The battle with the frost giant elder started suddenly and ended hastily, and the outcome was not even decided.
But after this battle, Angelina was obviously a little stimulated.
Not only was he unable to capture the old guy, but he was even vaguely humiliated by the old guy, and he became angry.
And her brother, Byron, who had been entrenched in the logistics army and didn't even bother to move when she sent a signal, happened to sneer at her maliciously at this moment.
These two white dragons seemed to want to fight first.
But at this time, the great shaman of the Frost Spirit announced an order from the King of Hanchuan, which was sent from the master of the Pale Tower.
Only then did the two white dragons stop fighting angrily.
Then one returned to command the combat army, and the other returned to the logistics army. The army's marching speed suddenly increased, and it pointed directly at the Raging Valley.
"This guy Simondega...hey, he deserves to be the King of Hanchuan, he's really interesting!"
All of this, the two bug men who were already considered to be "well-connected", quickly gathered together on Isaac's side.
Combined with the "detection technique", what one should see and what one should feel...
Looking at the rapidly advancing ice orc army, a thoughtful look slowly emerged in Isaac's eyes.
Obviously, Simondega may not be able to grasp the time accurately for the battle between the white dragon and the frost giant elder, but he must be well prepared.
This preparation may be pointing to what the insect man said, that some people in the surrounding area are paying attention to this side.
This battle should be able to draw some people's attention!
Because of this, neither Simon Degar nor the leader of the frost giant tribe showed up, so it was natural.
"After cleaning up the bystanders, it's time for the real decisive battle. Therefore, it is reasonable for the orc army to accelerate its advance."
"This old guy is able to attract the attention of the Dragon Queen, and even allows me to invite him across dimensions. It's really something extraordinary. He has truly completely broken away from the 'White Shame'!"
"Not only the vision and strategy, but also the selection of successors are also great!"
Isaac slowly withdrew his gaze.
Obviously, Angelina, the heir to the position of Lord Hanchuan, is completely qualified!
As an advanced dragon, she has the strength to overwhelm her younger brother Byron. When needed, she is fully qualified to control the territory and the army on behalf of Simon Degar.
And as a white dragon, the most important thing is that she is a white dragon with a normal mind... In Isaac's eyes, this should be the fundamental reason why Simondega regards her as his "dearest child" and "territory heir". It’s there!
Simondega "can afford" her? He can also "afford" another white dragon!
"This guy……"
There was a hint of contemplation in Isaac's eyes.
Over the past few days, his understanding of the White Dragon Envoy has become deeper and deeper.
Gu Bailong, who is quite powerful in this method... He is already considering? After this cooperation? After the Frostfire Roar is successful, and after the White Dragon Envoy is truly in place, he and this, with this side, What kind of relationship should we maintain!
He intends to explore this world in depth.
Whether it was negotiating with the Pale Tower or the Black-robed Mage Guild.
We still need to explore the legends of those two legendary gods.
This world? It was worth his investment.
And since you have to invest your efforts here, do you want to continue to maintain a relationship with the White Dragon Envoy? You have to plan it in advance.
And this is closely related to the evaluation of Simondega.
"He is now? Not to mention his own ancient dragon level power? Not to mention the two adult white dragons, or the black-robed mages of the Dragon Worship Cult. This orc army alone is powerful enough."
"And when he takes up his position as the White Dragon Envoy and gets the White Dragon Crown..."
"There's no rush, just wait and take another look!"
After Isaac's eyes flickered slightly, he slowly suppressed the relevant things.
He wanted to take another look at this ancient dragon to see if it would... expand after he obtained the White Dragon Crown and discovered the use of the White Dragon's divine power!
After all, if the frost giant is defeated this time, nothing can stop him in this northern land except the frost fire witch huddled on the ice ocean!
Will he continue to settle down in this ice field, or...will he explore the rich lands to the south?
Yes, that is a form of cooperation!
No, then it’s time to change to another one!
…
As the army speeds up, the harassment effect of frozen soil scouts and the like has been weakened a lot.
Under Angelina's active high-altitude inspection, in only two days, Isaac arrived at the snow-capped mountains that he had visited once at night.
As if they were stuck in time, the army had just arrived here and had not yet officially entered the mountain.
