Building My Empire in the Frozen Apocalypse (Riley Carter) novel Chapter 236

Chapter 236 Propaganda War

Chapter 236 Propaganda War

The attached image was a visually striking photograph.

The background showed the Icefield Drifters Alliance camp across the canyon. The angle was clearly chosen with care; a dozen WarWolf members in dark red robes stood in formation outside, two snowmobiles parked regally at the front while the bruiser captain brandished his hammer toward the gate.

Honestly, the photo radiated raw intimidation.

Anyone unaware of the truth would think WarWolf was at the threshold of victory and the defenders were about to be slaughtered.

“WarWolf_Simp_01: Master is legendary! Those Drifter trash think they can steal our nodes? Know your place!”

“Random_Bystander: Holy crap, what are those black machines? Vehicles? That looks so cool!”

“WarWolf_PR: Those are our guild’s secret weapons–Heavy Snowmobiles! Top speed 50 mph! Want to run? No one escapes a WarWolf hunt! We’ll find you no matter how far you go!”

Riley looked at the photos of the snowmobiles and then glanced out her own window.

In her courtyard, two identical machines sat quietly in the snow. Little Tree was busy brushing frost off the chassis, preparing to build a connected garage next to the workshop.

Riley had been laughing at the fact that WarWolf’s squad was dead and their bikes were now hers, yet they were still bragging on the channel.

But on second thought, she understood the logic behind it.

This was a “PR War.”

WarWolf posted this partly for their own goals, but mostly to project power.

The photo was out; even if the squad was MIA, as long as the Drifters didn’t speak up, WarWolf had to act like everything was fine.

If the whole server knew they sent a dozen men to raid a tiny base and got counter–wiped like kittens, losing their most precious vehicles in the process…

How could WarWolf survive the embarrassment? Who would join them after that?

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Chapter 236 Propaganda War

So, they had to keep the act going.

Even if their teeth were smashed, they’d swallow the blood and keep a “we’re still winning” face for the public.

With acting skills like that, it was a shame they weren’t in movie industry.

“Truthseeker: If you’re so strong, did you take the base or what? No one has posted a victory shot, and the Drifters‘ side is totally silent. What’s the deal?”

“WarWolf_Berserk: What do you think? Our Master is merciful! He gave them an ultimatum to surrender their loot! If they don’t open up, we’ll level the whole camp!”

“Random_Lurker: But… I heard the fighting over there was a literal bloodbath yesterday? Can anyone confirm?”

The WarWolf shills immediately flooded the comments with threats, drowning out any questioning voices.

Meanwhile, the response from the Icefield Drifters Alliance was even more intriguing.

Riley specifically searched for the Vice–President, NorthWind, and the subordinates she met yesterday.

Total radio silence.

No rebuttals, no mockery of WarWolf’s “embarrassment,” and not even a distress signal.

It was as if the entire guild had collectively disconnected from the internet.

This left the lurkers on the channel baffled, assuming the Drifters had actually been crippled.

Of course, the most confused people were the WarWolf leadership.

“WarWolf WildBlade: Still no word on what happened? I gave them two of our only three bikes. Don’t tell me they can’t take down a lucky solo guild?”

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