Rise of the Northern Warlord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Weir nervously watched the situation, worrying for the fighting knights.

Now the massive ice-armored bear had completely fallen into a terrifying berserk state, its primitive fury unleashed like a force of nature itself. The surrounding environment seemed frozen solid in the grip of its overwhelming rage, as if time itself had crystallized under the weight of the beast’s primal wrath. The very air crackled with supernatural cold and barely contained violence.

Three enormous crystal spikes, each as thick as a man’s torso and wickedly sharp, protruded menacingly from the creature’s broad, muscular back. They pulsed and throbbed with an otherworldly energy, emitting waves of blazing blue light that cast eerie shadows across the battlefield. The crystalline formations seemed almost alive, growing brighter with each labored breath the enraged beast took.

Air began violently shaking under high-temperature distortion, shaking surrounding knights until they could barely stand.

The archers’ arrows could no longer touch the ice-armored bear’s skin—ice flames in the air could vaporize them mid-flight.

"Second phase plan activate!" Vaerik commanded loudly.

The commander waved flags, signals went out.

Knights quickly divided into multiple groups, beginning to circle around the ice-armored bears.

Rapidly moving through the ice-armored bears’ blind spots, each provocation making the ice-armored bears increasingly violent.

Their hexagonal eyes flashed with angry red light, cold flames continuously leaking from within.

"Keep luring them, don’t let them get close!" Lambert, commanding on-site, shouted.

Each approach saw knights quickly turning, skillfully avoiding ice-armored bear attacks.

They frantically swung giant claws, but no matter what, they struck empty air.

Helpless roars tore through the mountains’ silence.

Crystal spikes released increasingly intense heat waves, the air carrying deafening energy fluctuations.

"Their energy is about to explode!" Lilia shouted, her eyes full of worry.

"Be more patient, don’t let them stop!" Vaerik stared at the ice-armored bears, observing the crystals on their backs.

At this moment, any detail could determine victory or defeat.

The knights’ movements became increasingly precise, each provocation further stimulating the ice-armored bears’ berserk energy.

Continuous kiting tactics caused all nine ice-armored bears to go mad in extreme states.

Their internal energy began uncontrollably overflowing, angry air currents nearly toppling surrounding trees and rocks.

Stones began rolling down, distant mountains could hear trembling sounds.

"Now!" Lambert’s eyes brightened—he saw that momentary opportunity.

Lambert led six elite knights and twenty-three formal knights to quickly separate, fiercely pouncing on each berserk ice-armored bear.

Each ice-armored bear desperately released powerful cold flames, violent air currents sweeping all around.

Temperature rose sharply, cold winds and heat waves interweaving into a deadly barrier.

Lambert gripped his sword tightly, leading the team in assault, target clear—the berserk ice-armored bears’ cores.

"Swoosh!"

The sword viciously stabbed into a berserk ice-armored bear’s back core.

Simultaneously, other knights weren’t to be outdone, quickly concentrating force for alternating attacks.

As knights attacked, crystal spikes on the ice-armored bear’s back flashed madly, violently shaking, powerful energy pouring out like torrential rain.

Intense shock waves instantly exploded, the entire battlefield nearly torn apart, cold flames forming massive storms, sweeping everything.

"Retreat! Quick retreat!" Lambert’s voice was nearly drowned by explosion thunders.

Knights quickly withdrew, avoiding that uncontrollable explosive energy.

The battlefield filled with smoke, flames scattering.

Nine ice-armored bears’ energy eruption formed a terrifying disaster, explosions shaking air until it distorted.

Ice crystal shells shattered in fierce flames, fragments flying everywhere.

After smoke dispersed, in this chaotic battlefield’s center, the nine surviving ice-armored bears’ corpses lay quietly.

Though explosion force in berserk state was enough to tear apart everything around, thanks to the ice-armored bears’ ice crystal shells, their bodies hadn’t turned to ash.

Their crystal spikes remained hard—though partially shattered, you could still feel their powerful threat.

It was over. Vaerik stood at the battlefield’s side, his gaze sweeping over, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

Though this was an intense battle, his troops had no injuries—even the warhorses were intact.

Weir and Lilia stood aside, their eyes sparkling with longing.

They watched the knights on the battlefield, hearts yearning for the day they too could be like them.

Able to stand on battlefields, slaying these powerful enemies for Lord Vaerik.

"We can do it too, right?" Lilia asked softly.

Weir didn’t speak, only nodded vigorously.

As battle ended, knights began methodically collecting spoils.

These giants that once made everyone fearful now lay quietly on the ground, becoming war trophies.

Moreover, each ice-armored bear was practically a treasure trove.

Knights carefully cut bear meat—that flesh firm and elastic, emitting a unique fragrance.

Ice-armored bear meat was considered a nourishing delicacy, able to sell for high prices in the south.

It could effectively strengthen knights’ flesh and increase battle energy reserves.

Each piece of meat could provide tremendous assistance to knights.

Some knights specialized in dismantling crystals from ice-armored bears’ backs.

In alchemists’ hands, these crystals could be made into powerful potions or magical items—priceless treasures.

Vaerik looked at the ice-armored bear corpses, his gaze slightly regretful.

If ice-armored bears weren’t so dangerous, even unstable, he would have long wanted to start his own ice-armored bear farm.

These giants—every inch was worth utilizing well.

Bear meat, crystals, ice armor—even claws and teeth had extremely high value, practically natural resource banks.

But he could only think about it. If actually raised, Crimson Tide Domain would probably be blown sky-high within days.

His gaze swept over those busy knights, looking at spoils, unable to help smiling.

This was indeed a great victory, so he prepared to reward these knights.

"Alright, everyone stop!" he shouted loudly.

Knights stopped their work, turning to look at Vaerik.

"I’ve decided to use this ice-armored bear meat tonight for a feast!" Vaerik announced.

As soon as words fell, surrounding knights immediately cheered.

The tense atmosphere after battle was instantly swept away.

"Lord Vaerik, this is too generous!" a knight first cheered loudly.

"Yes! This bear meat is precious—practically a warrior’s blessing!" another knight’s eyes sparkled.

Surrounding knights raised hands, shouting in unison: "Praise the great Lord!"

Vaerik listened to the laughter around him, feeling very satisfied.

After all, these knights weren’t personally cultivated by him—only by providing sufficient resources could they truly become loyal to him.

As long as rewards were sufficient, knights could deliver six strikes per second without limit.

Moreover, with danger imminent, this ice-armored bear meat could provide his team additional strength, giving him more confidence to face the approaching bandit suppression challenge.