Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest-Chapter 66 - 35 Anger, Frost Spreads

66: Chapter 35: Anger, Frost Spreads

66 -35: Anger, Frost Spreads

Keton used the energy within his body to resist the abnormal energy flow.

But he was still a step too late and far too weak.

Although he dispelled some energy, the blizzard still formed.

It roared like a natural breath, with snowflakes wrapped in howling winds sweeping across the land, bringing extremely low temperatures that made this group of Demon Hunting Knights from the south feel extremely uncomfortable.

Even Red Agate could not resist the fury and criticism of this land.

The warhorses from the Eastern Plateau also showed obvious unrest, their vision obscured by the snowstorm, surrounded by a white blur, only hearing the panicked neighs of their fellow horses, which exacerbated their inner unease.

“The wrath of the ancestral spirit!

The grandfather’s fury ignited by the Frost Priest’s life, you vile children, all of you die here!

Be buried with Navaniel!!!”

The eldest Frost Warrior shed tears.

His hair disheveled, covered in blood, he let out a furious roar from his suppressed throat like a gale.

In the most chaotic scene, Keton’s keen hearing still caught these words.

He didn’t understand what they meant, but he grasped the essence.

He shouted, “I believe in the All Gods, and I am loyal to the Church Court!

Only the true gods can judge me!

If this is the legend passed down by your ancestors, then let this blizzard be even more fierce!”

Keton struggled to control the horse underneath him.

At the same time, he raised the Dawn Greatsword high, bursting into dazzling golden light, piercing through the chaotic white blizzard.

Upon seeing that dazzling golden light, all the Demon Hunting Knights attempted to gather towards it, but the harsh low temperatures had a significant impact on their bodies, their hands and feet were cold, bodies stiff, cold penetrating every crevice.

This abnormal blizzard came extremely fast, and disappeared just as quickly.

In less than five minutes, it vanished without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

But the shivering Demon Hunting Knights and warhorses proved the brutal nature of this disaster.

Only the Frost people and Keton remained intact, still looking the same as before the blizzard.

Suddenly, the piercing cry of an eagle resounded in the sky.

Keton suddenly turned his head, seeing a giant eagle flying with two figures clutched in its talons.

Whoosh!

It swooped down, releasing the two figures while simultaneously grabbing a defenseless Demon Hunting Knight in its talons, then tossing him down from the air.

With a resounding crash upon hitting the ground, the Demon Hunting Knight never stood up again, dead from the impact.

“Beast!” Keton was furious.

“You are the beast!!!”

Valia was enraged beyond reason, witnessing her tribespeople fall continually in the bloodbath, Navaniel’s head mounted on a spear, white hair fluttering.

She was nearly driven insane.

The spear in her hand solidified into a massive Ice Spear, piercing a Demon Hunting Knight riding a plateau horse through both man and horse, then lifting high to smash into another mounted Demon Hunting Knight, blood raining down along the way.

The other Demon Hunting Knights hacked at her, but she swung them away as well.

She killed four or five Demon Hunting Knights in rapid succession like chopping vegetables, making Keton panic slightly.

As a Sixth Rank Transcendent, his reaction was extremely swift.

Grabbing the cavalry spear, he charged at her.

Steel hooves trampled the snow, thundering like lightning!

Valia held her spear horizontally before her, ice forming, swiftly turning into a thick ice wall.

A resounding crash echoed.

The meter-thick ice wall shattered from Keton’s cavalry spear charge.

Valia herself was caught by the sharp cavalry spear, piercing her shoulder through and through.

If not for her timely head turn, it would have been her chest or neck that was pierced.

Keton’s charge halted abruptly.

Valia was severely injured, freezing the wound, freezing half her body.

With the other hand, she swung the spear fiercely at Keton’s helmet.

With a clang, a massive sound reverberated, the helmet remained unaltered.

Keton’s head felt like it had been hit by a boulder.

He briefly lost hearing, blood oozing from his seven orifices.

Valia thrust her spear into the ground, yanking out the blood-stained spearhead from her shoulder with a determined pull.

Keton’s spear slipped from his grasp.

Valia seized the metal cavalry spear and aimed the tip ruthlessly at Keton.

This Sixth Order Knight, after a brief mental blank, regained his senses.

Seeing the danger, he immediately pulled the reins.

The plateau horse reared up, becoming a meat shield, killed by Valia’s stab, sending Keton tumbling down.

He realized the terrifying nature of this Frost person, even more formidable than the previous Frost Priest by tenfold, nearly equaling himself.

The power she wielded felt vaguely familiar, recognizing it as a witch’s technique.

Keton shouted in shock and anger, “An alien?

A heretic?

A witch!

You vile creature, you should be burned to death by the holy fire!”

He raised the Dawn Greatsword with both hands, leaping up to strike Valia.

Valia drew her frost-congealed spear, blocking Keton’s golden greatsword, oblivious to Keton’s cold gaze.

Swish!

The cold wood was seamlessly cut off, the cross-section smooth.

Relying on excellent battle instincts, she retreated a step but still could not evade the blade of the Dawn Greatsword.

Several strands of her crystalline white hair were cut off, drifting in the air.

A deep, bone-revealing wound was cut on Valera’s right cheek, the red flesh turning outward, blood splattering in the air, turning her into a terrifying sight.

Keton prepared to continue his attack.

Suddenly he felt a chill running down his spine.

The sense of dread came too suddenly and too frighteningly, so much so that by the time Keton realized it, it was too late.

Pfft!

The first short sword stabbed into Keton’s neck position from behind, the second short sword pierced his spine from the back.

He avoided the first short sword, although his neck armor was pierced, his throat cut, it still deviated from a fatal position.

