Chapter 185: The Fall of Glacier (II)
Sunlight pierced through the clouds, cutting through the howling cold wind. Frost-laden snow blanketed the Glacier, shimmering with a sharp, icy gleam. This was the place known to the world as the “Frozen Forbidden Zone”—Wahala Glacier. For millennia, it had been the sacred sanctuary of the Frost Giants, and the ancestral stronghold of the Youshuang Tribe, generation after generation.
The Frost Giants had carved crude fortresses into the frozen mountains, digging deep into the ice and stone. Brutal and merciless raiders, they had tamed massive Tundra Land Drakes, Centipede Beasts, and Frost Worms. In the golden age of the Youshuang Tribe, they had even subdued a White Dragon—true Evil Dragon—using it as a guardian to protect their fortress.
But today, the Youshuang Tribe would face its greatest calamity.
Every young warrior in the tribe had seized their weapons, standing at the ready. Some Frost Giant warriors trembled with tension, their hands shaking—hundreds of generations of hope weighed heavily upon their shoulders. This was no mere battle. It was a fight for survival, a decisive war that would determine the fate of their entire Clan.
“We’ll win,” one young warrior said, voice trembling but resolute.
“Kasa’s leader has fought him before—this Red Dragon can’t be unscathed.”
“Most likely, he’s already wounded.”
“We’ve got nearly a hundred Frost Giant warriors here!”
They encouraged one another, their hearts heavy with the knowledge of the danger they faced, yet still clinging to the faint hope of a miracle.
Nur stood atop the highest peak of the Glacier, eyes half-lidded, expression calm. He seemed on the verge of sleep, his body perfectly still as he listened to the flow of the wind.
Suddenly, the Frost Giant priest’s eyes snapped open. His pale, clouded blue irises flashed with sudden, piercing light.
“It’s time.”
“He’s coming.”
Beside him, a strong young Frost Giant warrior immediately raised his bone club and struck the war drum, his voice booming across the frozen expanse:
“Brave warriors of the Youshuang Tribe! Prepare yourselves!”
“The Dragon approaches—we must slay it!”
At the sound of the drum, the Frost Giant warriors turned their gazes upward, praying for an early sighting of the Red Dragon.
But they had no idea—Kai Xiusu never traveled by such slow, inefficient means.
He preferred magic.
“Look!”
“What’s that?”
A ripple tore through the air before the Glacier. The space warped, twisted, folded—alien to the cold, frigid atmosphere—until a Flame Portal slowly unfolded, its edges glowing with unnatural heat. Smoke curled upward from the rift, mingling with the icy mist.
First, a monstrous head emerged. Then a powerful body. Finally, a long, serpentine tail.
The Red Dragon had arrived.
“You’ve given us an accurate location,” Kai Xiusu said, surveying the gathering Frost Giants—each armed with mismatched weapons. His gaze settled on the aged Frost Giant priest.
Nur’s voice rasped out, dry as frost.
“You’ve finally come, Fated Cataclysm.”
“Oh?”
“Old Frost Giant… you know me?”
Nur kept his tone steady, his words measured.
“I know. This is the trial bestowed upon us by the great Father of Frost Giants, Solem.”
He looked directly at the Red Dragon, eyes blazing with unwavering resolve.
“It is also the path to restore the glory of the Frost Giants. The rebirth of the Youshuang Tribe.”
Hearing this, a flicker of hope returned to the warriors’ eyes. As guardians of the sacred site, most were devout followers of Solem. Their hatred for the Red Dragon had burned fiercely—but now, hearing that this was a “Divine Trial,” their spirits surged with renewed fire.
Kai Xiusu’s expression turned cold.
“So your bullshit deity never told you…”
“…that the Youshuang Tribe is destined for Clan Extinction?”
With a powerful sweep of his wings, the Red Dragon soared nearly a hundred meters into the sky.
The Frost Giant chieftain, Koh, raised his weapon high and roared:
“Fight! This crawler will not break us—no, not the warriors of Youshuang!”
“Lord Solem watches over us! The survival of our people for a thousand years rests on this moment!”
A long, mournful horn blast echoed across the Glacier.
The Frost Giants hurled spears, stones, and ice spikes into the sky. Elite archers drew massive beast-bone greatbows—nearly five meters long—and fired bolts the size of bowls, aimed straight for the Red Dragon’s heart.
For centuries, the Frost Giants had used this method to hunt countless White Dragons. But it meant nothing to Kai Xiusu.
A shimmering layer of spell-light encased him in a protective shield. The bolts shattered against it, exploding into fragments.
Kai Xiusu, towering above them, stared down with cold indifference, mocking their efforts.
“Is this your rebellion?”
“Pathetic.”
A torrent of fire erupted from his maw. Where it touched, the world burned. Ice melted instantly, steam rising in great billows that blanketed the Glacier in white fog.
A Frost Giant hunter blew a bone whistle.
The shrill sound pierced the air.
The Glacier trembled. Cracks split the ice, and chunks of snow and ice rained down.
From beneath the frozen surface, a colossal creature burst forth through the steam mist—its body resembling a giant centipede. Ice coated its back, but within its core burned Purgatory Fire. Wing-like fins unfurled from its head, and its jagged, saw-toothed maw twitched with hunger.
Kai Xiusu glanced at it, unimpressed.
“Centipede Beast…”
Yes. One of the deadliest hunters of the frozen wastes. Their bodies housed magical organs that burned with internal heat, granting them resistance to both ice and fire. Frost Giant hunters had long tracked their eggs, raised them from infancy, and trained them to guard their icy fortresses.
Now, they were finally being used.
The ground shook violently—like an earthquake. Eleven massive fissures split the ice, and eleven Centipede Beasts burst through, rising like giant pillars from the frozen earth. The sight was awe-inspiring.
“So this is your strength?”
“Just a dozen insects?”
Kai Xiusu’s voice was calm. Then, he swept his wings.
Air cracked with thunder. A storm of lightning erupted around him—brilliant, blinding bolts that surged toward the charging beasts. It was Storm Resonance Body.
With a single, savage swipe of his claw, the Red Dragon unleashed a claw-shaped force field in midair. The impact was instant—three Centipede Beasts were cleaved in half, their bodies bursting into steam.
In seconds, the Frost Giants’ prized, long-nurtured beasts lay dead—massive casualties. The survivors scrambled back, burrowing into the Glacier, too terrified to show themselves again.
The Frost Giants kept attacking—but Kai Xiusu was too fast, too high in the air. Their stones, spears, arrows—all missed. Even when they struck, the layered defenses repelled them effortlessly.
It was a battle of utter imbalance. Trapped on the ground, they could do nothing but watch as the Red Dragon breathed fire, reducing warriors to screaming, burning corpses.
(End of Chapter)
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