Chapter 44: All Out
Ansair was lying on the altar lazily as he basked in the sun.
Although the sunshine in the Northern Ice Field was not warm, the bright feeling alone made him feel refreshed.
Maybe it's because the Frost Secret Realm does have some kind of miraculous effect. Ansair feels that this ice and snow world is not as frozen as before without that strange feeling.
Osmond was playing Fight the Landlord with Cecil and a Frost Giant priest in front of Ansair.
"Bomb!"
Osmond excitedly threw the last two cards in his hand.
Both Frost Giants threw their cards into the pile, then reached for the wine beside them.
The Frost Giants didn't like to collect gold coins so their bet is that the loser drinks.
Cecil's face was azure blue, obviously because he drank a lot of wine.
Osmond turned his head and patted Ansair's gray granite scales.
"I really misjudged those little dragons before, this game is really interesting."
It was a rare peaceful scene, and Ansair didn't even bother to raise his eyelids.
All the injuries on his body have recovered, and the newly grown scales are wrapped under his yellow Granite Shield.
Regarding the severe beating he received from the Frost Secret Realm, Ansair no longer wanted to pursue the matter, but he had to confirm some things.
"Uncle Osmond, so your body training plan won't be to get beaten everywhere, right?"
He was unwilling to enter a place like the Frost Secret Realm again.
Ansair even had some doubts about whether he was the male protagonist who was always abused in the novel, and why he was either being beaten or on the way to being beaten.
He has always wanted to roam the continent, but because humans are too powerful, he is restricted everywhere, and cannot even maintain his own body on the mainland.
Having been a powerful dragon for so many years, he is no longer used to the 'weak' human body.
Is the author afraid of being criticized by the readers, and not afraid that the novels he writes will not make money?
Ansair shook his head to get rid of these absurd thoughts in his mind.
"Of course not being beaten."
Osmond smiled awkwardly, then said seriously.
"This is breaking through the limit of the body in the crisis of death!"
Seeing Ansair's contemptuous expression, Osmond quickly explained: "You don't believe me? I have read countless biographical novels written by human beings, and they all say this. The protagonist is at a critical juncture, at the moment of life and death, thinking of his companions, relatives, and lovers, and suddenly understanding the mystery of magic/fighting energy, obtains a breakthrough and defeats the enemy."
Biography? Fiction?
Hearing what Osmond said, Ansair felt that Osmond's body training method was too ridiculous.
And he didn't know that this routine was a novel from hundreds of years ago.
Osmond said to him: "After the glacier trial, we will go through the abyss, purgatory, and thunderstorm trials next, and challenge the strong from all sides along the way, and finally gain great strength."
The more Ansair heard the more something was wrong. Doesn't this mean that he would go to various places to look for a beating?
He began to think about how to get rid of his unreliable uncle, and then start a one-stop journey to the mainland.
Ansair sometimes really felt that Osmond was a bit scheming, and deliberately didn't tell him the true situation of the Frost Secret Realm.
But sometimes, he felt that his uncle was a muscular dragon with a brain full of muscles and he even believed in human novels.
However, perhaps it really echoed the saying that the stupid bird flies first. Osmond's strength is not only one of the best among the dragons of the middle-aged generation, but there are not many Legendary Realm powerhouses who can beat him on the mainland.
When Osmond and Ansair were talking about his body training plan, in Ansair's dragon eyes, he saw a dense black spot appear in the distant sky.
"What is that?" Ansair wondered.
After Cecil heard him, he used detection magic to detect what Ansair saw.
His complexion changed suddenly, and he was more than half sober.
"Shit, it's the White Dragon in the Frost Lair that is attacking. Quickly notify the adult Frost Giants and priests in the village to prepare to go out and fight."
The Frost Giant Tribe also has a magic barrier, but with their level and materials, they only guarantee the secrecy of the tribe, and their defense and counterattack capabilities are not strong.
If the White Dragon is allowed to set the battlefield in the Frost Giant Tribe, it will be a devastating blow to the old and weak cubs of the Frost Giants.
"I have to go first. I didn't expect these White Dragons to be so rampant recently!" Cecil gritted his teeth.
"You go, your people need you, we will be there soon," Osmond spoke.
The White Dragons in the Frost Lair came out in full force, and hundreds of White Dragons headed by Frost Wing galloped with all their might.
The Frost Giant warriors in the Frost Giant Tribe were not vegetarians either. When they got the news of the enemy attack, they raised their ice spears and followed Cecil to fight the White Dragons.
Two teams of different races meet on the vast ice field.
"Forst Wing, you robbed my people and sold them to humans before, I haven't settled with you yet, but I didn't expect you to send them to my door!"
Cecil pointed at Frost Wing with an ice spear in his hand.
It was a White Dragon more than 30 meters high and nearly 100 meters long, and its wings were covered with a layer of light blue ice crystals.
Compared to Golden Dragon and Red Dragon, even as an old dragon, the White Dragon's size will not reach forty meters, and it is veritable short.
"Hmph, Cecil, today is not only the day that your Frost Giant Tribe will be exterminated but also the day you die!"
Cecil's figure was reflected in Frost Wing's indifferent icy pupils. In her eyes, Cecil was already dead.
After all, Arnold was only a gold-rank fighter, and only one out of 10,000 gold-rank fighters can successfully advance to the Legendary Realm.
He didn't understand the reason why the Legendary Realm beings were so powerful, and he greatly underestimated the value of the Forbidden Scroll.
As the darling of ice, Cecil originally had the power to crush ordinary creatures by virtue of the endless magic power of ice and snow on the ice field.
But this scroll can deprive him of his magic power, making him unable to even use the most basic domain abilities of a Legendary Realm powerhouse, and can only fight back with his body.
A quarter of an hour is enough for Frost Wing to kill him several times.
Arnold just wanted to get hundreds of Frost Giants to refine medicines, but Frost Wing wanted to kill Cecil and destroy the Frost Giant Tribe.
They are both overlords of the Northern Ice Field, but they also regard each other as enemies. How can a person who lies on a couch, allow others to sleep with them peacefully?
Frost Wing can just rely on this magic scroll to get rid of her serious troubles, and many captured Frost Giants could also be sold for a lot of treasure.
"Cecil, die!"
Frost Wing opened her mouth and breathed out a dragon's breath toward Cecil.
Cecil used magic to summon a huge ice shield to block the attack and protect the Frost Giants around him.
"If you want to fight, fight!"
After shielding himself, Cecil flew into the sky to fight Frost Wing.
On the ground, the battle between hundreds of White Dragons and thousands of Frost Giants is approaching.