Chapter 43: Forbidden Scroll

The blizzard was raging in the white mist of the Frost Secret Realm, Ansair watched the countless huge icicles falling from the sky as he closed his eyes.

He didn't know how long he had been in the Frost Secret Realm, he only knew that the Granite Shield was constantly being refreshed and destroyed.

It is estimated that he has experienced all the ice magics in the Frost Secret Realm.

Boom~

With a loud noise, Ansair's huge body that was ice frozen appeared on the Frost Giant's altar.

Osmond had expected this scene a long time ago and was not worried about Ansair's situation at all.

He spewed out a mouthful of dragon flames to melt the solid ice covering Ansair.

This frost is actually a mystical magic that prolongs life. Everything wrapped in it will be frozen in time. However, its casting conditions are harsh, and it can be easily broken from the outside world.

Ansair woke up from the ice, and in a hazy state, he couldn't help but hit Osmond with his paw when he saw him.

Osmond chuckled and received Ansair's attack lightly.

He gently put Ansair's paw on the ground and laughed loudly: "It's all right now, just sleep for a while if you're sleepy."

Ansair, who was covered in injuries, dragged his exhausted body to sleep on the altar.

The effect of the ice healing magic has not completely disappeared, and his injury is rapidly healing.

"Is it okay for him to just sleep on your altar like this?" Osmond asked, the altar is a place to worship the gods, and some tribes will regard it as more important than the survival of the tribe.

Although he also fell into a deep sleep as soon as he came out, his size was not as large as Ansair, who directly occupied the entire altar to the brim.

"It's okay, the goddess of wind and snow has been dead for a thousand years, this altar is almost useless except to open the Frost Secret Realm. With all those sacrificial meat, it is better to feed the children in the clan."

Cecil smiled and said that he did not shy away from talking about the gods his tribe once worshipped.

Having not received any response from the gods for thousands of years, Cecil knew very well that the survival of the tribe rested entirely on himself and his tribe, not on some god.

"Hmph, Cecil, I didn't expect you to have no faith. I still believe that our Lord Dragon God will return sooner or later and lead us Metal Dragons to the mainland again."

Speaking of Bahamut, Osmond's eyes were full of reverence.

This is the advantage of the dragon inheritance. Even in the past thousands of years, their belief in the Dragon God was still there.

"Hahaha, don't talk about this. Let's go to the bar."

Cecil laughed and interrupted the topic involving the gods.

"Never get drunk."

Osmund and Cecil left the altar, where Ansair slept.

On the other side.

Winter City, the City Lord's Mansion.

"Arnold, why are you looking for me so quickly, it isn't time for our deal yet," said a silver-haired woman with her arms folded and face full of arrogance.

She is the adult White Dragon, Casey, Frost Wing's right-hand man.

After losing hundreds of Frost Giants, Arnold no longer had the idea of ​​laughing and teasing this time and with a gloomy face he said: "The Frost Giants you sold to me last time were all rescued."

"Rescued? In Winter City? How is that possible?" Casey said with an incredulous expression.

Immediately, her face darkened.

"You came to me this time, do you think that we rescued those Frost Giants?"

Arnold shook his head: "I don't suspect you, it's a guy pretending to be a priest."

"Priest?"

Casey thought of the person she had passed by before.

A powerful priest came to Winter City, and this spread throughout Winter City.

It's just that they didn't see the priest after he entered the City Lord's Mansion.

Many people who came to the City Lord's Mansion admiringly hoped that the priest could personally treat them were all kicked out by a furious Arnold.

"That guy is not a real priest, but is proficient in an advanced art of transformation and healing," Arnold explained what he was speculating these days.

Noble priests would never mix with inferior Frost Giants. With the strength of the church, the Frost Giant Tribe was nothing but ants at their feet.

"So, why did you ask me to come here this time?"

Casey looked at Arnold with a grim gesture.

Supply exceeds demand, and this is a good time to increase prices to obtain higher profits.

"Several surrounding cities are urging the Frost Giant medicine. I must buy hundreds of Frost Giants in a short time, otherwise, I will pay a huge price for breach of contract."

Arnold was candid about his predicament.

"Hundreds of Frost Giants, do you really think that Frost Giants are so easy to catch?"

"I can increase the price by 20%, and if my business collapse, where will you find someone to trade in the future?" Arnold said with a half-threatened and half-seduced trade.

Casey fell into deep thought, the profit was indeed huge, but the process was too difficult.

Now that the patriarch of the Frost Giant has woken up from his slumber, coupled with the lessons learned from the past, the protection of their tribe will definitely be strengthened.

It is not difficult to catch a few Frost Giants who was hunting alone, but it is not so easy to catch hundreds of Frost Giants at a time.

Seeing Casey hesitate, Arnold spoke again.

"I know you must have discovered some large tribe of Frost Giants. I can send troops to help you capture those Frost Giants and the profit will be yours."

"No, this is absolutely not possible!"

Casey flatly rejected Arnold's proposal. The Frost Lair is not very far away from the Frost Giants Tribe. If she lures humans there, she will lure wolves into their houses.

"I might as well tell you straight, we did find a large tribe of Frost Giants, we have Legendary Realm powerhouses on our side, but they also have Legendary Realm powerhouses. There is no way for us to solve the Legendary Realm powerhouses, no matter how many miscellaneous fish are sent, they are just cannon fodders."

"Well..."

Casey's claims did not exceed Arnold's predictions.

He took out an ancient scroll from his new storage ring. He didn't know what kind of leather it was made of but it was extremely strong.

"What is this?"

Casey asked while looking at the scroll in Arnold's hand.

"Have you ever heard of Forbidden Magic?"

Arnold played with the scroll in his hand proudly, because it was left by a great human magician.

Hearing this, Casey stared at the scroll with more guarded eyes.

"Of course, how could I not know about such a famous legendary magician? It's a pity that he was assassinated and died shortly after breaking through the Legendary Realm."

There was a magician who specializes in how to prohibit the enemy from using magic and is known as the sworn enemy of magicians.

After he breaks through the Legendary Realm and obtained Forbidden Magics, any magician who is legendary or below his realm cannot use magic power.

It's a pity that he was assassinated by an old legendary assassin.

"This is exactly the scroll he left behind. I also got it by accident. It is enough to prevent a Legendary Realm strong man from using magic power for a quarter of an hour. In a quarter of an hour, you can always bring back more than a hundred Frost Giants to me, right?."

Casey took the scroll.

"Certainly!"