The Cold Wave Sweeping Across Another World!

On a barren piece of land.

Several men dressed in fur coats and carrying bows were galloping on horseback, their eyes fierce and their faces menacing.

"The Empire's watchdog dares to extend its claws into the wasteland; we can't let him go back alive!"

"Don't worry, my arrow is coated with venom from a fanged snake. He's been hit by one of my arrows. I bet 30 bets he won't run 50 paces!"

"Okay, I bet 10 Becks he can run a hundred paces!"

Just as the group was giving chase, the leader suddenly pulled on the reins and stopped!

The remaining men also grabbed the reins, their faces filled with horror. "This... By Baal, what is this thing?"

"Magical creatures?"

Before everyone's eyes stood a strange horse with white fur, dark skin, and hooves emanating a chilling aura!

The horse's eyes were crystal blue, and they could also emit a chilling aura!

The once dry and hot wasteland became unusually cold at this moment, and even the wind that blew in carried a biting chill!

The person riding the horse was a man dressed in unidentified black clothing.

He also has crystal-blue eyes, and his other features are no different from those of a human.

The man opened his mouth and said something, but the others couldn't understand him.

What is he saying?

"What language is this? Is it the language of Volbina?"

"It doesn't look like it."

As the group was talking, the leader rode up on horseback. "Who are you? Where are you from? What is your relationship with the corpse below?"

The Frost King's expression remained unchanged upon hearing this, because he did not understand it.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the people behind him exchanged glances, and one of them immediately drew his bow and fired an arrow at the Frost King!

Faced with the incoming arrow, the Frost King swept his hand and caught it in his grasp.

These people do not exhibit any special energy fluctuations, and their physical constitution is similar to that of normal humans on Earth.

Add to that the backwardness of the times and the language barrier, and there's really nothing more to say.

The Frost King's hands emanated a chilling aura, instantly coating the arrows with a layer of ice!

He twirled the arrow and flung it back amidst the gasps of the crowd!

Pfft!

The arrow was thrown with such force that it pierced the skull of the archer!

But things took a strange turn at that moment!

The chill emanating from the arrow instantly swept over the man's body, causing him to convulse violently!

He fell from his horse to the ground, his eyes turning crystal blue at that moment, while his hair and skin turned pale, unlike a normal human!

The Frost King turned him into a White Walker, which also served as a good opportunity to see how powerful a person from another world would be when transformed into a White Walker.

"Kill."

The man who had become a White Walker twisted his head, and countless ice crystals condensed in his hand, transforming directly into an ice crystal spear!

Before the others could react, their horse legs were severed!

The battle was over in about two minutes.

After becoming a White Walker, his body became abnormally stiff, almost impervious to weapons, and he emitted a chilling aura that could infect others.

Frost King glanced at the several human and horse corpses beneath him, and his warhorse stomped its foot, instantly sending a dark blue mist into the bodies!

Immediately afterwards, these corpses, along with the horses, all turned into White Walkers!

They got up from the ground, twisted their heads, and then mounted their equally White Walker-like warhorses.

As for the first corpse, the Frost King ignored it.

He looked at one of the White Walkers and said, "Take me to the nearest city or town."

The White Walker turned its head and then scratched its head with a finger.

Several black lines appeared on the Frost King's forehead. "Take me to a place where there are people."

The White Walker clapped his hands and spurred his horse forward!

Upon seeing this, the Frost King pulled on the reins and followed suit, as did the other riders.

"Since this world doesn't speak my language, then let them all become White Walkers."

Several days later.

In a small village outside the wasteland, the villagers each had their own jobs, some blacksmiths and others leatherworkers making clothes.

Just then, a young man in cloth armor rushed into the village, shouting, "Monsters... run! Fang Wolf, even more terrifying than the Tyrants, in packs, and a whole bunch of them!"

The blacksmith who was forging iron nearby was puzzled when he heard this. "What's wrong, Kadis? You didn't mistake the mount for Fang Wolf again, did you?"

Upon hearing the blacksmith's words, the people around him couldn't help but burst into laughter.

