Lesen Sie den Roman Overlord of Ice des Autors Jester_Class, veröffentlicht auf WebNovel.Simon Tristan wakes up to the sound of frantic shouting from all around him. Opening his eyes he found himself in the middle of a large military barracks."GET YOUR ASS UP NEWBIE! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"U...
Simon Tristan wakes up to the sound of frantic shouting from all around him. Opening his eyes he found himself in the middle of a large military barracks. "GET YOUR ASS UP NEWBIE! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" Unsure of what was happening, he scrambled to his feet and followed the man who had just shouted at him outside the building. The moment the wooden door was slammed open Simon could now see what was happening. Fireballs rained from the sky, hitting buildings and spreading the blaze everywhere. Men armed with swords were running towards the direction the fireballs were coming from and Simon was caught up in the wave of bodies. Soon finding himself standing in front of a large wooden drawbridge. "I pray to Solas that you survive rookie. If you do, I'll buy you a damn drink when this is all over." As the drawbridge lowered the head of an army of undead entered Simon's eyes. The sense of dread and hopelessness slowly seeping into Simon's bones, he began to despair when something foreign yet strangely familiar appeared in his vision. [Welcome to your empire Simon Tristan!] [Well... Not 'your' empire yet, but it can be! You are starting as a simple peasant who was drafted into a war by your incompetent ruler. Rise to the seat of power!] [Or die now. Your choice.] [Yes] or [No]