Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 307: Climbing the Mountain Like Climbing a God

The mist in the sky suddenly rolled away, and the half-dragon beasts and monsters that were drinking the lake water howled and scattered.

boom,
Ragnar, the King of the Frost Giants, fell headfirst into the blue lake in a manner that was extremely inconsistent with his status, creating a splash of water dozens of meters high.

The silt at the bottom of the lake was stirred instantly, dyeing the center of the entire clear lake surface a mixed color.

Click click click,

A series of bubbles were instantly frozen along with the lake water by the spreading ice. The tall body of the frost giant Ragnar broke through the layers of ice and reappeared.

Pale blue ice flowers bloomed at the feet of the frost giant, and the winding frost represented that the blood power of the frost giant had reached its peak.

The legendary battle axe in Ragnar's hand, Skullroarer, also exudes a cold blue light, like the core marrow of a mountain spirit frozen in a glacier that has been frozen for tens of millions of years.

Dong dong dong,
Heavy footsteps were heard, and the clouds in the sky were easily stirred by the vigorous will of the ancestral red dragon.

The huge dragon body that landed in front of the Frost Giant trampled deep pits on the hard ground. The biological instinct made Ragnar feel a ferocious and terrifying breath coming towards him.

This aura seemed to devour everything around it.

The current ancestral red dragon is nearly thirty meters long from head to tail, and is a completely huge beast.

From the perspective of the simple power of living beings, before the transformation of the rule level is involved, the stronger the body of a creature is, the stronger the pure physical power that the creature possesses.

Even beyond the rules, this simple view does not change.

But the body of the Frost Giant was no weaker than that of the ancestral red dragon, so Ragnar could not believe that he could not even block the opponent's attack.

In addition to coming from blood, strength also comes from the muscles and bones of these creatures.

The tricks of exerting force that are a combination of the muscle force structure and the coordinated operation of bones and tissues in various parts of the body are not considered advanced skills in the eyes of creatures at this level.

Even if Ragnar's skills in this area were inferior to those of the ancestral red dragon, it would not result in such a huge gap.

“Is the blood of the Ancestral Dragon King so much stronger than the blood of the Frost Giant that there is such an unstoppable gap?” The Frost Giant roared, “I don’t believe it!”

The violent breath surged, and the strong wind made the elves in the sky unable to open their eyes. They flapped the wings behind them repeatedly and flew high into the sky before they could steady their bodies.

Ragnar came trampling on the frost, his animal skin skirt fluttering in the strong wind, like the fluttering battle flag of the frost giant tribe.

Ice blue flowed in his pupils, and the person had not arrived yet, but the attack had already covered all areas around the ancestral red dragon.

The ice created by the huge feet splashed in the surging air waves, and the huge battle axe fell straight down.

The ancestral red dragon's current body, just relying on its limbs to stand naturally, is 12 meters tall. Although it is shorter than the frost giant, the muscles on the red dragon's strong hind legs bulge, squeezing the scales on its legs apart.

At this moment, thousands of tons of weight are completely borne by a pair of hind legs. The thick and long dragon tail is resting on the ground, becoming the third point of support, spontaneously regulating the center of gravity of the body.

The ancestral red dragon stood up and looked particularly ferocious and hideous. Its muscles bulged up and the scales on its forelimbs opened and closed rapidly. At this moment, the huge dragon claws chopped down like a battle axe, and it actually ignored the battle axe of the legendary frost giant and went straight to the head of the frost giant.

Pieces of blue ice armor covered the body of the Frost Giant, but Ragnar did not think that these ice armors could stop the power of the ancestral red dragon.

Ragnar had no choice but to give up his attack and chopped the fallen battle axe horizontally towards the terrifying dragon claw.

The sound of steel clashing rang out. With the amplification of the frost giant's frost power, the legendary battle axe hit the huge dragon claw and only cut a layer of fine scales on the claw.

The axe blade slashed the claws, creating a series of sparks and a sound of friction. However, the flesh and blood protected by the dragon claw scales turned into a color similar to steel in Ragnar's eyes, and it was completely unable to cut deeper into the body.

