Chapter 101 Bishop White Frost
Early morning, Hekou Town.

Several pioneering knights and duchy nobles who came for supplies were walking among them.

"If I remember correctly, the Duke of Jianling should not have sent regular troops to open up the area, right?"

Simmons sighed as he looked at the patrol team marching in unison in Hekou Town and felt the powerful momentum of these soldiers holding shields and spears.

Although Viscount Hadric's family runs a stainless steel business in the Principality of North Frost, it has considerable influence.

But far away from the front lines and without the need for war, the family's focus is on business rather than military training.

Simmons made a mental comparison and was surprised to find that the momentum of the family's regular army could not compare with that of the patrol team in front of him.

Next to him was the Knight of Byrne from Rhodes' alliance.

The kingdom knight smiled and said, "Of course not. This is a team trained by the Rhodes Knights themselves. A few months ago, these soldiers were just ordinary serfs."

To be honest, Byrne actually didn't know the situation of his companion, and didn't understand the training situation of these shield and spear soldiers.

But it doesn’t matter, because of the trade in Hekou Town, there is a bond of interest between the two sides.

In front of the nobles of the principality, of course he could brag about his own people as much as he wanted.

Byrne simply acknowledged Rhodes's ability to train soldiers.

Simmons exclaimed: "It seems that the rumors are not credible. This Rhodes Knight is worthy of being born in Jianling and has inherited the military qualities of the Duke."

The Duke of Jianling made his fortune through war, and his fame spread throughout the northern continent during the pioneering war thirty years ago. He is a royal family with great military achievements.

After thinking about Rhodes' background, Simmons could accept it.

But after seeing it with my own eyes, I found the rumors I had heard from the kingdom laughable.

Such an outstanding second-generation offspring, but according to rumors, the Duke's son was jokingly called a gardener.

It seems that the political struggle in the kingdom is much more intense than that in the principality.

Simmons sighed inwardly.

Seeing the amazement in Simmons' eyes, Byrne, who was in the same camp, couldn't help but feel relieved.

But at this moment, Knight Carmen came from the opposite side with a smug smile on his face.

"You two, I just received news that Knight Kelvin has once again defeated the White Frost Cult's army and liberated an entire barony!"

"As expected of a knight of honor at the Twelve Seats of the Round Table, your own strength is the way to go! Are you interested in having a drink together to celebrate?"

Byrne and Simmons gave a perfunctory exclamation and declined his invitation.

Carmen Knight didn't care either.

The war to quell the rebellion has been going on for more than a month, and his boss, Kelvin's outstanding performance has won the recognition of many pioneer knights.

In contrast, although this Rhodes knight had some ability in training soldiers, he no longer cared about him.

If one's own strength is insufficient, one will never be able to pose a threat to a truly strong person.

Dune Castle is located on the flat land five kilometers away from the city.

An old man was standing there, staring silently at the dune castle in the distance.

The old man was wearing a gray robe and a white fox cape on his shoulders. He held a scepter tightly in his withered hands, and the blue crystal inlaid on the top was flashing cold light.

What is even more eye-catching is the army waiting behind him.

The barbarian soldiers, numbering more than four thousand, had bloodshot eyes.

They stared fiercely at the distant city and kept making hungry growls.

These are soldiers of the White Frost Order.

And unlike those roaming groups who were unarmed, they were well-equipped.

The hundreds of orcs surrounding the old man were all dressed in full armor, holding huge double-edged axes in their hands, and looked terrifying.

An officer beside the old man looked towards the Dune Castle and said with some concern:

"Archbishop, are we really going to attack the city? Those northern traitors and the kingdom's pariahs have chosen to cooperate. We are at a disadvantage in terms of the number of troops."

The officers' concerns are not without reason.

The Dune Castle served as the center of the rebellion suppression operations, where Joyce, a noble of the Duchy, and Kelvin, a pioneer knight, were stationed.

After the two parties cooperated, together with the private soldiers of other nobles, the number of troops in the city exceeded 6,000.

What's more, there are many masters from various knight orders gathered here.

On paper, their strength is far superior to that of the White Frost Cult.

The old man, Archbishop Baishuang, said with disdain:
"They are just a bunch of rabble. The elite members of the White Frost Cult had not been dispatched before, so those cannon fodders must have given them the illusion that the White Frost Cult was vulnerable."

