Dungeon of Niflheim

Chapter 470

470 Chapter 470: Duelling the cyclops (2)

Frost quickly rose to a standing position. He spat out a dollop of blood and gripped his glaive firmly as he prepared to deal with the charging cyclops whose eyes had pretty been entirely engulfed by that blood red colour. It was in a complete state of madness.

The beast’s massive stone club was raised up high by its still good arm and threatened to squash him like a bug.

Frost frowned and clenched his jaw as he kicked off against the ground, swiftly evading to the side of the easily telegraphed swing.

However once again the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and a strong feeling of danger gripped his heart. This time the target wasn’t the back of his head but his weight bearing right leg so he could see the attack coming as well as the attacker.

‘Bastard!’ Frost internally cursed, his teeth grinding against each other in his anger. His gaze spurted flames as it focused on the mocking smile of the eldest rindar. The arm the rindar used to throw the rock was still outstretched, he wasn’t even hiding the fact that he was the one interfering.

Frost did his best to stifle his anger as he moved to quickly deal with the rapidly encroaching rock bullet. The ice cold flames that spanned his glaive’s blade receded and were almost instantly replaced by solid ice chakra, protecting the blade from further unnecessary damage. Then with a fluid motion the glaive swung violently in a cleaving motion, striking the rock dead on with vertical force.

Smash!

The rock itself was nothing impressive strength wise but thanks to the rindar’s aura and arm strength it held a great deal of horizontal force. However upon being struck by Frost’s vertical slash the rock instantly smashed into the ground and shattered into innumerable fragments about a centimetres away from his right foot.

If it wasn’t for Maya’s no holds barred training there would have been no way Frost could have reacted in time. He internally promised that he’d thank her profusely when he returned.

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He wasn’t out of the danger zone yet, however. This attack was but a mere distraction.

Swoosh!

With the rock failing to strike against his right leg Frost was free to continue dodging to the side.

Boooooooommmmmm!!

The cyclops’s massive stone club thundered down upon his former position cracking the ground and sending plumes of dirt, blood and other debris flying outwards. The force behind such a blow wasn’t something Frost’s body could easily withstand.

Frost swiftly reoriented himself and without a moment’s hesitation dashed towards the cyclops’s wounded left arm and attacked with a fierce vengeance.

Clang!

Once again he failed break the bone, but more cracks appeared, he was almost there.

He backflipped off of the cyclops’s body dodging another rock bullet and landed several metres away. He then looked towards his glaive, the cracks on the blade edge had become worse.

“Tsk!” He clicked his tongue before placing the damaged almost 4 star glaive into his storage ring and replacing it with an upper 3 star glaive that he purchased through the dungeon menu. A little inferior materials wise and lacking a wind enchantment but should be enough to break through the last vestiges of the arm.

While the cyclops cumbersomely looked around for the nimble Frost and readied itself for another linear attack Frost focused the majority of his attention towards the eldest rindar. His expression full of irritation and even mocking. The eldest rindar was so petty that despite being the grand commander of the current horde was preoccupying himself with Frost’s battle.

The eldest rindar’s expression was no less annoyed as he gently juggled fist sized rocks infused with his aura.

He had grown unsettled over the past hour, watching the other B-ranks fight against the elites of Furano and even their commander Hamon entering the fray had made him antsy. Especially when he saw Frost one of his most hated foes practically dancing around the cyclops like an expert playing with a child. The other B-ranks weren’t fairing too much better, but he didn’t really care about them as much.

Frost was the one that needed to die and to die in the most brutal of ways.

At the start when Hamon first jumped down and entered the battle his focus was entirely on breaching the frontlines’ defences, ordering the masses to attack weak points and stretch Hamon thin but unfortunately Furano’s forces were more stubborn than he expected.

20 minutes ago while Frost was focused on the cyclops and pretty much oblivious to happenings behind him a massive amount of corpses were lined up around Hamon. He stood stalwart before the frontline blocking any ogres, trolls or minotaurs from charging into the soldiers behinds him. These D and C-rank monster were practically nothing against an upper B-rank fighter such as Hamon, hell even the rindar and poison herald were fearful of him let alone them.