But the man in the cloth armor was not joking at all. "No, no, Anthony and the others are all dead!"

You mean Anthony?

"Are you kidding me?"

"I'm not joking!"

Seeing that no one believed him, the man rushed into his house, grabbed a few things, and led the horse in his house to run in the other direction!

Just then, a chilling aura suddenly swept in from the north!

The blacksmith at the village entrance looked out and saw that the ground in the distance was suddenly covered with white frost and mist, and the sky had darkened.

It was daytime, yet the distance had already fallen into darkness!

In that darkness, there seemed to be a group of things vaguely visible.

Once his vision cleared up a bit, the blacksmith's eyes widened in disbelief!

He first saw a group of monsters: Fang Wolf, mounts, and bears. The monsters were in groups and all had light blue eyes!

Behind those monsters, he saw an army!

An army of several hundred men!

They wore different clothes and carried different weapons, but they all had pale skin and hair, and a pair of blue eyes!

Their bodies were rotting, their flesh and bones exposed, like ghouls!

With every step they took forward, an inch of the ground in front of them froze!

Behind that army of monsters that didn't look like humans, followed an even more peculiar group of monsters!

Those monsters had white skin and blue eyes, but they rode warhorses.

The warhorses they rode had dark skin, but white mane on their heads and backs, and blue eyes!

The blacksmith was stunned, and the hammer in his hand fell to the ground.

Then one of the monsters raised a horn and blew it!

The monsters swarmed in, and the village was destroyed in an instant.

Several months later.

Inside a castle surrounded by walls, a castle called Ashen City, lived a nobleman named Duke Ash.

He was entertaining a renowned scholar who had traveled extensively in the castle.

"I've heard that there's been a recent surge in undead in the North. What do you think?"

Upon hearing the Duke's words, the scholar in the room frowned.

"This reminds me of a bad memory. When I was an apprentice at the Tower, the first history I learned was about the Shattered War."

"The content of that story left me with lingering fear and kept me awake for several days."

"I imagine you, Duke, have heard at least a little about the origins of the War of Destruction, which took place 8,400 years ago and began with a scholar."

"In the beginning, before the theory of necromancy existed, two scholars, in order to explore the most forbidden page of magic, did not hesitate to carry out a cruel and bloody experiment to resurrect the dead."

"Perhaps it was the blessing of Nara, the God of Death, or perhaps it was the grace of Dogma, the lord of knowledge, that they succeeded and created the first Undead Creature."

"But on the very night the two scholars celebrated their success in pioneering the field of necromancy, one of them ruthlessly murdered the other."

"Because of this, this academic discovery will be solely attributed to him, and future generations will only sing his name; he will be remembered for eternity."

"But the truth is that his reputation will be tarnished for eternity, and he will be cursed even after his death."

"He transformed his good friend, another scholar, into an immortal being, and made further breakthroughs in him."

"The deceased retained their memories from their previous life and inherited the knowledge of the necromancer."

"And so, the necromancer resurrected the dead, and the dead resurrected the dead, year after year, until forever..."

"In the grand scheme of history, that may have been just a blink of an eye, and there would be no more dead people in the world."

"The necromancy has spread across the entire continent, until even the first necromancer was devoured by the monsters he created."

"This is the beginning of the Shattered War."

The Duke swirled the wine in his glass. "So, how far do you think the undead army that has appeared in the North will grow?"

Is there a trend toward Shattered War?

The scholar smiled faintly, "With the spread of the Church and the Codex of Light, the divine light has already shone on every corner of the continent."

"Although I am not a believer, I am still certain that the Shattered War will not be repeated, and we now know how to deal with those abominations."

"They are destined not to cross the northern border; this is just a minor skirmish."

The Duke chuckled lightly, "In that case, there's really no need to worry too much."

Just as the two were talking, a soldier in armor suddenly rushed in!

"Your Grace, something has happened!"

"Those monsters have crossed the northern border!"

"Winter City?"

"It has already fallen!"

"Those monsters are about to reach the Ashen City!"

"How is this possible?!"