Pioneer Wizard's Notebook

Chapter 103 Six-Armed Dragonman

Beneath the overwhelming white curtain, an army of steel slowly advanced. Linde took a step, his steel-forged combat boots treading on the snow with a resounding "thud," each step feeling like sinking into a quagmire, filled with stagnant resistance.

The snow dust that flew in from the air accumulated, forcing him to raise his hand every two steps to wipe away the frost and snow that was hidden in front of his faceplate.

"Ice storms, what a fascinating power. I wish I wasn't the one being targeted."

Linde looked up at the white curtain and sighed inwardly.

Behind the magnificent natural disasters lies an unknown spiritual force, containing many mysteries worth studying.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have the opportunity to learn more about it yet.

The most urgent thing is to survive!

"Prepare to engage the enemy!"

Linde noticed figures moving in the snow and ice ahead and shouted to the army behind him.

Within their territory, the solar winds of the Ash Furnace Rats continued to blow, creating a small, safe environment that humans could endure in the extreme cold.

This enabled the army to advance despite the ice storm.

However, they also became a thorn in the side of the Icefield Demons, as conspicuous as fireflies in the dark night.

These deadly monsters lurk in the white curtain, leaving them no room for complacency.

Click!

The sound of running through the snow came from all directions.

The Bearmane Iron Guards, holding shields and forming the outermost perimeter, stood taut, close to their comrades, their eyes fixed on the front.

With a whoosh, the ice and snow were torn apart.

Countless writhing demons grinned wildly and swarmed towards the army.

The fighting has broken out again!

Linde stood at the forefront, his Bear King Hunting Spear thrusting forward, piercing through the body of the three-headed demon.

Just then, two demons suddenly sprang out from beneath the snow, biting his thigh with sharp teeth and wildly waving ice blades at his chest.

Their bodies, forged from ice and snow, make them natural masters of concealment.

Thanks to the environment created by the ice storm, it is completely undetectable to outsiders.

Linde, fully armed, didn't care.

The Bear King's rock armor was indestructible; the attacks of these ice field demons couldn't even leave a mark on it.

He held a hunting spear in one hand and swung it in a fan shape in front of him to clear away the surging enemies.

With his free left hand, he grabbed the demon's head, and with a snap, the two headless bodies were thrown down and quickly dissipated into snow dust.

The Sun Rider's earth-riding abilities were suppressed by the ice storm, but his physical strength did not lie and was enough to crush these fragile monsters.

The Icefield Demon noticed this.

They quickly changed tactics, no longer using ice blades to slash, but instead raising their long, shattered ice tails and spraying icy mist from the stingers at the ends.

It contains the extreme cold power condensed from an ice storm.

A single Icefield Demon is not to be feared, but if they accumulate, they will eventually disperse the solar winds.

A layer of ice quickly formed on the surface of Linde's armor.

"No! My eyes! I can't see!"

"Damn it, my hand! Damn monster, die!"

Behind him came the soldiers' cries of alarm and pain.

Linde's heart tightened, and he dared not delay. Despite the exaggerated consumption of magic power, blazing solar fire rose from the surface of the armor, melting the solid ice.

Flames coalesced on the hunting spear, which swept across with a single step, tearing through the white curtain and stopping the Icefield Demon from continuing to spew icy mist.

At the same time, William and Hedda charged into the enemy lines from the flanks.

As Icefield Knights and Frostwolf Hunters, their strength was not weakened by the ice storm; on the contrary, the power of their combat skills was enhanced.

Their efficiency in clearing out the enemy was not much worse than Lind's.

After a fierce battle, hundreds of Icefield Demons died, with only a few managing to escape into the White Curtain.

Their bodies transformed, and the broken ice shells covered the battlefield.

"Pause the march and rest in place!"

After the enemy's offensive ends, they will not come again for a short time. The army must seize this opportunity and race against time to restore its strength.

Linde removed his helmet, took out a magic potion, and poured it into his mouth to restore his magic power.

Behind him, the mammoths that had been protected inside emerged, their massive bodies forming a barrier.

The Bearmane Iron Guards all moved closer to the center.

Combat in cold environments takes a heavy toll on soldiers' physical strength, not to mention they are wearing heavy armor.

They sat exhausted on the ground, back to back, breathing heavily.

Three of them were pale-faced and had their heavy armor removed by their companions, who then poured warming and healing medicine prepared by the manor hospital into their mouths.

Even so, the three of them huddled together, trembling, and had difficulty even standing up.

William approached and said solemnly, "The cold poison in the icy mist has invaded their bodies, and they may not be able to continue fighting."

