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Global Transmigration: Frozen Perished

Young Rising Dawn, is a small boy with ambitions everlasting. He is vindictive and desires revenge, and he will not stop until he does. Earth is transmigrated into another world. Humans are given territories and Lordships. People awaken talents too. But Rise? He got the strongest one, Rise the Ice King. His conquest is filled with blood and power. He will not stop. His will is stronger than even mankind's indomitable will. He shall be eternal! [Note: Rise is a small boy, so please be lenient on him. He is also one of the only protagonists I've made that is that age and somewhat evil. Please give me leniency.]

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8. The Lord and Lady Battle

Two spears clashed against each other. The two combatants were forced back but they attacked once again. Their battle was intense as several cuts and small wounds collected overtime. Else where on the battlefield two men were brutally killed by a wolf and its undead rider. Four skulls tore apart two unfortunate men. A skeleton rider was overwhelmed and used the last of its power to take one more down. A man with a heavy mace and a skeleton with a sheathed sword, spear and shield clashed. Each singular battle was intense.

A man scrambled on the ground as a skeleton wolf bit into his head crushing it. Four men appeared and started to swing their spears at it. However, a death knight behind them cut off one of their heads, they turned around to the undead as its mount pounced and killed the other. In a two on two battle the humans were defeated and turned into fertilizer. Yet five men came and started to use their maces, hammers, and swords to break the skeleton apart. In a last ditch attempt the skeleton opened its mouth and ripped out the neck of one and pierced the other before dying.

The battle was incredibly freaking bloody, the snow was painted red. The hail roared as if mourning the dead. The sounds of metal on metal and metal on flesh reverberated throughout the battlefield. The two kids fought the fiercest, Rise raised his spear and blocked a side ways blow from the girl. He counterattacked with a skull spell which forced her to duck, but a kneecap broke her nose. A clean hit from Rise, or a bloody hit from him.

"Bloody hell." The girl whispered under her breath. The two fought once more.

The man with the large mace swung with such force it could most definitely crush a truck. The death knight from the original skeleton ducked and swung its fang spear towards the man's neck. He dodged and counterattacked with a kick, but a skull from the death knight bit into his leg. The man screamed in pain but dodged when the skeleton wolf leapt into the air. Rolling away it bumped into his dead comrade, he clicked his tongue and spat curses at the skeleton. The undead didn't care as with its mount it slowly suppressed the man.

The battlefield became quieter within the first thirty minutes. two death knights had died, leaving three, one of them being the original, I'll just call the originals generals. two liches died leaving the general lich and a normal one. Out of the nine wolves somehow seven are alive, two of the wolves were riderless. The humans were faring any better than the skeletons. Nineteen of the original humans died, leaving twenty-two. The odds were even, even with the less numbers.

The last remaining bandit crept up on Rise who was fighting. But a snowball hit him, from behind a young man in his late tens(aka 18) with a blue steel spear in hand. A solemn expression on his face as he prepared for battle. Blue against the bandit. The bandit struck first as he gathered snow in his hand and threw a snowball. Blue dodged and entered close combat with a trick up his sleeve. The bandit grabbed his small axe and slashed side ways. Blue dodged and threw snow into his eyes. The bandit screamed as Blue forced his spear into his neck killing him instantly.

The battle raged on. General lich duel wielded a new summoned fang spear and its staff. It engaged in battle with three humans. General death knight was still suppressing the human general. Blue was with the remaining two death knights and lich as they faced off sixteen human soldiers, surrounded but not disadvantaged. Rise had already summoned a new fang spear and was still fighting with the girl Lady. A tough battle indeed.

General lich had finally cut down two of its opponents as the last one was on the ground begging for mercy. But it had none, a clean slice with the spear was all it took to end the life of a another. General death knight had cornered the general human. There was a look of unwillingness in his eye, he turned back to the girl and shouted for her to run. But a sword decapitated his head. Blue had cut down four enemies and the remaining five humans had surrendered, yet they were killed without hesitation. The girl looked back as she saw the human general die. She began to fight with more ferocity.

The girl stepped forward raising her spear, Rise did the same. They pushed out their spears as both of them were at each other's chest. One step was all it took to spray blood. Spears pierced the both of them in non vital zones. The girl was too angry to die and fall just yet, but her body couldn't keep up and she collapsed to her knees. Rise had gone through the situation of being pierced by someone, so he could somewhat keep afloat. Rise looked at the girl a look of victory in his eye. The girl couldn't even speak, but there was a sense of anger in her eye.

"Any last words?" Rise asked raising a sword that dropped.

"Go to hell mother-" Woosh.

Winner? Rising Snow Cloud Dawn.

Finishing hit? Sword Pierce.

Loser? Sammy Glost Pereopod.

Current State of the Winner? Heavily Injured.

Current State of the Loser? Dead.

And once again, darkness overcame Rise's consciousness. He was back in the void...

Meanwhile in a different state of the world. A woman who seemed to be seven years older than Rise stared at her screen with tears in her eyes. She was a Lady in her hut, her subjects were asking what's wrong. But the tears kept spilling. Everyone was concerned as she hugged herself and collapsed to her knees. What was she looking at?

[Younger sister: Lord of the Cold Hail.

Status: Deceased.

Killer: Lord of the F----- P-------.]

That woman swore in her heart for revenge. Thus began the legend of the Lord of the Mechanical Army.