The earlier attack must have originated from it.
engaged in a back and forth struggle with the frost dragon.
According to the spirit, the dragon was gravely injured and seemed to be no match for the angel.
Indeed, behind the engaged frost dragon, a smaller frost dragon could be seen, confirming by you suspicions.
The armored humans below were likely the knights of the holy court, numbering in the hundreds.
Each apprentice knight was of commanding level.
Surely those knights accompanying the angel were regular troops.
by you could hardly fathom that over a hundred commanding level knights could be mere cannon fodder.
What a formidable assembly that must be.
As for the howling moon silver wolves and the stone giants, they appeared to be allied with the frost dragon, collectively opposing the holy court knights.
The two factions were fiercely contending for something.
Alas, the plan to eradicate the werewolf tribe had been thwarted.
3,000 howling moon silver wolves could hardly stand against over a hundred commanding knights.
At that moment, deep within the icy mountains at the heart of the battlefield.
The frost dragon bore numerous wounds.
Its body marred by injuries inflicted by the angels.
Scalding blood flowed from its wounds, instantly crystallizing into ice.
Opposite the frost dragon stood a solemn and majestic six-winged angel, its wings concealing its visage, while two sets shielded its form, and the remaining pair facilitated flight.
The angel's face remained obscured, but a radiant golden light emanated from behind, and the sword it wielded exuded a divine aura.
"Hand over what you possess, and I shall spare your life.
" The frost dragon retorted, "There is nothing here that you seek.
Be gone from my territory.
" The frost dragon spoke with human tongue, its massive wings beginning to coales layers of ice.
Roar! Leave his place.
With a thunderous roar, the frost dragon conveyed a message to the dimminionive frost dragon behind it.
A radiant blue and white glow emanated between its colossal wings as its deep voice in tone peculiar syllables.
The entire snowcapped mountain plunged into darkness once more as a tumultuous blizzard engulfed the battlefield.
The howling winds rendered the holy knights below unable to open their eyes.
And in an instant, dozens of knights were frozen into ice sculptures, with even the allied Howling moon silver wolf falling victim to the onslaught.
Towering ice walls suddenly surged from the ground.
Encasing the frost dragon and all surrounding foes while leaving the smaller frost dragon isolated.
Roar forward.
The frost dragon unleashed a tremendous breath of icy wind.
Infused with frost and lightning, charging towards the six-winged angel.
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The young frost dragon let out a furious roar.
Glancing at the frost dragon trapped behind the icy wall before turning away and soaring toward the direction beyond the snowcapped mountains.
Bayou stood at the window.
Her gaze fixed intently on the snowy peaks.
She dispatched several specters to discreetly investigate the situation, biting her time for the conclusion of this fierce battle.
Perhaps she could scavenge something valuable from the battlefield.
Amidst the chaos, there must be a body to claim.
It was not too much to hope for a chance to ensure a proper burial for the fallen.
Once more, a brilliant golden light erupted from the snowcapped mountain.
This time even from a distance by you could clearly see the divine radiance coalesed into a golden sword that plunged straight into the mountains core.
A tremendous golden shock wave radiated from the peak causing Bayou to feel a slight tremor beneath her feet.
Just how powerful was this angel? It was utterly terrifying.
To her surprise, the two specters she had sent out had survived.
She had anticipated their demise under the shock wave, but it seemed she had underestimated them.
The specters possessed their own wits and must have found refuge in advance.
It was also possible that the angel's assault lacked spiritual harm, allowing the two specters to escape and scathed.
At that moment, Bayou suddenly spotted a blue figure soaring toward her castle from the heavens.
Goodness, why was the frost dragon heading toward her stronghold? The young frost dragon, having previously seen by you's castle and possessing some knowledge of these foreign fortresses, understood that they did not shift locations.
Even if it could not see the castle on its approach, it firmly believed it remained in place.
As the young frost dragon entered by territory, the legion of undead began to recognize the newcomer as an invader, converging toward its presence.
The young frost dragon found itself with no choice.
Its mother had commanded it to flee.
But where could it go? The holy court forces of Marshall continent were beyond its capacity to confront, let alone the angelic clan, regardless of where it chose to seek refuge.
The pressure from the holy court and the angels posed a risk of betrayal, leaving it with no option but to ally with the foreign races.
The possibility of coexistence with the indigenous peoples was utterly non-existent.
Although these foreign beings were currently pathetically weak, they exhibited rapid growth, and their fortifications were astonishingly formidable.
Even its own mother had remarked that it could not shake their stronghold in the slightest.
Surrounding the frigid mountain, both outside and within, were the castles of these foreign races.
The reason for not choosing them was simply that by castle was the mightiest of all.
by seeking refuge within the foreign castle.
Even if the Holy Court and the angels discovered it, they would have no means to confront it.
Little did it know, Byu's invincible protective barrier was in fact dwindling to a mere day.
How would the young frost dragon feel if it were to learn of this? At this moment, the young frost dragon was drawing closer to Bayu's town territory.
Arthur led the dragons in a swirling dance above, while below, a dense throng of undead gathered.
Even the four statues at the entrance of the white jade castle opened their crimson eyes, trembling as layers of stone skin shed away.
In that moment, the four gargoyles revived, each emanating an aura of leadership.
They soared into the sky with the enhancement of the throne of withered bones.
YJ possessed over a dozen leaders among its undead, both in the army and the air force.
The young frost dragon was takenback.
In just a few days of absence, this alien race had ascended to such heights.
If a battle were to ensue, escaping and scathed from the onslaught of these undead would be uncertain, and even its breath of frost could not encase so many leaders in ice.
However, it was not there to fight.
The castle's protective barrier loomed before it, radiating boundless power.
The barrier kept it at bay, unable to advance further.
The undead made no move to attack, merely surrounding it.
Inside the castle, White Jade observed clearly.
The Little Frost Dragon seemed devoid of hostility.
Otherwise, it could have launched an assault the moment it entered White Jade's territory.
I wish to see your leader, the Little Frost Dragon declared, directing its gaze at the largest of the skeletal dragons, Arthur.
See me? White Jade pondered, listening intently from within the castle.
What is this? seeking refuge.
Please do not lure the angels here.
Panic seized White Jade.
If angels were to pursue, it would spell disaster.
Well, it would mean living for just one more day.
Stepping outside the castle, all the undead parted to grant white jade passage.
In the courtyard, White Jade gazed upward at the frost dragon.
Upon seeing White Jade emerge from the castle, the little frost dragon immediately descended.
The surrounding intelligent undead remained calm, for white jade was still within the protective barrier.
Busin nod.
Human, I wish to submit to you.
The little frost dragon's proclamation startled White Jade, who was skeptical of such serendipity.
Weariness clouded its visage.
I refuse.