Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence - Chapter 454 - 288: Final Battle (Part 1)
Chapter 454: Chapter 288: Final Battle (Part 1)
Bone Canyon, narrow and long like a divine scar stood deep within the Northern Territory’s white bone mountain range.
Both walls were covered in snow, never melting throughout the year.
This was the last chaotic burial site from a hundred years ago when the Snow Country dynasty fell, rumored to be the resting place of a hundred thousand restless warrior souls.
Now this is the battleground chosen by Duke Edmund, the Northern Empire’s final defense line, also a desperate gamble forged by fifty thousand blood and flesh.
“Bury all shock stone magic explosion bullets in the first line, every fifty steps a trench filled with petroleum, connecting the entire line without gaps!” The Duke’s stern command spread through the snow.
Within seven days, all coalition forces were organized into three defense lines:
The first line comprised light cavalry, lurking like needles beneath the ice, responsible for triggering explosive traps, just waiting for the Barbarian Race to step in.
The second line consisted of the Ninth Legion and knights from other nobility, the main cavalry of the Silver Teeth Army and Broken Blade Army, deployed in a staggered formation, creating a triple penetrating defense line, akin to a dense net woven by steel, ultimately to harvest these barbarians.
The third line was personally guarded by the Cold Iron Army and the Duke’s personal guards, each clad in heavy armor, with shields like mountains and hammers like thunder.
They would confront those Frost Giants head-on, a true flesh and blood barrier in this blood battle.
One by one, knights’ last words were handed to Edmund, with envelopes rough to the touch, filled with expectations for their children, entrusts to their wives, and confessions to their elderly mothers… He accepted each one, each envelope heavy as a mountain.
“I won’t let you die in vain.” He lifted his head, his gaze piercing through the rolling mist.
In the final speech, Edmund raised the warhammer high, his voice like thunder: “This battle is to the death, if Northern Territory bleeds dry, then our blood is the boundary! If the barbarians destroy the Northern Territory, they must step over our corpses!”
With a command, fifty thousand warriors roared in unison, shattering the cold clouds!
……
Mountain wind howled, snow fog covered the sky.
Before Bone Canyon, a group of several hundred elite knights marched against the wind.
Every knight’s hair was white, yet their steps showed no delay.
They wore shabby cloaks, while their silver-white battle armor was long tarnished, covered in bloodstains and scars.
This was the coalition’s vanguard suicide squad, also a group of true veterans of the Northern Territory.
“Come this far… what’s the point of fearing death?” Leading the unit was an Extraordinary Knight from the Broken Blade Army, Old Wake.
His face was like a dry riverbed with knife scars, his left eye long blind, yet he still raised the greatsword at the forefront.
No one understood better than them, that this journey had no return.
Yet they willingly undertook the most dangerous tasks, using flesh and blood as bait, enticing the Barbarian Race main force, filled with rage and corruption, into Bone Canyon’s trap.
They once slaughtered through corpses like forests during insect infestations, and guarded till only ten were left beneath border fortresses.
Now they willingly set foot again on this perilous path, just to lure those creatures from the abyss of fury, even if dying flames, they would ignite this blood trap.
“Kill! Kill them!!”
Old Wake shouted, charging forward, slashing down a vine armor magical beast with his sword.
They attacked the monsters with all their might, attracting their attention.
Then they kicked their steeds fiercely, turning and fleeing, weaving between battling and retreating, constantly leaving both ally and enemy corpses behind, creating a visual and olfactory blood-red guide line.
They never stopped, but their numbers kept dwindling.
Finally, in the roaring gale, the canyon’s outline appeared ahead.
“Finally arrived…”
Old Wake almost dragged his shattered body to stand at the canyon’s entrance.
He looked back to see the entire wasteland engulfed in a blaze of angry red light, tens of thousands of Barbarian Race main force driven by rage, losing tactical judgment, recklessly charging forth.
He spat blood, chuckled softly: “Sending you to Hell.”
He raised the sword one last time, turning to charge towards the beasts.
……
At the end of Bone Canyon, shadows finally broke the snow-white silence.
At that moment, the earth trembled.
A hundred Frost Giants tore through the mist, with raging vine armor entwined around them, like gods of war emerging from hell, with thunderous roars, approaching the canyon.
Their feet were on tides of Barbarian Race armies.
The angry berserkers were fully nude, muscles bulging, vines squirmed from beneath the skin, raging flowers bloomed on their backs.
Crack-jaw dogs, Ice Wolves and other beasts moved like night shadows, with jaw gaps still stained with not fully digested bone and flesh.
Red mist spread across the snow, fury hissed through the air.
In that instant, it seemed death truly descended.
Upon the canyon high ground, Duke Edmund quietly watched the towering black tide, murmuring: “They succeeded…”
The monster army continued to approach, some trembled, some prayed softly, some took out amulets hidden at their chest, grasped tight, like holding onto shadows of family.
Oppression, so suffocating it couldn’t be breathed.
Fifty thousand allied forces silently lined up, ambushed in the canyon’s three defense lines, waiting like a dormant steel flood.
Once the enemy steps in, it would be a confrontation of life and death.
Amidst the snow fog, first came the muted sound of war drums, like the heartbeat of a great beast, shaking cliff snow down.
Soon followed groups of monster troops, crossing the snow.
It’s the Barbarian Race main force, no longer considered human.
The Frost Giants led as the vanguard, ten-meter tall behemoths in black iron vine angry armor, dragging blood-stained giant trees, roaring like thunder.
The berserker groups followed closely, bodies naked, covered in raging flower vines, eyes blood red like fire, wielding sharp blades charging towards the line.
Magical beast army distributed at both wings, crack-jaw dogs in packs, teeth snapping bones, Ice Wolves traversing snow, carapace vine-woven, twisted faces, blood feathered lizard spawning bone wings from their backs soaring and growling through the sky.
