Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Storm High Slope, north of Trier Mouthpiece.

This area that was once hit by fierce flames had an ill-fated fate, but this time it ushered in endless cold winds.

"My god Solem is here"

"You are the ancestor of all frost giants, granting eternal sleep to our enemies"

"The blizzard is your surging breath, turning into cold to fight with us, leaving the enemy in eternal trembling!"

The frost giant priests chanted ancient mantras at the same time, and the mysterious runes densely covered on their bodies lit up.

【The arrival of everlasting frost】

Groups of fog containing cold air surged up in the sky. They rolled and spread, eventually creating a terrifying blizzard on the originally peaceful land.

This is the power of eternal frost that the frost giant tribe has passed down from generation to generation. This is without the help of holy objects. If they get the horn of eternal frost, the blizzard will only be more terrifying, even enough to sweep the entire storm slope.

The blizzard was rapidly moving south, and hundreds of frost giants were marching in it. The howling of the cold wind was mixed with war cries and rough songs.

"We are the biting frost and the churning ice mist."

"It is the biting cold wind, the icy resentment, and the eternal roar."

"Humanity trembles before us, even the dragons bow before the cold wind."

"We come from ancient times, following the glory of the past, and let the white storm sweep across the earth again."

"We are the endless frost disaster!"

The leader of the Yongshuang tribe, the frost giant warrior Kasa. Yongshuang put on a ferocious armor made of white dragon scales, smeared black paint symbolizing war on his face, rode on the back of the largest tundra land dragon, and raised the sword with one arm. A heavy double-edged axe.

"For the Everfrost Tribe!"

"Take back the sacred objects and rebuild the glory of our ancestors!"

The sunlight was almost blocked, and the wasteland was roughly dyed frosty white by them. In the vision blurred by the wind and snow, the giant's army was like a tall ice wall, advancing towards the south.

This natural disaster-like scene caused the earth to tremble and everything in the wasteland to tremble.

This howling cold wind announced to the creatures of Anzeta——

Frost disaster is coming!

Trier mouthpiece outside.

The armies of the Kingdom of Burning Ember are ready.

The ogre armored soldiers held on to their giant shields, the hobgoblin infantry held spears and formed a queue, the wyverns flapped their wings densely at low altitude, and the wasteland land dragon as a war fortress made a dull snort.

"damn it……"

"It's this damn thing again."

Looking at the overwhelming snow and wind, the dragon-veined hobgoblin, who was afraid of the cold, couldn't help but spit, as if he was remembering some bad past.

This was the first time that the army of the Ember Kingdom faced such a powerful enemy. Facing the frost giant army that came with the cold wind, the human troops in the Battle of Trier seemed so worthless.

But this also gives them a bit more fanaticism in facing powerful enemies - that is the desire to fight given to them by the flowing red dragon blood.

Trump looked at the approaching blizzard with a solemn expression.

“Spells of this quality”

"The method of casting spells is not arcane, but more like divine spells. The scale is even close to the ninth level. It is really a difficult opponent."

The ogre archmage commented like this.

But in the face of this terrible scene, Trump was not afraid. He just held on to his gold-rimmed glasses and analyzed calmly as always.

Doluo waited impatiently and said to him: "Rump, are you capable of solving this so-called frost disaster?

"Just staring here won't let the storm calm down."

Trump turned his head and glanced at him, still speaking in the same plain but slightly sarcastic tone:

"Useless urging will not solve the problem."

"Commander Doro, aren't you afraid anymore? After that time you were almost killed by a human with some frost giant blood."

Doro was so angry that he gritted his teeth and blew out a puff of smoke. This incident had caused him a lot of humiliation, but Trump brought it up again at an inappropriate time.

"Rump, I'm warning you! Don't disturb the morale of the army!"

"I'm just responding truthfully."

Trump grinned, a ferocious smile appearing on his ugly face.

"For a spell of this level, I don't have the ability to solve it alone, but we have the biggest support - the master."

…

Cassius, who had turned into a human form, stood quietly on the top of the mountain, looking down at the frost giants marching south and the terrible blizzard that followed.

"Do you think you are the only one who can affect the weather?"

"Frost Giant"

Cassius muttered.

He revealed the ring on his finger, and the Eye of the Storm King, which he had grasped more firmly, was flashing with a thrilling light.

That is the spell that reaches the eighth level of the magic network——

【Manipulate the weather】

With powerful mana fluctuations, the climate within a few kilometers changes drastically.

The temperature rises sharply, the moisture accumulated on the surface quickly evaporates, the air becomes hot and humid, and large clouds of steam rise.

This restless warm current collides with the cold wind blowing from the south, and a violent reaction is about to occur.

"Wow——"

Along with the sound, a broad band of clouds and mist stretching for thousands of meters appeared at the junction. The flying hail and snowflakes instantly sublimated, the new steam rolled and rolled, and the thick hot wind blocked the intrusion of the wind and snow.

The two completely opposite forces confronted, collided and consumed each other, causing the surrounding temperature to stabilize and gradually return to normal, forming an area filled with water and clouds and mist.

Before the armies of both sides came into contact, the battle of spells had already begun.

Cassius narrowed his eyes slightly and controlled the Eye of the Storm King with his will to fight against the blizzard coming from the north.

"The quality of this spell is really high. It is impossible to completely control the weather."

"The spell casters of the Yongshuang Tribe have quite a lot of background."

"It seems that there is no way to cause a natural disaster like the Battle of Trier."

Even Cassius was surprised by the tenacity of the blizzard. The power of the eternal frost rune was no less than his own eighth-ring spell.

In the white space where the wind and snow were blowing, several frost giant priests also looked solemn. This was the first time they encountered such a situation, and they were a little at a loss.

"This is Solem."

"The power of Yongshuang was actually blocked."

The frost giants' hurried marches in the snow and wind have always been devastating, and they are unscrupulous in the north.

But for the first time, this group of frost giants encountered a force that was evenly matched and worthy of their attention.

In the "observation group" behind the Burning Ember camp, Trischka noticed the changing weather around him and watched the confrontation between the blizzard and the hot wind in the distance, feeling a little incredible.

"How could this level of spell confrontation be possible in a magical wasteland like Anzetta?"

"Whether it's a frost giant or a red dragon, they shouldn't be here."

Trischka thought to himself.