Chapter 178: The Howling Winter
Gazing at the swirling Steam clouds and the fading Blizzard, Kasa did not halt his Charge.
He pressed onward, riding the Tundra Land Drake with unyielding resolve. Though the blinding snowfall had vanished, the scorching heat pressing against his skin made him uneasy—but Kasa had absolute faith in his own strength. With his Double-Bladed Axe in hand, he was certain he could cleave through any foe before him—after all, he was Kasa Youshuang, the Bonebreaker.
“Warriors of the Youshuang Tribe!”
“Charge with me! For Ancestral Glory!”
Seeing their Chieftain charge forward without hesitation, the Frost Giant Warriors erupted in fervor. With weapons raised high, they surged forward in unison, a storm of ice and fury.
Across the vast Wasteland, hundreds of Frost Giants surged forward, their thunderous advance shaking the earth and kicking up a storm of dust that blotted out the sky.
On the battlefield of the Kingdom of Ashen, Dolo, consumed by rage he could no longer contain, bellowed orders:
“Open fire! Open fire!”
“Blow these damned giants to pieces!”
“Let them taste the fury of our shells!”
The new cannons crafted by the Mechanical Divinity stood in perfect formation—each barrel flanked by several trained Great Goblin soldiers. At every Artillery Position, a tech-savvy player from the Mechanical Cult supervised the firing. Yet the Steel Tide remained absent from the front lines.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The cannons roared like beasts of war, their thunderous salvo deafening. Shells rained down in relentless torrents, detonating across the path of the charging Frost Giants. Craters blackened by fire and scorched earth split the ground, and those unlucky enough to be struck were torn apart, their bodies mangled beyond recognition.
But the Frost Giants were not packed tightly—this wasteland was too wide open. The artillery barrage inflicted little real damage, and the advance of the valiant, fearless warriors remained unslowed.
After all, the first wave of warriors charging with their Chieftain were elite—only the bravest dared to follow. Cowards were not permitted.
Two-Headed Dragons dove from the sky, their claws clutching enchanted incendiary flasks. As they released them, rivers of fire poured forth, igniting the battlefield into a blazing inferno. Smoke choked the air, and flames clawed at the heavens.
“Follow me, warriors!”
“The great Solem watches over us!”
Kasa pressed forward, undeterred by the fire and shells. A shell landed perilously close to his head—but he merely swung his Double-Bladed Axe in a casual arc, sending it flying.
Swoosh—
The massive weapon spun through the air, slicing through the atmosphere with such speed it blurred into a streak of frost-white steel. It split the incoming shell perfectly in two. The clean, icy fracture remained frozen mid-air, and the severed halves clattered to the ground.
But the spectacle was not over. The axe continued its wild dance, trailing phantom after phantom—like a curtain of frost-laced steel—deflecting shell after shell, turning them into cold, lifeless iron.
Clack—
With uncanny precision, the axe spiraled back into Kasa’s grip, returning to his hand like a loyal blade.
Kasa laughed, triumphant.
“See? These toys mean nothing. Nothing to fear!”
“The enemy knows their strength is no match for ours—they resort only to petty tricks!”
The Frost Giants roared in approval. Fear melted away. Kasa had become their war banner—his courage igniting theirs.
For this axe was no ordinary weapon.
Legends spoke of Solem, the God of the Frost Giants, whose weapon was a snow-white Double-Bladed Axe. When raised, it could turn the world to eternal winter.
Kasa’s axe was no mere copy—it was Frost Roar, a relic passed down through generations of Youshuang Chieftains, forged in the age of ice and fire.
Dolo watched, his brow furrowed. He prided himself on his mastery of the axe—but he had never seen anything like this.
“A formidable enemy…”
“Line Formation Battalion—prepare to advance.”
In this stage of large-scale warfare, Dolo still favored the tried-and-true Line Tactics—a method proven time and again in battle.
As the Semi-Goatfolk sounded their war horns and beat their drums in a steady, pulsing rhythm, the Goblin infantry began their advance.
Step, step, step.
Their march was synchronized, relentless—a crushing pressure on the enemy.
When they closed to within a hundred meters of the Frost Giant line, their newest long spears roared to life. Smoke hissed from their barrels as fragmentation shells erupted into the air, striking unprepared Frost Giants.
With the earth trembling beneath them and the air filled with agonized roars, more than a dozen giants collapsed in a storm of blood and bone.
Kasa, a master of battle, instantly sensed the threat. The magical aura radiating from the weapons was unmistakable.
“So this is the force that gave Baya such a hard time?”
His eyes narrowed. His muscles tensed. He gripped the frost-white axe tighter, a fierce grin spreading across his face.
“Looks… weak.”
Before he could finish, the ground cracked beneath him. With a surge of raw power, Kasa leapt—arms raised high, the Frost Roar blazing in his grip.
He soared through the air like a storm given form—crossing nearly a hundred meters in a single bound.
“What?!”
“He’s flying?!”
The advancing Goblin infantry stared in disbelief. Their formation shattered. They fired wildly into the sky, but their bullets struck nothing—each one deflected by the impenetrable scales of the White Dragon armor.
CRASH!
Kasa landed with the force of a falling mountain. He cleaved through several Great Goblins in a single strike, then shattered the earth beneath them, splitting it wide open.
As Frost Roar struck the ground, massive spikes of ice erupted along the cracks—taller than men, piercing through the Goblins with brutal precision. Some were shattered mid-air. Others were impaled like spears.
The formation of the Great Goblin infantry was torn apart.
“Before you stands the greatest warrior of the Youshuang Tribe in two centuries—Kasa Youshuang, the Bonebreaker!”
“Remember this name! For it will be your final glory!”
With brutal force, Kasa barreled into the frontline of the Line Formation Battalion. His axe swept through the ranks, splitting a dozen Great Goblins in two.
Their bodies split cleanly, frozen mid-fall—like statues carved from ice.
“In my presence, your struggles and your flight are meaningless!”
“HA! Witness the Roar of the Frost!”
Kasa roared to the heavens. Alone, he slaughtered the entire battalion. And in doing so, he reignited the spirits of the Frost Giants—already battered, now reborn with fury.
In just a few breaths, the Kingdom of Ashen had lost over a hundred of its elite Goblin infantry. Dolo, the Earth Giant Commander, felt the weight of grief settle upon him.
“We must eliminate this Frost Giant Chieftain.”
“Or this war is already lost.”
He gritted his teeth, his fingers tightening around his Bloodfire Battle Axe.
(End of Chapter)
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