Chapter819 The Last Watchman
"It's a flying monster dragging a big red coffin!!"
The sharp-eyed barbarian roared in horror, and the gargoyle opened its mouth wide and let out a shrill scream, and with a piercing scream, a light brown curse that was indistinguishable to the naked eye erupted from its mouth and swayed over the ice walls.
Dozens of cursed barbarian warriors and a dozen unlucky bloodborns suddenly found that their bodies were getting stiffer and stiffer, their limbs were wooden, and their eyes were itchy.
I raised my arm with difficulty and scratched my eyeball, but it was a wisp of stone chips that scraped off, and when I looked back on my arm again, I found that my arm had turned into a gray stone along with the clothes and armor on my body, and I was about to look at the rest of my body in horror, and my consciousness was completely dead.
In a few breaths, more than fifty living people turned into cold humanoid stone statues, and the despair and fear on their faces were forever condensed on the petrified faces, which were particularly strange in the wind and snow.
"Old Orn is on top! What kind of monster is this!? Can you turn people into big rocks!? β
"Stay away when the monster screams!"
"Gracie! Gracie!! β
"What about the archers!? Hurry up and release the arrows!! β
Exclamations and growls echoed in her ears, and Ash shuddered and instinctively bent her bow in the direction of the gargoyle, but Sejuani was horrified to see the gargoyle slowly opening its mouth.
"Don't die!?"
Throwing away the shield and mace in her hand, Sejuani dragged Ash, who didn't react, and jumped directly off the city wall, rolled around and pulled the trembling Ash to shrink at the base of the wall.
The gargoyle's scream followed, and a miserable wail and invective came from above, apparently a curse on a number of unresponsive people.
"Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock! β
There was an annoying buzz like a mosquito in their ears, and Sejuani and Ash's hearts seemed to jump out of their chests, and the two girls gasped, their brains deprived of oxygen, unable to do anything, and watched as a broken stone thigh rolled from above and fell not far in front of them, breaking into several pieces on the frozen ground.
Almost, just a little, it turned into a cold stone.
"This monster is too dangerous, we'd better not go up there and die for nothing...... Ash? Ash?? Are you okay? β
Ash came back to her senses at Sejuani's call, her long eyelashes condensed with a pinch of ice crystals, and her ice-blue eyes fluttered.
"Sejuani...... I...... I ......"
"I know, I know ......"
Hugging Ash, Sejuani patted Ash on the back and comforted her softly, their slightly messy silver hair intertwined in the cold wind.
"I'm also afraid, in the face of such a monster, no one will not be afraid, being afraid is not something to be ashamed of, look at me Ash, look at me."
Sejuani let go of Ash slightly, staring into her sister's terrified eyes.
"We can't just die here, Ash, we've all gritted our teeth and persevered this night, my good sister, we're going to live together, understand? We have to live, be stronger, we have the power of the ice veins flowing in our bodies, no one can defeat us, not even this monster, it can't, believe me. β
Assured by Sejuani's repeated reassurances, Ash nodded with difficulty and took several deep breaths.
"You're right, Sejuani, we can't just die here."
Ash instantly understood what Sejuani meant, it's not that she and Sejuani have a higher status than others as the only daughters of the war mother, how can there be any high and low in the cruel battlefield of Freljord, but the war mother with the strongest combat power often rushes to the front, death is death, and the same is true for the war mother, the skill is not as good as people, how can there be so many despicable thoughts of southerners?
The point is, under the test of the Frostguard Witch, she and Sejuani both possess the purest ice blood in nearly a thousand years, and the strength of the bloodline is even much higher than that of their mothers Glenna and Kougia, as evidenced by the pure, bright silver hair on the top and bottom of the body.
In Freljord, the concentration of the ice bloodline has always been the most intuitive embodiment of strength, and it is precisely because the ice bloodline only appears in women's bodies that Freljord will have so many powerful war mothers as tribal leaders, otherwise in terms of physical fitness alone, how can women be men's opponents?
Only the war mother with cold blood is the strongest of each tribe, the strongest is not spoken, it is punched and punched, and those who are not convinced and have opinions will be buried in the snowdrift.
