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In the North Territory, April had ushered in the spring season with blooming flowers.

The radiant sunlight poured down, awakening the vitality that had been asleep throughout the harsh winter.

On the boundless grassland, lush green grass and blossoming flowers glowed vibrantly. Creatures of different species could be seen frolicking and playing around.

However, they seemed to have heard an ominous sound in the next second, causing all of them to disappear from sight in the blink of an eye.

In the trembling earth appeared a formidable army on the road to Winterfell City.

At the front of the army were three lines of Heavy Armoured Cavalry, consisting of over a thousand professionals.

They were uniformly dressed in bright-red fine gold armor, holding steel lances in their hands. The half-meter-long lance heads glinted with an icy cold light. They carried iron-edged Yuen shields on their backs, long swords in the sheaths on their shoulders, and a sharp saber belted at their waist.