Chapter 87 The War
The northern Ice Field was fraught with danger.
As time passed quickly, three days had gone by. The resolute human army was now passing a towering snowy mountain, nearly a thousand feet high. The peak was shrouded in converging snowstorms, obscuring their view.
The human army maintained an orderly march, and after brief scrutiny, continued forward until reaching the base of the mountain.
At that moment, a thunderous roar echoed, resonating loudly. The fearsome Dragon's Might descended like a breaking dam, sweeping through the human army like a violent tempest.
The army erupted into chaos. Horses with magical creature bloodlines collapsed, their legs turning to jelly, some even perishing outright from fright. Most human knights were paralyzed with fear, tumbling from their mounts into the snow.
Two enormous shadows appeared unnoticed above the army, casting over the falling snow and darkening the sky.
Simultaneously, a pair of white dragons, surrounded by gales and blizzards, descended along the slope of the mountain with overwhelming momentum. Their open mouths glowed with dangerous, icy blue light.
Beside the two white dragons, a significant number of magical creatures followed, creating an imposing scene. Most notably, a colossal tiger over thirty feet long, exuding a fierce presence, roared thunderously.
Rosha and Copperfield's faces changed dramatically as they finally understood the source of their unease. But they were also puzzled. Among the two white dragons, one appeared to be immature. Even with their retinue, they shouldn't have caused such dread, at most being a nuisance.
Copperfield raised his staff, chanting as he detected the anomaly, and now completed his spell.
Anti-Dragon Aura.
A column of light shot into the sky, greatly diminishing the Dragon's Might, seeping into the surrounding air and providing lasting protection.
The knights and their steeds restored to normal, quickly remounting and retrieving their large shields, forming a defensive formation while rallying with cries of "For the glory of Mocha!"
Thick iron shields interlocked, quickly forming a solid iron wall. The runes on the shields lit up, their bright glow piercing through the blizzard, evoking an unbreakable image.
On the continent of Noah, dragons were rare but not unheard of. Many nations had suffered dragon attacks, making defense against such assaults a part of military training.
Skylock!
The army's spellcasters joined forces to construct a spell, an invisible force that greatly restricted the flight capabilities of Brian and Salia. Both dragons felt a sudden weight, struggling to maintain flight. However, they could still manage short gliding descents.
Brian kept pace with Salia.
In mere seconds, the two dragons approached the human army at an alarming speed, their Frost Breath ready to unleash. The next moment, icy blue Frost Breath spewed from their mouths, frigid winds mingled with sharp ice crystals, piercing through the blizzard and rushing toward the human defensive line.
Simultaneously, Copperfield tore open a spell scroll. A transparent, glass-like magical glow covered the shields.
A fourth-ring spell, Mass Resistance to Energy.
Combined with the Anti-Dragon Aura, another fourth-ring spell reducing the potency of a dragon's breath, it fortified the human defense line.
The two dragons' breaths, one thick and one thin, collided violently against the knights' shields. Runes flared intensely, magic working tirelessly to repel the Frost Breath, but inevitably ice spread, freezing dozens directly in its path into lifelike ice statues.
The human army's response to the attack was exemplary, yet they couldn't completely withstand the assault.
Salia was dissatisfied with this effect, feeling angered. In her mind, a single breath should've claimed at least a hundred lives.
"Pathetic human vermin!"
With an irate roar, she plunged into the human army like a white bulldozer, overturning hundreds along her path and leaving deep furrows in her wake as she rampaged.
Unlike the impulsive White Dragon Mother, Brian did not rush blindly into the fray. He observed her quickly suffering the consequences.
Entrapped within the human army, Salia struggled like she was stuck in a quagmire, enduring coordinated assaults from heavily armored knights whose heavy, enchanted swords gradually chipped away at her scales.
With each swing of her Dragon Claws and sweep of her tail, she could kill a portion of the people, but not all, and more would rush in. Armored knights with protective enchantments held their ground like a chained net, methodically depleting her vitality.
Brian shook his head in exasperation, mentally cursing Salia for her recklessness. She had underestimated the human forces, treating them as ordinary soldiers. Though she was ensnared, she absorbed a hefty portion of the knights' attention, making it challenging to confine an adult true dragon.
At this moment, Brian's minions arrived.
The ferocious frost tiger led, charging through the gap created by Salia, tearing into the human ranks with ruthless efficiency, each swipe and pounce claiming lives, its frosty breath lethal upon contact.
Ogres, terror lizards like armored crocodiles, and white hounds with sharp teeth followed, engaging in close combat with the knights, resembling a dagger tearing through the rushed human defenses.
Ogres smashed through the masses like tanks, few knights able to face them alone. White hounds targeted the knights' steeds, their fangs easily severing limbs. Terror lizards, clad in armor-like scales, breathed fire, turning knights into human torches.
Further back, Arctic Ice Spirits cast spells, unleashing a barrage of sharp ice crystals upon the humans.
The army's spellcasters retaliated fiercely. Ice, flame, lightning, venom—different elemental attacks filled the chaos, with dragons and the frost tiger wreaking havoc, the battle turned unpredictable.
And chaos favored Brian's side.
Unlike Salia, Brian didn't dive into the human ranks; he continued to breathe frost from a distance, turning knights into ice sculptures. He maintained a low profile, observing the opponents' spellcasters without drawing excessive attention or attracting heavy fire.