Each muscle tendon is like a magic alloy made from countless rare magic minerals and metals. It has incredible defense and toughness, and is even stronger than the ice armor on the frost giant.

There was an incredible look in Ragnar's pupils. Not only was the huge power unable to break the defense of the ancestral red dragon, but even the opponent's posture remained unshakable.

The moment the huge dragon claw caught the legendary battle axe, the claw center pushed forward, and the huge force pushed the legendary battle axe to hit the chest of the Frost Giant.

Bang bang bang,
The muscles in the legendary frost giant's arms were bulging like a coiled dragon, and his legs were supporting his body in front and behind, but he was still unable to resist the pure violence of the dragon, and was pushed back by the dragon that stood up.

The enormous force caused the Frost Giant's legs to carve deep grooves on the ground, and it directly smashed five or six pavilions made of huge stones before it finally stopped.

"call,"

A biting cold air gushed out from the mouth and nose of the Frost Giant, and the blue runes on the Ice Axe were finally activated. With the power coming from pure flesh, he was no longer a match for the ancestral red dragon and had no power to resist at all.

The rune of freezing and slowing down suddenly unleashed its full power, causing the body of the ancestral red dragon to become sluggish instantly.

The Frost Giant seized this moment of opportunity, roared suddenly, adjusted the angle of the huge battle axe, and chopped it up diagonally.

The sharp ice-blue air blade was tens of meters long, and the extremely concentrated power penetrated the body with terrifying sharpness and cold light, slashing on the sluggish body of the ancestral red dragon.

The unparalleled force directly cut off the huge body of the ancestral red dragon. The huge dragon claws scratched sparks on the ground and crashed into a stone pavilion.

"Damn it, who the hell are you?" the frost giant Ragnar cursed, his pupils dilated dramatically.

In the crushed dust, the ancestral red dragon, free from the influence of the legendary weapon, stood tall, almost unharmed.

The sharpness of the legendary battle axe and the power of the legendary frost giant only cut open a layer of thick scales on the chest of the ancestral red dragon, revealing the flesh and blood under the scales that flowed like metallic fluid.

The flesh and blood composed of these metal particles instantly squeezed out the power of the legendary frost giant, and a huge ice-blue blade of light squeezed out from the muscles of the ancestral red dragon and fell to the ground.

The axe light hit the ground, and the mountain top shook. The gully hundreds of meters long was easily plowed open under the axe blade, as easy as a hot blade cutting through butter.

But even this extremely concentrated force did not hurt the bones of the ancestral red dragon. The metallic fluid-like muscles on the red dragon's chest instantly turned back into the color of flesh and blood. Strong vitality and blood burst out in its body, and the wound and the broken dragon scales were recovering rapidly.

Two huge pupils lit up in the smoke and dust, and a huge red dragon stepped out of the gray fog, returning to its original state.

A deep dragon voice sounded, "After reaching a certain level of wisdom, the evolution of the body is nothing more than random. Ragnar, you can't even defeat my pure physical strength. Haven't you woken up yet?"

Kalon Gogmora's pupils shone like bright golden lamps and red little suns. He said in a loud voice: "In this case, I will show you what absolute violence brought about by wisdom is."

Charon's front claws slammed on the ground suddenly, and the surface of the earth began to roll and shake. The metal minerals turned into fluids and gathered between the red dragon's claws, instantly solidifying into a giant metal pillar that was ten meters thick and twenty meters long.

Metals of countless colors flashed dazzling luster on this huge metal pillar, and then this metal pillar was picked up by the claws of the ancestral red dragon.

Just like an ancient Titan holding up the sacred mountain that supports the sky, the ancestral red dragon's muscles bulged, and its claws were firmly embedded in the lower half of the metal pillar. Its strong hind legs cracked the ground, and it leaped up with an agility that was inconsistent with its body size, and smashed it down on the head with a blow.

Visible air ripples spread out and burst out under the giant metal pillars. In an instant, the rolling ripples turned into violent shock waves, which rolled up the dust on the earth.

Ragnar believed that under the attack of the ancestral red dragon, even a stone mountain would be easily crushed into ashes.

