Capítulo 895: Chapter 447_3
Ronan comprehended Andre’s deep concerns, perhaps Andre had already foreseen what the ultimate fate of Hansglass, this weak kingdom of mixed-blood tribes, would be if things continued this way.
The “Fire Dragon,” racing through, finally encountered their “enemy” a dozen kiloters after leaving the tribe—a white-robed figure approaching against the cold wind, faintly glowing all over.
At this mont, the King of Barbarian Spirits, who had been seated on the throne, suddenly stood up, and a massive black warhamr seed to appear in his hand out of thin air.
Following closely, the ground beneath everyone’s feet trembled violently, and with the sound of ice breaking, a massive tundra lizard with black scales all over its body suddenly burst out from beneath the snow.
“Boom!”
“Nga!”
The King of Barbarian Spirits leapt into the air, quickly mounted the lizard’s back, the two rged as one, like a sudden black tornado rising from the ground, rapidly charging toward the white-robed wizard.
The latter reacted quickly, raising his hand in an instant, and the resonance of the spell arose, layers upon layers of glaciers rose swiftly from the snowy ground like overlapping wings.
But in the next second, they were shattered by the warhamr in the hands of the King of Barbarian Spirits, breaking through effortlessly and closing in on the white-robed wizard. With a “thud,” the warhamr fell, like black thunder striking down….
The battle erupted in an instant, yet it thoroughly ignited the blood and nerves of the barbarians. The shouting was deafening, and the aftermath of the battle lifted the hard snow and ice like fragile paper sheets. Still, they fearlessly and fanatically edged forward, cheering and celebrating for their king.
“Dawn…”
Ronan’s eyes shone with peculiar light.
He realized he had underestimated the strength of this so-called King of Barbarian Spirits.
The power he unleashed surprisingly reached the level of a Dawn Wizard, and the white-robed wizard using ice magic fighting him was a Level 4 Dawn.
His strength seed entirely from the heavy armor he wore and the black warhamr in his hand.
Both possessed quite magical effects. During the battle, the power continued to escalate, propelling the King of Barbarian Spirits’ strength toward Level 5.
This effect reminded Ronan of the effect of the “Abyss Demon ‘Cowardice Set'” created by ancient wizards he had seen before, as if it could absorb so emotional fluctuations and continuously transform into its own strength.
The difference was.
The “Abyss Demon Set” absorbed the opponent’s emotions, while the King of Barbarian Spirits’ set drew its power from—the barbarians and elves roaring on the edge of the battlefield!
“Crack—”
As the King of Barbarian Spirits’ power soared to Level 5, the white-robed wizard was finally overwheld, and the spell protection around him shattered.
Sothing seed to break on him, abruptly releasing intense cold that instantly froze the King of Barbarian Spirits. He then rapidly retreated as several barbarians with blood-red eyes and extre excitent braved themselves to give chase.
Ronan, however, seed to sense that the retreating ice-magic white-robed wizard gave him a deep look in his direction before leaving.
“Boom!”
The ice magic left behind by the white-robed wizard was freed by the King of Barbarian Spirits in just a few monts.
He broke through the ice and erged, his majestic body and the courageous tundra lizard under him enveloped in cold mist, exuding a chilly and strong aura that demanded respect.
Everyone boiled with excitent, shouting the na of the King of Barbarian Spirits in fanatical fervor.
The King of Barbarian Spirits slowly raised the warhamr in his hand, the black cloak flapping in the cold wind, as if he intended to say sothing.
At that mont, a dazzling white light blossod from the direction the white-robed wizard had retreated, spreading at an incredible speed, instantly dispelling the night and making the world seem to enter daylight…
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