Lind said, "There's no time to send them back. We must get to the rune array location in one go, place them on the mammoths, and have the longbowmen take care of them."

He estimated the distance; the team had already moved more than 500 meters away from the city wall, leaving only half the journey.

Sending them back was impractical, but fortunately, with Lilina's help, the hospital formulated a medicine to dispel the cold and combat the cold poison.

It can temporarily suppress the injuries in the three people's bodies.

As long as I can get back alive, I can recover in a few days.

Linde inspected the troops and found many soldiers with injuries, but thankfully no one had been killed yet.

The Bearmane Iron Guards were armed to the teeth and protected by the Solar Wind, making it difficult for the Icefield Demons to break through their defenses in a short time.

On the contrary, several hundred of these monsters died along the way.

Broken ice shells and corpses were everywhere.

Unlike the Icefield Demon, the body of the Demon Demon has no practical value; after death, it is simply a block of ice.

But that doesn't mean there's no gain; their scattered spirituality is a rare material for spellcasting.

Thinking of this, Lin De took out the Ancestral Spirit Crystal from his pocket.

Under the observation of the Eye of Insight, an icy blue spiritual light rose from the battlefield, before it could enter the ice storm.

It was first captured by the Ancestral Spirit Crystal and merged into it.

Each Icefield Demon killed increases the spiritual energy reserve in the Ancestral Spirit Crystal by one point.

Half an hour passed.

The break time is over.

Linde pulled his hunting spear from the snow and took the lead, clearing the way ahead.

The Bearmane Iron Guards behind him reassembled their shield wall, forming the outermost perimeter of the army, and followed in his footsteps.

Having exhausted themselves resisting the ice storm, they had to destroy the rune array that was about to connect to the spirit world before the Ash Furnace Rats were completely worn out.

As they continued forward, the Icefield Demons attacked again.

And this time, an even more powerful demon has appeared.

A powerful demon with a biological level of 1v8 would not pose a threat to Linde and his companions in a normal environment.

However, under the white curtain, one side rises and the other falls.

"Chirp~ Chirp~"

A harsh, piercing sound, like fingernails scraping against ice, rang out.

It was the terrifying scream of a great demon!

A more terrifying, wide-range mental attack than the Fearful Gaze of the Icefield Ghost Knight.

One of the Bearmane Iron Guards stood frozen in place, his shield falling to the ground without his notice.

"Be careful!"

Behind him came the roar of his superior, William.

But it was too late. The great demon pounced and opened its arms, laughing wildly as it embraced him.

The body, cracked with ice, spewed out icy mist that instantly surged into the heavy armor, devouring the soldier's life force.

A dried-up corpse was thrown down, and upon landing, the frozen body inside the armor shattered into pieces.

"You beast, you're asking for death!"

William swung the Wolf King Greatsword, and with a great whirlwind sword technique, an icefall roared up.

The great demon was unable to dodge in time and was torn to pieces on the spot.

Before William could catch his breath, he discovered that even more powerful demons were hiding among the demons of the ice plains.

Casualties among soldiers are inevitable.

Not only on his side, but enemies were swarming in from all directions.

Heda and Frostfang Wolf were also running around frantically.

Even if its own attributes are compatible with the environment, it still seems precarious for a time.

As for Linde, he had lost count of how many great demons he had killed.

Standing at the very front, he was undoubtedly under the most pressure.

"Found you!"

Just then, flames ignited in Linde's eyes.

After moving a kilometer away from the city wall, he could vaguely see the magical glow of the rune array through the white curtain in front of him.

Right now, in the posture of the sun!

Lind stopped conserving his energy and unleashed his full magical power in an instant, a dazzling crimson halo gathering behind his head.

A thousand-meter-long flame hunts across the battlefield, crushing countless icy demons.

He sprinted forward, arriving in front of the incomplete rune array, right in front of the demon priest.

"×&%￥!"

Incomprehensible language emanated from the mouth of the demon priest.

Judging from its behavior, Linde could sense its anger.

The flaming hunting spear thrust forward, piercing through the demon priest in an instant.

Linde's anger at the loss of his carefully trained soldier far surpassed that anger!

The sun's fire burned the corpse to ashes.

However, at the very moment the demon priest died, the rune array trembled violently.

A six-armed dragon-man phantom, over ten meters tall, crawled out from within and roared angrily to the sky.

Only his upper body was exposed, and his six arms held swords, spears, axes, halberds, and clubs respectively. The terrifying aura he exuded even briefly dispersed the ice storm, making it so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

boom!

The flaming hunting spear clashed with the dragonman's battle axe arm, resulting in a draw.

However, it was just an arm!

