Wizard Farming Guide

Chapter 93 The White Frost Cult

As the White Wolf's attack blurred the enemy's consciousness, Rhode, riding his snow steed, leaped from behind the open space.

"Clean up the scene and eliminate the enemy."

The white wolf transformed and returned to the ring, and Rhode waved his hand to give the order.

At the same time, he plunged his icy sword into the werewolf woman's chest.

This monster's strength has reached the first tier, which is quite bizarre.

But that was all; unable to withstand the mental attack of the white wolf's roar, he could only watch helplessly as he was pierced through.

The cavalry that had come with them followed behind, brandishing their swords, and in the blink of an eye, they charged into the group of barbarian villagers.

The situation here filled the cavalrymen with rage; there was no need to hold back against man-eating monsters.

Surprisingly, the villagers were not afraid when they saw the cavalry approaching.

Instead, its eyes turned bloodshot as it pounced on the attack like a wild beast.

Rhodes looked around and confirmed that there was no major problem.

For some unknown reason, these villagers were exceptionally strong physically, no less so than ordinary soldiers.

However, when they gathered here, they were unarmed and unarmed, and their mortal bodies alone could not withstand the cavalry's attack.

After twenty minutes of repeated charges by the cavalry, the situation calmed down.

Except for a few who were spared and tied up, the rest were all killed on the spot without exception.

"It looks like a lingering effect of the cold wave."

Rod frowned and squatted down in front of one of the prisoners, observing his condition.

Even though he was severely injured and tightly bound by ropes, he still bared his teeth and kept growling at Rhodes.

Furthermore, he was mentally unstable and spoke in broken sentences.

His men took Baron Jeff down from the wooden frame and brought him before him.

Rhodes glanced at the baron's condition and shook his head regretfully: "He's dead."

The massive wound in his arm caused him to lose a lot of blood.

The only saving grace was that he saw Rhodes arrive before he died, with a relieved smile on his face.

After cleaning up the scene, Rod ordered his men to search the surrounding area.

But all they found was an empty, old village; they gained nothing.

Anything chewable here has long been boiled in the pot; even the cleanest rats in the warehouse don't want to come in.

After wandering around without finding anything, Rod returned with his men in frustration.

a few days later.

Rhodes received an invitation to a gathering from the Knights of the Round Table.

The sender was Knight Kelvin, one of the twelve chairmen of the Round Table Council, from the Duke Dewitt family of the Golden Sword Territory.

As one of the twelfth seat, this knight Kelvin's pioneering territory is located in the Coldwater River Basin.

It is the strongest in this region.

The invitation wasn't limited to Rhodes; most of the pioneer knights near the Coldwater River were on the list.

The purpose was clear: to gather everyone to discuss the problem of the disruption to the supply of materials.

Due to the chaos emerging in the northern part of the duchy, the supplies for these pioneering knights and the Dragon Fortress were once again cut off.

Instead of just worrying in your own territory, it's better to gather together and come up with a solution.

When Rhodes arrived at the enemy's castle, it was bustling with activity.

Hundreds of pioneering knights walked around, greeting each other warmly and trying to get close to one another according to their family kinship.

The scene may seem chaotic, but a closer look reveals distinct social circles.

It's mainly those whose territories are close together that band together.

Rhodes was no exception, and he came to the circle where his alliance was located.

Besides Charlie, Byrne, and the other five Knights of the Round Table, there were more than twenty ordinary pioneering knights present, raising their glasses to welcome his arrival.

Charlie was sipping the red wine in his hand.

His gaze swept over the dazzling array of delicacies in the banquet hall, and he said with a sour tone:

"That rich dog Kelvin, he still has extra food to hold a banquet at a time like this. The treatment of the twelve main seats is really different."

Even though they are both Extreme Knights, Charlie is confident that his strength is no less than Kelvin's.

As a result, the level of family support the two received was completely different.

One was eating coarse food and vegetables, while the other was eating a feast. The stark contrast made Charlie very unhappy.

Byrne, who was beside him, chuckled and offered words of comfort:

"Given the current predicament, having a strong leader is not a bad thing. Since he has chosen to take the lead, we will just watch from behind."

Rod walked over to the two men, picked up his glass, and clinked it with theirs.

During the casual conversation, the person in charge of the banquet came out.

Knight Kelvin stood before the crowd and said with a smile:

"Thank you all for coming from afar. I have asked the chef to prepare a grand swan banquet for you. I hope you enjoy it."

He clapped his hands, and servants came out from the gate carrying huge platters of food.

The top part shows a whole roasted swan, stuffed with various foods such as corn and potatoes.

Hearing the constant exclamations and exclamations around him, Kelvin chuckled softly.

