Dungeon of Niflheim

Chapter 413

413 Chapter 413: Frost drakes (2)

Don!

After destroying the last remnants of the frost drakes’ combined breath attack Frost fell to a half kneeling position, relying on his glaive to keep him upright. He was exhausted, frustrated, pissed off and excited all at the same time.

Frost was stronger than the two mid C-rank frost drakes but with their teamwork and the fact that he needed to control the battle so as to protect his weaker forces they were at a stalemate.

Don! Don!

While Frost was breathing heavily, his body trembling from exhaustion the two mid C-rank Frost drakes mirrored his actions, collapsing to their knees and panting, they too were exhausted perhaps even more so than Frost.

Across their armoured bodies massive deep cuts could be seen bleeding profusely. Their once impenetrable armour cracking and barely holding together as the softer flesh was exposed.

Frost with his half step 4 star glaive had carved up these two drakes during their battles, dyeing their skin blood red. It was only due to the frenzied state imposed by the corruption of the mana vein that these two drakes still stood, charging forward without end.

Their pride at being related to dragons fused with the frenzied state making them even harder to bring down, it was a miracle these two could still breathe let alone dish out such a devastating attack. However it seemed as though they had finally reached their limits.

Don! Don!

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The two smaller drakes being handled by Findlay and Khuno fell as well. The moment they moved to attack their legs gave out, they had lost all feeling and could no longer control them. After a brutal campaign these four drakes had finally ran out of juice.

Findlay, Khuno and Frost all opened their eyes wide before glancing at one another and letting out a relieved breath.

“The drakes are finished! Everyone full on attack, eliminate what remains!” Frost forced himself to stand. He raised his glaive up high in victory before shouting at the top of his lungs. News about the fall of the C-rank drakes would inspire his forces, granting them some much needed strength.

“Rahhhhhhhhhhhh!” Nearly every friendly monster in the area roared out in response to Frost’s order, their bodies surging with vitality. They stopped the retreat, instead focusing on eliminating the enemy. It was time for them to push back.

The initial dozen ronsos had now been expanded to 20, 10 of which were here while the rest were recuperating. These ten let out tiger roars far surpassing the revelry of the other monsters. Their targets the D-rank lesser drakes froze, paralysed by the effects of the skill. The ronsos then swiftly dove in with increased fervour, ripping open their scales with their sharp claws and freeze burning their flesh with their silver cold flames.

Frost then nodded to Findlay and Khuno before each of them summoned their remaining strength. The three then dashed forward, their weapons raised, ready to end these C-rank drakes who were no longer capable of moving their legs.

“[Mountain sunder]”

“[Crescent execution]” Findlay and Khuno both activated a weapon skill that enhanced their cutting force. They were aiming for a beheading an undisputed killing method. Even if the drakes were in a frenzied state they wouldn’t survive without a head.

Findlay’s battle axe and Khuno’s halberd both glowed azure and green respectively. They howled through the air, descending upon the necks of the weakened drakes.

Their opponents did their best to move but to no avail, the weapons came crashing down on already open wounds.

Schwing! Schwing!

The battle axe and halberd both cut through the drakes’ necks but even without them being able to resist and an already made entry point it was anything but clean.

Crunch! Crunch!

The drakes’ powerful neck bones proved to be incredibly tough, their weapons losing all momentum after chipping three quarters of the way through.

Khuno and Findlay both frowned before roaring out. Findlay’s arms bulged and veins protruded on his forehead as he forcefully activated his [enrage] skill despite his exhaustion. With a second boost of strength Findlay continued to cleave down and eventually severed through his drake’s robust neck before smashing into the floor with the leftover force. The drake was powerless to fight back, its body squirmed and flailed with the loss of its head before eventually growing still.

