Vaerik woke up and habitually opened the Daily Intelligence System.
Recent daily intelligence hadn’t been directly useful—great intelligence system, please provide so good intelligence.
[Daily Intelligence Update Complete]
[1: Due to the Snow Swearers organization becoming increasingly mad, Duke Edmund has decided to summon vassals to eliminate the Snow Swearers in one stroke.]
[2: Knight reserve Weir has activated his bloodline, officially becoming a knight apprentice.]
[3: A group of ice-armored bears will pass through northern Crimson Tide Domain tomorrow afternoon.]
Vaerik’s gaze swept across the intelligence screen. Today’s updated intelligence all seed quite useful.
The first piece of intelligence imdiately caught his attention: Duke Edmund decided to eliminate the Snow Swearers in one stroke.
This news made Vaerik sowhat happy, while also feeling a trace of worry.
The Snow Swearers were the Northern Province’s largest terrorist rebellion organization, and increasingly rampant.
Recently they had not only attacked multiple small territories but also kidnapped nobles and knights for terrible evil sacrificial rituals.
Though these riots were still so distance from Crimson Tide Domain, what if their reach extended to Crimson Tide Domain?
The Snow Swearers organization’s massive scale and mad thods made Vaerik worried.
His own military strength was simply insufficient to deal with such a rebellion organization.
Duke Edmund taking action to eliminate this organization in one stroke was certainly good news for the Northern Province.
But his gaze darkened again.
According to the "Northern Pioneering Decrees," he nominally counted as Duke Edmund’s vassal, or rather, the entire Northern Province were his vassals.
"I must inevitably respond to the summons," Vaerik murmured quietly.
The Northern Province’s situation was turbulent and unstable. As a vassal, he had to send troops to suppress rebellion under the duke’s call.
But Crimson Tide Domain had just stabilized, and his military strength was still weak.
If he went out to suppress rebellion, there would inevitably be losses.
But Vaerik suddenly thought of sothing—he had the Daily Intelligence System.
This powerful tool had already kept him safe through many crises.
Through the system, Vaerik could learn of potential battlefield threats in advance, avoiding direct confrontation.
He could even make Crimson Tide Domain take advantage of the chaos to gain more resources and enhance strength.
"Soldiers co, generals block; water cos, earth dams." Thinking this way, his mood relaxed considerably.
Vaerik continued reading intelligence, his eyes stopping on the second update.
"Weir officially beca a knight apprentice, activating his bloodline."
He was slightly stunned, then satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
With the Daily Intelligence System’s help, he had long foreseen this mont.
Moreover, Weir’s future wasn’t just a simple knight apprentice—he would be one of Crimson Tide Domain’s strongest forces in the future.
"Truly worthy of being a future peak knight," Vaerik couldn’t help but sigh, nodding with relief.
He then looked at the third intelligence: "Ice-armored bears awakening from hibernation, expected to pass through northern Crimson Tide Domain tomorrow afternoon."
Adult ice-armored bears were extrely dangerous magical creatures.
Standing 7.2 ters tall, their skin covered with natural ice crystal layers, almost able to resist any attack.
Their front paws had evolved half-ter-long cold iron claws. When hunting, they could release low-temperature pulses, instantly freezing prey’s blood.
Vaerik’s face showed no worry; instead, he revealed a faint smile.
"For , this is actually a good thing," he murmured quietly.
Though ice-armored bears were powerful and fierce, they weren’t much of a threat to his current combat strength.
Moreover, their at was extrely precious, capable of enhancing knights’ flesh and battle energy.
This was perfect reward for his knights and those eight knight reserve children.
Additionally, these knights hadn’t had real combat for a long ti. The ice-armored bears’ presence could also stimulate the knights’ fighting desire and training enthusiasm.
He imdiately summoned Lambert: "Lambert, gather all knights and archers, prepare to depart north for hunting."
Lambert didn’t ask much, responding and withdrawing, quickly arranging related matters.
...
An urgent report flew to Duke Edmund’s study.
"Report: A Northern Province territory was attacked by Snow Swearers, all civilians killed, nobles and knights captured."
These brief lines were like a massive bomb, instantly exploding in the duke’s heart.
This was the sixth similar incident in the past two months.
The Snow Swearers’ atrocities were becoming increasingly rampant, every inch of Northern Province land trembling in unrest.
"Damn Snow Swearers!"
Duke Edmund suddenly stood up, docunts on the desk swept to the floor.
The Snow Swearers were surviving forces from Snow Country, gradually transforming into desperadoes with the empire’s conquest.
Now this organization, deep in hatred, was igniting their vengeful fire across Northern Province lands.
"This is no longer just bandits—we must strike hard!"
Angry flas burned in the duke’s heart. This threat had to be completely eradicated before the Northern Province could regain peace.
Even if complete elimination wasn’t possible, their hands had to be severed so they’d never dare randomly plunder territorial lands again.
That evening, the duke summoned high-ranking family mbers—strategists, advisors, and important generals—for an ergency eting.
"We can’t wait any longer. Dispatch all vassals, assemble armies, divide forces to surround Snow Swearers’ strongholds. We must annihilate them in one stroke!"
Under the duke’s direction, all family mbers began detailed discussions on how to respond to this storm.
The eting entered a tense strategic discussion phase, with strategists beginning to formulate specific battle plans.
"We will divide forces to encircle and suppress Snow Swearers’ strongholds, ensuring no effort is spared anywhere. Simultaneously, deploy heavy troops to defend borders, preventing northern tribes from taking advantage..."
The duke instructed: "Notify all vassals to assemble, prepare for attack, must depart on ti."
As the eting neared its end, a strategist asked: "Duke, should those newly arrived pioneering lords from the south also be included in this operation?"
Duke Edmund sneered coldly, his eyes showing disdain: "All of them! Southern pioneering lords?
These people are nothing but waste noble offspring. Anyway, if they die, those big shots in the south won’t feel sorry. We’ll let them go die together!"
His tone carried contempt, his attitude toward southern pioneering lords obvious.
Originally, the emperor’s "Northern Pioneering Decrees" had southern nobles send disciples to pioneer Northern Province territory, borrowing their strength to stabilize the Northern Province.
But those imperial parasites only perfunctorily sent so scraps to appease the emperor.
Since that was the case, taking advantage of this expedition, they’d conveniently clear out these useless troubles.
After the eting ended, the duke imdiately began implenting the plan.
Knights quickly sprang into action, sending orders to every vassal, ensuring all armies could assemble on ti.
The entire Northern Province was like a sleeping beast slowly awakening, preparing for the coming bloodbath.
Duke Edmund stood atop Frost Halberd City’s tower, coldly overlooking this land about to burn.
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