The Enemy Has Arrived

"Attention, my name is Thorian, and I am the ruler of the South. What you must do is fight at all times in groups of three to have the advantage. Let the enemy enter the city, and when their fleet stops, my people will attack them from behind, and that's when we counterattack."

Facing a crowd of hundreds of skilled warriors, including Arnook, everyone listened to Thorian's words, believing they were witnessing someone blessed by an ocean spirit.

With the support of someone as powerful as the rumors said, Thorian didn't need to prove anything; a few words of encouragement would suffice.

"What we must do is defend the sides and the entrance where the refugees are. Thorian will take care of killing the enemy general and give us enough time for his troops to come support us." Arnook, as the leader of the village, had to give some words of support as well.

It was said that the most powerful warrior known in history for ice control arts was Thorian, and this was based on rumors, including having faced Kyoshi without getting injured.

Against such a ridiculously vast power difference, everyone got excited because Thorian also had white hair like Princess Yue.

"After this battle, no... After this victory, we will start the counterattack. My army and I will eliminate the invaders by taking control of the colonies. It will depend on you whether you continue the war or stay here to await news," Thorian declared.

At that moment, a figure approached, running. "Sir, the enemy fleet is on its way."

"Everyone in position, prepare for battle."

...

In an instant, all the city's warriors had sprung into action.

Within a brief moment, everyone was positioned.

The news of the invading fleet approaching spread everywhere, making many nervous that this plan might not work.

This invasion news had alerted many people in the world, especially the Earth Nation, which could barely stand against the invading enemy.

The invasion of the Fire Nation soldiers had begun.

The world was in great danger.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In a brief instant, fireballs from a catapult struck the ice walls that were not being protected.

All the northern warriors were positioned to defend against the enemy, but the situation didn't look good.

From the moment the news spread, everyone knew that the continent's future depended on the outcome of this battle because if they lost, it meant that only the Earth Nation could stand against the enemy.

As the large fleet of a hundred cruisers headed toward the gate of the wall, far behind them, Brad led thousands of warriors in a special formation to prevent anyone from escaping.

The order was simple: kill them all.

This army of no more than ten thousand men wore a unique combat uniform with an entire support system connected. While all the warriors prepared for this battle, one of the three great generals named Golden Lion Fist, nicknamed Abyssal, stood out.

His gaze as sharp as a predator observed that there was no retaliation, and just as he was starting to think something was wrong, hundreds of ice spears flew in his direction.

"Everyone, take cover; repel the enemy attack," Abyssal ordered his soldiers, whom he had trained himself.

These ice spears, similar to halberds, struck some cruisers, and those that couldn't be seen pierced some soldiers who were running around preparing the catapults.

"Aaaahhhh!!!"

"My leg, my leg got torn off!"

In a single instant, a dozen soldiers were gravely wounded, and others died instantly. Chaos had begun, and many inexperienced soldiers trembled.

"Damn fools, are they soldiers or monkeys?" Abyssal shook his head at the behavior of the more inexperienced ones.

At this point, the war had reached a situation where no one could leave enemies alive. Now it was kill or be killed, and the fights would be harsh until the end.

As they were marching directly toward the Avatar's elimination, the colonies could only offer 20,000 soldiers, some less experienced than others.

Their advance speed hadn't decreased since they started heading directly to this place upon receiving the news that the Avatar was here, and with the participation of the Fire Nation prince, things looked much better.

Many soldiers bid farewell to their families; from one moment to the next, the threat of death was so great that it could be common, so many thought it was easy to die in this situation.

"Why aren't they defending?"

Abyssal watched as the walls were destroyed and furrowed his brows. He looked at a man with white hair holding a long sword in front of all the walls. "Bring me my sword; I have to take the head of whoever killed my rival."

"Understood, commander."

Watching as Thorian effortlessly launched hundreds of ice spears, Abyssal, who was considered a fire lion, locked eyes with this rival, and his senses sharpened. "What plans do you have for us?"

Iroh, who was beside his nephew, looked at the so-mentioned white demon and furrowed his brows when he saw him facing an entire army.

Undoubtedly, this battle would be very important. It wasn't for nothing that one of the most powerful generals of the Fire Nation was sent, who wouldn't hesitate to engage in a battle to the death with his enemies.