OBS Chapter 119: Chasers on the Icefield
Chapter 119: Chasers on the Icefield
On the frozen plains, a group of frost giants temporarily built a tent and gathered together to enjoy their hard-earned rest time.
Although the place is still filled with the coldness they like, the sleepless journey for several days has left these frost giants in a very worrying state.
After losing three white dragons that were exploring the way, the Frostbeard Clan finally passed through the pit corridor safely.
Worried that his descendants would not survive the Gray Forest, Alduin ordered his people to rest where they were and get a good night's sleep before continuing on their journey.
He was watching his hybrid grandson making a fire and roasting meat beside the tent, preparing to take a large piece when he was least prepared, when suddenly a sharp horn sounded behind Alduin.
The disheveled old Frost Giant gave up the idea of stealing food, turned around, and saw several Frost Giants holding weapons and standing guard in the direction of the pit corridor.
【Onseth, what is that? 】
A miniature ice elemental about a foot tall poked its head out from Alduin's armor. It was the clone of the giant ice elemental in the Spine of the World Mountains.
Ever since the two old friends had their chat, Onseth separated a part of his body as his soul connector and hid in Alduin's frost armor.
Obviously, he also planned to follow the frost giant down the mountain to take a look.
The miniature ice element in front of him shook his head for a long time.
Although his size has become smaller, he maintains the same frequency connection with the main core at all times, so as long as he does not leave the northern border, he can have the same soul perception ability as Da Wengses.
[Half-dragon, a half-dragon who emerged from a plane crack. ]
[What a trouble! First there was that group of low-IQ wild giants, and now here comes this alien species that bites everyone it sees...]
Alduin pulled Hega over, and his granddaughter was now the strongest fighting force among the remaining people of the Frostbeard clan.
"Let everyone pick up their weapons and form a defensive formation. This thing coming over here is not easy to deal with...
That's right, Paul! Paul!
Never mind your dark roasted venison.
Turn into another dragon and spit some saliva!"
【Old friend, don’t be impatient. 】
[No rush? If I use a little strength now, those guys in the Star Realm will immediately notice it.
You want me, a group of young boys who have not yet grown up, to deal with a half-dragon who may be more powerful than a group of wild giants?
Wences, you are a fool with nothing but ice in your brain...】
Alduin began to curse in his mind.
Firstly, there was no need to be polite in front of this old fellow with whom he had been dealing for tens of thousands of years;
Secondly, the current situation is indeed very critical.
Although the Frost Giants did not participate in the war twelve years ago, at the foot of the Spine of the World,
Less than a hundred half-dragons faced a coalition of nearly ten thousand humans and elves, but after fighting for several months, there was still no winner.
Alduin would not be naive enough to think that the dozen or so little guys under Frostbeard would be a match for this war machine.
[Old friend... There is no intention to attack in the other party's soul... At least not now...]
【oh? 】
As Hega shouted, several taller adult frost giants formed a circle, holding oversized spears in their hands and pointing the tips of the spears outwards.
This weapon, condensed from the frost giants' innate magic, reflects a dazzling light in the sunlight.
Several underage, thin frost giants were protected in the middle of the team.
A figure slightly taller than Bor but not too tall compared to the Frost Giants slowly appeared in Alduin's sight.
He had a large lizard-like head, and a dragon-shaped mouth that looked not much different from the white dragon he was holding;
He has a stout body, well-proportioned muscles, and his calf joints are bent in the opposite direction, exactly like the leg joints of a dragon.
In addition, there is a pair of wings growing on its back, but the short wings should not be able to support this sturdy creature to fly off the ground.
But Alduin knew very well that the terrifying thing about half-dragons was never their physical strength, but their strange magic that was different from this world.
The half-dragon approached the frost giants' defense circle, paying no attention to the sharp ice spears.
His cold-blooded vertical pupils stared at Alduin, causing the old monster who was suppressing him at this moment to almost lose his temper and almost burst out of his own power.
"Frost Giant Leader, I am not here to fight."
This hideous creature spoke to Alduin in the Common Tongue, which he was not very proficient in.
"Half-dragon, the Frost Giant clan has withdrawn from the Spine of the World. Now your Wild Giant allies are the only ones left in the Far North!"
That's right, Alduin knew very well that the wild giants who attacked and harassed the Frostbeard clan were instigated by this group of alien species.
"We don't care who owns the Spine of the World, that's not what we want.
Alduin, just like I did twelve years ago, I need to ask you again:
The old gods of this plane are doomed to perish, and our dragon god will unify the astral plane;
The Frost Giants want to join the Dragon God's faith and survive as a clan.
Or do I want to be crushed into ashes by the Dragon God's army?
You do not have to answer my question now, Alduin. You will have plenty of time to consider this question before the Aspect instructs us to attack.
But don't forget, your god has gone mad."
Alduin made no reply.
Although he really wanted to shout at these alien species' daydreaming like he did twelve years ago.
But Frostbeard now does not have the ability to go to war with the half-dragons.
Even if he burst out with all his strength and killed this annoying guy, the counterattack from the half-dragon would only be even stronger.
Besides, that would attract new enemies.
The half-dragon didn't seem to expect Alduin's answer. He looked at the group of migrating frost giants.
Suddenly, he stretched out a finger, and a dark red light hit the last white dragon that Alduin was holding.
As if being cut by a sharp blade, the beast-like white dragon didn't even have time to make a sound before its head was neatly split into two halves, and warm dragon blood spilled all over the ground.
"The dragons in your plane live a really dirty life."
After saying this, as if he was disgusted with the still twitching white dragon corpse, more dark red light flew out from the half-dragon man's fingertips, quickly cutting the corpse into pieces.
This method of using magic, which has never appeared in the main material world, was demonstrated vividly by this alien species.
But it seems that his operation is not so skillful.
The length of a red line was not controlled well, and after passing through the white dragon's flesh, it stretched to a sled in the team.
"not good!"
Boll rushed out from the other side, trying to push the weight off the sled before the red line.
However, the aftereffects of the priest's transformation have not completely subsided, and his physical strength is not sufficient now.
The deadly rays of light cut off the tarpaulin covering the roof of the sled, and shredded the objects inside.
Boll, who was already unable to use any strength, collapsed to the ground.
On the sled was the sleeping Ivan.