Chapter 189: Battle of Glacier Destruction (End)

"Amaunator, above."

“It was a natural disaster.”

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

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

Trischka couldn't help muttering to himself.

He looked at the dark clouds in the distance that blocked out the sunlight and covered half of the Wahala Glacier. He listened to the roar of thunder in his ears, and his voice trembled, which was rare for him.

"Boom!"

Another loud thunder roared. Although people were nearly thirty kilometers away, they could still feel the horror of the storm of revenge. The strong magical fluctuations even washed everyone's faces.

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

“This, this is also a good thing.”

"I thought this frost disaster would cause countless casualties, but now the Dragon Lord of the Burning Cinder Kingdom has solved the root cause."

Ye Lina also wiped her pale cheeks and reluctantly agreed:

"Yes, the frost disaster was solved just like that. With the help of the red dragon, our Principality of Bosk didn't even have to spend any manpower or material resources. Everyone is happy."

But Telischka just stared at the sky in silence, his face covered with a gloom. After a long silence, he slowly spoke.

"Nine-ring spell."

"It's at least a nine-level spell, or even higher."

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

"No, I don't know."

Cold sweat broke out on Moore's forehead again.

Trischka's tone became heavier, and even his voice became more hurried:

"This means that the red dragon can easily destroy our city, or even the entire country. Remember, it 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, and 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 a little.

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

Grand Duke Leo sent him here this time to investigate the situation, negotiate with all parties, and gain the greatest benefits for the Principality of Bosk in this war.

The best scenario is that the Burning Embers Kingdom and the Everfrost Tribe are in a stalemate, and then 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 strike a fatal blow, eradicating these two monster forces in one fell swoop, and maintaining order in the north to the greatest extent. At the worst, the prosperous Burning Embers Kingdom will be severely damaged and have no time to look south.

But both he and Grand Duke Leo mistakenly underestimated the power of the Red Dragon.

They never imagined that the red dragon would end the battle in just a few days, and put an end to the Everfrost Tribe, which had been plagued by the frost disaster for nearly a thousand years. It would even chase the dragon to their lair, the Valhalla Glacier, and exterminate the frost giants.

"We have lost the initiative. The Burning Embers Kingdom has become a behemoth that we cannot handle. We must tell the Duke this news as soon as possible. We, the Principality of Bosk, cannot afford to lose."

"Unless some outside force intervenes, we can only wait for the North to be swallowed by the red dragon." Trischka thought to himself.

There was a sour taste in his throat and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

"Dear military advisors, this war is over. Do you have any opinions?"

An unfamiliar voice interrupted Trischka's thoughts.

Everyone turned their heads and saw that it was Medoraash, the tiefling leader of the Burning Cinders Kingdom.

This Forsaken Paladin has also been listed as a key focus target within the Principality of Bosk and is extremely dangerous. He is widely known for his ability to control the undead and is called the "Hand of the Evil Devil" by the people of the northern countries. Legend has it that he sacrifices hundreds of living people every day and turns them into terrifying zombies.

However, Trischka did not believe this rumor. At least the image of this "evil hand" was quite polite and generous. It was definitely not like the hatred towards living people in the story. It was just that the pair of pure black eyes made people feel a little creepy.

Trischka bowed slightly and responded politely:
"Your Majesty Cassius's strength astounds us. It was a completely crushing battle. What can we, the little guys, say?"

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

Medorash smiled and shook his head, saying:

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

Trischka's expression froze for a moment, 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 our underground operations against the Burning Kingdom and accept your compensation agreement. I only hope that you can maintain the most basic peace."

Medorash listened to Trishka's pleading words and nodded with satisfaction.

Finally he spoke again, a devilish grin on his face.

"My respected master thinks the same. He hopes that we can reach a consensus and is unwilling to get involved in meaningless disputes."

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

Tiefling's tone paused, and there was a threat in his black eyes.

"Of course, if any country wants to try, we don't mind being a little greedy."

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

"Of course, peace is the consensus of every orderly country, and we in Bosque are 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 at all. On that day, a terrible storm of revenge swept across the entire Valhalla Glacier. The Frost Giant civilization that had lasted for thousands of years was completely wiped out, and the remaining Frost Giants became slaves of the empire."

"He once again demonstrated his power like a natural disaster to everyone in Anzeta. With the easy demise of the Everfrost Tribe, the 'Frost Disaster' ceased to exist, and was replaced by the more terrifying 'Dragon Disaster'. The entire Northland trembled 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 they occasionally do good deeds. That would be disrespectful to the countless righteous people who have sacrificed their lives bravely.

"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 more widespread disaster."

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

(End of this chapter)