Chapter 48 Tiefling (Part )
Soon, the gifted Medorash became the squad leader of the North Wind Castle defense force, maintaining law and order everywhere and shouldering the task of defending the city.

During this period, he found a loving wife of the same ethnic group, soon had his own child, and bought a loft in the city. Everything in his life seemed to be developing in a good direction.
But from one day on, everything changed.

That day, he was diligently investigating the series of disappearances in the city, but he did not notice people's strange looks and thought it was normal.

But the "Duke" gave a speech.

Those human neighbors who seemed to get along harmoniously on weekdays suddenly changed their faces. They held torches high, rushed into their homes cheering, tied their wives and sons to the stake, and burned them alive.

By the time he heard the news and rushed over, everything he had turned to ashes, and his former comrades were slaughtering his people like cattle and sheep.

Medoras wailed and swung his silver sword, killing all the perpetrators present.

He became an oathbreaker.

The burning light in the heart of the Knight of Redemption has been extinguished, leaving only darkness. The cruel reality has completely shattered his innocent ideals.

"What a naive fellow."

He repeated again.

Suddenly, a hurried horn sounded outside the cave.

Medoraash suddenly returned to reality, picked up his sword, and hurried out of the cave.

"what's the situation?"

The guards stationed at the entrance of the camp looked panicked: "It's a snowman! More than one snowman!"

"Aww——"

During this deadly cold, the howls of the Yeti traveled across the remote mountains, sweeping across the hillsides as the cold winds, instilling extreme fear into the hearts of the gathering tieflings.

These monsters can smell fresh flesh from miles away and track you through wind and snow.

Medorash looked up and saw dozens of ghostly white figures rushing down the hillside like a wave.

"Everyone is ready to fight!"

"Damarcus, shoot them for me."

The tiefling warrior named "Damacos" nodded solemnly and pulled the bowstring to its full extent.

"Shh-"

With a sharp whistling sound that cut through the air, a sharp arrow pierced the snowman's forehead, causing the monster to fall straight down.
The several tiefling warriors behind Damacus also drew their bows and arrows.

However, this was shooting at monsters on the hillside from the bottom of the mountain, and there was a blizzard blocking their way. They did not have the captain's superb archery skills, and those arrows often quickly penetrated into the snow.

Damachus fired several arrows in succession.

Two out of seven, two more snowmen fell down.

In such bad weather, the snowmen were like ghosts in the snow. Even a warrior as proficient in archery as him could not guarantee the hit rate and could not stop the snowmen's charge like a tide.

"No, Medrash, the snow is too heavy."

"I can't see clearly."

Damachus shouted and shot another arrow, knocking down a snowman.

But the tide of snowmen had already rushed to within a hundred meters of the camp.

Allowing these hungry, flesh-hungry Yetis to invade the nearly undefended camp would be an unmitigated disaster.

"Follow me, let's go out and fight!"

Medoraash held his sword high, followed by more than forty tieflings.

These tieflings were poorly equipped, some even had no swords, and could only hold pitchforks and torches, but their eyes were extremely determined.

They may have been businessmen, clerks, or artists, but at this moment, in order to protect the safety of the camp and the safety of their loved ones behind them, they can only and must be warriors.

The snowmen rushed forward and stared at the tieflings, their eyes revealing a greedy desire for flesh and blood.

These snowmen are more than three meters tall, covered with snow-white hair, and have strong and powerful bodies. Ordinary tieflings are just naked food to them.

Medrash was at the front of the group, charging straight at a Yeti.

But the snowman did not rush over immediately, but stared at the tiefling strangely.

There was a faint blue light flashing in its small eyes, which were the freezing eyes of the ape, capable of freezing its prey on the spot.

When that gaze reached Medoraash, he suddenly felt an extreme chill that penetrated his bones, almost freezing his entire body.

"Damn monster"

But Medorash cursed inwardly, and with his strong body, he resisted the cold and pointed with his finger.

"Purgatory Shout!"

Suddenly, the snowman was surrounded by the blazing hellfire and let out a painful wail.

The fire-fearing monster's hair was ignited by the unquenchable flame, causing him to slap his body continuously.

"die!"

Medoraash shouted loudly, jumped several meters high, and chopped off the still burning head of the snowman with one sword.

The snowman next to him wanted to use Chilling Gaze, but this trick no longer worked on Medoraash.

"Chop along the way!"

Taking advantage of the momentum of the fall, Medoras's sword also slashed into the shoulder of another snowman.

"Ow!"

The snowman also howled in pain, and its large palm subconsciously slapped the tiefling.

"Inflict injuries!"

A dark green force of corrosion spread along the sword to the snowman, constantly corroding and expanding his wound.

The next moment, Medorash used this force to chop off the snowman's entire left shoulder and arm.

Blue blood splattered on the tiefling's face, but his expression remained unchanged and his eyes did not blink.

After killing two snowmen in succession, he looked around the battlefield with his sword, and saw that the tieflings were already fighting with the snowmen. Several tiefling warriors had been turned into ice sculptures by the snowmen's shivering gaze.

Just as the other tiefling was about to be frozen as ice spread all over his body.

"Guard the aura!"

A flashing red aura appeared around Medoraash, temporarily blocking the snowman's shivering gaze and preventing the tiefling from being frozen any further.

He strode forward and plunged his sword into the snowman's heart.

"Ow—"

More and more snowmen gathered around, there were as many as twelve of them. They were like a white tide, rushing towards Medoraash from all directions, trying to kill the tiefling paladin first.

Seeing the snowmen approaching with bared fangs and claws, Medorash remained calm and just raised his sword high.

"The Oathbreaker channels divine power."

"The horror appears!"

This oathbreaker paladin channels his darkest emotions, coalescing them into a breath of magical compulsion.

The blood-red light spread rapidly around with the long sword as the center.

Every snowman surrounding him saw the thing they feared most, and suddenly fell into inevitable endless panic, standing still and not daring to move.

In his eyes, these snowmen were already sitting ducks.

"Chop along the way!"

Medoraash slashed the throats of several snowmen with his sword, and blood splattered immediately.

After a few breaths, the twelve huge monsters fell backwards with a bang. There was no snowman left standing around him.

"Whoo, whoo, whoo"

Medoras half-knelt with his sword in his hand, panting.

(End of this chapter)