Standing alone on the slightly dilapidated city gate tower, the Barbarian Strange King's ears were filled with the ever-rising cheers of the Holy Race's people.
Conquering this giant city that had obstructed the southward march of the Holy Race for thousands of years drove all members of the Holy Race nearly mad with excitement.
Countless citizens were shouting his name, which echoed over the entirety of Northern Border City.
However, the Barbarian Strange King's face was devoid of any joy, his expressionless gaze fixated on the Dayan military camp that sprawled endlessly in the distance.
The raging blizzard could not hinder his sight in the slightest, he could even make out the patterns on the bricks of those simple camps.
"Creak—"
"Creak—"
The sound of footsteps crunching on snow suddenly approached, and a deep, hoarse voice rang out beside the Barbarian Strange King, tinged with a smile:
