Chapter 189: Chapter 115 Battle of cier’s Demise (II)


    Sunlight pierced through the clouds, the cold wind whimpering.


    The cier, covered in frost and snow, shimmered with a piercing light.


    This was the Vaar cier, known as the “Icebound Forbidden Land” to the world, the area where the Frost Giants had survived for millennia, guarding it generation after generation for the Everfrost Tribe.


    The Frost Giants built crude fortresses on the Vaar cier, carving out the icy mountains.


    They were cruel, destructive plunderers who tamed the massive Dragon Tundras, Hundred-legged Beasts, and Frost Bugs. In the peak moments of the Everfrost Tribe thousands of years ago, they even tamed a White Dragon, using these genuine evil dragons to guard their fortifications.


    But today, the Everfrost Tribe was about to face its most terrifying disaster.


    All the young warriors of the tribe picked up their weapons, standing ready.


    Some Frost Giant warriors even trembled with nervousness, the expectations of countless ancestors weighing on their shoulders. This would be the battle of life and death to decide the survival of their tribe.


    “It will seed.”


    “Chieftain Kasa has already fought it; that Red Dragon couldn’t possibly be unharmed.”


    “That Red Dragon must be severely injured.”


    “We have nearly a hundred Frost Giant warriors here!”


    The young Frost Giants encouraged each other. Having seen that magic image, they understood the peril of this battle but still hoped for a miracle to ur.


    Nur stood at the highest point of the cier, his eyes slightly squinted, a tranquil expression on his face, feeling the rush of the wind, almost as if he were about to fall into a deep sleep.


    Suddenly, the Frost Giant Sacrificer opened his eyes, a sharp gleam emerging from his cloudy blue pupils.


    “The time hase.”


    “He… ising.”


    Nearby, the young and robust Frost Giant warrior, who was serving him, quickly swung a bone rod, beating the war drum, shouting loudly:


    “Warriors of the Everfrost Tribe! Be ready!”


    “The giant dragon ising, and we must y it!”


    Hearing his words, with the thumping of drums, the Frost Giant warriors collectively looked towards the sky, praying to spot the Red Dragon’s trail in advance.


    However, they did not know that Cassius never traveled in such inefficient ways.


    — He preferred spells.


    “Look quickly!”


    “What is that?”


    The rmed cries of the Frost Giants rang out.


    Waves of ripples emerged in the space before the cier, gradually distorting, deforming, and folding. The me portal, incongruous with the surrounding cold air, slowly opened on the vast cier, causing white mist to rise in swathes nearby.


    First, a hideous head poked out, followed by a strong body, and finally, a long tail tip.


    The Red Dragon had finally descended upon the Vaar cier.


    “The coordinates you provided were very urate.”


    Cassius surveyed the assembled Frost Giants around him, armed with a variety of weapons, finally locking his gaze on the elderly Frost Giant Sacrificer.


    Nur spoke in a hoarse voice:


    “You have finallye, destined scourge.”


    “Oh?”


    “Old Frost Giant, you know me?”


    A gleam of interest shone in the golden pupils of the Red Dragon.


    Nur tried to keep his tone calm, speaking in a low voice: “Of course I know you; this is the trial given to us by Soleim, the great Father of the Frost Giants.”


    He looked towards the Red Dragon, a determined gleam in his eyes.


    “This is also an indispensable part of restoring the glory of the Frost Giants and reviving the splendor of the Everfrost Tribe.”


    Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope rekindled in the eyes of the Frost Giant warriors. As guardians of the Holy Land, most were devout followers of Soleim. Their gaze towards the Red Dragon was filled with hatred and battle spirit. Upon hearing the Red Dragon referred to as a “Deity’s trial,” they felt even more invigorated.


    Cassius’s gaze abruptly turned cold.


    “Did your so-called deity tell you—”


    “That the Everfrost Tribe is about to be annihted?”


    The Red Dragon spread his wings, soaring nearly a hundred meters high.


    Koh, the leader of the Frost Giant warriors, also raised his weapon, shouting loudly: “Fight! This reptile won’t scare the warriors of Everfrost!”


    “Lord Soleim is watching us. The survival of the Everfrost Tribe throughout millenniaes down to this moment!”


    The long horn sounded.


    The Frost Giants constantly hurled spears, stones, and even ice cones at the Red Dragon in the sky.@@novelbin@@


    Elite archers also drew their nearly five-meter-long beast bone giant bows, shooting giant arrows as thick as a bowl, aiming straight for the Red Dragon’s heart.


    For millennia, the Frost Giants living on the Vaar cier had hunted countless White Dragons in this manner. However, these attacks had no effect on Cassius. Layers of shields, glowing with spell radiance, easily deflected the attacks.


    Cassius looked down at them condescendingly, mocking ruthlessly.


    “Is this your resistance?”


    “Such a joke—”


    The Red Dragon spewed out a torrent of mes from his mouth. Wherever his breath reached, it turned into purgatory. Ice and snow rapidly melted under the high temperature, and rolling white fog enveloped the cier.


    Frost Giant hunters blew bone whistles.


    A sharp sound arose.


    The cier rumbled, shaking off fragments of ice shards.


    A massive beast, resembling a centipede, burst out from beneath the ice and snow amidst the steaming fog, its body covered in frost, while purgatory me surged within. Wing-like fins spread out behind its head, and serrated fangs wiggled along its giant maw.


    Cassius nced at it, his expression unchanged.


    “Hundred-legged Beast…”


    It was the Hundred-legged Beast, one of the most terrifying hunters in the pr regions. Their bodies housed magic organs generating heat like a furnace to withstand the cold, possessing dual resistance to both ice and fire.


    Frost Giant hunters searched for their eggs in the frigid wastnds, taming them fromrvae to adult, using them to guard their icy fortresses.


    And now, they were finally put to use.


    The ground shook violently, like an earthquake. Several huge cracks appeared on the ice surface. As many as eleven Hundred-legged Beasts broke through the ice, attacking the Red Dragon, rising like giant pirs in a spectacr scene.


    “So, this is yourst resort?”


    “Just a dozen bugs?”


    Cassius’s tone was indifferent as he suddenly pped his wings.


    The air crackled continuously with a fierce sound as blinding lightning surrounded him, striking the reckless Hundred-legged Beasts charging at him. That was the Remnant of the Storm!


    The Red Dragon swung his sharp ws. Instantly, a shing w-shaped force field appeared midair not far away, slicing several Hundred-legged Beasts in half with a single strike.


    In an instant, most of the Hundred-legged Beasts, which the Frost Giants had painstakingly nurtured with immense resources, were decimated. The remaining ones, too, hurriedly tunneled back into the cier, not daring to show themselves recklessly again.


    The Frost Giants continued their assault, but Cassius’s speed was just too fast. Flying in the air, most stones, spears, and even arrows missed their mark. Even those that did hit couldn’t prate theyers of defense.


    This remained a highly unequal battle. They were helpless on the ground, while the Red Dragon could breathe fire, scorching the Frost Giants, making them wail in agony.