Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest

When mortals die, their souls follow a secluded path to the Netherworld, with soul-guiding flowers blooming along its sides, winding and twisting as it disappears into the Void.

But the Cold Frost People are different.

The end of their lives is not in the Netherworld but will flow to the depths of the Ice and Snow Land.

As Shasta had said before she died, she took her back to the North, but it couldn't reverse her departure.

At that time, her body was buried in the permafrost, and her soul flowed to her grandfather's bloodline.

Until that distant voice awakened her from her slumber in the depths of the earth.

"Valia... come back... come back quickly... we need you..."

At the moment she awoke.

She understood the mission of her resurrection.

Hostility spread from the Endless Ice Field, and the power of the cold night was about to invade the entire land.

...

"Valia can't go with you!" Ular was firm.

He was one of the Frost Priests, and his words represented the attitude of the Frost Clan.

Laisa was surprised to hear this, her words faltering.

Monica furrowed her eyebrows, pondering silently.

Gwen then looked at Valia and said, "My lady, we didn't come here to hear that. His Highness hopes to see you, and you must come back with us."

Valia did not answer.

Another Frost Priest accused, "Don't treat grandfather's daughter as an ordinary girl! Valia does not obey the Human Race Lord! She cannot leave with you."

Laisa asked, "Why? Because of the Evil Ghosts? But didn't we kill all of them?"

Ular shook his head and said, "That was just the first batch of livestock! Like human scouts, the main tribe of Evil Ghosts is still on the Ice Plain! They bring the decree of the Alien God, intending for the cold night to sweep across the land, at which time their Alien God will also awaken in the deepest, coldest night."

Laisa had heard the legends of the Ancient Alien Gods before.

Ular claimed their grandfather, the Frost Giant, was a mortal enemy of the Ancient Alien Gods, engaged in an eternal war that never ceased.

"Humanity may not have records of this, but we know the worst has happened - they have extended their icy claws towards the warm world, and those abominations will freeze the land, cutting off all life!"

"You are human spellcasters; surely you know that winters in recent years have become increasingly long and strange?"

"This is the omen before the arrival of the Eternal Night!"

Ular's tone grew increasingly heavy and severe, as if scolding.

Laisa licked her cracked lips, feeling dry.

The snowfield was dry and cold; all the moisture seemed to have turned into a malignant, bone-attaching curse.

The Silver Moon Knights, who had battled the Evil Ghosts, felt this most deeply.

Herman interjected, "Sir, if what you say is true, then relying on the Frost Clan alone may be powerless. Valia must discuss this with my master, Lord Roman."

The Frost Clan had fallen behind in the battle with the Evil Ghosts; without the intervention of the Silver Moon Knights, the Cold Frost People wouldn't have endured until Valia awoke.

But once Valia appeared, everything was completely different.

Is she the top high-level Conquest Knight on earth?

Or the most powerful Seat Witch in the Witch Forest?

Far more than that!

The powerful High Rank Knights could be overwhelmed by the Cold Wave Echo formed by thousands of Evil Ghosts.

Witches like Laisa, relying on Silver Moon Gems and twenty Silver Moon Knights to unleash the Silver Moon Domain, can purify the Cold Wave curse on the battlefield, but cannot eliminate the Evil Ghost leader with spells.

However, the Valia before them could do it.

Herman's body trembled when he witnessed that scene.

Solo advance, decapitation tactics!

That was the stance all Conquest Knights fervently desired.

It is said that Valia once unleashed even more astonishing power in the battle of the Holy City.

All doubts and discontent vanished at that moment.

Now Herman patiently said, "If the Evil Ghosts attack the Human Race World, it is no longer a matter for the Frost Clan alone, but involves all humans, and the only person you can and must speak to is His Highness Roman; His Highness can represent the Human Clan."

He had seen the combat power of the Evil Ghosts.

Those cold abominations all possessed mana, moving silently in the cold night; if in a one-on-one fight, with the martial skills of Conquest Knights, they might not lose.

But the Cold Frost People say those ancient abominations always travel in packs.

Not to mention that fallen abominations would form a unique 'Cold Wave Echo.'

When hundreds or thousands of abominations enter the battlefield, the nature of the war changes.

The scene was astonishing, Herman had experienced it before, it was not something ordinary noble Conquest Knights could withstand.

The evil monsters would bring endless despair to humanity.

This reminded him of the River Valley Corps, who had brought unparalleled terror to the enemy on the battlefield.