"Just wait. When they discover we are here, they will take the initiative to leave the city and charge us head-on."

The archbishop said this, remaining silent and aloof.

Sure enough, not long after, the gate of the Dune Castle was opened. A large group of soldiers rushed out in a disorderly manner, huddled together.

After the infantry left the city, the cavalry followed closely.

According to their noble affiliations, they were scattered into more than thirty cavalry teams, with numbers ranging from dozens to hundreds of people.

Although the scene was chaotic, the leading knights could not hide their excitement.

What they didn't expect was that the biggest fish of the White Frost Cult actually came to their doorstep and ran to the outside of the Dune Castle.

Without waiting for Joyce and Kelvin to give orders, the two groups in the city were eager to leave the city and launch an attack.

With the previous record of easily defeating the White Frost Cult, the knights were full of confidence.

The cavalry surpassed the infantry corps and immediately charged the enemy.

Seeing the charging knights, the archbishop sneered and raised the scepter in his hand.

"Blood is going wild!"

The cold air spread out from the crystal on top of the scepter, transforming into a large-scale battlefield halo that enveloped the soldiers.

The soldiers outside the White Frost Cult roared to the sky.

Faced with the charging cavalry, the fear in their eyes disappeared, and they rushed forward face to face amid roars.

Even though their companions were constantly pierced by lances and the hot blood splattered on their faces.

Faced with this horrifying scene, they were not afraid but became even more excited.

He swung the scimitar and battle axe in his hands wildly, making a clanging sound on the cavalry's armor.

Even though there was no order at all, these outer soldiers managed to stop the charging cavalry with their fearless and crazy attacks.

After the charge was blocked, the horses were chopped down.

The cavalrymen trapped in the enemy group kept screaming and died under the swords.

"There's something wrong with these enemies!" a knight shouted in panic.

The lack of unified command broke out at this moment.

The various knightly orders were trapped in different places by the enemy. Although their combined strength far exceeded that of the enemy, they were unable to cooperate effectively and were entangled by the chaotic army of the White Frost Order.

"Damn, we have to kill that cult leader!" Joyce and Kelvin both noticed the problem.

They looked towards the archbishop at the center of the White Frost Order, their eyes fixed on the scepter in his hand.

Then the two of them led the knights, changed direction, and prepared to kill the old man in one fell swoop.

"Stop them." The archbishop said lightly to the orc soldiers around him.

Then he raised the scepter once more.

"The cold wave is the wrath of my Lord. Now this rage is condensed into the scepter in my hand. Traitors of the North Frost, pariahs of the kingdom, feel the power of the Lord of Winter! Hahaha!"

An incarnation appeared behind the archbishop, a giant silver-maned wolf roaring towards the sky.

As fully armed extreme knights, Joyce and Kelvin are moving among the enemy forces.

Although these orcs are powerful, they are not taken seriously by them.

But the two of them suddenly felt a chill on their backs and quickly looked at the archbishop.

They noticed that the roar coming out of the giant wolf incarnation's mouth had already taken shape and could be uttered at any time.

"Impossible! How could it be so fast? Oh no, let's get out of here! Retreat!" the two men shouted in panic.

Normally, a bloodline artifact needs at least half an hour of charging before it can be used.

Except for siege, it is difficult to use it on the front battlefield.

But what about the enemy? They just raise their hands and use their ultimate moves. They really don't follow any rules, right?

The two men no longer cared about chivalry at this time and turned around and ran away with their men.

However, the next second, a cold air bomb was spit out from the giant wolf incarnation's mouth and hit the two of them.

The white steel armor shattered, and Joyce and Kelvin vomited blood.

The men around him quickly caught them, and the members of the Knights cleared a path in front and evacuated with difficulty.

The archbishop watched them leave coldly without chasing after them.

Although the cold wave filled the scepter with energy, allowing him to skip charging from the outside and directly release skills.

But its power is also greatly reduced.

More importantly, the time for the berserk aura is about to expire, and his soldiers will then fall into a period of weakness.

The goal had been achieved, and the archbishop's gaze moved away from the Dune Castle and toward the north.

(End of this chapter)