Khuno didn’t have the [enrage] skill so instead he covered his halberd in sliver cold flames before taking his right foot and placing it on the halberd’s spine. With the increased force from his right leg and the silver cold flames weaking the bone and nearby flesh his halberd cut through the last quarter of the neck bone, separating the drake’s head from its body. It too was decapitated, dying after a few seconds of flailing.

After killing his mighty foe Findlay’s vision grew dark and his entire body trembled and spasmed as the rebound effect of his [enrage] skill too effect. The mighty ice troll commander fell backwards, his head on a hard collision course with the cold stone floor.

A couple enemy monsters nearby also broke off from their progression, turning around to feast on the exhausted ice troll. The allure of eating a higher ranked monster being too much to resist.

Schwing!

Thankfully a fraction of a second before Findlay’s head smashed against the stone floor Khuno arrived, placing his hand underneath his counterpart’s neck. He also launched a wide area attack forcing back the opportunist lizards that sought to take advantage of the situation.

“Hissssssssss!” The two lower D-ranked frost lizards hissed in protest as Khuno’s attack knocked them backwards and cut open their flesh. However that protest was short lived, a moment later a ronso appeared behind them and silently grabbed onto their necks.

The ronso then activated his cold flames, setting the now squealing lizards alight, burning them to death.

“Apologies commander Khuno, commander Findlay.” The ronso gave a quick bow before dashing off to handle to rest of the battle. These two lizards slipped out of his controlled area, a mistake on his part that nearly had disastrous consequences.

Khuno was too tired and the ronso was too busy for him to lecture and discipline him, that would have to wait till later.

The ronso captain sat on the cold stone floor and guarded his comrade’s body, making sure nothing else attacked while he was vulnerable.

Findlay had overdone it and was barely conscious, all he could do was looked up at Khuno and thank him with his eyes before he leaned back and relaxed leaving the rest to Khuno.

“Haaaaaaa” Khuno sighed before redirecting his gaze to Frost.

While Khuno and Findlay managed to deal the final blow to their opponents without too much resistance, suffering only from the strain of attacking Frost wasn’t quite so blessed.

His opponents though exhausted and unable to move their legs could still swing their necks and even their tails slightly but the annoying thing was that there was two of them. Whenever he swung down to end one of them the other would attack or help block his blows resulting in too shallow a cut. They’d been working as a team ever since they experienced the danger of Frost’s glaive, never allowing him to land any clean, 100% solid strikes from that point.

“God damn fucking lizards just die already! [Claw of the ice wolf]” Frost roared out and activated his most used skill, summoning three ice claws before his glaive. He aimed for the left drake’s neck after repelling an attempted biting, a good opportunity.

Schwing!

The three ice claws ripped open a seam in its neck before being expended, following after that was the glaive’s blade covered in a sharp coating of wind mana.

The glaive cut through the drake’s neck without too much difficulty before reaching the powerful neck bone. His momentum was still good so the chances of this being a fatal blow was good but.

Bang!

Frost was struck in the side by the other drake’s tail, shattering what remained of his chakra amour.

“Splurt!” Frost was knocked a couple metres back and coughed up blood from the blow but thanks to his armour only a couple ribs had cracks, no major breaks or shattering which would be expected after suffering such a heavy attack. The drake’s tail was several metres long, over 30cm in diameter and chock full of heavy dense muscle after all.

His attack on the other drake was obviously interrupted, the blade sinking only slightly into monster’s neck bone before he was forced away. It managed to survive once again by relying on its adept teamwork.

“...” Frost held his side in silence, his lips twitching from anger and frustration. The two drakes growled at him and prepared to defend themselves from his next attack all while doing their best to regain control of their legs.

“Hehehehehe you bastards! Perhaps I wasn’t clear!” Frost raised his head, his eyes spewing fire as he gripped his glaive. “I said I’m going to roast you in my kitchen! Don’t make me ruin all that meat!” Frost snapped; he’d had enough.

With regenerated vigour Frost appeared by the right drake’s side choosing to take out his anger on that one first.