??Chapter 237: Chapter 236: The Shadowfla Dragon is Coming
Chapter 237: Chapter 236: The Shadowfla Dragon is Coming
Snow Demon Legion, pitch-black night.
In mounds of snow piling up like swollen lumps, dozens of Snow Ghosts huddled together, buried in the snow, drawing power.
A force was stealthily extracted from the earth, while another drifted from afar.
The distant power emanated from the Snow Giant Da, dispersing into the air, blending with the ice and snow, ultimately acting as a dium, transforming the power that the Snow Ghosts stole from the earth into special Ice Pellate force.
Each mound of snow was akin to a pus-filled sore sprouting on the surface of the earth.
Outside the snow mounds, there were so broken Snow Ghosts picking limbs from chunks of corpses on the ground, attaching them to their own bodies.
These limbs varied in how much they were mutilated and also in their origins, haphazardly cobbled together to make the Snow Ghosts look rather ridiculous, yet the power of the Ice Pellets was healing their wounds, eerily rging the mismatched body parts into a whole.
The teeth slowly sharpened; the power of Snow Ghosts slowly revived and grew stronger.
Even a few Snow Ghosts suddenly swelled up within their snow abodes, turning into large Snow Ghosts with green faces and sharp, nacing teeth.
At this mont.
A Snow Ghost seed to reach a critical point of power and let out a painful, deep roar; its teeth started to elongate, and its nails began to grow wildly.
But the good tis did not last, and abruptly, the Snow Ghosts around it disappeared one by one.
Then the evolving power was interrupted, and in a dazed state, it felt its body growing fragile, and when it looked down at itself, within the pitch-black snow mound, its body crumbled into powder like rotting wood.
Boom, the snow mound collapsed, the sound particularly clear in the night.
However, the bewildered Snow Ghosts wandering nearby rely turned their heads to look and continued their confused gait, pacing in the snowfield.
Just like that.
In the silent night, one snow mound after another collapsed, countless Snow Ghosts, Ghost Beasts, and large Snow Ghosts quietly vanished.
A pity no Snow Ghost understood why this happened, no Snow Demon noticed, and as for the Snow Giant Da, he was tens of kiloters away still, equally oblivious of the happenings on the edge of the Snow Demon Legion.
After a long ti, vast swaths of snow mounds fell.
At this ti, it seed a Snow Demon sensed sothing amiss, waving its ice crystal weapon wildly at the surrounding air, even letting out booming roars that alard more Snow Ghosts and Snow Demons.
But soon, its roaring grew weaker, its body was covered in cracks, and the ice crystal weapon it swung showed nurous fractures.
Finally.
With a swish, its body completely shattered, breaking into a pile of dark blue ice fragnts.
And from then on, this snowfield truly fell silent, no more collapsing snow mounds, no more roars of Snow Demons.
…
“Huff, had a good feast today, eh?”
“Ga…”
In the Gloomy Dreamland, after swallowing an Ice Soul Pearl from a Snow Demon, the Little Dream Dragon finally could not hold on anymore and logged out at the speed of light.
Consciousness turned into darkness, and when it lit up again, it was already early the next morning.
“Huff, huff.” Lord Russell got out of bed, arched his back, and felt good, recalling the feast he had last night in the Gloomy Dreamland, which left his body feeling entirely comfortable.
The Little Dream Dragon did not know how many Ice Pellet Pearls it had consud, and at the end, it had even stuffed in an Ice Soul Pearl – it could be said that this night was purely profitable.
“Russell!” Just as Russell finished breakfast, he heard soone calling him.
“l, what brings you here?” Russell asked, “Have you had breakfast?””I’m leaving.” Cousin l’s mood was sowhat downcast, “Grandfather is accompanying the Grand Duke and the Shadowfla Dragon is on their way here. Father told
to leave now and return to Tributary River Town to guard our lands.”
“Really, the Shadowfla Dragon, the Grand Duke, and grandfather are all coming?” Russell was surprised but then thought it was about ti for their arrival, “Then you should head back, have a safe journey.”
“Sigh.”