Herman firmly said, "Your Highness is about to unite the land, including Wandong."

Perhaps when he returned, the lands possessed by Your Highness would be far more than just the cities of Origin and Fertility.

Ular replied, "Human Knight, you're wrong, outsiders cannot govern this land, the Winter King is the Northern Guardian, this contract is rooted deep within the bloodline of all Wandong people, they can never escape it..."

Herman suddenly interrupted, "But the Winter King died in his sickbed! All Wandong people regarded him as their Guardian God, but sadly the King has passed, the Royal Family has no heir, the only person who can save this land in the future is one!"

The expression and words of the Silver Moon Knight were fervent, he was unwavering in his belief.

Ular fell silent for a moment.

The Northern Guardian God was fading away, leaving no successors, which is why the evil monsters could swarm out, this land lost its legitimate king.

And the Frost Clan was barely surviving, indicating that grandfather fell behind in the war with the Alien God.

All signs showed that we were at a critical turning point in history, a new era was about to dawn.

Would the Frost People have their place in the future era?

Or would they vanish like those epic species?

Undoubtedly, now was the moment for racial survival, Valia was the granddaughter, how could she go to meet their master with these people?

Then, they engaged in a fierce conversation.

Herman's thoughts were clear, they came for Valia, after traveling for over a month, they couldn't just leave like that.

And Ular's view was simpler: the humans wanted to take Valia away? Daydreaming!

Last time Valia left with Shasta, she returned barely alive, on the brink of death.

Now, another group wanted to take her away?

Frost People were very hostile to humans, if it weren't for the Silver Moon Knight's assistance on the battlefield, they would have clashed long ago.

Herman was also quite frustrated, these alien races had low combat power, and their equipment was rudimentary, Your Highness didn't send them here to talk reason.

Gwen watched the argument escalate to a tense atmosphere, sighed and said, "Valia, what's your opinion?"

Herman and a cadre of Frost Priests were stunned.

They had debated intensely but ignored the main subject.

The latter stood in front of the tent, her azure eyes gazing at the ice plain, her crystalline white hair fluttered in the wind, her face lacked the battlefield's murderous air, but remained cold and hard, yet that figure seemed lonely and distant to everyone.

Until this moment, Valia finally turned around, first speaking to Laisa, "Thank you for awakening me."

For years, her soul had roamed deep beneath the earth, groggily in the frozen soil, wandering within grandfather's spirit vein until the guiding light of Silver Moon led her out, finally reviving.

Laisa nodded respectfully, "Lady Valia, it was my duty."

Lords of Thunder have passed away, Valia was now the chief Seat Witch of the Witch Forest.

Valia continued, "In the future, I will visit the Human World, but now is not the time."

Her voice was resolute, "My clan did not exaggerate, if evil ghosts invaded Wandong, then, ancient alien gods would unleash greater powers, grandfather would lose, and no one would be able to stop the spread of the cold night across the land... To prevent that situation, I must stop the advance of the cold night from the start. The snow plain is the central area of Wandong, it cannot be easily crossed."

Herman's face was bitter, "Just relying on you, it's difficult to achieve that."

"I will notify the Wandong Kingdom, to alert them in advance, have them send troops."

Herman replied, "Various nobles are busy vying for power; getting them together is harder than turning the frozen soil into fertile land."

"There's no other way!" She turned back. "I've made my decision, Human Knight."

Her pure white full-body armor stood before him; he heard from the witches it was made of platinum, rarer than refined gold and secret silver, created using the depths of the Conqueror Period by the Witch Forest for Valia, the Unrivaled Battle Armor.

Is she a Seventh Rank Knight? Or an Eighth Rank Knight?

Such a person, once they make a decision, who could change it?

So, would they return empty-handed like this?

Even the nimble Silver Moon Knights would take over a month to get back.

They came prepared for their journey, traveling light but supplies were now exhausted; they had little left, and the journey would only take longer.

Moreover, Valia's resolute attitude made him realize this was a huge crisis, not necessarily directed at the entire Human Race World, but a disaster in Wandong was inevitable.

Your Highness was undefeated, but he was far away.

Now the situation had changed.

If Your Highness were here, what would he do?

Perhaps the Wandong Nobles deserved death, but the commoners were different, they would become Your Highness's wealth in the future, if there were enormous losses, would Your Highness truly be happy?

In the end, Herman made up his mind, sighed, and said, "You have the final say."