Rilins Winter Lord: Starting With Daily Intel

On the windswept northern wilderness, Louis Calvin wraps his wolf-fur cloak tightly around himself and stands alone atop the ice cliff.

As the son of a duke, he was thrown into this eternally frozen wasteland in the name of family “frontier glory.”

Just when he thought death was certain, the daily intelligence system activates:

[Thirty-seven frozen hungry wolves are hiding in the southeastern valley and will launch a surprise attack on the territory tonight.]

[An ancient god’s corpse will surface from the ice lake at dawn, and its heart still contains the divinity of winter.]

[The Golden Thistle Church will regard you as a blasphemer, and the Holy Flame Knights are already marching north.]

[The dragon tide will sweep across the continent, leaving barely one in ten thousand humans alive.]

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While southern nobles scheme over power and position, Louis’s iron cavalry has already crushed the barbarian tribes.

The frost dragon roars above the Ironfrost Great Wall.

Winter has arrived, and this storm will eventually swallow the entire continent.