Defeat the entire world with the power of one dragon!

Chapter 444 The self-proclaimed king, the giant unifies the North.
As friction gradually arises between the Kingdom of Aura and the Kingdom of Theo.

In the remote and desolate far north, on the tundra covered by ice and snow, a fierce battle that will determine the future fate of two races is unfolding.

In the northern part of the tundra, there is a vast and open plain of frozen soil.

At this moment, the place was stained with blood and severed limbs, the glaring scarlet appearing particularly gruesome in the pure white world.

The two races that have lived in this harsh land for generations—the frost giants, who are huge and cold-blooded, and the barbarians, who are strong and resilient—have a deep-seated hatred between them.

The legendary leaders of both sides perished in a decisive battle. After their deaths, they briefly ceased hostilities and recuperated for decades.

However, several years ago.

The frost giants, gradually recovering, could no longer restrain themselves and began to repeatedly invade the barbarian territories and hunting grounds.

Initially, there were only some small-scale conflicts and frictions, and both sides maintained a certain degree of restraint.

But as time went on, the sporadic conflicts gradually escalated, eventually evolving into a full-scale war that swept across the tundra.

At this moment.

On the blood-soaked frozen ground, both sides poured in almost all their strength, determined to determine the final victor and end their feud.

Blizzards and gales raged across the battlefield, and the battle was fierce.

Most barbarian warriors are born with innate talents and skills related to rage and berserk.

Once they tasted blood, they were like beasts unleashed from their cages, fearless and ruthless. With this frenzied fighting style and their relatively large population, the barbarians fought the frost giants, who had an absolute advantage in size and strength, to a stalemate.

The chieftain of the barbarian tribe, clad in a rough battle robe sewn from the fur of some kind of giant beast, wields a massive battle axe engraved with runes. He is unstoppable and is the soul and pillar of the entire barbarian army.

He was surrounded by blood-red ripples of anger as he fought relentlessly against Voluk, the frost giant leader who was ten times his size.

Far from being at a disadvantage, his ferocious fighting spirit sometimes forced his opponents to retreat repeatedly.

Every time the barbarian chieftain swung his battle axe, his roar inspired the morale of the entire barbarian camp.

However, just as the vast majority of barbarian warriors were completely driven into a frenzy, unleashing the hidden power within them to the extreme, the crimson fury on the battlefield subtly overwhelmed the ferocious momentum of the frost giants' icy aura.

A sudden change occurred!

The Frost Giant leader, Woruk, who had been locked in a fierce battle with the barbarian chieftain and seemed evenly matched, even at a disadvantage, suddenly had a cruel glint in his icy blue eyes.

He suddenly raised his enormous head toward the sky and let out a deafening roar.

Roar--!
In an instant, the blizzard raging in the sky seemed to be paused, the howling and biting wind stopped abruptly, and even the blood droplets and ice crystals flying in the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Immediately following, centered on the frost giant leader's massive body, countless visible, biting winds and blizzards converged and swirled wildly, forming a domain completely under his control.

The barbarian chieftain, caught off guard, was completely enveloped.

The wind and snow were like knives, omnipresent, relentlessly cutting through everything within the area.

The barbarian chieftain's tough skin, which was strong enough to withstand the slashing of swords, began to show deep, bone-revealing lacerations as the wind and snow of the domain attacked it, and the blood that just began to flow was frozen.

"Legendary... Domain?!"

The barbarian chieftain barely managed to steady himself in the blizzard that was strong enough to tear steel apart, and his expression suddenly changed drastically.

Besides the extremely fierce wind and snow attack, he felt as if the air around him had turned into an incredibly heavy block of lead, pressing down on his body and making it difficult for him to move. Even lifting the rune battle axe became extremely difficult, as if he were fighting against the entire world.

Under normal circumstances, the legendary realm's suppression of mortals is virtually unsolvable.

"A legend! He is a legend!"

"All barbarian warriors! Retreat! Retreat immediately! Preserve the tribe's flame!"