However he was still just one man, and the northern wall was a very long line to protect. He couldn’t defend everywhere at once and unfortunately that was beginning to show.

The eldest rindar had him running from side to side so as to burn his stamina and delay his reaction times thus more and more frontline forces were being injured and even dying before Hamon could get to them in time. Slowly but surely chipping away at Furano’s forces which unlike the monster horde didn’t replenish.

Hamon ripped apart an ogre with his mana enhanced hands, drenching himself in its blood before fiercely looking side to side.

‘Where the fuck are they?’ He shouted internally before jumping towards the next closest enemy.

Whistle.

The next moment his ears twitched as he heard a high pitched whistle and smile swiftly grew on his lips in response.

‘They’re here.’

Suddenly from the sides of the northern wall two contingents of monster cavalry silently appeared. There was no more than perhaps 30 on either side but each and every one of them gave off a heavy pressure. This was the frost wolf battalions elite cavalry, their very namesake.

Of course normally there’d be several hundred riders but after weeks of battle their numbers had dwindled. These 60 men and women however were the crème dela crème, each one battle hardened, experienced and at the minimum upper D-rank fighters by themselves with many being C-rank. However when they’re upon their battle mounts their strengths are multiplied making for a terrifying force.

Earlier Hamon gave a hand gesture to the captain that took his place upon the wall, it was ordering him to prepare the cavalry as he knew that he couldn’t hold the line by himself.

The eldest rindar didn’t even hear them coming and could only stand there frozen as the cavalry forces charged from the flanks swiftly cutting down line after line of the ogre, trolls and minotaurs. Their long lances making it almost effortless when at full charge.

With them present on the battlefield it was clear that this would not be the wave that conquered the town. The eldest rindar stared daggers at Hamon and the cavalry forces but eventually let out a restrained breath, his anger evaporating.

It was wishful thinking in the first place and the losses didn’t matter it was just ogres, trolls and minotaurs, muscle brain idiots.

Without a single care the eldest rindar ordered for the rest of the horde to dive in without care. Once their charge was brought to a halt those cavalry would be far weaker, bog them down with dense expendable numbers so as to be rid of that force permanently.

Since there was no need to care about the overall battle situation anymore the eldest rindar then turned his attention to the battles that did matter, the ones between the B-ranks and thus eventually Frost was singled out as a target.

Hamon who still needed to maintain his role as guardian of the frontline could only work with the frost wolf cavalry to decimate the masses that charged out from the treeline under the eldest rindar’s command. This took pretty much all his focus as he couldn’t afford for the cavalry force to be reduced either. The Majors and their teams and especially Frost were on their own until the situation was resolved.

Hamon gnashed his teeth as he envied the eldest rindar’s luxurious position, endless forces that could be expended without a second thought. But those feelings were brief, and he quickly returned to culling the enemy.

Back to Frost

Frost glared at the eldest rindar before snorting in derision, now that he knew who was interfering and their position handling it was nothing. The cyclops was cumbersome enough and he already had enough experience fighting it to deal with the sneak attacks of the rindar at the same time. It was after all just a couple rocks.

He gave a hand gesture towards the nearby team that was lead by Maggie showing that he was fine. They had witnessed him being fired across the air by the cyclops’s club as well and were worried about his safety.

Maggie stared threateningly at the eldest rindar causing it momentarily shiver before she attacked the B-rank ogre with even fiercer aggression. Her actions showing her stance, she and her team would quickly deal with the ogre before storming after the rindar.

Maggie and Halgrave were both mid-level B-rank fighters with ample experience, so they were both strong enough to threaten the eldest rindar especially after it lost an arm and received multiple injuries in its battle against Frost and Hamon.

It suddenly regretted drawing the bear woman’s ire but that too was brief. The rindar instead double down on its antics picking up rocks with its other hands and preparing to launch even more bullets at Frost and perhaps others from its place of safety.