Chapter 91: The Allied Army Advances

  The people of the Northern Alliance had different thoughts in their minds. Baron Wester wants to consume the strength of other nobles, while other nobles want to preserve their own strength. As a result, even though everyone sees an opportunity for war, no one dares to charge forward recklessly, fearing that if they lose strength, they will be swallowed up by others.

  Moreover, although there were rumors that Viscount Luthor's 3,000-strong cavalry army was defeated by 300 dog-headed men who had been lurking in the woods just a year ago at Pailos Castle, they suffered a near-total defeat.

  And yet this is said with a straight face, but who would believe such an absurd rumor? This must be one of Viscount Luthor's clever tricks, it has to be. Even Hart, that blockhead, grabbed his vote and ran for the hills immediately after. Who else would dare risk their neck by rushing in?

  So the situation was just a few dozen kilometers ahead of the front line and stopped under the Iceberg Fortress.

  It is clear to everyone that whether Baron Westcott or Viscount Luthor wins this war, the North will become a unified kingdom, at least an earldom. The nobles who were originally evenly matched in strength will be subject to one king by then.

  Although many people are still fantasizing about becoming that king, more people are conserving their strength in this war where they cannot get the greatest benefit, so as to have the strength to fight for more rights and interests in their future kingdom.

  A delicate balance was formed again under this subtle psychological state.

  "They are all a bunch of timid and incompetent cowards." Reverend Duncan looked at the surrounding nobles with disdain, his condescending tone making everyone feel uncomfortable. However, Reverend Duncan was the highest-ranking priest of the Frost Goddess in the Northern Alliance, so no one dared to offend him, and others pretended not to have heard, turning their heads to the side.

  "If we don't achieve enough results before the Frost Giant returns, then when it does return, we'll be even more unable to withstand it." A noble who was standing close by chimed in.

  "According to rumor, Viscount Luthor seems to have fallen out with the Frost Giants. Even if they do come back, it's hard to say what they'll do to him." said Reverend Duncan, his eyes gleaming with intelligence. "I know the nature of the Frost Giants all too well - stupid and shortsighted, both servile and arrogant, a warped and laughable race. They're easy to deal with."

  The silent Baron Siha'thik suddenly spoke up, saying: "Can't wait any longer. Issue the order now, whoever captures a city, captures an enemy, and plunders spoils of war, will hand over half to the alliance, and keep the rest for themselves."

  The nobles of the Northern Alliance heard this and suddenly came back to life from their daze, crowding forward to ask: "What did the Baron just say?" "Half of the spoils of war belong to oneself?" "Is that really what he said?" "What's the use of saying it? It must be made into a decree and promulgated before it can show the Baron's dignity!" "Right, right! We must make it into a written decree!"

  As he spoke, a noble took out a piece of parchment and wrote down the words that Baron Sihart had just spoken. He then asked Baron Sihart to review it and affix his seal, making it a legally binding document.

  Just as Baron Sieghart was about to put his seal on the document, Reverend Duncan grabbed his hand and said, "Why bother sharing the spoils of war with these ants?" Baron Sieghart's face, which rarely showed emotion, revealed a hint of anger as he replied, "You want all the credit to boost your priestly status? I'm fine with that. But you need to understand that we can only discuss how to divide the spoils after we've caught our prey. If we focus on dividing it before we even catch it, the prey will just slip away!"

  Pastor Duncan's mouth twitched twice and he didn't say anything else.

  The Baron of Xihate stamped his family crest on the parchment roll, which meant that this decree was now in effect.

  After signing this decree, Baron Sihart sat on horseback and loudly proclaimed: "I declare the general assault to begin!"

  At this time, Xihaote's eldest son, a strong young knight Xihan, immediately led a large cavalry to charge fiercely towards the enemy camp.

  As soon as the Baron of Xihate showed such bravery, other nobles did not want to fall behind. If the Baron of Xihate took control of this glacier fortress again, it would be equivalent to having the two strongest castles in the entire North in his hands, and at that time, other nobles would not even have room to turn over.

  When Xihan's army "was not very competitive" and fell behind other noble armies, the other noble armies were engaged in a fierce battle with Viscount Lushe's army, and they only slightly reacted, it seemed that they had been sold again.

  Now retreating on the battlefield is definitely looking for death, and the only way out now is to keep moving forward.

  Just as they were halfway through their slaughter, everyone was somewhat exhausted, when Sihat's army suddenly moved as a whole, bringing overwhelming momentum to Icefort.

  The other nobles, who were also on their last breath, naturally knew that Xihat had come to steal the credit. They mustered up their last bit of strength and launched a fierce attack, hoping to snatch more spoils for themselves, ideally occupying the entire castle.

  Very soon, the well-trained army of Baron Cygnus would defeat the demoralized army of Viscount Luthor and quickly occupy the entire Iceberg Citadel.

  Viscount Lusere saw that the last layer of paper armor he had put on was also pierced, and when he looked around in a panic, he coughed up three liters of blood again. Originally a strong 6th-level warrior, Viscount Lusere was now a candle in the wind, and it was feared that he would soon meet his maker.

  He thought of him practicing martial arts since childhood, awakening to Dou Qi at the age of twenty, and inheriting his father's title at the age of twenty-one, vowing to unify the entire North in his lifetime.

  Then in the northernmost territory, he worked hard for 23 years to turn the most remote land into the seventh largest land in the north, but it was farther and farther away from his youthful fantasy.

  When the Frost Giant Beast Head spoke those words, the dreams he had suppressed in his heart for over twenty years suddenly burst out, unstoppable! He resolutely united with the Frost Giants, stirring up a bloody storm in the North. He slaughtered dissenters, using the shortest time to unify his forces, building his authority through slaughter and terror.

  After much difficulty, the hegemony is in sight, but under one's own stubbornness, the law enforcement tower was forced to attack, and in the end, it ended in a crushing defeat. If things go wrong, there is also a great possibility of death and extinction.

  His son Karpov is still young, only 14 years old now, and it's probably impossible to support him. Watching himself let go of his own strong support, he discovered that Frost Giant was the key to his success after all. He must hold on, absolutely cannot give up hope, and absolutely cannot abandon!

  In this world, the waters of the aliens and mages are so deep... Lord Lusere's face turned pale as he gazed out at the blue sky outside the carriage window, with tears of repression streaming down from the corners of his eyes.

  Suddenly the cavalry in front of them suddenly became restless and cheered loudly. They were on their way to escape after being defeated by others, what were they doing?