Chapter 164: The Horn of Eternal Frost

On the stone walls on both sides of the secret passage, there are not stone sculptures in the shape of northern nobles, but some murals.

They are painted with some unknown red pigment, and the simplest lines outline scenes full of primitive vitality and great power.

In those pictures, it seems that frost giants, horns, humans, and blizzards holding weapons can be seen.

According to the investigation of court scholars in later generations, this kind of mural is the way for the Val barbarians to record history. Oliver, as a descendant of the Val barbarians, also knows this.

Obviously, these murals in the mausoleum also record a real story in a primitive form.

"Frost giants, horns, blizzards..."

"This is..."

Duke Oliver couldn't help muttering to himself, he seemed to have some impression of this story.

He continued to walk forward along the secret passage and finally came to the end, which was an independent tomb.

There were no luxurious burial objects inside, only a huge horn.

The horn seemed to be made of leg bones, with a slightly yellowed surface with a luster, and a rough and majestic inscription carved on it, like a craft from the ancient barbaric era. The gaps between the inscriptions revealed a cold light that made people feel like they were falling into an ice cave.

It seemed that it was not a horn, but a silent glacier.

When he saw the horn, Duke Oliver was stunned at first, and then he was ecstatic.

He finally understood that the story passed down from generation to generation was real.

"Eternal Frost Horn."

Duke Oliver muttered to himself and read out the name.

The Norton family claimed that their ancestor was a frost giant.

At that time, there was no surname Norton. This frost giant took the surname of the tribe as "Eternal Frost", Gah.Eternal Frost.

This frost giant could not stand the lonely environment of the glacier plateau and was eyeing a powerful force. So he took advantage of the tribe's out hunting, killed the guards who guarded the holy land, and stole the tribe's holy object that could control frost and snow - the Eternal Frost Horn. He blew the horn, and the endless blizzard blocked the road behind him, and he was able to escape the pursuit of the pursuers and came to the warm south.

In the southern Storm Slope area, the naturally tall and strong Frost Giants became the most powerful warriors, conquered the entire barbarian tribe with force, and created the Val tribe, and passed down the blood of the Frost Giants to this day.

However, it is said that when the horn is blown again, the Frost Giants from the Great Northern Glacier will listen to the call of their ancestors, hunt down the descendants of the rebel, and go south to retrieve the holy relic at all costs.

"Damn red dragon, since you don't let me have an easy time-"

"Then bear the wrath of the Frost Giants! I want to drag you to be buried together!"

Grand Duke Oliver stared at the huge horn, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

These Frost Giants, that is, the Everfrost Tribe, came from the Valhalla Glacier at the northernmost end of Anzeta, known as the "Ice Forbidden Land", and would go south to plunder every once in a while accompanied by blizzards. However, this time is not fixed, and the interval may be a few years, decades or even hundreds of years.

It has been sixty years since the last "frost disaster" when the Frost Giants invaded the south. That frost disaster caused heavy losses to the countries in the North, several cities were destroyed, tens of thousands of casualties were reported, and Storm Peak became a completely forbidden area for humans.

In other words, Duke Oliver holds the key to a "frost disaster".

As long as he blows the horn, he can cause a disaster that affects the entire North.

However, thinking that his life would be in danger after the horn was blown, Duke Oliver's face showed hesitation again.

He values ​​his life very much. Unless he is in a desperate situation, he will never risk his life to retaliate against the enemy.

And this time, Duke Oliver seems to have seen a turn for the better.

"Maybe, I can use the Everfrost Horn to threaten the Kingdom of Burning Ashes and continue to retain the status of the Principality of Norton."

"I can even gain more benefits and improve my status."

"Let's get it first."

Thinking of this, he tried to touch the surface of the bone horn, but ignored the bloody wound on his hand.

"Buzz--"

A heavy low hum sounded, and the horn was blown directly!

This is the blood relic of the frost giant!

This sound was like a war cry from the wilderness, mixed with the howling of a snowstorm, resounding throughout the Anzeta wilderness.

Suddenly, the inscription flashed a dazzling cold light and resonated with the blood of the frost giant, transmitting the majestic frost power from the frost giant's ancestor into his body, making Duke Oliver feel that his body was filled with endless power.

Through those cold lights, he seemed to see the war between giants and dragons in ancient times. Those huge frost giants like mountains blew horns, summoned endless wind and snow, and turned the red dragon in the sky into an ice sculpture.

In Oliver's view, this is both ancient history and a sign of the future - with this power, he may really be able to fight against the dragon.

"This, this kind of power."

"It's incredible."

Duke Oliver opened his fingers, and a cold current mixed with snow flakes flowed out from his fingers.

He clenched his fist again, and an ice cone appeared in front of him.

Oliver's pupils flashed with dazzling cold light, and his body was covered with flashing inscriptions. His body suddenly expanded to more than four meters tall, and his skin turned glacial blue.

At this moment, he was like the master of the frost and snow disaster, and could even control the glaciers and cause blizzards out of thin air.

This sudden gift gave him unparalleled confidence, and he finally understood how his ancestors conquered the entire barbarian tribe.

"I really don't know why the ancestors hid this secret."

"It's so wonderful."

Oliver suddenly laughed wildly.

As he laughed, he was surrounded by whistling wind and snow, and it became more and more intense.

"From now on-"

"I don't need any backers anymore!"

"What Burning Kingdom, Bosk Principality, the whole North, the whole Anzeta will tremble under this power! This will be my empire!"

"I am the blizzard! I am the natural disaster!"

The ice cone pierced the ground, tearing a deep crack in the earth. Duke Oliver, who was almost the same as the real frost giant, drove the ice storm and flew out of it.

"This, this is."

Oliver's guards were all stunned by this, and froze in place for a while, not knowing how to react.

But they were soon turned into ice sculptures in the whistling wind and snow.

"The lives of these mortals are like ants to me now."

"They are fleeting."

Oliver looked down at the ice sculptures indifferently, not caring that they were once his subordinates. Not only did he not feel any regret, but he nodded with satisfaction.

Dear readers, please don't be ptsd. I promised that there would be no such plot as before. Emmmm... How could a bunch of low-level upstarts with godly equipment beat the protagonist...