Ashen Dragon

Stormy Ridge, north of the Triel Throat.

This region, once ravaged by fiery flames, was now met with endless cold winds.

"In the name of Soleim..."

"You are the ancestor of all Frost Giants, grant our enemies eternal slumber..."

"The blizzard is your roaring breath, transform into the cold and fight alongside us, let the enemies fall into eternal shivers!"

The Frost Giant Sacrificers chanted ancient incantations in unison, and the mysterious runes covering their bodies lit up.

Eternal Frost Descends

In the sky, clusters of frigid mist surged and roiled, spreading and sweeping across the once serene land to create a terrifying blizzard.

This was the power of Eternal Frost passed down through generations of the Frost Giant tribe, even without the aid of relics. If they possessed the Eternal Frost Horn, the blizzard would become even more dreadful, possibly engulfing the entire Stormy Ridge.

The blizzard advanced rapidly southward, with hundreds of Frost Giants marching swiftly within it, wind howls mingling with war cries and rugged chants.

"We are the biting frost, the roiling ice mist."

"The fierce cold wind, the icy resentful spirits, the eternal howl."

"Humans tremble before us, even giant dragons bow to the cold wind."

"We come from ancient times, following the glory of the past, letting the white storm sweep across the land once more."

"We are—the Endless Frost Calamity!"

The Clan Leader of the Everfrost Tribe, Frost Giant Warrior Kasa Everfrost, donned menacing armor crafted from White Dragon Scales and smeared his face with war-symbolizing black paint. Mounted on the mightiest Dragon Tundra, he raised a heavy double-bladed axe with one arm.

"For the Everfrost Tribe!"

"Reclaim the relic, rekindle the ancestral glory!"

Sunlight was nearly obscured, the wasteland roughly painted frost-white by their advance, and in the snow-blurred horizon, the giant's army moved south like a towering ice wall.

This catastrophic scene made the earth tremble and all beings in the wasteland shiver.

The howling wind proclaimed to the beings of Anzeta—

Frost Calamity had descended!

...

Outside the Triel Throat.

The Ashen Kingdom's army stood prepared.

Ogre Heavy Armor Soldiers clutched their giant shields tightly, Goblin Infantry held spears in formation, and bipedal wyverns flapped their wings densely at low altitude. The Dragon Tundras, serving as war fortresses, snorted heavily.

"Damn it..."

"These blasted things again."

Staring at the invading blizzard, a dragon vein goblin, who feared the cold, spat in disdain, seemingly recalling some unpleasant past.

This was the first time the Ashen Kingdom's army had encountered such formidable foes. Compared to the frost giant army arriving with cold winds, the human forces in the Triel Conference seemed insignificant.

Yet this also fueled their fervor to face strong adversaries—that was the battle lust granted by their flowing Red Dragon bloodline.

Ramp gazed at the approaching blizzard, a grave expression on his face.

"Such a quality spell..."

"The casting method isn't arcane; it seems more like divine art, almost at the ninth tier level. Quite a troublesome opponent."

The Ogre Archmage assessed.

But confronted with this terrifying sight, Ramp showed no fear and adjusted his gold-framed glasses calmly, analyzing meticulously.

Dolores, waiting impatiently on the side, said to him: "Ramp, do you have the means to deal with this so-called Frost Calamity?

"Just glaring at it won't calm the blizzard."

Ramp glanced sideways at him, his tone still indifferent and slightly sarcastic:

"Pointless hurrying doesn't solve anything."

"Captain Dolores, are you scared, after almost being killed by a human with a hint of Frost Giant blood?"

Dolores gritted his teeth in anger, exhaling smoke. That incident had brought him much shame, and Ramp's untimely reminder intensified his fury.

"Ramp, I warn you! Do not disrupt military morale!"

"I merely respond truthfully."

Ramp curled his mouth, a sinister smile appearing on his ugly face.

"I don't have the sole ability to resolve a spell of this caliber, but we have our trump card—our master."

...

The transformed Cassius stood silently atop the mountain, overlooking the advancing Frost Giants and the accompanying terrifying blizzard heading southward.

"You think you're the only ones who can influence the weather?"

"Frost Giants..."

Cassius murmured.

He revealed the ring on his finger, the Eye of the Storm King, which he had grown increasingly adept at wielding, now glowing with a breathtaking light.

It was a spell reaching the eighth tier of the Magic Web—

Weather Control

With intense mana fluctuations, the climate within a span of several kilometers underwent dramatic changes.

Temperatures rose significantly, ground moisture rapidly evaporated, the air turned hot and moist, and vast clouds of steam ascended.

This surging warm current collided with the cold wind pushing southward, triggering an imminent fierce reaction.

"Whoosh—"

With a rush of sound, a vast band of mist stretching over a thousand meters formed at the junction, snowflakes and hail soared instantly melting into billowing steam, and heavy warm winds thwarted the invasion of the blizzard.

The two contrasting forces clashed, countered, and eroded each other, stabilizing the surrounding temperature to normal, creating an area filled with puddles and shrouded in mist.

Before the armies clashed, a spell war had already begun.

Cassius squinted his eyes, controlling the Eye of the Storm King with his will, combating the northern blizzard.

"The quality of this spell is indeed high, weather control can't completely take over."

"The Everfrost Tribe's spellcasters are quite formidable."

"Seems like it's impossible to wield a natural disaster like in the Triel Conference."

Even Cassius was astonished by the resilience of the blizzard, the power of the Everfrost Rune being on par with his Eighth Tier Spell.

In the snowstorm, the Frost Giant Sacrificers wore grave expressions, encountering such a situation for the first time, feeling somewhat bewildered.

"In the name of Soleim."

"The power of Eternal Frost has been... obstructed."

The Frost Giants' rapid snow marches usually swept away all before them, rampantly roaming the North.

But for the first time, these Frost Giants met an equal adversary worthy of their attention.

In the "Observation Group" at the rear of the Ashen Camp, Trischka noticed the changing weather nearby, observing the confrontation between the blizzard and the warm winds in the distance, feeling a sense of incredulity.

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"Neither Frost Giants nor Red Dragons should be here."

Trischka thought privately.