But the unparalleled spiritual will locked onto the movements of the legendary giant Ragnar, making the frost giant feel that he could not escape the attack no matter where he fled.

The King of the Frost Giants' sudden surge of will and breath was like the eve of a fierce storm, and it contained a firm belief.

Just like the will of the race to rise up and break the difficult road ahead, and withstand the strong mental oppression of the ancestral red dragon. The momentum of the King of Frost Giants is like a battle axe, splitting the spiritual will of the ancestral red dragon, which is gradually rising, as if the sky will fall and the mountains will collapse, and it will be carried by the straight shoulders of this frost giant.

At this moment, the Frost Giant's explosive will finally briefly escaped the seemingly omnipresent attack. Ragnar dodged to the side, trampled on the ground, and leaped high with the help of the earth's carrying capacity. The huge axe blade carried unparalleled power and chopped down the side of the ancestral red dragon's chest.

It was just like the leaping slash most commonly used by human warriors, but in the hands of this frost giant, its power was increased to countless levels. A layer of sharp icy air blade pierced through the ice-blue axe blade, carrying the will of the Frost Giant King, to split the mountain in front of it.

"Hahaha, that's it. Do you think I'm interested in your weak and despicable strength? I'm interested in your strong and flexible will."

A deep and rumbling dragon voice sounded, and the heavy body of the Ancestral Red Dragon suddenly fell down, with its hind legs and tail deeply embedded in the ground. Under the unfathomable power of the Ancestral Red Dragon, the heavy metal pillar actually changed its trajectory from falling down to sweeping across the sky.

boom,
Violent shock waves spread from the point of collision between the two weapons, and the shaking sound of the weapons stung the eardrums of all the fire dwarves and lava giants watching from afar.

The legendary battle axe in the hands of the frost giant Ragnar cut off the giant pillar weapon made of metal minerals by the ancestral red dragon, but its huge body was also blown away by this unparalleled force.

Rumble,
The frost giant Ragnar fell from the stone steps of the pavilion, with ice-blue blood flowing out of his mouth and nose, and a thick chill was emitting.

But Ragnar turned over, but before he could stand firm, the shadow from the ancestral red dragon covered his vision.

The giant pillar smashed down from the sky, and the whistling wind and the waves of air suddenly sounded along with wild laughter, "I must teach you a lesson so that you will have a deeper impression!"

boom,
Endless shadows fell, Ragnar roared to the sky, the battle axe in his hand burst into a sharp light, and he blocked it horizontally.

boom,
The unparalleled violence brought by the falling metal pillar smashed Ragnar's feet into the ground several inches, and a mouthful of cold blood began to flow between Ragnar's mouth and nose.

But Caron Gogmora did not stop. The red dragon, which had already begun to become somewhat violent, picked up the huge metal pillar and smashed it down on the head of the Frost Giant again and again.

The continuous sound of steel vibrated throughout the entire mountaintop, causing hundreds of watching lava giants to reveal looks of pity.

Pixie Elf Riven shouted anxiously in the sky: "Karon, stop hitting him. If you keep hitting him, the big guy will be beaten to death..."

The ancestor red dragon ignored the elf's cries. He was busy smashing the frost giant's dozens of meters long body into the solid ground inch by inch, until only the chest and head were left exposed above the ground.

Click click click,

The cracks in the earth spread like spider webs, but under the claws of the ancestral red dragon, these cracks were often closed instantly as soon as they began to appear, trapping the frost giants firmly under the earth.

But the sound continued, and the ice-blue armor on the arm of the frost giant Ragnar, who was holding up the legendary battle axe, began to develop fatal cracks like the solid earth, which spread rapidly like a spider web.

Finally it broke into cold pieces and scattered all over the ground.

Boom! The huge metal pillar was inserted into the ground by the ancestral red dragon. He paced and came to Ragnar, whose arms were trembling slightly, and looked down at the frost giant.

"Why don't you resist?" Karon stared at the Frost Giant King with a bored look on his face.

"Is there any difference?" Ragnar coughed, and the ice-blue blood flowed in his mouth like an ice spring.

