The frigid winds from the Odin Icefield had likewise begun to rage across the Eastern Great Plains.
After the nomads' vanguard legion had been secretly sacrificed and buried alive by Diogo to the ancestral god of the Demonic Dragon Clan, the arrogant nomad army became much more cautious. Moreover, snow blanketed the earth, and the nomad army's all-cavalry forces had begun to lose their mobility.
Although priests from the Grassland Temple accompanied them, once snow more than two feet deep covered the land, even the great powers of the Grassland Temple could not effectively solve the problem of feed for mounts during large-scale troop movements. Thus, the nomad army's raids abruptly ceased. Gathering in the foreign lands they had ravaged beyond recognition, they began the long winter huddling that nomadic peoples were accustomed to.
The news that the nomad army had halted its attack was delivered by Arthur at the fastest possible speed to the Temple of Punishment, to the Church's major temples, and to every nation on the Western Continent. In Arthur's "victory report," he shamelessly boasted that it was precisely due to his own wise and valiant command, and Diogo's brave prowess in battle, that they had checked the invasion of the foreign tribes.
In this official report, Arthur frantically demanded that the Church reward him, that the Gallic Empire grant him new lands, and that the Great Flame Dynasty, which had replaced the Caesar Empire, confer a noble title upon him and grant him the corresponding privileges of nobility!
In short, Arthur was like a mad dog, opening his jaws and howling there, striving to tear off as many juicy chunks of meat as possible.
The nomad horde of the Eastern Great Plains had lost its ability to continue fighting through the winter. Yet one could well