Norman Fortress was blanketed in snow.
This was an iron-blooded defensive line built by the human nations of the Western Continent, pooling the strength of the entire continent to fend off invasions by the foreign races from the Five Great Linked Islands and Odin Icefield. With Norman Fortress as its core, hundreds of fortresses large and small, countless trenches and hidden passages, innumerable crisscrossing walls, and an uncountable number of magical traps and mechanical ambushes had bled countless foreign invaders dry.
Directly before Norman Fortress lay the Norman Great Plains—flat and utterly unobstructed, exceptionally convenient for foreign races to land upon.
This plain stretched for more than six hundred li and spanned over four hundred li in width. The terrain was flat, with even hilly ground rarely seen. It had once been a fertile paradise abundant in grain and fresh fish, but ever since the foreign races had made it their primary landing battlefield for attacking the Western Continent, not a single civilian could be found anywhere on these plains.
The Norman Great Plains, situated northwest of the Gallic Empire, only rose into a ring of low mountain ridges at the edge where they entered the empire's heartland. The Norman Fortress defense line had been built against this ring of ridges. Over the centuries, the nations of the Western Continent had joined forces to transform these mountains completely into a true impregnable pass forged of iron.
The insides of these mountains had all been hollowed out and filled with vast quantities of molten alloy. The ground here had likewise been poured over with thick layers of molten metal. The entire Norman Defense Line was a true wall of bronze and iron cast from metal.
Now, the foreign races' camps stretched for more than five hundred li across the Norman Great