Chapter 164: Horn of Everfrost
On the stone walls on both sides of the secret passage, there are not stone carvings in the shape of northern nobles, but some murals.

It was painted with some unknown red pigment, using the simplest lines to outline a scene full of primitive vitality and great power.

In those pictures, one can see frost giants holding weapons, horns, humans, blizzards, and so on.
According to investigations by court scholars in later generations, this type of mural was the way the Var barbarians recorded history, and Oliver, as a descendant of the Var barbarians, was also aware of this.

Obviously, these murals in the mausoleum also record a real story in their original 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 walking along the secret passage and finally reached the end, which was an independent tomb chamber.

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 that was shiny and carved with rough and majestic inscriptions, like a work of art from ancient barbaric times. The gaps between the inscriptions shone with a cold light that made one feel like falling into an ice cave.

It seemed not like a horn, but a silent glacier.

When Duke Oliver saw the horn, he was stunned at first, and then he was filled with ecstasy.

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

"The Horn of Everfrost."

Duke Oliver muttered the name.

The Nortons claim that their ancestor was a frost giant.

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

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

In the Storm Hills area in the south, the naturally tall and strong Frost Giants became the most powerful warriors. They conquered the entire barbarian tribe with force, created the Vaal Tribe, and passed down the bloodline of the Frost Giants to this day.

However, it is said that when the horn is blown again, the frost giants from the great glacier in the far north will heed 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 won't let me have an easy life——"

"Then bear the wrath of the Frost Giants! I will drag you down with me to be buried with me!"

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

These frost giants, also known as the Everfrost Tribe, come from the Vahalla Glacier at the northernmost end of Anzeta, known as the "Ice Forbidden Land". Every once in a while, they come south to plunder accompanied by blizzards. However, the time is not fixed, and the interval may be a few years, decades or even hundreds of years.

Sixty years have passed since the last "frost disaster" when the frost giants invaded the south. That frost disaster caused heavy losses to the northern countries, destroyed several cities, and caused tens of thousands of casualties. It also made Storm Peak a complete forbidden area for humans.

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

As long as he blows the horn, he will be able to bring about a disaster that will affect the entire North.

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

He values ​​his life very much, and unless he is in desperate situation, he will never risk his life to take revenge on his enemies.

And this time, Duke Oliver seemed to see a turn for the better.

"Perhaps, I can use the Horn of Everfrost to threaten the Kingdom of Burning Embers and continue to maintain 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 bleeding wound on his hand.

"Om-"

A heavy low hum was heard, and the horn was actually blown directly!
This is the holy blood relic of the Frost Giant!
The 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 ancestor of the Frost Giant into his body, making Duke Oliver feel that his body was filled with endless power.

Through the cold light, he seemed to see the war between giants and dragons in ancient times. Those mountain-like frost giants blew their horns, summoning endless wind and snow, turning the red dragon in the sky into an ice sculpture.

To Oliver, this is both ancient history and a harbinger of the future—with this power, he might actually be able to fight the dragon.

"This, this kind of power."

"It's incredible."

Duke Oliver opened his fingers, and a stream of cold air mixed with snow flakes flowed out from between his fingers.

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

A blinding cold light appeared in Oliver's pupils, and his body was covered with flashing inscriptions. His body suddenly expanded to more than four meters in height, and his skin turned a glacier-like blue.

At this moment, he was like the master of frost and snow disasters, and he 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 our ancestors kept this secret."

"It's wonderful."

Oliver suddenly burst into wild laughter.

As he laughed, howling wind and snow surrounded him and became increasingly intense.

"from now on--"

"I don't need any support anymore!"

"The Burning Embers Kingdom, the Principality of Bosk, the entire Northland, and the entire Anzeta will tremble in fear under this kind of 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 a real frost giant, rode the ice storm and flew out suddenly.

"This, this is."

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

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

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

“It’s fleeting.”

Oliver looked down at the ice sculptures indifferently, not caring at all 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 will be no plot like the previous one. Emmmm... How can a low-level upstart with godly equipment beat the protagonist...

　　
　
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