Last Frost Sword

The Flossis clan was massacred overnight, and the former border retreat turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Close friends turned against each other, the royal family betrayed, and the palace minister's iron hoof crushed the old glory. Ling, a twenty-year-old knight of the Imperial Guard, crawled out from the bones of his tribe. There was no warmth in the ice blue eyes, only the blood-stained sword remained. He took the remaining family savings and embarked on the road of revenge southward. Every swing of the sword brings one step closer to the truth; every fight makes the flame of revenge burn brighter. But when he finally approached the royal city, he discovered that the so-called "palace coup" was just the tip of the iceberg. It turns out that since the night of genocide, he has been involved in a fate that lasts for thousands of years. When the frost sword cuts through the long night, when the spark ignites the wasteland. The end is coming, I swear in the name of knight——