But the second short sword he couldn’t avoid, his spine severed.

With the power of a Sixth Order Conquest Knight, and the treasures and holy blessings granted by the Church, he barely held on, maintaining minimal mobility.

Keton swung the Dawn Greatsword, spinning in a circle to force the Frost Witch in front of him and Shasta behind him to retreat simultaneously.

Wobbling, he couldn’t stand steadily, blood oozing from his throat, he vaguely asked, “…Who are you?”

His full body armor was forged from mithril mixed with steel, offering extremely strong protection, yet it couldn’t withstand those two short swords.

In that attack, he sensed the witch’s magic.

In the thick black smoke, Shasta opened her scarlet eyes, filled with flames of hatred.

“I am a witch!

I am Shasta!

Remember it well!

The ones who deserve to be burned are you!

All of you in the Church!!!”

Her anger overwhelmed her, speaking while advancing, eager to execute this executioner immediately!

But Keton constantly swung his sword, still possessing the power to resist despite his heavy injuries!

Eight Demon Hunting Knights still on horseback regrouped, launching a brief charge, forcing Valia and Shasta further away.

Two of the Demon Hunting Knights pulled Keton onto horseback, then departed without looking back.

“Bastards!

Don’t run!!”

Valia hurled the broken spear with one hand,

The experienced Demon Hunting Knights, the ones responsible for covering the rear, intertwined their figures, covering Keton’s retreat.

The thrown Frost Broken Spear only pierced through the enchanted armor of one Demon Hunting Knight, causing him to fall in the snow.

Valia wanted to pursue, but the throwing motion tore her wound, blood gushing from her shoulder, hampering her movement, sapping her strength, leaving her to helplessly watch as their figures faded into the distance.

“Valia, we still need you here, let me go!”

Shasta leapt onto the giant eagle’s back.

She chased them down relentlessly, pursuing them for over two hundred miles.

But after numerous attacks, she could only reduce the number of Demon Hunting Knights from seven to three.

Shasta could only watch as they took Keton, fleeing in panic to a human village ahead.

That village harbored the power of the Church and the Northern Nobles.

The giant eagle circled in the sky, Shasta knew she couldn’t kill Keton, feeling both sad and powerless, she had no choice but to return.

…

Two days later.

In that war, only over a hundred Frost people from the Ice Split tribe survived, all warriors were wiped out.

The battle also destroyed their camp.

Surviving tribespeople would need to seek out other Frost Tribes.

A tribe primarily of children couldn’t survive in the Northern Land alone, needing to rely on others.

However, they needed to collect the bodies of their tribespeople, piecing together all the remains, which delayed them for two days.

The Frost people’s burial was an ice burial, burying them in frozen soil.

This ritual allowed their souls to return to the grandfather’s will, preventing them from being found by the Frost’s eternal enemy after death.

The eldest Frost Warrior had been digging the pit for two days, sitting in front of the grave, holding Valia’s hand and said, “Valia, daughter of the grandfather, you must lead us back to the ice plains in the future…”

After saying this, he passed away peacefully.

Valia knew he was over 160 years old, the living record of the Ice Split tribe.

Having experienced this nearly genocide-level brutal battle, the aged body finally couldn’t hold on.

She knew from then on, this land would no longer have the Ice Split tribe.

All her memories, all her deep emotions, disappeared in the smoke of this war.

Valia held the old warrior’s hand, she was of strong character, but at this moment, words failed in her sorrow.

Until now, facing the graves, she finally expressed her most painful heart’s voice.

“Grandfather never gave me any guidance, how can I lead you, can I become a priest, I can’t do it…”

She finally realized the biggest anomaly.

Valia, trembling, took out the two pieces of Ice Jade Marrow that turned pure white, as if all her growth over the years was a joke.

How could a Frost person who couldn’t even condense emotions in the Jade Marrow become a priest?

She stared blankly at the grave after grave.

Losing faith, feeling unprecedented confusion.

Navaniel was dead, her parents were dead, the tribe’s oldest elder was also dead.

Who could still listen to her?

Did her most trusted, most revered grandfather’s spirit approve of her?

Alone, Valia faced the graveground, struggling for a long time in the painful dilemma, her heart seemingly tearing apart, that sorrow more intense than the scar on her face a thousand times.

After a day and night of self-questioning.

Valia’s heart finally calmed down.

“I don’t have an answer, but I can search for one.”

“I am a Frost Warrior, I will never stop fighting!”

“Shasta is right, I am a witch, but I am also a Frost person.

I was born in the tribe, I grew up in the tribe, and the human Church will send more knights to this land next, to kill me, to kill my people!”

“I don’t know why they are doing this, we just want to return to our homeland and survive!!”

“But does this land not even grant us the right to live!!!”

“Why!!

Why!!!”

Valia felt angry!

Intense anger engulfed her confusion, drowning her bewilderment, burning away all her pain and despair!

She was unaware that the Ice Jade Marrow she clenched tightly was condensing into a thin, imperceptible white.

The purest, snowy color!

“If staying on this land brings slaughter!!”

“If this is the outcome you desire…”

“Then bring it on!!”

“The Frost people will not sit and wait for death!!

Let me bring this result out of the Northern Land, bring the grandfather’s wrath to the south…

to all of you!!”

The frost at Valia’s feet spread endlessly.

“My people!

My kin!

My Navaniel!

I will return!

I swear not to betray my tribe!

Sooner or later!

I will bring all my people back to the homeland!!”

Valia let out an angry roar on the Northern Land!

The cold wind howled!

The temperature here plummeted, as if it reached an extreme cold place, the ground crackled and froze out of nowhere, freezing the entire graveyard.