Chapter 283: Chapter 206 Incarnate Ancient Dragon
“Master, you… finally returned.”
In front of the portal to the Gloomy Region, Ramp waited cautiously.
He lowered his head, his ugly nose keenly slling the blood on the Red Dragon, but he didn’t say a word.
“Mortifael—that rat in the gutter is dead.”
Cassius spoke in a flat tone, as if he were stating the most ordinary matter.
Ramp suddenly thought of Dragon Shadow City, which Mortifael ruled, a city with an advantageous location and thriving trade. Perhaps it could beco a frontline stronghold for the Ashen Kingdom’s advance into the Gloomy Region.
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But the Ogre Mage, observing the Red Dragon’s expression, found that Cassius seed unwilling to speak further, even appearing sowhat impatient, so he imdiately abandoned his inquiry.
“Your great power is enough to make the gods tremble.”
“From now on, nothing can threaten Northwind Castle again.”
Ramp knelt on the ground, respectfully flattering, his massive body resembling a mountain of flesh.
But Cassius seed sowhat distracted, rely nodded slightly, then flapped his wings and flew towards the Steel Dragonwing Palace in the suburbs of the city.
It was a long ti before the kneeling Ramp dared to lift his head, and after confirming that the Red Dragon’s figure had disappeared, he took out a golden silk handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
“The master… has beco more powerful, but his personality has also changed.”
Stormy Ridge, north of the Triel Throat.
This region, once ravaged by fiery flas, was now t with endless cold winds.
“In the na of Soleim…”
“You are the ancestor of all Frost Giants, grant our enemies eternal slumber…”
“The blizzard is your roaring breath, transform into the cold and fight alongside us, let the enemies fall into eternal shivers!”
The Frost Giant Sacrificers chanted ancient incantations in unison, and the mysterious runes covering their bodies lit up.
Eternal Frost Descends
In the sky, clusters of frigid mist surged and roiled, spreading and sweeping across the once serene land to create a terrifying blizzard.
This was the power of Eternal Frost passed down through generations of the Frost Giant tribe, even without the aid of relics. If they possessed the Eternal Frost Horn, the blizzard would beco even more dreadful, possibly engulfing the entire Stormy Ridge.
The blizzard advanced rapidly southward, with hundreds of Frost Giants marching swiftly within it, wind howls mingling with war cries and rugged chants.
“We are the biting frost, the roiling ice mist.”
“The fierce cold wind, the icy resentful spirits, the eternal howl.”
“Humans tremble before us, even giant dragons bow to the cold wind.”
“We co from ancient tis, following the glory of the past, letting the white storm sweep across the land once more.”
“We are—the Endless Frost Calamity!”
The Clan Leader of the Everfrost Tribe, Frost Giant Warrior Kasa Everfrost, donned nacing armor crafted from White Dragon Scales and sared his face with war-symbolizing black paint. Mounted on the mightiest Dragon Tundra, he raised a heavy double-bladed axe with one arm.
“For the Everfrost Tribe!”
“Reclaim the relic, rekindle the ancestral glory!”
Sunlight was nearly obscured, the wasteland roughly painted frost-white by their advance, and in the snow-blurred horizon, the giant’s army moved south like a towering ice wall.
This catastrophic scene made the earth tremble and all beings in the wasteland shiver.
The howling wind proclaid to the beings of Anzeta—
Frost Calamity had descended!
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Outside the Triel Throat.
The Ashen Kingdom’s army stood prepared.
Ogre Heavy Armor Soldiers clutched their giant shields tightly, Goblin Infantry held spears in formation, and bipedal wyverns flapped their wings densely at low altitude. The Dragon Tundras, serving as war fortresses, snorted heavily.
“Damn it…”
“These blasted things again.”
Staring at the invading blizzard, a dragon vein goblin, who feared the cold, spat in disdain, seemingly recalling so unpleasant past.
This was the first ti the Ashen Kingdom’s army had encountered such formidable foes. Compared to the frost giant army arriving with cold winds, the human forces in the Triel Conference seed insignificant.
Yet this also fueled their fervor to face strong adversaries—that was the battle lust granted by their flowing Red Dragon bloodline.
Ramp gazed at the approaching blizzard, a grave expression on his face.
“Such a quality spell…”
“The casting thod isn’t arcane; it seems more like divine art, almost at the ninth tier level. Quite a troubleso opponent.”
The Ogre Archmage assessed.
But confronted with this terrifying sight, Ramp showed no fear and adjusted his gold-frad glasses calmly, analyzing ticulously.
Dolores, waiting impatiently on the side, said to him: “Ramp, do you have the ans to deal with this so-called Frost Calamity?
“Just glaring at it won’t calm the blizzard.”
Ramp glanced sideways at him, his tone still indifferent and slightly sarcastic:
“Pointless hurrying doesn’t solve anything.”
“Captain Dolores, are you scared, after almost being killed by a human with a hint of Frost Giant blood?”
Dolores gritted his teeth in anger, exhaling smoke. That incident had brought him much sha, and Ramp’s untily reminder intensified his fury.
“Ramp, I warn you! Do not disrupt military morale!”
“I rely respond truthfully.”
Ramp curled his mouth, a sinister smile appearing on his ugly face.
“I don’t have the sole ability to resolve a spell of this caliber, but we have our trump card—our master.”
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The transford Cassius stood silently atop the mountain, overlooking the advancing Frost Giants and the accompanying terrifying blizzard heading southward.
“You think you’re the only ones who can influence the weather?”
“Frost Giants…”
Cassius murmured.
He revealed the ring on his finger, the Eye of the Storm King, which he had grown increasingly adept at wielding, now glowing with a breathtaking light.
It was a spell reaching the eighth tier of the Magic Web—
Weather Control
With intense mana fluctuations, the climate within a span of several kiloters underwent dramatic changes.
Temperatures rose significantly, ground moisture rapidly evaporated, the air turned hot and moist, and vast clouds of steam ascended.
This surging warm current collided with the cold wind pushing southward, triggering an imminent fierce reaction.
“Whoosh—”
With a rush of sound, a vast band of mist stretching over a thousand ters ford at the junction, snowflakes and hail soared instantly lting into billowing steam, and heavy warm winds thwarted the invasion of the blizzard.
The two contrasting forces clashed, countered, and eroded each other, stabilizing the surrounding temperature to normal, creating an area filled with puddles and shrouded in mist.
Before the armies clashed, a spell war had already begun.
Cassius squinted his eyes, controlling the Eye of the Storm King with his will, combating the northern blizzard.
“The quality of this spell is indeed high, weather control can’t completely take over.”
“The Everfrost Tribe’s spellcasters are quite formidable.”
“Seems like it’s impossible to wield a natural disaster like in the Triel Conference.”
Even Cassius was astonished by the resilience of the blizzard, the power of the Everfrost Rune being on par with his Eighth Tier Spell.
In the snowstorm, the Frost Giant Sacrificers wore grave expressions, encountering such a situation for the first ti, feeling sowhat bewildered.
“In the na of Soleim.”
“The power of Eternal Frost has been… obstructed.”
The Frost Giants’ rapid snow marches usually swept away all before them, rampantly roaming the North.
But for the first ti, these Frost Giants t an equal adversary worthy of their attention.
He felt unprecedented power surging through his dragon body; even if a deity’s incarnation descended, he was confident he could devour it with Chaos Fla—that felt more like boundless ambition.
“Hehehe…”
The Red Dragon bared his fangs in a nacing smile, his wings trembling uncontrollably, seeming to have made a choice.
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