Seeing that the once familiar homeland had become so terrifying, the Hutulu people, men and women, old men and children, warriors and shamans, laughed one after another, and the expressions on their faces became eerie and distorted, like evil spirits.

"God!"

"Great God!" "God of Wisdom!"

……

In the rapidly demonized ice and snow world, everyone praises the 'Throat of Ice' and thanks him for everything he has brought.

This is the completion of the 'Kingdom of Heaven on Earth', but it will be the Chaos Paradise of the Old Dominators!

Harnessing the power of the old rulers to demonize the land to the depths, the power of Canatolia has brought about a lasting transformation of the North.

In the forest, tall cedar trees evolve into Chaos Dryads, obeying the will of their creators and tearing apart all impudent intruders;

On the side of the snowy mountain, a tall demonized mountain giant on a dangerous cliff carries a giant sword and a large shield, becoming a loyal guardian of the snowy mountain, waiting for outsiders to come to the door at any time.

The barbarians living in the demonized land will also increasingly bear the wash of the chaotic power, and those who can't bear it will directly explode into flesh and blood unity, and then become fertilizer to nourish the land.

And if you can withstand the power of Chaos, you will open the way to the Chaos Warriors and become the loyal family of the Night.

After two wars, Cangye had cultivated more than 2,600 Chaos warriors, which was far from enough, and he could calculate that reinforcements from the imperial capital of Kishutal would soon march north.

At that time, the 'Northern Raiders' will enter the second phase of operations.

……

The Iron Prime Minister struggles to maintain negotiations between the Empire and the Kingdom of Kyle and the Kingdom of Kamikaze.

However, the Anxirats from foreign lands seem to have seen through the true intentions of the Empire, and even instigated the two countries to unilaterally tear up the treaty and send troops to attack the Empire's border again.

The Sabbatarians have always been a force that the iron-blooded prime minister cannot see.

On the surface, this group of outsiders appears to maintain normal diplomatic relations with the two kingdoms, but in reality every move is undoubtedly carried out according to the standards of a military alliance.

Not only was the Staff Committee directly involved in the trilateral negotiations, but it also sent troops directly to participate in the fighting after the treaty was torn up, completely ignoring modern diplomatic methods.

The Prime Minister always had the feeling that the Sabbatarian was like an alchemy puppet with a set of procedures, his actions were rigid and precise, and he refused to make any changes, which made him feel like he had nothing to do.

When the Frontier Imperial Army was engaged in battle with an army of Anxi people, it was even surprised to find that it was not inferior to the two foreign kingdoms in terms of equipment and organizational form, and even superior in terms of morale.

However, such high morale is suspected to have been maintained through religious means.

An army that is supposed to be the product of industrial civilization maintains a highly fanatical faith, as if two contradictions are perfectly integrated with each other, which is unprecedented in the prime minister's cognition.

But no matter what, he had to face a fact:

The Empire is at war with three industrial kingdoms at the same time!

All of a sudden, the beacon fire that permeated the entire territory of the empire's frontier was endless.

With the Kingdom of Kyle and the Kingdom of the Kamikaze joining forces, even the Kishutar Empire is inevitably overwhelmed, and coupled with the unscrupulous Sabbatarians, the Empire has undoubtedly fallen into disadvantage on the frontal battlefield.

In the increasingly erosive situation, the prime minister even had to raise the treatment of the tribes on the borders of the empire, granting them real second-class citizenship, so as to arm hundreds of thousands of wolf-like mercenaries to join the quagmire of war.

The deteriorating situation has made the governor impatient with the north.

Even if he is only a second-rate commander, it is enough to give an army of 200,000 to deal with a group of barbarians.

In the prime minister's plan, the pioneer group only needed two weeks to gain a firm foothold, the third week to mine the cold iron ore, and the fourth week to send the first batch of cold ore back to the imperial capital.

In the end, however, all the prime minister was waiting for was a telegram that the so-called 'war situation was unfavorable'.

The barbarians of the North were financed by suspected enemy countries, and not only did they receive a large number of firearms support, but they even produced thousands of elite troops that could compete with the veterans of the Empire?

Each piece of information recorded in the telegram was lethal enough to allow the empire to slide into the abyss of ruin if not handled properly.

This is also the point that the prime minister is more satisfied with Marshal Dura - he will not be reckless.

Although the level of command is only second-rate, it is very self-aware.

There is still a great deal to salvage the situation.

The imperial capital currently has a commander of the forbidden army in charge.

This is a famous imperial general with thirty years of experience in commanding armies, and has led several million-level battles against the Kingdom of Kyle and the Kingdom of Kamikaze, winning many times, and the only regret is only a draw.

Sending this famous general to the north, and mobilizing local legions from the northern provinces of the empire to gather, adding 100,000 on the basis of 200,000, the scale of the main battle legion has expanded to 70,000, carrying a large number of first-class firearms for combat preparation, such a scale, it should be enough to exterminate the barbarians in the north.

As for the spies of the two countries who sneaked into the north......

The Legendary Elders of the Imperial Assassin Guild have already set off.

Cooperate with the expeditionary force to bring unexpected surprises to the north.

……

Alexei, seventy-five years old, is undoubtedly very young in the ranks of imperial marshals who are generally over a hundred years old.

Alexei, who entered the realm of legends early, is still at the peak of his youth.

The tall and toned body, the swollen muscles, and the bulging nerves are always reminders of the terrifying power hidden in this body.

As a marshal of the forbidden army favored by the royal family, Alexei should have had a glory and wealth that surpassed other marshals, however, he himself has always lived a poor life, an ordinary two-story cabin, except for a few personal guards who can be called, not even a maid can be seen, and life cannot be compared to that of an imperial viscount.

Today, Alex has completed the necessary training for each morning.

Swing your sword 30,000 times, stand up 50,000 times, run 200 laps around the city, and then it's breakfast time after the warm-up.

While the marshal was enjoying breakfast, an officer came to visit.

He was the herald of the Prime Minister's Office, and he came to convey the Prime Minister's order to Marshal Alexei -

Alexei Ichlov was appointed commander of operations in the northern part of the empire, and three days later he took command of an army of 100,000 troops and set sail for the north, taking over all the duties of Marshal Dura.

Since serving as the marshal of the forbidden army, Alexei has not left the imperial capital for more than ten years.

He silently accepted the letter of appointment, and a hint of inexplicable color seemed to flash in his seemingly silent and indifferent eyes.