Chapter 396: Destroy the Dragon? Destroy the Dragon!

Altom Continent

Permanently frozen wilderness, frosty fortress

The endless ice storm has turned this place into a veritable forbidden zone for life. When the wind and snow roar, even the white dragons and frost giants will huddle in their lairs, instead of contending with the mighty power of heaven and earth.

"It's such a nice weather today!"

Inside the fortress, the frost giant hugged his cold armor and had ferocious claw marks on his face. He stared at the hailstones flying outside the narrow window and couldn't help but sigh, feeling a little happier.

"Hopefully this storm can last a little longer."

Another frost giant came over and hummed. Outside the fortress, the hurricane that made the sky howl and the blizzard that could be called a natural disaster made the frost giants in the fortress feel more at ease than ever before.

In such a harsh climate, even the strongest predators in the permanently frozen wilderness will stay in their nests and dare not leave their nests, and the frost giants are no exception.

This kind of extreme weather, which forced giants to endure hunger, had always been disgusting to giants more than twenty years ago.

Every year, the giants turn to the priests for help, asking the high priest to predict when the storm will come and how long it will last, so they can stock up on enough food to survive the cold winter.

But now, almost every giant in this fortress is praying that this storm can last longer. After all, it is just starvation. Which giant has not been hungry when he was growing up? We have become accustomed to it, and in comparison, the conscription that may appear after the storm stops is even more terrifying.

"No matter how long the storm lasts, it will eventually stop one day. I hope it won't hit me again then."

The frost giant who spoke first had a look of fear in his eyes.

As the most primitive and largest species of giants among the giants, the savagery and bellicosity of frost giants have been engraved in their blood. For them to appear like this, they must have experienced something more terrifying than hell. battlefield.

The truth is not far off.

"The damn alliance treats us as expendables. If you ask me, the chief should have rejected them and not joined any bullshit alliance."

The other frost giant was indignant, with an inexplicable look of expectation in his eyes, but this was just to hide the deepest fear and confusion in his heart.

"Yes, haven't we killed enough white dragons? If we join the Dragon Slayer Alliance, what obligation do we have to take away so many giants to support the frontline battlefield? This is not fair at all. The alliance should support us."

"Well, although there is no accurate information, it is said that neither the dragon emperor nor the Dragon Slayer Alliance seems to have included Bai Long in the ranks of wooing or killing him."

"What? This is too much, the white dragon is also a dragon!"

As the sworn enemy of the Glacier White Dragon, the Frost Giant was actually complaining and aggrieved for the enemy that had been entangled for generations.

As a born warrior, frost giants naturally value glory the most, and for a warrior, the greatest glory is the head of a powerful enemy.

Every frost giant is proud to cut off the head of a white dragon, but when the white dragon is discriminated against, the frost giant who regards hunting the white dragon as its greatest honor is actually being despised in disguise.

"In the eyes of those legends, white dragons are not much stronger than wild beasts. It is estimated that only the few ancient white dragons in the deepest parts of the wilderness can make them take a second look!"

"Is there really an ancient white dragon? I thought it was a legend."

"There must be. My grandfather saw it with his own eyes when he was young. He wouldn't lie to me."

"It's okay, it has nothing to do with us anyway."

"Sigh, I don't know how long the current chief can be in office?"

The two frost giants faced each other, frowning and sighing.

Since twenty-seven years ago, a powerful legend from beyond the wilds has descended upon Frostfortress. We spent the whole night talking with the great chief who was known as the king of millions of frost giants in the wilderness at that time.

That night, countless but intricate large ice cracks appeared inexplicably around the fortress. When dawn the next day, the chief conveyed his will to the entire wilderness. He would lead all the frosts in the wilderness. The giant tribe officially joined the Dragon Slayer Alliance.

As its name suggests, the purpose of this alliance's existence is to exterminate the dragon clan. Therefore, no giant has any opinions on the chief's decision. After all, as a frost giant, it is commonplace to fight with white dragons on the glacier.

But what all the frost giants, including the war chief, never expected was that simply destroying the white dragon on the glacier was not enough, or in other words, it would not be counted as a contribution to the alliance.

Because the contract has been made long ago, and the binding force of the contract cannot be violated even by the legendary chief.

Therefore, the great chief at that time had to fulfill his promise and gathered 30,000 elite frost giants from the major frost giant tribes in the wilderness to follow the alliance's envoys onto the battlefield.

The Frost Giant Legion at that time was really fierce and full of ambitions. They didn't need any instigation from the chief. Everyone was impatient and couldn't wait to show the power of the Frost Giants to the world outside the wasteland immediately.

Then, news came back that the great chief was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and that the expeditionary legion formed by elite giants selected from the major tribes had suffered more than half of its casualties.

At first, when this news came back, it was regarded as a joke and a rumor by the major tribes. But when the great chief returned to the wasteland with a group of incomplete frost giants, almost all the tribes fell into silence.

The giants who went out to fight brought back more detailed news, and for the first time, the frost giant tribe in the wilderness knew the horror of the outside world, or rather, the terror.

On the battlefield where dragons roared and giant beasts raged, the advantage of being a giant species was not reflected at all, or it could be said that it was precisely because they were giants that they had the qualifications to step onto the battlefield and become cannon fodder.

The strength that the giants used to be proud of, the superb skills honed in the wilderness with many beasts and even hunting white dragons, seemed particularly ridiculous on the so-called dragon-killing battlefield.

The dragon beasts covered with scales and armor, like a tide, surged from the sky, from the earth, from the visible direction or corner, devouring all creatures that were hostile to them.

Killing dragons?

It was simply dragon-killing!