“What’s wrong, why the sigh?”
“I didn’t get to see Snow Giant Da,” l said dejectedly. “If you win this battle, I fear I’ll never have the chance to et Snow Giant Da… For a knight, that’s a disgrace.”
Russell could only offer comfort: “You might not see a living Snow Giant Da, but you can see a dead Snow Giant Da… Oh, I almost forgot, Snow Demons and Snow Ghosts quickly decay after death, leaving no corpses behind.”
“Alas!” l heaved a deep sigh.
It took a while before he cheered up: “I must go now, Russell, my good brother, take a good look at Snow Giant Da for , and don’t forget to tell
all about the stories on the battlefield after the triumph… Also, you must take care of yourself.”
“I know.”
“Don’t look back when it’s ti to run, don’t see it as a disgrace. Both your big brother and I have run away, there’s no reason you can’t.”
“Alright.” Russell and l hugged each other.
Then he watched as Cousin l rode away on the Iron Winged Grey Crane Mora, disappearing into the sky.
After the sun rose, the Knight Regint advanced again towards the snowfield, continuing to slaughter the Snow Demon Legion.
Fighting hard till the afternoon and into the evening, Russell couldn’t enter the Gloomy Dreamland again, not just because the Little Dream Dragon needed to digest the Ice Soul Pearl, but more importantly, the Shadowfla Dragon was approaching, and the M-shaped mark in his palm was now concealed.
“It’s coming…”
The following morning, January 22nd, Dragon Calendar year 5582.
That day, the Knight Regint didn’t continue their extermination campaign but rested in the caves, waiting for the arrival of the most noble existence in the entire Grand Duchy of Shadowfla.
“Sir, have you ever seen a Shadowfla Dragon?” Knight Attendant Tom, leaning against the ice wall, asked curiously.
Russell was also squatting on the ground, shaking his water bottle to prevent the water inside from freezing, and shook his head in response: “No.”
“Wonder how big a Shadowfla Dragon is, they say it’s a thousand ters long!” Knight Attendant Jas exaggerated.
“How could that be, a hundred ters is more like it.” Soone objected.
Russell raised his hand to stop the discussion: “Enough, change the subject. The dragon is getting closer; calling its na will draw its attention. Any offence could bring disaster down upon you.”
“Yes, sir.”
Just then, Knight Commander Kendall rode over: “Lord Russell, Sir, you and Lord Eric are summoned to the commander’s tent for a eting.”
“Okay.”
Russell mounted Unicorn Polly and went with Eric to the commander’s tent.
Upon arriving, he saw Mr. Ross outside the tent, looking sowhat restless, occasionally shooting flas out of his nostrils.
Baron Roman was calming him: “Calm down, Mr. Ross, there’s no need to be nervous about the arrival of His Highness Shadowfla. You’ve seen His Highness before, haven’t you.”
Huff-puff, huff-puff…
The vertical pupils of Mr. Ross flickered with a cold light, pondering sothing.
Seeing Russell arrive, he didn’t even react, and from the rising scales on his back, one could feel his tension at the mont.
“Father.” Russell approached.
“His Highness Shadowfla will be here soon, the Duke and your grandfather are coming too,” Baron Roman nodded gently. “Go change into your clothes, prepare, and join
at the command tent to welco His Highness Shadowfla and the Duke.”
“I don’t need to change. This is the best attire I brought.” Russell flicked his black cloak.
Underneath the cloak was a full suit of dark gold ceramic armor.
“Okay then, it’s not very ceremonious, but at least you look dashing.” Although Baron Roman usually boasted that the “way of the Fluorescent Fungi Family is to keep a low profile,” he had to admit, Russell’s deanor outshone most knights.
Not only did he possess a handso appearance and a tall stature, but he also had an extrely impressive Unicorn Polly as his mount.
Anyone who saw him had to complint his dashing looks!
After a satisfied glance at his younger son, Baron Roman mounted the Nightmare Specter Horse and with a grand wave of his hand declared, “Gentlen, follow
to welco His Highness Shadowfla and Duke!”
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