Accompanied by a majestic roar, from the southern sky, Simondega's huge figure, like a white rainbow, suddenly shot across a hundred miles of space, and in the blink of an eye, it was already above the army.
As a true ancient dragon, even if it is only the smallest white dragon among the five-color dragons, Simondega is already over ninety feet long.
When he flew here, the two white dragons Angelina and Byron also flew into the sky at the same time.
Comparing them next to him, the two adult white dragons looked like two children.
The orcs below, even the great shaman, and even the frost bear knights, all showed true respect when they saw his figure.
They surrender to the King of Hanchuan, not only to his power, but also to worship his ambition and aspirations!
In the vast northern ice plain, no one can provide them with well-equipped weapons and armor and a strong environment like the King of Hanchuan!
Compared to the ambitions of the King of Hanchuan, even the Frost Giants in Frostfall Land are far behind, let alone any other force!
"After conquering this land of frost, it should be time to go south, right?"
"Those humans...those dwarves...that endless wealth..."
The ice orc's eyes were faintly red, and he was breathing heavily.
…
Simondega's eyes were overlooking certain important places within the mountains.
The war with this side has been too long, and he is too familiar with everything about this mountain range, especially the dangerous places that are easy to defend but difficult to attack and have many defensive facilities.
With just a few glances, he had already seen numerous monster armies from a distance.
There are frost giants, ogres and trolls, but the most numerous ones are still ice orcs.
In terms of individual strength, these monster armies are no worse than his army.
but……
There was a trace of indifferent contempt in Simondega's narrow vertical pupils.
These frost giants are still not making any progress!
There is no order in the army!
The equipment is disorganized and even worse!
Comparing with his formation and the standard, the gap between the regular army and the militia is simply the same!
If it weren't for those frost giants with at least fourteen life energy levels as their core after adulthood, even if they were to defend against danger, they probably wouldn't be able to withstand a few attacks from his army!
Simondega's eyes finally focused on a deep valley outside the mountain range.
"You are getting older again. Even ten miles away, I can smell your rotten breath. Ukuqi, you would never shrink your head like this before. You can no longer hold the 'Frost Fire Roar' 'Yet?"
"Old guy, you have to work harder. If you die this time, there will be no successor to 'Frostfire Roar'. By then, your Furious Valley will be my palace!"
Simondega's voice was calm and peaceful, as if he was reminiscing with an old friend, but the meaning of his words was...
"Oh, I asked you, you little reptile with a shrinking head, how dare you suddenly come to visit me? It turns out you treat me like a dying old man."
"I can't swing the hammer, so why don't you come over and give it a try in person to see if you came two hundred years too early!"
A cold laughter slowly came up from the dark valley.
The corner of Simondega's mouth also curved a little: "It seems that you are not too old to move. That's good. I was really afraid that you would die of old age, so... I waited until you could still move. At this time, I specially come to see you off for the last time, bringing a perfect end to our hundreds of years of friendship!"
"It's time to come to an end. But whether you take off my old man or I smash your head, it depends on whether you are too soft and slippery or whether I am hard enough! Come on, I Waiting for you!"
There was a bit of ridicule in Ukuqi's sneer, but also full of faith.
We really need to increase our confrontation with this old friend and increase our intensity. Otherwise, if, as this old friend said, there is no suitable successor at that time who can completely control the power of Frostfire Roar... ...It may not be impossible for the Valley of Fury to really change their surname!
Simondega slowly withdrew his gaze.
This old guy seems to be using his usual defensive tactics.
However, he had made up his mind to completely remove it, and he was already prepared to pay enough price and make enough sacrifices.
"My most loyal warriors, today is the most important first step for us to conquer the ice sheet. Use your blood, your bravery, and your fearlessness to fight for your ambitions!"
"After today, the Frostfall Land will belong to me and to you!"
"Attack! Kill all those who resist!"
Gu Bailong's deep shout was like thunder and drums.
Countless orcs raised their weapons and roared violently.
"King of Hanchuan!"
"King of Ice!"
The shamans began to pray.
The first ones to be attached were the twenty-three frost bear knights.
With the blessing of magical aura, they seemed to have an extra layer of silver armor on their bodies.
