Chapter 587: 585 Going to Death_1
 

Even in May, there was not a hint of spring on the Sky Ice Plain.

The snow was falling heavily, the north wind howling, quickly turning the world into a vast expanse of white.

A squad of wolf cavalry, numbering over a hundred, galloped through the snow towards the south.

The vicious wolf claws trampled on the ground, shattering the ice and snow, revealing the cold hard soil.

It wasn’t until dusk that this wolf cavalry squad stopped to set up camp.

When the snowstorm ceased, on the desolate ice plain, a few bonfires began to rise.

An elderly troll, draped in a large wizard robe sat in front of the bonfire, hunched over and visibly exhausted.

Upon receiving a bowl of steaming meat soup from his attendant, the elderly troll drank it down before feeling relieved, sighing:

“I’m old, struggling with such a short journey.”

A middle-aged troll next to him replied calmly, “Don’t worry, Squein. As long as you are breathing, I can carry you to the top of the Holy Mountain.”

Hearing such disrespectful words, the White Wolf Witch King Squein wasn’t angry. He just shook his head and laughed.

Clearly, the troll who had spoken was not of lesser status than Squein.

Stoking the bonfire to make it burn more vigorously, Squein later asked: “Prince Otto, I’ve always been curious, how did Emperor Okamoto convince you to agree to this plan?”

Prince Otto answered calmly, “The Troll Empire is in a very precarious situation. But at the same time, it has also encountered the best opportunity to turn the tables. If we miss this great opportunity when the human empire is extremely vacant due to the orc invasion, the Troll Empire may forever remain in the shadow of the North Territory.

So for the future of the Empire, someone has to make a sacrifice.”

Squein waited for a while, seeing Prince Otto had nothing more to say, he then asked in surprise, “That’s all?”

Prince Otto glanced at White Wolf Witch King and countered, “Why did you agree to this plan?”

Squein chuckled, opened his big mouth, pointed to his toothless gum, sighed, “I’m so old, I don’t have much longer to live anyway.

So, I might as well make a bid for the future of the Troll Empire before I die.

But Prince Otto, you’re different.

You’re in your prime, with a high status, extraordinary strength, so why are you ready to risk your life?”

Prince Otto fell silent.

There is a ferocious scar above his right eye, unable to be opened normally, his remaining left eye was focused on the bonfire in front of him, lost in thought.

Just as Squein thought he wouldn’t get an answer, Prince Otto finally spoke:

“Okamoto did not break his promise to you.”

“What promise?” Squein looked at Prince Otto, clearly not understanding his non sequitur.

Prince Otto sighed, further explaining, “After Modo the Second was killed by Colin Angler, didn’t Okamoto promise you he would never touch that human’s wife to get your approval and be elected as the new emperor?”

“But they have a child…” Squein suddenly understood halfway through his sentence, laughed and said, “So that child is yours indeed! So Okamoto began planning this a year ago?”

Prince Otto nodded, saying: “Exactly. This lad is indeed cunning and ruthless enough, perhaps only such an emperor has the chance to revive the Troll Empire.”

Squein nodded silently and took another sip of hot soup.

Actually, he understood that the real reason Prince Otto agreed to come was not because his offspring would become the heir to the throne.

As a Holy Warrior, Prince Otto had been the first choice for the throne even before Modo the Second, but he had chosen to give up that opportunity of his own volition.

Therefore, if Prince Otto wanted his descendants to become the Troll Emperor, he would have had many opportunities long before using this method.

Squin understood, Prince Otto simply chose to believe in the current Troll Emperor, who was intelligent, brave, and demonstrated enough determination.

He believed that Okamoto would not let their sacrifice be in vain.

Moreover, it cannot be denied that right now the Troll Empire has the best chance it’s had in a thousand years. If such an opportunity slips away, the North Territory might never allow the Trolls to rise again.

“But after all, that boy isn’t a pure-blooded Troll …” Squin sighed with some hesitation.

Prince Otto shook his head and rebutted, “In fact, I agree with Okamoto’s view on this.

The Sky Ice Plain is too barren. The Northerners can lose countless times and always quickly recover, but if we lose once, we will be severely wounded.

Now, humans cannot guard the north as they combat the threat of the Orcs, but once they deal with it, they will inevitably revisit the Sky Ice Plain. By then, perhaps the Troll Empire won’t even have a chance to linger on.

Therefore, if the Troll Empire wants to rise again, it must take this opportunity to conquer the North Territory. Having a royal heir with human blood could significantly reduce this difficulty.”

Squin frowned and pondered for a long time, finally sighed and said:

“Leave him be. Anyway, we’ve tried our best already. Even if we die and enter our Lord’s temple, we can face it calmly.”

Prince Otto nodded, then picked up a roasted venison leg and began to tear into it with big bites.

Squin looked on with a little envy, but only wet his toothless gums with his tongue, before continuing to dink his meat soup.

After he finished the soup, Squin put down the wooden bowl. Suddenly, Prince Otto next to him asked:

“What if Colin Angler doesn’t fall for it?”

Squin smiled, saying, “He wouldn’t. How could he miss such a good opportunity?”

Prince Otto seemed unsatisfied with this answer, his brows still furrowed.

Squin then joked, “Even if he really doesn’t dare to come, we haven’t lost anything, we’ll save a life. As for what to do in the future, we’ll discuss it again …”

During their conversation, there was a sudden movement outside the camp.

Squin and Prince Otto turned around at the same time to see a member of the wolf cavalry, covered in snow, burst into the camp.

Before long, the cavalryman reached Squin and handed him a letter.

Squin quickly read it and immediately told Prince Otto:

“Colin Angler is actually coming!”

“How many men did he bring?”

“The Blood Knight Army, all the troops are deployed!”

Prince Otto nodded expressionlessly, indicating that he understood.

Squin threw the letter into the bonfire, watching the leaping flames engulf it, he said gravely:

“Otto Volkin, are you ready to die?”

Prince Otto did not speak, he simply shoved the half-eaten venison leg into his mouth, bone and all.

Crunch, crunch.

The horrifying chewing sound echoed across the boundless Ice Plain with the whining wind.