The chief roared and gave the order for the entire army to retreat.

However, his voice was like a stone sinking into the sea, completely trapped within the snowy landscape, unable to travel out at all.

Meanwhile, outside, most of the warriors, who had already completely descended into a frenzy, were unable to discern the rapidly deteriorating situation and continued to attack relentlessly, driven by instinct.

And this is exactly the situation the Frost Giant leader wanted to see.

He had broken through to the legendary realm several years ago, but in order to annihilate all the main barbarian forces in one fell swoop and not give them a chance to escape, he chose to endure and lie low. Instead of immediately attacking, he constantly provoked the barbarians to gather their main force for a decisive battle through small-scale provocations.

until now.

Both sides were exerting their full strength here, the battle was at its most intense, and the barbarians' fighting spirit was at its highest.

He finally revealed his long-hidden legendary power, intending to deliver a decisive blow and eliminate any future troubles.

The frost giant leader let out a deep, thunderous sneer.

He looked down at the barbarian chieftain struggling in his domain and declared, "The hatred between our two races, which has lasted for generations, will be ended by my own hands today, here."

“You lowly barbarian, throw away your laughable weapons and kneel at my feet.”

“Swear to be my faithful servant and please me! This will be the only way to save you and the lives of your people.”

Turning former evenly matched enemies into servile slaves gives the frost giants a far greater sense of conquest and pleasure than simply killing them.

In their culture, taming powerful creatures as slaves is a symbol of power and status.

For example, the slaves they loved and admired most were dragons.

Among dragons, almost only white dragons can be tamed.

Any frost giant who can tame a white dragon as a slave or mount will earn the respect and envy of all his people—a great honor.

"Submit? Ha... Bah!"

Even though his body was overwhelmed by the terrifying pressure of the legendary realm and seemed about to be crushed at any moment, the barbarian chieftain still used his last bit of strength to take a deep breath and spit a mouthful of bloody saliva at the frost giant.

"Children of the Ice Plains, we would rather die standing than live on our knees!"

"You despicable bastard, we'll be waiting for you in the flames of hell!"

The barbarian chieftain roared in fury, his eyes turning a pure, blood-red color, burning with the flames of life.

Despite the overwhelming pressure of the domain, he took heavy, leaden steps and launched a final charge against the frost giant leader.

"Seek death!"

The last trace of mockery vanished from Voruuk's eyes, replaced by intense killing intent.

He lost his last bit of patience.

The legendary giant raised its massive foot, covered in thick ice armor, and stomped down heavily on the barbarian chieftain, whose movements were sluggish due to the suppression of its domain.

Pfft——!
There was no intense combat, no flashy skills.

Under the absolute power disparity, the barbarian tribe's strongest and bravest warrior and leader was mercilessly crushed, turning into a pool of indistinct flesh and broken bones, deeply embedded in the cold, hard frozen earth, leaving behind a shocking crater.

"Chief!!!"

This horrific scene was witnessed by many barbarian warriors, shattering their last pillar of support and hope.

However, apart from a very small number of those whose minds were consumed by fear, who lost their will to fight and surrendered, there were none who were able to escape.

More than 90% of the barbarian warriors, after witnessing their leader's gruesome death, had their eyes turn blood red like their chieftain's, and let out desperate roars like wild beasts. They charged at all the frost giants around them with even more frenzied ferocity.

Seeing this, the Frost Giant leader waved his hand indifferently, and the legendary domain expanded once again.

He personally took to the field and ruthlessly launched a one-sided massacre.

Before long, the sounds of clashing weapons, roars, and screams that had been echoing across the plains for so long finally ceased.

The war has come to an end.

The frost giant chieftain and his warriors, wielding legendary power as their spearhead, utterly crushed the barbarian army that had lost its leader.

The battlefield at this moment has become the burial ground for the barbarian race.

Blood stained the vast frozen earth, then quickly froze under the harsh cold of the far north, forming a huge, dark red ice field, both beautiful and dangerous.