I saw them clamping down on the bear's back, and the huge frost bear roared suddenly, like a moving hill, and crashed into the ice and snow mountains with a rumbling and trembling sound.
The Winter Wolf Knight followed closely behind, and then came the heavily armored orcs, the barbarians of the North!
Frost Shaman is at the core of all armies, and the great shaman Qi Kainan even took over the direct command of the army from Simon Deja.
"Angelina, Byron Tien, you guys cooperate in the overall situation. Stop doing stupid things with your head covered. Once you suffer a loss, you have to grow again."
Simondega glanced left and right at his dearest children, especially taking a deep look at Angelina.
"I'll come back to you with Harriman's head!"
Angelina gritted her teeth. She felt that her position as the first heir was somewhat shaken because of the frost giant elder.
Only by avenging shame can we be stable!
"I will cooperate with Angelina well, at least I won't let her get trapped in it."
Byron nodded calmly.
Just what he said... Angelina was already flying out of her eyes, but she didn't forget to glare back at him.
He then roared, activated Dragon Power, and then swept towards the mountains.
"These two brats!"
Simondega shook his head slightly, as if he was a little disappointed, but... his eyes remained indifferent and calm.
With his wings relaxed, he slowly flew into the mountains, pointing towards the dark valley without any haste.
In the dragon's keen sense, the old guy still looked like he was huddled there, as if he was in some hidden cave or under the ground!
This old guy's own strength is probably no longer at its peak. If he really faces his army, he may not be able to control one side alone, and he may be forced to use the power of the roaring frost fire.
And even the power of a holy weapon is not unlimited, let alone a legendary war hammer that is just a holy weapon.
Every time the old guy uses the power of the war hammer, it means that at least in this war, the power of the war hammer will be weakened by one point.
And once the power of the war hammer is weakened to a certain extent... the cooperation between him and Jakura, even the roar of frostfire, cannot be taken casually!
Therefore, even though Simondega pointed at the old guy and left, he never moved slowly or hastily, and did not care at all whether the old guy would suddenly rush out and break into his army.
He hasn't flown to the other side of the deep valley yet.
The Frost Bear Knight here has already crashed into the first line of defense.
There were rolling logs rolling down like streams, bows and arrows flying, and huge rocks being thrown.
But neither the frost bear nor the knight stopped.
With unparalleled brute force, thick skin and thick flesh, and wearing heavy protective gear, one of them crashed directly into the stream of rolling logs, smashing through several roads, and even the bows and arrows hit them, leaving no room for them. More injuries.
One of them waved the shield in his hand and swept away the arrows. From time to time, when a boulder hit him, someone would jump up and block the boulder in the air.
These knights are all second-level Northland barbarians. Even if their brute force is not as good as the frost giants, they are not without the strength to resist.
With them as the leader, Hanchuan's army has hit the first line of defense like a torrent.
Just then.
A fierce whistling sound suddenly rose, black smoke was like fog, and thick power of death rose rapidly from the ground.
Same moment.
The Frost Frost Great Shaman, who directly commanded the army, waved her witch wand and pointed towards the place where the black smoke was thickest.
In a strong force of ice, large swaths of hailstones rained down like heavy rain.
The extremely cold magic ice instantly froze the rising black smoke and dispersed it.
As soon as the great shaman moved, the other frost shamans also cast their spells.
Basically they are in the field of ice spells.
Freeze ray! Frost Breath! Frozen spear! Snow storm! Hail spell! Ice storm!
All kinds of magic are sweeping through the black smoke area.
The frost giant didn't show any signs of weakness.
There is a soul whisperer summoning the lost souls, and the black smoke gathers into heads of ghost spirits.
Trolls and ogres were possessed by the berserk spell, and each of them roared and rushed towards the frost bear.
Frost giant warriors and frozen soil scouts also appeared behind.
As soon as they moved, even the Frost Bear's eyes instinctively showed vigilance.
"Aren't those black-robed mages eager to come out?"
At some point, further behind the first line of defense, a frost giant nearly thirty feet tall was leaning alone against a cliff.
His eyes did not look directly towards the battlefield.
However, everything over there was clearly displayed in his mind.
The King of Hanchuan finally flew over the deep valley.
But...the black-robed mages are still hiding without a trace.
