Chapter 188: Chapter 114 Battle of cier’s Demise (1)


    “By Soleim above…”


    “They didn’t even get close, just—”


    “How can we possibly defeat such an enemy.”


    As the wastnd turned into a Purgatory overflowing with magma, the remaining hundred Frost Giants all looked terrified, fearing to be spotted by this terrible Red Dragon.


    The Ogre Heavy Armor Soldiers surrounded them, enclosing the Frost Giantspletely. Three or four Ogres struggled to tightly bind the Frost Giants with ropes as thick as a human wrist, eventually transporting them to the South.


    “These Frost Giants will be useful expendables of the Empire.”


    “They are not allowed to have offspring, not allowed to have faith, and will be kept in dark dungeons during idle times.”


    “We will use them to build city walls, fortify defenses, reduced to the victims of hardbor and whipping, and their blood—will all be my property.”


    Cassius’s eyes sparkled.


    Towards these beings who called themselves the Frost Cmity and caused countless bloodsheds, Cassius felt nopassion. He didn’t even feel morally guilty for striking them down, he was solely focused on squeezing out all their value.


    “Yes, as you will.”


    Ramp spoke with exhration.


    He, too, had little sympathy for these close kin, more so excited as a Mage to study this “Eternal Frost Power.”


    Dolores reported on the side:


    “Master, I have inquired thoroughly about the situation at the Vaar cier. Those Giants were quite easy to make talk.”


    “Apart from the 300 Frost Giant warriors invading the South, there are about a hundred elderly and weak ones, as well as dozens of warriors stationed there. During their leave, it’s the High Priest of the Everfrost Tribe, the oldest Elder, Nur Everfrost, who handles the various matters.”


    “The High Priest huh…”


    “I see.”


    Cassius said calmly.


    If he wanted to destroy the Everfrost Tribe, he had to eliminate this so-called sacrificial priest, shattering their faith.


    Since they had already provoked Soleim, arousing the enmity of that slumbering deity, why not go further and ughter what’s left of this deity’s believers in Anzeta, transforming the entire tribe into the Empire’s ves, leaving him with no faith to speak of.


    After the fall of the Giant Empire, the traces of Giants walking upon the earth grew increasingly rare. The Storm Giants and Cloud Giants mostly left the Prime Material ne, serving other Lawful deities, Heavenly Creatures, or even benevolent Metal Dragons, while robber races like the Frost Giants vanished through sessive wars, eventually driven to the Northern edge of the world.


    “Give me their location, I will bring them…a disaster they will never forget.”


    “As you will.”


    …


    Vaar cier.


    Inside the massive, crude ice fortress of the Frost Giants.


    “It’s over, everything will be over.”


    “My prophecy wasn’t wrong. The destined Scourge ising, he’s about to destroy everything, enve my tribe…”


    Nur put down the Ice Orb of True Knowledge in his hand, trembling as he stood. The warriors on both sides hurried to assist but were pushed away by the aged sacrificer.


    He mumbled to himself as if in a sudden frenzy.


    “No, no, maybe there is still a chance.”


    “Quickly, call all the young warriors of the tribe here.”


    The few Frost Giant warriors were puzzled by Nur’s panic but obeyed hismand, summoning the young warriors.


    Dozens of Frost Giant warriors gathered beneath the great cier.


    “What’s wrong with Elder Nur?”


    “Why summon us?”


    “Chieftain Kasa hasn’t returned yet, it’s only been a few days, the sacred southern expedition is still ongoing.”


    The young and exuberant Frost Giant warriors were confused, whispering among themselves until the frail and weathered Elder Nur appeared.


    “Kasa’s campaign is over. They encountered the destined Scourge and…the entire army was annihted.”


    His words were low and hoarse, yet particrly clear.


    These words set off a storm among the Frost Giants, unable to suppress their excitement.


    Although they were left at Vaar cier as totem warriors defending the Holy Land, they yearned for southern raids, believing Kasa would make southern humans tremble with fear.


    But in merely a few days, 300 Frost Giant warriors, all annihted?


    This was not just inconceivable, it outright defied the Everfrost Tribe’s centuries-old norms!@@novelbin@@


    “Elder Nur, your spell must have gone awry!”


    “Gone awry? You’re insane!”


    “Kasa could wrestle Dragons bare-handed. With his strength, it’s impossible for a bunch of humans to defeat him!”


    “Elder Nur, we are the Frost Cmity!”


    The elderly Frost Giant sacrificer sighed helplessly, sorrow apparent in his eyes.


    He, too, once believed the “destined Scourge” of the prophecy referred to themselves, that the Frost Giants would sweep away everything in the North like a cmity, rebuilding their nation through brutality. But now it seemed they were merely victims of the cmity.


    Nur’s right hand trembled as he used his wooden staff to draw a small circle on the ice surface. A cold wind blew in—immediately, a terrifying Red Dragon appeared in the reflection, with dozens of Frost Giants struggling inva beneath it. The Frost Giants scrambled to extend their hands, in a pitiful state, their flesh about to be melted by the zing magma, revealing stark white bones.


    Nur stopped appropriately, his tone immensely oppressive.


    “Do you…see clearly?”


    The Frost Giants fell silent at once.


    If not for seeing this brutal magic effect firsthand, they would never have guessed that Chieftain Kasa’s army could be cornered and fall to such a fate.


    “We are the Everfrost Tribe’sst line of defense, everyone.”


    “Evacuate all the women and children, this is our fight.”


    “Elder, I…”


    A young Frost Giant wanted to speak but was silenced by Nur’s cold gaze.


    The young Frost Giants’ expressions were repressed, filled with countless questions they could not voice, only obediently following orders, darting about the cier.


    Only Kasa’s young son, Keman Everfrost, was brought over under Nur’smand.


    This Frost Giant was just 30 years old, still in his youthful stage, barely four meters tall, a mere child before Nur.


    But Keman was not innocent, his eyes were already filled with hatred, the Frost Giant’s usual sentiment towards the loss of loved ones.


    “I will kill that Dragon to avenge my father. Elder Nur, let me join this battle! I am Kasa’s son, I am not afraid of death!”


    Nur caressed his head, speaking softly:


    “I, too, am near death…”


    “But you are different. You bear the blood of the Chosen One, you are ourst hope.”


    “Child, escape, go South, go to the Ancytica Mountains, continue our tribe, let the name Everfrost…strike fear again in the future.”


    The aged Frost Giant sacrificer’s hands trembled as he ced a transformation ring, glowing with Aurora, onto Keman’s finger.