Ash is well aware of the particularity of herself and Sejuani, if they go to the Frostguard Fortress to practice the Frostguard Witch Secret Method, they will easily become far stronger than ordinary Frostguard Witches, if they pick up their mother's Ice Weapon, as long as they are a little trained, they can also release more powerful Ice Magic than their mother's mastery, no matter what she and Sejuani do, it will be half the effort,
In this respect, if she and Sejuani had died worthless under the gargoyle curse, it would have been a foolish end that would have been unforgivable for all the Freljords, including themselves, and their mother would have committed suicide in shame if such a thing had happened.
"Let me think about it...... Let me think about it, there will always be a solution. β
"Why don't we go find Grand Wizard Loxani?"
Sejuani hesitated, and Ash thought for a moment and shook her head.
"Since such a terrible monster has come, maybe the most dangerous place is the place where Grand Wizard Roxani is, and it is useless for the two of us to go, we can only cause chaos for Grand Wizard Roxani."
Sejuani is braver and stronger than Ash, but Ash has wisdom and determination that Sejuani does not have.
Sejuani...... To survive, we must follow the Ice Warriors, who are now only capable of protecting us, we don't need to leave this battlefield, we just need to dodge the deadly magic of the Stone Monsters to survive. β
"Maybe you...... No, you're right......"
The cold faded away with the wind and snow, and Sejuani looked up at the dusky sky, her face pale.
"Blizzard...... Stopped. β
At the westernmost point of the Tower of Ice, Loxani who stood on the spire of the tower casually wiped the blood flame that ignited his robes, and the first witch of the Watcher Assembly under the command of Lisandro stared coldly at the bewitching woman standing on the head of the gargoyle with a blood-colored longbow in hand.
The gargoyle's giant claws have already strangled the second Frost and Snow Spirit, and without the blessing of the two Frost and Snow Spirits, the Ice Storm Forbidden Spell is self-defeating, and Loxani has no ability, let alone the need to maintain it alone.
The enemy has all gone straight to this place, and the future war situation is no longer under her control.
"I didn't expect that it was a cold barbarian beauty who brought me so much trouble, hehehe~ I like it, so let's do it, you can tie up and follow me back to meet my king, how about I spare your life?"
Roxani sneered disdainfully.
"Brond Darkwell, just a decadent old dog who failed in the struggle for power and was incompetent in governing the country, was expelled by the Holy Emperor and shrunk up to be an old turtle, and dared to claim to be the king? It really has the same face as an old dog. β
Angelina also thought that the cold witch would not talk nonsense with herself at all, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she inflicted tons of damage on her master.
I don't know what kind of wonderful expression my master, who hated the Holy Emperor the most, would have when he heard this.
Angelina didn't notice that the gargoyle eyes under her feet flickered, revealing the anger and treachery of a human being.
"So, you'd rather die here?"
"Ignorant people have a pair of inferior skins, but they don't know who they're talking to!"
The big witch raised her right hand, and suddenly ten thousand pieces of cold ice rose under her feet and surrounded the gargoyle, the gargoyle let out a strange cry, waved its wings and flew higher into the air, which could dodge the ice spikes that were more than ten meters high and four or five meters thick.
Seeing that Loxani's target was aimed at her, Angelina's face also turned cold, and she casually pulled the bowstring and condensed four Holy Flame Blood Arrows that could ignite any blood.
"Since you won't admit defeat, let's die here with the ants."
The Holy Flame Blood Arrow came out of the string, but it violated the laws of physics and flew in four different directions in a whirlwind, Roxani was not ready to waste his physical strength to dodge the arrows controlled by magic, and as soon as he raised his hands, there was an extra layer of ice shield around his body.
"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! β
However, the four Holy Flame Blood Arrows exploded before they could hit the Ice Shield, turning into a flaming ball of blood that twisted and condensed into a single blood spear.
"Click."
The tip of the blood spear pierced the ice shield, and the blood magic continued to erode the ice element, and the blue-white ice shield gradually turned blood, but it never broke through the shield and hit Loxani.
While Roxani and Angelina were engaged in a spell confrontation, the gargoyle opened his mouth without being ordered to do so, spitting a petrified curse at Roxani.
The last Snow Spirit appeared out of thin air in front of Loxani, and the petrified curse hit the Snow Spirit, but had no effect on the Nature Elves.
The gargoyle screamed, and swooped down in anger to grab the spirit of frost and snow, but the spirit of frost and snow exploded in advance as if it had been expected, turning into a cloud of tyrannical ice mist that instantly froze the gargoyle.
Although the gargoyle itself has a high resistance to the ice element, it cannot avoid being frozen and sealed by extreme frost.