He knew that few of these people would genuinely thank him; more likely, they would slander him in their hearts.

Instead of wasting time showing off, why not just sell this food to them? What a waste!

But Kelvin didn't care. He needed to demonstrate his abundant resources to ensure the smooth progress of his plan to consolidate power.

Although everyone is struggling to get enough to eat these days, they haven't completely lost their aristocratic manners.

After stuffing a few mouthfuls into his mouth, he stopped paying attention to the food.

All eyes were on Kelvin.

No one has forgotten the purpose of this gathering—to resolve the problem of supply shortages.

"What exactly happened in the northern part of the principality? Why have all those transport convoys lost contact?"

Someone asked the biggest question.

Although they knew famine was spreading in the region, it would at most give rise to a band of bandits and refugees.

They were all knights who had experienced war; no one would take refugees seriously.

Even if thousands of people gather together, so what? A few dozen cavalrymen can easily defeat them.

How could the entire supply line be cut off?

Faced with their doubts, Kelvin took out a pure white crystal and placed it on the table.

"A photographic crystal from the church?" Charlie asked, puzzled.

Rod looked at the white crystal with curiosity.

That's a specialty of the Papal States to the south of the Kingdom of Rosa.

It was made by local priests using a special mineral called light crystal.

It can record everything that happens around it in a short time and replay it, making it quite valuable.

That's not the point; the point is the picture it displays.

As white light shone out, a projected image appeared above everyone's heads.

"Just as I thought, it's because of those monsters." Rhodes narrowed his eyes.

He saw in the picture a group of naked Kingdom people, men and women, numbering in the thousands.

In the freezing cold, they were gathered together like livestock, kneeling on the ground in fear.

Surrounding them were barbarians wielding long whips and machetes.

In the following scenes, people from the kingdom are repeatedly tortured and humiliated.

Accompanied by violence and sex, it ends with a focus on appetite.

In this process, many of the physically weak barbarians became strong.

Some barbarians even underwent a sudden transformation, turning from humans into wolf-headed or tiger-headed humans, roaring towards the sky.

As the image captured by the crystal faded, the faces of the surrounding pioneer knights turned extremely grim.

Many of them vomited on the spot, their faces turning pale.

After everyone had recovered, Kelvin began to explain:

"This is a cult that has emerged in the northern part of the Northern Frost Duchy, called the White Frost Cult. It is they who have blocked our supply transport."

The pioneering knights present gradually understood the situation.

Although the cold wave has passed, its impact has already profoundly changed this land.

As the famine intensified, a peculiar cult emerged among the local population, calling itself the White Frost Cult.

The White Frost Cult promotes the idea that cold waves are miracles of the Lord of Winter.

It was the shameful people of the kingdom who stepped into the northern border, angering the gods, and thus divine punishment was brought down.

A large number of barbarian residents in the northern part of the principality were brainwashed and joined them.

They viewed the inhabitants of the surrounding kingdom as food, and in the process of feeding, they continuously strengthened themselves; the orcs were even comparable to knights.

Under the manifestation of this miracle, the White Frost Order continued to grow in this region.

The northern territories fell one after another, either joining the fray or being completely wiped out.

The White Frost Cult is spreading too fast. According to Kelvin's description, in just one month, their numbers in Coldwater County alone have reportedly exceeded ten thousand.

"This rapid spread suggests it was premeditated; it's not just some ordinary cult that suddenly appeared. There have long been traitors in the northern part of the principality who worship evil gods!"

One of the pioneer knights cursed angrily.

As citizens of the kingdom, they worship the Father of the Church, and although they are not devout, their opposition to evil gods has always been unified.

Not to mention the horrifying cannibalism depicted in the images.

Coupled with their natural contempt for barbarians, old and new grudges combined, and everyone was united in their hatred of the enemy.

I wish I could set off right then and there and crush those beasts to pieces.

Kelvin was pleased with their attitude; it was exactly the response he wanted.

Even as one of the twelfth seat of the main family, there is always a limit to the family's support.

His experiences during this period made him realize the power of teamwork; simply expanding into a few nearby territories was not enough.

He wants to unite all the pioneering knights in the Coldwater River Basin and become the leader of this region!

This is difficult, as the forces in this region have already formed their own alliances and built their own interest groups.

Nobody wants a boss suddenly appearing above them, bossing them around.

To this end, he spared no expense in hosting banquets to demonstrate his abundant resources and to tell outsiders about the benefits of joining him.

More importantly, they used hatred and the pressure from external enemies to encourage people to band together.

"In order to solve the problem of the supply shortage, I propose that everyone here unite."

(End of this chapter)