Pioneer Wizard's Notebook

Heda strode forward, her long legs swaying, her deerskin boots sinking into the snow.

Each step she took, like her mood, grew increasingly heavy.

The binding force of the dragon crystal chains was stronger than she had imagined.

Her magic as a Frostwolf Hunter was bound by chains and difficult to control.

To get out of this situation, Lucas must temporarily relinquish control.

The monsters in the forest are her last chance.

Only by attracting the attention of these powerful monsters.

Lucas was forced to temporarily remove the chains, allowing her to fight off the enemy.

But that damned scepter repeatedly thwarted her attempts.

The increasingly familiar surroundings made Heda's expression turn ugly.

Before long, they will probably really leave the valley and come to the other side of the ice mist forest.

Heda recalled the scene five years ago when she accompanied her father's caravan to visit that human territory, referring to the Sunflower Senwright family.

The manor there was very grand, but its owner was exceptionally weak.

It is said that the two families are related by blood and were one family decades ago?

Heda felt that her father had no shame in trying to gain connections.

That annoying human child from the lord's house actually tried to touch her wolf ears, showing no respect for the customs of the half-orcs.

But the father actually allowed it.

Heda was annoyed by having her ears touched, so she secretly went into the human child's bed in the middle of the night, giving him an unforgettable night.

The next morning, when they saw him lying on the soaked sheets, his face flushed, being cleaned up by the maids.

Heda laughed happily all day.

Although the North was in chaos at that time, she was able to enjoy life without worry thanks to the protection of her father and clan.

Time flies! Five years have already passed in the blink of an eye.

The biting cold that emanated from her neck brought Heda back to reality.

The surrounding relatives, transformed into ice field demons, looked at him with icy eyes.

Heda stroked the double wolf-tooth blades at his waist and exhaled a breath of dry air.

We can't go any further.

"Why did you suddenly stop? Don't tell me we went the wrong way again."

"The lizard man Lucas scoffed."

"Should we go east or west next? I bet you're going to say west, there are plenty of monsters there that suit your taste."

Heda didn't speak, silently drawing the wolf-headed twin blades and gripping the hilts tightly.

"A pointless resistance; it looks like we're almost there."

Lucas looked at the woods ahead and shook his head, saying, "Sometimes you orcs really make me feel sorry for you."

"Your mixed blood makes you lose your sense of belonging, kneeling at the feet of the North and humans like dogs, desperately pursuing ridiculous kinship, and yearning for recognition and acceptance."

"The people here seem to be from your family. Are you no longer worried about their safety?"

Heda tensed up, ignoring the frost on his neck, and stared at him with hatred in her eyes.

"I was right. I just can't understand the mindset of you stray dogs."

Lucas suddenly burst into laughter and raised his scepter forward.

"Ha, guess who's here? I love food served to me. These humans are quite sensible; I'll allow them to die without pain!"

"What?"

Under Heda's eager gaze.

Human soldiers suddenly emerged from the woods and blocked the road.

The longbowmen reached the high ground and drew their bows to shoot.

"put!"

At the command of Battalion Commander Philip, a hail of wolf-tooth arrows swept in.

"White Frost, heed my call!"

Lucas brandishes his scepter.

A frost-covered wind howled around him, forming a barrier of ice and snow in front of him.

The wolf-tooth arrows entered the barrier's range, lost their balance due to the airflow, and ended up sprawling haphazardly stuck in the ground.

"A laughable act of resistance; you are about to face the most terrifying thing from White Frost..."

Before Lucas could finish speaking, a whooshing sound that tore through the air rang out.

Before his terrified eyes, the heavy rock spear pierced through the ice and snow barrier and shot straight toward his brain!

In the moment of life and death, the Ancestral Spirit Scepter in his hand emitted a cold light.

A self-generated magical shield blocked the attack.

"No, humans! How dare you harm the great messenger of the Dragon God!"

Startled, Lucas stood on end with his scales standing on end and roared in anger.

In response, three rock spears came hurtling towards them!

"Block the enemy's attack!"

Lucas brandishes his scepter.

The strongest werewolf on the ice plains drew his fanged scimitar, and with three dull thuds, the rock spear was deflected.

"Attack! Tear these lowly humans to shreds!"

Led by the werewolves, the Icefield Ghosts charged towards the Sunflower Army.

Linde stood on the high slope, calmly watching this scene, and gave instructions.

"Send them on their way."

"As you wish."

Commander William led the rangers down the hill.

Arrows whistled behind them, and wolf-tooth arrows pierced the Ice Demon's body, launching the first wave of attacks.

The Ice Demon, who had crossed the rain of arrows, didn't even have time to catch his breath.

The Bearmane Iron Guards, who had been waiting for a long time, formed a battle formation and advanced in a long, serpentine line.

Roar!

The wolf-like Ice Demon opened its blood-red maw and charged into the army, biting the soldiers' shoulders and attempting to tear their bodies apart.

However, the wolf fangs were merely embedded in the iron armor, slightly recessed inwards.

Even the impact of running was absorbed by the bearskin armor inside the iron armor, and had no effect.

An infantryman was bitten by an Ice Demon and fell to the ground.

After a brief moment of panic, he discovered that the enemy was actually helpless against him, this "iron can"!

He skillfully drew his dagger, pierced the Ice Demon's eye, and shattered its skull.

He then picked up his shield and spear, joined the advancing ranks, and roared loudly to vent his exhilaration.

The frontmost part of the linear array.

Frostfang wolves and rangers held off the powerful Icefield werewolves.

William dismounted and looked at the werewolf in the lead with a complicated expression.

"Uncle Fast, it's been five years. I never expected our reunion to be like this."

William clearly remembered the day the other party led a caravan to visit the territory.

The werewolf's extraordinary power was so great that he almost looked up to it and felt a sense of awe.

But when they met again, the other party had become an Ice Demon, and the warrior's corpse had been desecrated.

"Rest assured, all the shame will be absolved today."

William said, gripping the Wolf King Greatsword on his back.

Now, he no longer needs to look up at the werewolf's back.

Extraordinary Combat Skill: Wolf Raid!

William used his feet to propel himself forward, swinging his greatsword in a swift leaping slash.

The sword energy swirled up ice and snow, transforming into the phantom of a white wolf around him.

This is a dash sword technique he independently developed, imitating the Phantom Wolf Strike of the Frostfang Wolf.

Incorporating the techniques of the Windmill Slash, its power is astonishing.

The scimitar of the Icefield Ghost Werewolf clashed with William's greatsword, creating a powerful shockwave on the battlefield.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield.

Linde stepped forward and drew the Wolf King Straight Sword and the Knight's Longsword from his waist.

"Long time no see, Sister Heda. And this one, the White Frost Dragonborn, is that right? I've heard so much about you."

Heda stared at his familiar face with an expression of disbelief.

Lucas, in particular, was furious and vehemently opposed to the enthusiastic welcome.