the Frost Maw abruptly severed its ties with its followers when the Kishuttars invaded the Northern Regions.

The believers were terrified, especially the shamans.

Because after the only one-sided connection was severed, the totem casting ability that the shamans relied on for survival was also stripped away.

At the special moment when foreign enemies entered the country, this almost brewed into a great collapse of the faith of the Hutulu people.

This is not without precedent, the Throat God of Ice and Snow was almost severely injured by the mythical powerhouse of the Empire, and even almost forced to fall.

After being frightened for dozens of days, the shamans finally breathed a sigh of relief the moment they regained their strength.

This time, however, they felt a different change.

This time the power of God is greater and more vast than ever, and it is also more unpredictable, even mixed with a trace of indescribable fear.

Suddenly, a magnificent nervous will fell and entered the mind of every believer.

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