It was precisely because of this that most of the frost giants who returned became like zombies. Even if they were intact and uninjured, they had lost their former spirit and energy. Their words and deeds became timid and cautious, just like the most timid snow rabbits in the wilderness.

On the battlefield where the giants had to struggle and rely on luck to survive, the great chieftain with legendary power was hit hard without any surprise.

If it weren't for the so-called allies' rescue, the great chieftain would probably have become a corpse now, but even so, he was not much better. He could only say that he had a breath left and was hanging on.

So the great chieftain abdicated and the new chieftain took over. But the real nightmare followed.

The new chieftain must also fulfill the alliance contract signed by the previous chieftain and the Dragon Slayer Alliance, and must implement all the terms stipulated above without any resistance or opinions.

The ordinary giants don't know the specific details, but they only know that in the second year, at the same time, the new chieftain took 30,000 frost giants and left the wasteland again.

Then, extremely miserable news came back again. The new great chieftain was injured and the frost giant army suffered more than 10,000 casualties. Even the frost giants, who were known for their iron blood, felt terrified under such casualties.

The giants who did not participate in the war could not understand what their fellow tribesmen who left the wilderness and joined the dragon-killing battlefield had experienced, and the giants who returned by chance were unwilling to talk about it too much.

If they accidentally touched on the relevant information, a considerable number of giants would even roar and enter a terrible frenzy.

But even if they suffered such a heavy blow, the frost giant tribes in the wilderness must fulfill the contract and assume the responsibilities as members of the dragon-killing alliance.

There was no way to circumvent or escape the contract. The giants tried every means, but at a fixed time every year, the incumbent chief had to honestly lead the specified number of giant legions to go to war.

In just less than 30 years, the position of the chief recognized by many frost giant tribes in the wilderness was replaced one after another. After the chief who signed the contract, the chiefs who took over the position had an average of no more than five years in office.

This is a very scary thing. Even with the simple and crude brain circuit structure of the frost giants, they were afraid of it, so the frost giants learned to be humble.

The frost giant tribe, which is warlike and likes to decorate with the blood of other creatures, now longs for peace and is afraid of war.

No frost giant covets the position of the chieftain. As for the giant army that must be gathered every year, the conscription order issued is regarded by many giants as an invitation to the death party. In the legends of many giant tribes, once conscripted, even if you survive by chance, half of your soul will be taken away by the death god and become a walking corpse.

This is an amazing transformation. It is no exaggeration to say that after joining the Dragon Slayer Alliance, every war has had a profound impact on this frost giant in the wasteland.

After all, before this, no one could imagine what a group of frost giants who fear war and death would look like.

"When will this war end?"

As a frost giant, he actually prayed so unpromisingly that the war would end soon and peace would come.

But such a mentality will not only not be met with any scolding and insults in the current Frost Fortress, but will even attract many voices of approval and prayer.

Because the annual conscription wars have caused heavy losses to the middle-aged and young generations of the major frost giant tribes in the wasteland, and some weak tribes have even been expelled.

However, the Dragon Slayer Alliance has no intention of slowing down or easing the conscription of frost giants, even if five chiefs have been replaced.

They don't care!

There are countless extraordinary races similar to the frost giants. They joined the Dragon Slayer Alliance in a daze. After signing the contract, even if they found something wrong, they were unable to break free from the shackles of the contract, or the price they had to pay was better than fighting to the death.

When will the war end?

This is a question that neither side of the war can answer. No one knows how long this war will last and to what extent it will end.

"The situation is getting more and more serious. Another second-level dragon nest cluster was discovered and breached by a legendary team. The damage to the dragon nest is estimated to be 32.5%. It is estimated that it will take 14 days to repair. As for resuming production, it is probably difficult to reach the original peak production."

"We will restore as much as we can."

Su Hailun, who was in charge of the Punorando war zone, could only helplessly say when she heard the bad news.

"According to the calculations of the research institute, at the current rate of destruction of our dragon nest, it is estimated that in another 53 years, our advantages on the battlefield will be completely lost and we will be at a disadvantage."

"Can it still hold on for so long? That time is probably enough."

Su Hailun breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Since the last time they met, Di Ruier has never appeared in front of her again, even if she went to the Sedellin Islands in person. Through the abnormalities of the outside world and the mobilization of military forces, she can probably guess what is going on.

Although she has some complaints in her heart, as a partner, all she can do is to stick to her post, fulfill her duties as a governor, and defend the territory and the safety of the people.

"These guys are more useless than I thought."

Di Ruier, whose consciousness and thinking are connected to the world tree, can control and understand the overall situation through the world tree. Seeing the many fortresses and fortresses built almost around his territory, he couldn't help but say.

This promotion took him nearly thirty years, and now it has finally come to an end. Not long ago, he was able to spare some energy to pay attention to the development and changes of the outside world.

"Maybe it's also cautious. After all, they are gods. I can't use my narrow concept of time to speculate on their behavior patterns."

Di Ruier gathered his thoughts and counted the number of combat forces under his command over the years.

During his sleep, his subordinates suffered heavy losses. His partner was fine, but his Dragon Guards, Champion Knights, Dragon Blood Giants, and Naga Wars all suffered severe blows.

Among them, the Champion Knights suffered the most trauma, with less than ten remaining champion knights, and it was almost to the point of disbanding and reorganizing on the spot.

In contrast, the high-end combat forces under Di Ruier suffered even more heavy losses. There are only thirteen of the twenty-eight six-winged holy blood angels left, which is also more than half of the loss.

The five-colored ancient dragons, which once numbered in the double digits, are now reduced to only two or three big and small cats. Veronica, the mother dragon of the Green City, fell into a deep sleep, because if she didn't sleep, she would not be able to bear it anymore.