"How else could we save it?"
Gu Shao Yu said in despair, "Even the Frost Barbarians have surrendered to the Holy Light Faction. What else can stop this landslide defeat?"
"What!"
Meng Chao was stunned.
In the previous future and the one before that, the Frost Barbarians, who lived at the northernmost edge of Another World Continent amid polar nights that routinely plunged dozens of degrees below zero, had always been Dragon City Civilization's most loyal allies and an indispensable pillar of the Chaos Faction's strength.
The knife-edged freezing winds and the brutal environment of the permafrost had tempered the Frost Barbarians into people of unyielding spirit and faithful promises.
In battles so arduous they defied description, even when the Abyss Demon Race and the liches and skeletons known as "undying" had all retreated, the Frost Barbarians would remain expressionless, wielding Giant Swords longer than an ordinary man was tall, swords that shrieked death at every moment, methodically harvesting the lives and souls of their enemies—such scenes were everywhere in countless classic battles.
To a certain extent, as a commander, Meng Chao trusted the Frost Barbarians even more than the Turan Orcs, who had been the first to ally with Dragon City Civilization.
On one hand, the Frost Barbarians' territory lay far beyond Dragon City Civilization's sphere of influence, leaving no conflict of interest between them.
On the other hand, the Frost Barbarians' slow, brutal, and somewhat proud nature made them unaccustomed to—and disdainful of—playing any schemes or tricks.
Compared with Kanus, the "Doomsday Demon Wolf," whose temperament was cut from the same cloth as Meng Chao's, these barbarians who could not even tell a lie were far more reassuring.
In the previous future, Meng Chao had even paid a high price to hire a personal guard composed of Frost