Chapter 92 Plunder Time
As the battle tilted heavily and the generals fell, this tenacious army finally collapsed. Some began to flee, no longer fighting to the death.
Brian paid no attention to the scattered escapees. His vassals had already given chase. In the vast northern Ice Field, it was nearly impossible for humans unaccustomed to such an environment to escape the pursuit of Ice Field creatures.
At this moment, he turned his gaze to the last humans still putting up a desperate resistance.
Copperfield, along with some heavily armored knights and spellcasters gathered around him.
They were surrounded, their numbers dwindling rapidly. However, under Copperfield's protective spells, they wouldn't all die immediately.
Brian put away Rosha's weapon, a magical greatsword capable of easily cutting through dragon scales, and then with a flap of his Dragon Wings, he soared into the sky, parting the wind and snow, and flew towards Copperfield's position.
The White Dragon Mother, that foolish dragon, was cruelly toying with some isolated enemies, grabbing them into the air and then dropping them to their deaths, enjoying it immensely.
Brian didn't share her malicious pleasure.
However, he didn't stop the White Dragon Mother either. If she enjoyed it, so be it; that was her nature.
If she were smart enough, she would have already attacked Copperfield, killed him, and then rightfully claimed the spoils of a mid-level mage.
The White Dragon Mother was closer to Copperfield. If she realized this, she could act before Brian.
On the other side, when the old mage saw Brian flying towards him, a look of unwillingness and despair appeared on his face.
Had he not been severely injured by the explosive fireball at the beginning, he could have played a greater role in this battle. But it was too late for regrets. Copperfield gritted his teeth, suppressing his regret and physical pain, and chanted a spell with a pale face.
Quickly, elemental energy gathered, forming several steel-like chains that swiftly wrapped around Brian's limbs, with the other ends rooted in the ground, deep underground.
A fourth-level protective spell, Ground Binding Chains.
The speed of this spell's attack was extremely fast, and even with Brian's speed and reflexes, he couldn't dodge in time.
As the steel chains wrapped around his limbs, a pulling force immediately restricted Brian's movement.
At the same time, Copperfield tore open a spell scroll, and a shockwave pushed the surrounding Vassal Army away. He shouted, "Run!"
The people around him didn't hesitate. Taking advantage of the Vassal Army being knocked down, they quickly scattered in all directions, using various means to distance themselves from the battlefield.
Brian shook his head and pulled hard with his Dragon Claws.
"Futile struggle."
Crack, crack, crack...
The grating sound of metal twisting echoed as the chains wrapped around him gradually stretched and snapped, then dissipated into elemental energy, vanishing in the wind and snow.
"Tell me, why are you here?"
Brian spoke in the Common Language, his voice deep.
Hearing the white dragon in front of him speak, Copperfield was momentarily stunned, then sneered, "Want to know? Go to hell and ask Tiamat!"
"Despicable, shameless Evil Dragon, one day you'll be completely wiped out from Noah Continent!"
Several explosive spell seals shot from Copperfield's front towards Brian, but Brian swiped them away with his claws, shattering them instantly. His Dragon Claws remained unscathed, his defense far surpassing that of a ferocious frost tiger.
Brian's expression remained unchanged, and he no longer wasted words with his opponent.
He slightly opened his dragon mouth, revealing interlocking sharp dragon teeth, and lowered his head to aim at Copperfield.
There was no brewing ice-blue glow of Dragon's Breath inside, but Copperfield's instinctive reaction made him feel an extreme sense of danger. He knew the danger came from Brian, but he didn't know exactly what it was.
"Dragon's Breath?"
Copperfield looked around, seeing the ferocious white dragon, the brutish ogre, and the beast-like ferocious tiger... He took a deep breath and began to construct a spell with a numb expression.
Strands of solidified blue spiritual light appeared, wrapping around his body, as if encasing Copperfield in a blue transparent crystal.
Blue Crystal Spiritual Light, a spell specifically designed to defend against white dragon breath.
Immediately, an invisible, intangible breath of Plunder Time, unseen by anyone else, was exhaled from Brian's mouth.
Along the way, snowflakes touched by the breath of Plunder Time instantly melted, as if they had never existed, forming a hollow path in the air.
This visual scene made Copperfield's face change, and his heart filled with unease.
In an instant, the breath of Plunder Time engulfed Copperfield, who had cast a protective spell. The blue crystal spiritual light around him failed to function as expected, being directly penetrated by the invisible breath of Plunder Time.
Dense wrinkles blossomed on Copperfield's face, and his once somewhat glossy skin quickly dulled and sagged, as if aged by many years, turning white in an instant.
Realizing the changes in his body, Copperfield's face was filled with terror.
But soon, he couldn't even react with terror.
Magic power drained away, bodily functions declined, and his mind became confused... Within seconds, the light of wisdom belonging to a spellcaster had dimmed in his eyes.
The effect of the breath of Plunder Time was destined to be highly threatening to older beings.
It inflicted less harm on long-lived creatures like dragons or elves.
Due to the dissolution and loss of magic power in the breath of Plunder Time, Copperfield's withered and aged body, deprived of magical protection, was exposed to the wind and snow.
The biting cold wind hit him, and with just a fierce blow, it extinguished his already flickering life force.
Thud!
The aged body fell silently onto the snowfield, like a piece of withered wood.
Brian withdrew his gaze, took the undamaged magical items from Copperfield's body, glanced at them briefly, and put them away.
Then, he looked at the other humans who were fleeing.
Brian's vassals were pursuing these people, rapidly reducing their numbers.
At the same time, the White Dragon Mother, bored of her game of dropping people from the sky, flew to Brian's side. Seeing his relatively unscathed body, she snorted lightly and said, "Brian, I demand a change in the distribution of the spoils."
Brian turned to look at the White Dragon Mother.
Compared to Brian, the White Dragon Mother's body was covered in scars, with many places where her dragon scales were shattered, and there were congealed bloodstains nearby, making her look somewhat battered.
These injuries were mainly because she had attracted too much firepower at the beginning, being the focus of concentrated attacks. After Rosha targeted Brian, she had suffered fewer injuries.
"How do you want to change it?"
Brian asked.
The White Dragon Mother tilted her head in thought, then pointed to the numerous wounds on her body and said, "Look at me, and then look at yourself."
Pausing for a moment, she added with a mix of pity and threat, "I've been seriously injured, almost died. If I don't get enough spoils, then I will..."
Brian narrowed his eyes and said, "Then what will you do?"
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