Just as the phantom raised the other five weapons, Lind tensed up and shouted behind him, "Constance! It's your turn! Burn it back!"

"Here it comes, here it comes."

Constance, in the form of a miniature dragon, approached.

She glanced fearfully at the six-armed dragon-man above her, took a deep breath, and her abdomen swelled up rapidly.

The next second, frost dragon fire erupted, sweeping across the rune array etched on the ground.

The dragon's power instantly destroyed the magic array, severing the passage between the real world and the spirit world.

The six-armed dragon-man roared in frustration.

Unfortunately, the rune array was only half-built; it was merely a projection.

Even this reflection was only halfway out, unable to prevent the passage from breaking apart.

A moment later, the six-armed dragonman disappeared.

Even the surging ice field demons sensed something was wrong and turned to flee into the white curtain.

The noisy battlefield has returned to calm.

Linde dissipated the crimson aura and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Well done."

He praised Constance, who flew back, and she proudly raised her head, asking for more food.

Linde did not refuse.

He knew that Constance hadn't given it her all and had actually been slacking off while hiding on the mammoth during the advance.

That's quite normal, since the other party has only recently joined the manor. At this point, they're probably thinking about conserving their energy and running away if things go wrong.

What he thinks isn't really important, after all, he's not some reincarnation of a true dragon that can make dragons loyal and devoted to him at first sight.

Solving the rune array in the end will be a great achievement and deserves a reward.

Lacking valuable materials on the battlefield, Linde glanced at the Ancestral Spirit Crystal and immediately led his team back to the manor.

The gates of the city wall golem were wide open.

Residents flocked to the scene, with hospital nurses at the forefront, busy receiving the injured and taking them back for emergency treatment.

The first floor of the manor.

Conference hall.

"What is the situation regarding casualties?"

Linde sat on the bench and asked William beside him.

"Six members of the Bearmane Iron Guard were killed, and the bodies of three others were lost in the wild. Seventeen others were seriously injured, but fortunately, Lilina was able to help treat them, and they are expected to recover within a week."

William's tone was tinged with sadness, but mostly with relief.

Although the casualties were considerable, they managed to successfully prevent the monster from descending.

William shuddered at the mere thought of the phantom of that six-armed dragon-man.

If such a monster were to actually appear in this world, the fate of the manor would be unimaginable.

"It's a stroke of luck amidst misfortune, allowing the wounded to rest well in the hospital. The army has intensified patrols along the city walls; it's not time to let our guard down yet."

Lin De replied, though he still harbored some concerns.

The white curtain previously torn open by the Sun Spear only covered a small area of ​​the ice storm near the city wall.

It's hard to say whether there are even greater threats in other, unseen places.

The manor has currently lost the ability to explore the outside world. The only thing it can do is strengthen its internal defenses and place its hopes on the protection of the Sun Beacon.

Thinking of this, Lin De looked at the Ancestral Spirit Water Seeking in his hand.

The accumulated spiritual energy of the Icefield Demons also contains the enhancing effect of the Ice Storm.

With just a little purification, these spiritual elements can become the casting material for Frost Enhancement Runes.

"The Hunt of Frosty High".

Linde unearthed the enhancement spell that he had sealed away.

After Yisheng Sun Riding Earth, he cannot use it himself.

But now, with this spirituality, the child can completely modify it into a legion spell.

By using the Ancestral Spirit Crystal to release an enhancement aura, the physical attributes of ordinary soldiers can be improved in a short period of time, and they can also better adapt to the threat of the ice storm.

Linde entered the laboratory.

With a clear goal in mind, he began modifying spells at his desk.

As time passed, he found himself surrounded by intricate paper drafts inscribed with runes.

A week has passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Lin Dejie and Ning Jingzhan, as usual, entered the laboratory to prepare for the final touches of the spell.

Suddenly, a serious-looking artist appeared in the direction of the Erchou City Wall.

The raven that had been perched there noticed the situation and immediately reported it to its son.

Linde hurried to the city wall.

The soldiers here were already gripping their weapons tightly, looking out over the wall.

"As expected, there was more than one rune array; the worst-case scenario has still occurred."

The howling ice storm gradually dissipated, and the white curtain no longer obscured the view.

However, this is not good news.

Because the power of the ice storm was absorbed by a rune array that shone with magical power two kilometers away.

A brand new passage, and it's nearing its end—it's too late to stop it!

"It looks smaller than the one belonging to the six-armed dragonman, but I wonder what kind of monsters might emerge from inside."

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Linde stared intently at it.

At this moment, the manor sounded the battle horn and entered a state of maximum combat readiness.