However, even legendary life forms are not omnipotent and cannot protect every corner.

Under the barbarians' relentless and frenzied counterattack, even the victorious frost giants paid a price. Dozens of elite frost giant warriors perished, dragged down by the crazed barbarians, and fell forever on this icy plain.

"Chief Voluk, what should we do with the remnants of those barbarian tribes who surrendered?"

A frost giant leader, bearing numerous wounds, wiped the blood splattered on his face and asked the chieftain in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, the frost giant leader's gaze slowly swept over the barbarian prisoners who were trembling with fear.

They were few in number, and the spirit of warriors had long since faded from their eyes.

"Kill them all."

He said calmly.

These barbarians were too few in number, and they were all worthless cowards who had lost their will to fight.

The legendary frost giant had no interest in enslaving such a coward; that would only tarnish his honor.

After the leader gave the order, the frost giants around did not hesitate at all. They immediately raised their weapons, still stained with hot blood, and swung them at the prisoners who had given up resistance.

A piercing scream rang out briefly before being quickly swallowed up by the wind and snow.

At the same time, the frost giant leader turned his gaze to the chieftain who stood respectfully beside him.

He was not entirely satisfied with the title "leader" previously used by the leader.

He said in a deep voice, "From now on, everyone must call me King! The Great Eternal Frost King!"

These words are beyond question.

The chieftain quickly bowed his head deeply and replied in the most respectful tone, "Yes! By your will, Your Majesty, the Great and Noble Eternal Frost King!"

The legendary frost giant stepped on the shattered battle flag of the barbarian tribe.

His majestic gaze slowly rose, passing over the vast, boundless tundra and landing in the distant south.

In this direction, the wind and snow gradually subsided, and one could vaguely sense a vibrant life force different from that of the tundra.

That's the border area, and the direction of the Sel Wilderness.

"It is time. I will make those insignificant people who have long forgotten their fear remember the terror of being dominated by giants, and remember the power of giants."

Waruk's voice echoed in the wind.

He solemnly declared: "The ice plains are becoming increasingly barren and resource-scarce, unable to support a truly powerful giant kingdom. The rich and vibrant lands in the south are worthy to become our new hunting grounds and home."

Voluk did not give himself the title of King of the Everfrost on a whim.

The permafrost tundra is a harsh environment, rarely visited by humans, and extremely isolated from news.

Especially after they went to war with the barbarians, the few merchant groups that used to occasionally venture here to barter disappeared completely, vanishing entirely from the icy plains. They all stopped at the relatively mild border areas and stopped going any further.

The Frost Giants already looked down on and even despised the merchant caravans composed of small creatures, considering them to be weak ants.

Therefore, they did not pay much attention to the disappearance of the merchant caravans.

For a long time, their focus has been on the ice plains and the barbarians, without paying attention to the winds and changes in the outside world.

Long ago, Waruk had heard a piece of news.

In the far south, the once united and invincible Lortheren Federation has been engulfed in a brutal civil war. The nations have split into two factions, fighting each other endlessly, and have no time to attend to the wilderness. They have conscripted the legendary warriors stationed on each side to the front lines of the civil war.

It was against this backdrop that Waruck saw this as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He could take advantage of the internal strife in the southern states, which would be too busy to look north, to venture south into the wilderness, seize its abundant resources, plunder its people, and even have the opportunity to establish a powerful kingdom of frost giants on that rich land!
Although the Ice Plains were his birthplace, after eliminating the barbarians, a major threat, there were no more enemies or challenges on this land that he could care about.

Waruk's ambition and vision were no longer satisfied with this barren land.

"My king, do you mean... we should prepare to march into the wilderness next?"

Despite his excitement, the trusted leader beside him remained cautious.

He whispered a reminder: "But... that news about the civil war in the Lorthen Federation is decades old now."

"Decades may not seem like much to us with our long lives, but for creatures whose lives are as short as insects and ants... this is not a short time."

