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The alliance’s Bear and Eagle tribes’ forces, which were already stationed in the corridor, along with the majority of the Minotaur army and the main force of the Northern Legion, will assemble an army of over a million soldiers. They will enter the human world in batches through this corridor, to reclaim the ancestral Golden Plains and secure a foothold in the human world.

Fontainebleau will not be the primary attack direction but will serve as a supplement to the main battlefield, tasked with tying down as many human forces as possible. The primary human forces in the western region belong to the Four Sacred Kingdoms and the Viking Empire. The Lion tribe will face the Viking Empire’s army alone, while the main battlefield of the War God Corridor will encounter the main forces of the Four Sacred Kingdoms and the Temple. There might also be reinforcements from the Yellow Dragon and the Mercenary Empire. The situation is difficult to say if we have a significant advantage. If the Fontainebleau front can contain the nearby Sacred Aus Kingdom among the Four Sacred Kingdoms, it will have an extremely important impact on the main battlefield. This is the task assigned to me by the alliance.

Of course, I outwardly agreed with these orders but secretly planned my own affairs. Manipulation isn’t my style; I am Chen Xuanfeng.

Concerning my exclusive control of the Northern Star Sea, after several negotiations, I conceded some benefits and finally gained the unanimous approval of the Orc King, the Council of Elders, and the War God Temple. In fact, even if they didn't approve, there's nothing they could do. I possess the only artifact capable of resolving the forbidden curse. I exercised caution when constructing the dragon tower and the city, and the path to the northern permafrost has not been opened. If they refused, they would have to wait another century. Regarding any underhanded attempts to seize the "Tear of Gaia," even if someone dared to try during this critical pre-war period, facing an ice dragon constructed of pure ice crystals guarding its treasure, I doubt anyone other than the "War Saint" Leimen has the ability to do so on this continent.

Just as I was preparing to return to Fontainebleau after settling my affairs, an unexpected visitor arrived at our camp.

"What? Snow Wolf Tribe Chief Aihain? Are you sure? What is he doing here at this time?" I couldn't help but wonder when I heard the message from the gate disciple. Regardless of how I had already acted, I believe Chief Aihain understood the situation and would not want to incur more resentment from the Orc King on my behalf. If he intended to negotiate, he shouldn’t have done so in the Holy City. After all, with the title of "War Saint," a simple call would mean the Shamans of the War God Temple couldn’t stand by idly. I originally thought he would wait until I returned to Fontainebleau, gather tens of thousands of Snow Wolf Knights, and block the golden trade route to negotiate with me. I was prepared to confront him with Winter Night, the white dragon, if necessary. However, the chief appeared unexpectedly when I least expected it.

"Perhaps there's a change in the alliance's strategic plan, and he needs to consult with us immediately. After all, the Snow Wolf army is part of the Northern Legion and must follow the command's orders. We have more freedom," Katherine speculated. She was in charge of integrating all intelligence and knew more about the situation in the Holy City.

There’s no point in further discussion. Meeting here is better than facing each other on the battlefield. I naturally went out to see what he had to say.

Entering the front hall, I saw seven orcs already there, all from the Snow Wolf Tribe. Three of them were seated, likely important figures, while the other four stood behind them as guards or attendants.

My sharp eyes quickly discerned the appearances of the three seated figures. The leader was an elderly wolf in his fifties or sixties, with silver fur showing a grayish hue. Though sturdy, his face was calm, and his half-opened yellowish eyes seemed a bit cloudy. The other two were a young man around thirty, handsome and straight, and a thin, short wolf with sparse hair who kept his head down, hiding his face. The elder was most likely Chief Aihain of the Snow Wolf Tribe, and the young man next to him was probably his son, Parran.

As for the other wolf, I had a guess. Before me, there had only been one Sword Empress in the Snow Wolf Tribe, the so-called "Wild Wolf" Jiahett Ice Thorn Wolff. It was said that he was weak as a child and made slow progress in martial arts compared to his peers. He was not only discriminated against but also faced dangers in the harsh Northern Country. Fortunately, with the help of his peer at the time, Aihain, he didn't die in the snow. Later, due to some unknown fortuitous encounter, his strength improved dramatically, and he became a Sword Empress in his thirties, far surpassing any of his peers. Over the years, he had been Aihain’s staunch supporter, suppressing internal disturbances and protecting Aihain’s family. Externally, he attacked enemies, captured flags, and achieved countless merits, becoming the soul of the northern Snow Wolf army and Aihain’s guardian.

It was said that this Snow Wolf Sword Empress, due to his early poor health, never grew to the normal size of a wolf and always appeared sickly. Without seeing him fight, one wouldn't know he was a top expert. Given his close relationship with Aihain, the person in front of me was most likely him. As for the chief bringing him along, it was probably for intimidation. Although only a very few people knew that Katherine and I had advanced to the Sword Empress realm, my unique "Holy Grail Battle Aura" and the "Saint Ice Thorn Aura" had been announced by the War God Temple. With Katherine being a practitioner of the "Emperor Martial Overlord Art" of the Lion Tribe and having the ability to challenge beyond her level, if there wasn’t a corresponding expert to match us, negotiations would be difficult.

"Hehe, Chieftain, I am Xuanfeng Storm Wolff, the lord of Fontainebleau. When I was in Fontainebleau, I always hoped to meet you, but we never did until the Northern War. It's been delayed until today; fate sure likes to play tricks," I said with a smile as I entered the front hall.