Chapter 189: Battle of Glacier Destruction (End)

"Amaunator, above."

"That was a natural disaster."

In the temporary camp of the Burning Kingdom, Count Trishka was stunned.

"The Everfrost Tribe was destroyed just like that. From now on, there will be no more frost disasters."

Trishka couldn't help but mutter to himself.

He looked at the dark clouds that blocked the sunlight and covered half of the Valhalla Glacier in the distance, and listened to the roar of thunder in his ears, and his voice trembled rarely.

"Boom!"

Another thunder exploded. Although they were nearly 30 kilometers apart, people could still feel the horror of the revenge storm. The strong magic fluctuations even washed everyone's faces.

The old scholar Mor took out a handkerchief, wiped the cold sweat from his head, and muttered softly:

"This, this is also a good thing."

"I thought there would be countless casualties in this frost disaster, but now it's good, the Dragon Lord of the Burning Kingdom has solved the root cause."

Yelina also wiped her pale cheeks and reluctantly agreed:

"Yes, the frost disaster was solved like this. With the help of the red dragon, our Principality of Bosk doesn't even have to spend manpower and material resources. It's really a happy ending."

But Trishka stared at the sky in silence, his face covered with a layer of haze, and he was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke.

"Nine-ring spell."

"At least a nine-ring spell, or even higher."

He turned his head and looked at Mor, his expression was extremely solemn, and asked in a deep voice: "Morr, do you know what this means?"

"No, I don't know."

Cold sweat seeped out of Mor's forehead again.

Trischka's tone became heavier, and even his voice was a little hurried:

"This means that the red dragon can easily destroy our city, or even the entire country. You know, that is a nine-ring spell!"

"I once personally watched the legendary court wizard of the Kingdom of Fadlan cast a nine-ring spell. Meteors fell from the sky. In just a few breaths, the rebellion of tens of thousands of people was quelled. The unknown spell cast by this red dragon is even more terrifying than that fluctuation."

At the end, his voice was trembling.

Trischka sighed lightly and lowered his eyes, but the scene of the storm just now could not be shaken off, lingering in his mind.

Grand Duke Leo sent him here this time to let him investigate the situation, turn around all parties, and win the greatest benefits for the Principality of Bosk in this war.

The best scenario is that the two forces of the Burning Embers Kingdom and the Everfrost Tribe are in a stalemate. At that time, the Principality of Bosk can use the name of "allies" to consume the strength of the Burning Embers Kingdom, and finally find an opportunity to kill the two monster forces in one fell swoop, and maintain the order of the North to the maximum extent. At the worst, the prosperous Burning Embers Kingdom will be seriously injured and have no time to look south.

But both he and Grand Duke Leo mistakenly underestimated the strength of the red dragon.

They never thought that this red dragon would end the battle in just a few days, solve the Everfrost Tribe, the frost disaster that has plagued the North Kingdom for nearly a thousand years, and even chase them to their old nest, the Wahala Glacier, and directly exterminate these frost giants.

"The initiative is gone, the Burning Embers Kingdom has become a behemoth that we cannot deal with. We must tell the Duke of Bosk this news as soon as possible. We can't afford to lose."

"Unless external forces intervene, we can only wait for the North to be swallowed by the red dragon."

Tlishka thought to himself.

A sour taste rose in his throat, and he wanted to say something, but couldn't.

"Military advisors, this war is over. Do you have any other opinions?"

A strange voice interrupted Trishka's thinking.

Everyone turned their heads and found that it was the tiefling leader of the Burning Kingdom - Medorash.

This Forsaken Holy Knight was also listed as a key focus within the Principality of Bosk. He was extremely dangerous. He was widely known for his ability to control the undead. He was called "The Hand of the Evil Devil" by people in the northern countries. Legend has it that he sacrificed hundreds of living people every day and turned them into zombies.

However, Trishka did not believe this kind of rumor. At least the image of this "Hand of the Evil Devil" was quite polite and generous. He was definitely not like the hatred for living people in the story. It was just that the pair of pure black eyes made people feel a little chilling.

Trishka bowed slightly and responded politely:

"His Majesty Cassius is so powerful that we are amazed. It was a thoroughly crushing battle. What can we, the little people, say?"

"I only have some insignificant words. I can only say - congratulations to you. The Burning Kingdom has won a complete victory. The frost disaster that has threatened the North for nearly a thousand years has been solved by you. The whole of Anzeta will cheer for this, and I, on behalf of the Duke, have the highest respect for you."

Medrolash smiled and shook his head, saying:

"You should know that this is not what the master wants to hear."

Trishka's expression suddenly froze, and a helpless bitter smile appeared on his face.

"I will report the situation here truthfully to the Duke. From now on, we should stop the underground actions against the Burning Kingdom and accept your compensation treaty. I only hope that you can maintain the most basic peace."

Medrolash listened to Trishka's begging speech and nodded with satisfaction.

Finally, he spoke again, with a devilish smile on his face.

"My respected master thinks so too. He hopes that we can reach a consensus and is unwilling to participate in meaningless disputes."

"I hope you can understand that our Burning Kingdom is not a country that plunders wantonly and does not pay attention to production. At least before digesting the legacy of the Principality of Rackman and the Principality of Norton, we have no intention of starting a full-scale war."

The tone of the tiefling paused, and there was a certain threat in his black eyes.

"Of course, if any country wants to try, we don't mind becoming more greedy."

Tlishka let out a long sigh, put on a forced smile on his pale face, and stretched out his hand.

"Of course, peace is the consensus of every orderly country, and our Bosk is no exception."

Two pairs of hands of different colors clasped together.

…

"The 'Frost Disaster' is nothing compared to a true natural disaster. The winter that lasted for ten thousand years did not cause Him any trouble. On that day, a terrible storm of revenge swept across the entire Valhalla Glacier. The Frost Giant civilization that lasted for thousands of years was completely wiped out, and the remaining Frost Giants became slaves of the empire."

"He once again showed everyone in Anzeta his natural power. With the easy demise of the Everfrost Tribe, the 'Frost Disaster' ceased to exist, and was replaced by the more terrible 'Dragon Disaster'. The entire North was trembling under His wings."

"Some scholars believe that the 'Winterfall War' objectively eliminated the frost disaster that had plagued the North for thousands of years, and it was an act of certain positive significance. However, the author has always believed that we cannot regard evildoers as heroes just because of their occasional good deeds. That would be disrespectful to the countless righteous people who have dedicated themselves heroically.

"The 'Frost Disaster' certainly brought great disaster to the people of the North, but the rule of the evil dragon completely subverted the sacred order of the North and ruthlessly destroyed the justice of Anzeta. This is undoubtedly a more profound and widespread disaster. ”

——"The Chronicles of Anzeta: The Battle of Winterfall" Duke Luton