Kalon's huge head shook slightly, and a deep dragon voice sounded: "Ragnar, climbing a mountain is like ascending to God. I thought you would get some enlightenment after reaching the top of the mountain, but you still strayed from the right path."

"Ahem," Ragnar looked directly into the eyes of the ancestral red dragon and found that the red dragon was not as violent as it was in the battle. Then he asked, "The right path for you may not be the right path for me."

There was an admiring look in Caron's red eyes. He smiled and said, "That being said, all roads lead to the same destination. You don't need to copy it, but you can learn from it."

"In my eyes, most creatures who blindly pursue power are representatives of weakness. They blindly pursue power in order to get more things, and they dare not give up because they want to have too many things."

"But some people give up everything for the sake of great power. For me, this is also the wrong path."

Charon squatted in front of Ragnar and began to seduce the frost giant, instilling his own thoughts and will.

"You have a flexible but strong will. You can give up some things for your own people, but you will not give up your own people. This is the fog that prevents you from seeing the true face of the mountain when you are in it."

"Without a firm will, there is no firm wisdom. You will doubt yourself, deny yourself, and as long as a storm comes, you will fail."

“Without a flexible will, there is no right wisdom. Once you are on the wrong path and don’t know how to change, you will only reach the wrong destination along the wrong path.”

Kalon laughed, showing his long fangs.

"So I think you have great potential, Ragnar. You have your own persistence, but you will also give up some things that should be given up."

“So once you are able to embrace wisdom, you will achieve much more than those who blindly worship power!”

The ancestral red dragon looked up at the starry sky and whispered, "Why do those mortal creatures and powerful legends look up at the starry sky? Because there are answers and hope hidden there."

“Why are those legendary powerful beings able to manipulate the stars and hold the planes of the world in their hands like toys with their tiny bodies?”

"It's because of the power of wisdom, not just strength."

"If you want to manipulate the Ekania World simply by force, you must have a force greater than the Ekania World itself, at least the combined mass and energy of the Ekania World."

"If you follow your way, even if you suck the energy of the entire Ekania world, you can't become such an existence. Do you understand?"

Frost Giant Ragnar thought for a moment, then asked in confusion: "You want to subdue me? Why don't you just ask me to surrender, but use your ideas to convince me?"

"If conquering you can achieve my goal, I wouldn't mind ruling you Frost Giants," Kallon said calmly, "but in my eyes, letting you Frost Giants develop on your own is more in my interest."

"Although the Golden Empire is a diverse country, it is impossible to include the characteristics of all races and civilizations. Even if you, the Frost Giants, are integrated into it, you are just a branch under my will."

"This also represents another kind of rigid thinking and perspective," Caron said. "Of course, it is also because you are a king with enough reason and wisdom potential, so you are one of the empire's alternative friendly neighbors."

The King of the Frost Giants frowned, thinking of something, and asked, "One of the candidate friendly targets? What about other civilizations that are not friendly targets of the Golden Empire?"

The ancestral red dragon raised its head, looked into the distance and smiled.

"Civilizations without potential, or countries that cannot become friendly partners of the Empire, must naturally be wiped out, lest they remain in the world to occupy resources and become an eyesore to me!"

The frost giant Ragnar did not think the red dragon's tone was too arrogant, for he had traveled to this country himself and knew its potential well.

Although the people of this country live a much more peaceful and beautiful life than residents of other civilized countries, their martial nature has never been worn away. Instead, it is like a sharp edge hidden in a scabbard, waiting for the opportunity to reveal its fangs.

It broke the knowledge monopoly of the nobles and spellcasters, and also gave the Golden Empire an extremely deep potential for war.

Ragnar even felt that as long as he dropped a stone in any city in this empire, there was a one in ten chance of hitting someone in the supernatural system or someone who had received relevant knowledge education.

There are also various powers hidden in this country that even Ragnar dare not delve into.

"Fortunately, the Frost Giants are not the enemies of the Golden Empire," Ragnar sighed, and then asked: "Then what should we Frost Giants do? Who are our enemies?"

"Ten years later, or perhaps several decades later, I will invite the kings of the northern land to a meeting and hunt the northern and southern kingdoms!" Caron said with a smile, "You will know then!"

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