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Chapter 83: Ice Demon

Chapter 83: Ice Demon

They emerged beyond the blizzard, through the frigid land where everything is frozen. Regardless of the cold several tens of degrees below zero, the giants army began to advance.

The Frost Elves who were watching them from the front line brought the news. They notified that the enemy has moved. And shortly thereafter, the connection was lost.

A strong blizzard obscured the presence of the enemies, making them unnoticable until they got close. It was to the point that the agile Frost Elves couldnt even escape.

Baltimoor Iridin climbed the tallest tree and looked around. He couldnt see anything because it was covered by the thick darkness and the blowing snow, but he could feel it.

Pain, anger and despair. Last emotions left by his own kind, who are disconnected one after another.

The eyes of Baltimoor Iridin and the Frost Elves grew even sharper. Fighting spirit boiled over and their energy flowed out.

Certainly, frost elves were different from normal elves. Unlike ordinary elves who share their thoughts and feelings and do not show much emotion on the outside, the frost elves were all angry and sad together.

The hearts of the frost elves who settled in the cold land were hotter than anyone elses. He said clearly without hiding his emotions.

Tear them to death. Whoever wants to be with me, follow me.

Baltimoor Iridins anger was fierce, but his reason was cold. He did not forget the strategy he had set in advance and told the rest.

Retreat when I signal. We have no choice but to drag them into the forest and deal with them one by one.

An order for the Frost Elves to give up the territory they had lived and worked for. The rest gritted their teeth, but did not refuse. The leaders order was the order of everyone. That was the spirit of the Frost Elves who were able to survive in such a barren environment.

Survival is the top priority. As long as you live, you can plan for the future.

On the other hand, the recently arrived corps of fairies and Philaine Greywood, who led them, were silent. Without opening their mouths, they talked with their minds and quietly prepared for the march. I even felt that it was like a machine moving without showing emotion.

The thing they valued highly was sacrifice. So thet didnt get angry again. They just made up their mind.

The skirmishers who had already lost their lives did their part. Then, now it was their turn to act. Lest their sacrifice be in vain.

Ivan checked his own equipment. Not only his armor, but also his belt and bracelet, sword and shield, ax and spear, bow and arrow.

He asked after preparing for battle in an instant.

Where are the reinforcements now?

The elfs potential is great, but most of their power is tied to the fairy forest. They could not defeat the enemy with this current forces. At least, they had to buy time until the requested reinforcements arrived for each race.

It will take at least three days before the denomination crusade arrives. The Great Forest alliance also requires a similar amount of time. He said he was involved in the Blood Alliance, but I dont know the details.

Hearing Irenes answer, Ivan frowned.

Three days is too long.

We have to do it anyway. What can we do?

That true. Damn, theres no easy battlefield.

Ivan grumbled low but moved quickly. He followed Baltimoor Iridin and Philain Gray Wood to the front line and to the edge of the forest.

All the Frost Elves who had already entered the frozen lands to watch over the enemy were disconnected. That means the enemies are getting really close. However, the enemy was still nowhere to be seen. Only the sound of drums was heard.

Dung, Dung, Dung!

The spirit in the sound of drums weighed heavily on all sides. They shrank and their body stiffened.

Then something large flew through the air. Like before, Ivan, wondering if they had blown a rock, threw his spear, and snow and ice shattered and scattered in all directions.

A chuckle could be heard through the falling snowballs.

ha ha ha! I was joking a little bit, but they dont even accept that. They are really boring guys.

A giant with a rough beard stepped forward. As the large size that destroyed the sense of perspective moved, all the allies tensed up and raised their weapons.

You weaklings, get out of the way. We must take back our land.

At those words, Baltimoor Iridin shouted.

This land is ours! You cannot pass over a forest that we have been living for thousands of years!

The rightful ruler has returned, and you must kneel.

There is no one who will serve the defeated just because they are awakened! You descendants of the defeated!

I dont need your trivial words. We will trample you through. Soon all the world will know that the great and mighty one has returned, and the world will return to the bosom of its rightful ruler!

thud! thud! thud!

The ground shook as the giants appeared all at once and stomped their feet. The ground cracked and an avalanche broke out on the slope.

Hundreds of giants, thousands of snowmen, yeti, sasquatch and bigfoot.

The ancient giant, once said to have power like a god, was nowhere to be seen, but the enemies in front of him were enough to overthrow the forest and overturn the continent. One day, an army of giants who were said to have destroyed a country in one night was right in front of them.

Confirm the strength of the rightful ruler. You will despair.

Hearing the giants words, Ivan laughed.

Not too long ago, I killed a giant who spoke arrogantly. Didnt you come and see his corpse rolling on the floor?

I muttered in a low voice, but it resonated in the night sky. Because the voice was amplified with magic power, Ivans voice reached the giant from afar.

The giants were not angry at Ivan, who mentioned the death of his own people. He laughed as if it was normal.

It is only natural that the weak will die. Do you think we would even care if such a weakling died?

Thats what it should be. Your necks will fall too.

Get up, you worm. You will know how useless your struggles are.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Drums are heard once again. With the sound of a long, low horn, the enemy began to advance.

The elves standing at the border of the forest all raised their bows.

Tiuung-.

I dont know who started first, but the arrow flew. It cut through a terrible blizzard and burrowed into the enemys body.

However, the strong wind and thick leather blocked the arrows. The arrows strengthened by the power of the spirit did not end the life of the enemy and only inflicted wounds.