The bloodfire magic dissipated, and Roxani turned to maintaining the ice magic that froze the gargoyle with all her might, giving orders to the witches hiding in the shadows.
"It's too late for the Empire's support, let everyone withdraw, retreat to the mountain wall outpost, leave Laxtak through the dark passage, and keep the burning seeds of Freljord,
The only thing is to leave the deserters who escaped in advance, so that they can understand that the price of escape is a dead end.
The Freljord tribes have proved their courage and will to hold out so far, and the Frost Witch will not be tempted any longer, they ...... I already have the qualifications to continue fighting. β
"The Great Witch ......"
Glancing faintly at the witches with reluctance in their eyes, Roxani closed her eyes.
"The Ice Warrior and I will fight for the last time for everyone."
"But ......"
"This is also the arrangement of Lord Lisandro, there is no need to be sad, there is no need to have any psychological burden, as a member of the Watchers assembly, it is the fate of all of us to fight to the death for the Frost Witch, what we have to do is to accept it calmly."
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Roxani's eyes were closed, but the witches felt her unshakable determination.
The witches were gone, leaving a lone figure like an ice sculpture on the melting Tower of Ice, alone watching over everyone's backs.
The Frostguard Witches used special magic to communicate with each other, and the witches scattered across the three fronts soon brought the latest order from the Grand Witch of Loxani, which was to abandon most of their baggage and retreat to the outpost of the Sanctuary of Lakstark.
Glenna and Gorgia received the news as soon as possible, knowing that continuing to fight would be of no benefit except to waste the efforts of the Great Witch of Loxani, and the two war-mothers could only give the order to retreat with reverence - as for who would come to the palace, of course, the person who ran to the back came to the palace.
The Great Wall of Ice soon became empty, and the barbarian warriors who had no time to retreat could only stay with the sparsely numbered Ice Warriors to face the Blood Plague Legion that counterattacked again, either unwilling or calmly accepting their fate.
It is worth mentioning that Olaf did not agree to escape at first, insisting on staying and fighting to the death with the fearless warriors who suddenly jumped out of the ice walls, and enjoyed the glory of the berserkers.
Udier and Kuojiya were naturally reluctant to die as such a good man, and the couple both dissuaded them, so that they could talk badly, and they couldn't say that they couldn't move the straight man of steel who only had muscles, fighting and death left in his head.
In a hurry, in order to save the good man he knew, Udir even directly used the beast spirit possession to give Olaf a hard blow to the back of the head, in order to stun the stubborn and brainless horseman, but under the punch, Olaf not only did not faint, but was also aroused to fight, and had to pull Udir to stay with him to fight to the death.
The berserkers of the Rockfa Coast Peninsula maintained their will to die until Udir, with the Mother of War of Winter's Claws, dragged Olaf into the empty tent and said that he would show him something beautiful.
Holding his hand at the gate, Udir looked at his lover with a serious face and showed the broad and profound mind of the chief of Freljord to the best friend he had met during his journey, and there was an indescribable complex feeling in his heart.
Olaf swore to God, before that, whether male or female, whether he wore clothes or not, in his eyes was just a pile of rotten meat that could be chopped up by himself at any time, the difference was whether he was willing to do it or not.
But this time, the Winterclaw's Gorgya War Mother showed him something beyond the strength of the War Motherβthat is, something greater than what the naked eye could see.
Olaf's chaotic and thin brain couldn't understand how such a terrifying dazzling madness could be hidden under the shriveled armor, as if seeing Olaf's incredible struggles and doubts, Winterclaw's War Mother smiled and took Olaf's hand and motioned for the berserker to calculate it himself,
Olaf looked at Udir hesitantly, finally receiving encouragement and courage in the complicated gaze of his good brother, and for the first time in his life, the Berserker accepted being led by the nose by a weak female.
It didn't matter, and Olaf was horrified to find that what he couldn't measure was only two sizes smaller than his own horn helmet.
How big is your horn helmet? The two of them add up to a half-horned helmet!
It turns out that there is anything in this world that is more soft and cowardly than cold and hard armor?
Gorgiya held Olaf's trembling hand and shook it twice, staring at Olaf's mosquito coil eyes and said proudly.
"How? If you choose to stay, you won't have a chance in the future. β
Eventually, a dazed Olaf followed the confused Udir out of the battlefield.
(End of chapter)