Nordic: I Created a Forbidden Land for the Gods

Although it's called Snow Island, there are still significant temperature differences in some of the island's basins. To facilitate aquaculture, cities that meet the corresponding needs are built in these areas.

While there are conveniences, the city is also surrounded by forests, and the presence of various giant beasts provides continuous external pressure, which is the kingdom's primary objective.

Normally things are fine, but after the cataclysmic changes in the world, many of the previously relatively quiet giant beasts have become very active, even organizing beast tides and destroying several neighboring mortal cities in succession.

Today, only one Ceylon remains.

"The city lords who were originally in charge of those cities all withdrew in advance after discovering the anomaly, without any intention of advancing or retreating together, which is why the collapse was so rapid."

"The kingdom is also unclear about the exact extent of the beast tide and how long it will last, so they are basically testing and observing first."

"This mere mortal city can be used to squeeze out the last bit of value."

Standing atop the city lord's mansion, gazing into the distance at the pairs of blood-red eyes filled with madness, ready to surge forth at any moment, Hawthorne looked worried and sighed inwardly.

Yesterday, he visited not only the royal palace and some folk gathering places, but also searched every possible place to make connections and tried to figure out every possible idea.

But even if he was unwilling, he could only conclude that Ceylon had no way out and would end up like other cities, and his heart could only die.

Even before, the beast tides had attacked several times, and Ceylon City was unable to withstand them at all; each time, the city walls were on the verge of collapse.

If it weren't for other cities sharing the burden, and the continuous influx of refugees to reinforce the defenses, the situation would have been dire.

It is simply impossible for an ordinary city to withstand a mythical wave for so long.

But that can only go on until today.

Looking around, at the other places that had been reduced to ruins, the various fortifications that were nearing their limits, and the people who were physically and mentally exhausted and could no longer hold on.

Hawthorne could only remain silent.

Then, continue to do your best to resist until the very last moment.

……

……

"This half-giant could have left, but he stayed to command and even went to the front lines to share the burden."

"It's unlike any other mixed-race person I've ever seen, it's... kind of strange."

At the edge of the basin, Neil stood. He had arrived here not long ago, when the beast tide had officially begun.

Looking at the various situations outside the battlefield, he made all sorts of speculations and analyses in his mind.

He sighed inwardly at the plight of Ceylon, but was more surprised than anything else; he hadn't expected that a mortal city would still be able to survive until now.

With his enhanced vision through the puppet, he was able to see clearly that the city lord inside was actually the mixed-race person who had spoken with concern at the inn yesterday.

As some clues connected, he couldn't help but feel a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, mixed feelings).

It seems that no matter what race, there are always some "outliers".

Slud was like that, and so was the city lord.

"However, no one came to help when several 'breeding grounds' were destroyed. It seems that, just as I heard, the kingdom has drained the faith here and it won't be able to extract it in a short time."

"In other words, there are no longer any benefits for me here."

"However, there shouldn't be any other eyes watching."

"I don't have any faith points right now, but I have an abundance of resources. Helping out might... avoid being exposed and attracting danger?"

Neil hesitated, not making a decision immediately.

However, it's no longer necessary.

Because Hawthorne had already done it for him.

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Roar!Roar!Roar!

Rumble!

Under the relentless onslaught of enormous monsters, the city walls finally gave way and collapsed with a deafening roar.

There were many arrow towers and cannons on the wall, even though people were constantly replenishing and firing cannonballs.

But even if you keep rolling down huge boulders that you can lift, it won't make a difference in the face of a mythical disaster.

As the foundation below was destroyed, those who were above also fell.

Before they could cry out or be turned into mincemeat, Hawthorne raised his hand and a strong gust of wind howled, blowing the soldiers away.

"Gale" rune!

However, he was still on the front line defending against the attack from the front. In that moment of distraction, several giant bears pounced on him, and with a painful groan, he was bitten many times and bled.

Blood splattered continuously, but he endured the excruciating pain, keeping one hand raised to prevent the soldiers from falling, while his other hand, gripping the great axe, swung back and slashed the giant bear to its death.

Several giant bears staggered and fell to the ground. Hawthorne, relieved of the pressure, waved his hand to barely put the soldiers down, then looked at the uneasy city wall with a nervous and fearful expression.

Seeing that many giant beasts had already broken through the collapsed defenses and rushed into the streets, ready to wreak havoc, his expression immediately became tense.

But the next second, a burst of azure light suddenly erupted from there, and even more violent wind blades roared out than before, cleaving those giant beasts in two.

Seeing that scene, Hawthorne's tense expression relaxed slightly, knowing that the arrangements he had made had taken effect.

Before setting out, he wrote a rune that worked in conjunction with the faith crystal. It would automatically trigger once a giant beast broke through the defenses.

Faith can nurture runes, and it can also be used to amplify power through energy burning, but the latter is too wasteful of resources, so he dares not use it casually.

As the wind blades howled and unleashed their power, tearing the charging behemoths apart, they also symbolized the continuous depletion of the remaining faith crystals.

Hawthorne was heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do.

He only hoped that the people in the city could evacuate quickly before the crystals ran out.

He could only continue to fight on the front lines to buy himself some more time.

Facing the surging, ferocious beasts ahead, Hawthorne, covered in blood, took a deep breath, his eyes revealing a resolute look.

come on.

I'm not afraid of you!

boom!!!

Just as he was about to rush out resolutely, another unexpected event occurred.

It wasn't facing him directly, but rather on the other side of the collapsed city wall. The ground churned, and towering, lush trees rose from it. Amidst the cries of the giant beasts, a vast forest suddenly appeared out of thin air.

call out!call out!call out!

boom! boom! boom!

Bake! Bake! Bake!

*Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!*

In the forest, arrows whistled and shot out, piercing or burning the giant beasts, who were continuously blasted to death amidst their mournful screams.

This sudden turn of events caught Hawthorne off guard, who had originally intended to die a martyr's death.

Before he could fully react, a painful sound came from the forest behind him.

"I didn't expect you to have faith crystals here, and even use them like this..."

"Let's make a deal. Give me the goods, and I'll guarantee the safety of your city."

"At least no one will die."