Irene saw that and narrowed her eyes.

The leather is tougher than before. If you dont close the distance a little more, itll be difficult to hit properly with arrows.

It means the ancient giant is moving in earnest. The authority he possesses is strengthening their bodies. It seems that the primodial giant is recovering his strength faster than I thought.

After shooting an arrow for a while, Ivan took out several spears from his inventory and stuck them into the ground.

The newly replenished spear will be used up soon.

Ivan, who thought of the price for a moment, shook his mind and focused. He drew a spear around him and twisted his waist to throw it.

Shuwook!

bang!

The spear flew with a roar like a cannon and pierced the yetis chest. One was enough, it penetrated two at the same time and disappeared to the floor. It was blown so hard that it dug so deep into the snow that it couldnt even be seen.

Of course, the giants did not stand still either. They picked up large rocks one by one and started tossing them, which were as good as most siege weapons.

This was a pure physical attack, so it was not easy to counter. The elf called the spirit to block it, but it seemed that the defense would break at any moment.

Baltimoor Iridin, who had decapitated the yeti who approached, said with a frown.

There are not many rocks of that size in the land of severe cold. They must have brought that from their stronghold.

Those guys who look like their brains are full of muscles are using their heads.

Ivan raised his spear and saw giants in the distance. The guys didnt come out directly, they were just throwing rocks from behind.

It was an overly strategic move to leave direct fighting to snowmen, Yeti, or something like that and step back.

Watching the guys who enjoy fighting the enemy directly with weapons like that, Ivan could see that the influence of the tactician was strong.

I dont think its the primodial giants idea .

Ivan, who always felt the eyes of the gods, had a rough understanding of the transcendental mindset. They would never act this way, they consider mortals to be insignificant.

And yet now they are making a detailed strategy and giving instructions one by one? Theres no way they could do something so troublesome.

Ugh-.

The power of Heimdall dwelled in Ivans body. His senses expanded and his eyes and ears became sensitive. Borrowing the senses of a transcendentalist who seemed to look down on the world, he penetrated the blizzard and inspected the enemy lines.

The snowmen fighting in the lead, while the Yeti and Sasquatch wield sharp claws behind them.

Giants throwing rocks from beyond, and behind them, wearing black robes, surveying the battlefield .

Ugh!

Ivan gritted his teeth at the stinging pain in his eyes. The great and gigantic one, noticing his gaze, raised his hand and blocked his sight.

In an instant, a chill ran through his body. Even his soul was cold as if it would freeze.

Chijik!

A strong spark flew from Ivans body. Power flowed from him like a surge of lightning. The power of the thunder god drove away the cold energy.

Ferocious Tooth that tore up a yeti in front of him glanced.

Did you find out anything?

Ivan rubbed his still cold eyes and nodded his head.

I now know why the primal giant is recovering his strength so quickly. The damn Lich is here.

Delfino was taken aback by those words and asked back.

Lich? The Lich, are you referring to the guy who ran away before?

Right. I wonder where he went because the Rotting Grasp didnt reap his soul, but released it, and here he is. Damn bastard.

He sacrificed himself to summon the Rotting Grasped and lost his power greatly, but it must have been that guy.

Ivan isnt sure if the Lich resurrected the primodial giant himself or if he approached the resurrected primodial giant, but he managed to move the giants anyway.

When Ivan reported the news to Philaine Greywood, his eyebrows twisted subtly.

Then we had to completely deal with it before, but what we missed came back like this.

He stared at the enemy camp and shook his head.

The situation is not good right now. We must retreat at once.

At least three days had to buy time. The counterattack is from then on.

Philaine Graywood shut his mouth and looked at the elves around him. The elves who received instructions through the world tree network began to retreat at the same time.

The frost elves seemed to fight a little more fiercely, but then they gnashed their teeth and retreated. Operations took precedence over emotional responses.

Baltimoor Iridin, whose body was soaked in the blood of snowmen, yeti, and sasquatch, shook his head.

I couldnt reduce the number of giants by one.

Instead, we have dealt with a lot of small guys. This is a good start.

Despite Ivans consolation, he did not relaxed.

Those possessed by the primodial giants magic will continue to flock. It doesnt mean much. Because the real ones were the giants who were throwing rocks from behind, and the primodial giant.

Ivan was worried that the giants would start rampaging when the allies retreated, but fortunately they didnt go all the way. Maybe it was because of the confidence that they could trample them any time.

But the next day, when they faced each other again on a far-back front, Ivan could see that they werent just playing around.

A terrible stench spread all over the place. It was very filthy and disgusting, even worse than a rotting corpse.

Ugh! What the hell is this!

Ferocious Tooth covered his nose, giving a look of great discomfort. He noticed that there were new additions to the army of giants that he hadnt seen before.

A huge monster with a height of nearly 5m, a monster that descended into a bowl made from the corpses of a snowmen, Yeti, and Sasquatch that died yesterday.

Delfino confirmed the guys identity and spoke quickly.

This is Wendigo. A demon of snow, ice and hunger. It seeps into peoples minds and drives them crazy, so you have to be careful .

• Aaaaaaagh!

The demon howled. The temperature, which was already cold, went down even further. The resentment of the vengeful spirit, who died of cold and hunger, burrowed in all directions.

At that time, several elves in the lead turned their heads with a creak. Their eyes werent normal.

Eyes full of life, as if looking at prey. Elves possessed by evil spirits rushed in.

Kyaaaagh!