"Their civil war may have ended, and they may even have restored order."

The legendary frost giant nodded slowly, not ignoring his subordinate's reminder.

“Your concerns are not without merit, therefore I have not considered blindly launching a large-scale southward advance.”

After a pause, he said in a deep voice, "Issue my order: in the name of the Eternal Frost King, immediately order all Icefield tribes and clans to submit!"

"Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!"

"Once we have unified the entire permafrost tundra and integrated all our forces, we will march south with our army to the border region. We will use that region as an outpost to carefully observe and probe the winds and strengths of the wilderness, and seek the best opportunity."

The leader's head drooped even lower.

He said in a flattering tone, "Great King of Eternal Frost, your wisdom is unparalleled!"

"Under your power and wisdom, the permafrost tundra will surely usher in an unprecedented unification. All tribes will kneel before your throne. At that time, our army will march south into the wilderness, and we will be invincible and unstoppable!"

Upon hearing this explanation, Waruk showed a satisfied expression and let out a muffled laugh.

In the days that followed, he put his words into practice.

Voluk personally led his highly motivated frost giant warriors, riding the wave of their recent annihilation of the barbarians, and began to sweep across the entire frozen tundra.

The name of the Frost King is associated with the shadow of frost and death, sweeping across every ice peak, every snowfield, and every ravine with unprecedented speed, like a biting wind.

The vast majority of the northern tribes and clans that had previously remained independent or were in a wait-and-see mode chose to submit.

A few who stubbornly resisted were wiped off the map of the tundra by the legendary frost giants.

The power of the legendary realm, when faced with resistance fighters who were at most at the lord level, formed a crushing force akin to a dimensional reduction attack.

The frost giants' unification of the ice plains proceeded with lightning speed.

During this period, such enormous turmoil within the ice field could not be concealed.

News and rumors quickly reached Dragontooth Fortress, located in the southern part of the permafrost tundra and guarding the gateway to the wilderness.

This is a strategic location established and managed by the blue dragon Heriam and the red dragon Cahill, and it is also the frontline outpost of the Kingdom of Aura for monitoring the movements in the north.

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Detailed intelligence about this newly emerging northern threat was swiftly transmitted back to the Kingdom of Aura with the highest priority and presented to the Dragon Court, atop the Crimson Flame Royal City, overlooking the entire kingdom.

Ultimately, unsurprisingly...

The name of the Everfrost King reached the ears of the highest ruler here.

"A legendary frost giant who calls himself king and wants to unify the ice plains?"

Galos looked thoughtful.

The hatred between giants and dragons, a legacy from the distant Second Age, is deeply etched into their bloodlines and inherited memories.

Such an aggressive and expansionist neighbor, entrenched in the ice plains, is like a sword hanging over the head of the Kingdom of Aura.

Leaving it unchecked is tantamount to raising a tiger to cause future trouble.

Especially with the Kingdom of Theo eyeing them covetously, waiting for them to complete their consolidation before launching a southward invasion, the Kingdom of Aura may face a predicament of being attacked from two sides.

Moreover, the frost giants have been making quite a stir in the ice plains, and Dragonfang Keep is keeping a close eye on their movements.

Galos had basically figured out their strengths and weaknesses.

Furthermore, the act of declaring himself king was somewhat laughable in the eyes of the Red Iron Dragon Emperor.

From beginning to end, Garos's titles such as Lord of the Borderlands, King of Molten Iron, King of the Wilderness, Crimson Star, Wing of Sky Rift, Emperor Ignas, etc., were not proclaimed by himself, but were gradually formed by the outside world based on his past and passed down by word of mouth.

After some thought, Hong Tielong made a decision.

The so-called Everfrost King was killed on the eve of unifying the ice plains, shattering his dream of becoming king. Incidentally, the everfrost tundra was also incorporated into the Kingdom of Aura, completely unifying the northern region and eliminating the threat from the north.

(End of this chapter)