Özet
In the howling northern wilderness, Louis Calvin wrapped himself in a wolfskin cloak and stood alone on an ice cliff.
As the son of a duke, he was thrown into this permafrost wilderness by his family in the name of "opening up glory".
He thought he was doomed, but he didn't expect the daily intelligence system to be activated:
[Thirty-seven frozen hungry wolves are lurking in the southeast valley and will raid the territory tonight.]
[The corpse of an ancient god will float out of the ice lake at dawn, and the divinity of winter will remain in its heart.]
[The Plantagenet Church will regard you as a blasphemer, and the Holy Flame Knights have embarked on the road to the north]
[The undead frenzy will sweep across the continent, and only one in a million humans will survive.]
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While the southern nobles were scheming for power, Louis's cavalry had already crushed the barbarian tribes.
The frost dragon roared over the Frost Iron Wall.
Winter has arrived, and this storm will eventually engulf the entire continent.