Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 604 - 358: Arrival

Morning light filtered through the frost flowers on the carriage window, spilling onto the thick fur carpet inside.

Louis opened his eyes, touching a layer of warmed velvet; the temperature inside the carriage was constant, and the fireplace was calm.

Outside was biting wind and snow, yet inside the carriage was as comfortable as a hall.

The specially crafted lord’s carriage was tailor-made by craftsmen from Red Tide, with a fireplace embedded in the corner and copper pipes evenly directing steam heat into the seats and bedding.

Maps and tactical boards hung on the walls, while the shelves held statistical records from various Northern Territory areas.

Louis sat up from the thick blanket, donned an inner-lined fur coat, and stepped into the fur boots.

"It’s been more than ten days since we set off," he whispered.

Frost Dragon Territory was not far; they would reach today.

He waved his hand to skillfully activate the Daily Intelligence System.

A pale blue light screen silently appeared in the carriage, a line of intelligence gradually unfolding:

[Daily Intelligence Update Complete]

[1: Viscount Bolton, Count Harlov, Viscount Himan, Marquis Klan, and Count Holmes have accepted support from the Sixth Prince Astha at the Frost Dragon Territory base, confirming their joining his new Northern Territory council, attempting to reconstruct the resource allocation system to weaken Red Tide’s influence.]

[2: Astha uses his royal identity from the Frost Dragon Territory to entice the Barbarian Race leader Wu, proposing to exchange food, pastures, and empire titles for assistance, ordering him to launch harassment on Red Tide within twenty days and encouraging him to try to attack Red Tide City, causing destruction.]

[3: Various clans of the Barbarian Race have discussed responses, ultimately deciding not to act according to Astha’s orders but to proactively strike the Frost Dragon Territory Nobility Conference venue, attempting to eliminate the lords from various Northern Territory areas and create widespread chaos.]

Louis glanced through, his eyes subtly shifting.

"The real show begins," he murmured, with a touch of disdain in his self-talk.

The first piece of intelligence was obviously Astha’s testing.

He was merely clutching a handful of powerless puppets, and now by cozying up to a few nobility seeking gains, he wants to reshape the Northern Territory’s structure?

Louis’s lips slightly lifted, yet his eyes remained indifferent.

"New council..." he repeated quietly, as if chewing over some trivial toy.

He had long anticipated that the old Northern Lords wouldn’t stay quiet, especially the ancient Old North Nobility.

But in this intelligence, they finally tore off the disguise, marking down their choice.

This is a declaration of war, as well as a pledge, since this is the case, counteraction is a matter of course.

He rose, pacing a few steps, pausing for a moment before the carriage tactical board.

The names of these nobles flashed through his mind, some once sought help from Red Tide Territory in the toughest times, some expressed their loyalty after the Duke’s death, and now they all stand secretly on the opposite side.

"Ridiculous." Louis chuckled softly, his tone indifferent.

[2: Astha uses his royal identity from the Frost Dragon Territory to entice the Barbarian Race leader, proposing to exchange food, pastures, and empire titles for assistance, ordering him to launch harassment on Red Tide within twenty days and encouraging him to try to attack Red Tide City, causing destruction.]

The second piece of intelligence made Louis snort with contempt.

Astha’s ability to buy off the Barbarian Race was no more than empty posturing, intoxicated by his own fantasy.

These Barbarian Race, akin to ungrateful wolves, how could they genuinely follow a prince with a hollow title?

At most, he was attracted to the relief grains and supplies.

Moreover, with Red Tide’s current military control, even if they come, it wouldn’t stir much trouble.

[3: Various clans of the Barbarian Race have discussed responses, ultimately deciding not to act according to Astha’s orders but to proactively strike the Frost Dragon Territory Nobility Conference venue, attempting to eliminate the lords from various Northern Territory areas and create widespread chaos.]

The third piece was truly intriguing.

Despite suffering heavy casualties in the Tistu war, nearly having their spine broken, when the remaining wolves genuinely assembled on the snowfield, they could still form a blizzard enough to disrupt the Northern Territory’s structure.

Their wild nature wasn’t diminished, not because they forgot the pain, but because they never submitted.

Apart from the Southeast region covered by Red Tide, many corners of the Barbarian Race were never truly incorporated into the governance system.

The prince actually thought a few bags of grain and some paper promises could win the loyalty of these wolves? Absurd and laughable.

Red Tide had used nearly two years of adjusted military and political strategies, implementing systems, yet hadn’t fully tamed these clans.

And he falsely tried to lure them with interests to serve him, ultimately ending up foolishly hurting himself.

These barbarians suffered countless deaths but never ceased to survey; they weren’t content with mere survival.

Once the snowfield truly ignites, the first to be devoured would certainly be the foolish one who lit the fuse.

"Indeed... The wolf pack begins to open its mouth." Louis spoke softly, his tone like snow and ice falling.

Raid the Frost Dragon Territory Nobility Conference? Absurd, yet precise.

Louis didn’t grow angry, instead, he laughed.

This proposal was indeed more reasonable than harassing Red Tide, and yet... more to his liking.

The plan started unfolding in his mind.

If arranged cleverly...

Louis turned, pulling aside the thick curtain, and said to the secretary, "Call Lambert over, I have things to entrust."

......

At dawn, outside the Frost Dragon Territory, as the sky light began to break, the fog hadn’t dissipated, and the snow-covered mountain path still appeared muddy and difficult to navigate.

The Red Tide convoy slowly drove in.

This wasn’t the usual lord’s delegation but a deliberately unmasked demonstration tour.

A team of thousands, like a silent steel beast, was pressing into this land of remaining imperial authority. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Leading the way was an armored carriage, like an iron fortress.

Heavy rivets and steam rails surrounded it, the emblem of Red Tide engraved head-on, a golden-edged sun-patterned flag hanging high, fluttering in the morning wind, like a winter sun rising, announcing a new era.