The snowstorm stopped, and although the sun was dazzling, it could not bring much warmth. The deep diver stopped and looked at the ants standing in front of him. He was confused as to why the other party acted like this. Could it be that in this dimension?
In this world, life is so unimportant.
"In this continent of ice and snow, there are only five peak experts, and the blessed knight Lord Bailegang who died under your hands is the patron saint of Frost Riding Castle and the spiritual pillar of the entire ethnic group."
"I have grown up hearing about that Lord's glory since I was a child. Lord Balegang is also a strong man that I respect. May I ask where his body is?"
"I thought about a lot of things before I came here. I even thought about whether to face the villain who strangled Mr. Balegang like this, whether to take action directly or ask questions."
"But after I stand here, everything seems to be unimportant. Maybe I can't stop your steps at all, maybe the existence that can strangle Lord Balegang is not what I can compete with. But even so, I am
As a member of Frost Cavalry Castle, I must fight to the end, there are no cowards in Frost Cavalry Castle!"
Thomas, the peak powerhouse, the great ice mage, the holder of the Frost Barrier (a two-handed staff that looks like an igloo). Although he has just set foot in the peak field for less than a hundred years, with his natural affinity for the power of ice psychic powers,
But he is worthy of the title of the pinnacle powerhouse.
Like many people from Frost Rider Castle, he had grown up listening to the great achievements of Lord Balegang. Under such circumstances, he naturally could not forgive the murderer in front of him.
Originally, the Grand Duke of Frost Riding Castle had repeatedly told him that he only needed to inquire about some information about the other party. As for how to deal with it in the end, he still had to discuss it.
After all, the news of Bailegang's death cannot be changed. If more people are lost, Frost Riding Castle simply cannot bear it. The Third Holy War has ended long ago. Although Frost Riding Fort has developed slowly over the past hundred years, it has not been able to bear it.
There has also been some improvement.
But this kind of compromise made Thomas extremely disgusted. Therefore, he decided to question the other party and ask why the other party took action without any reason.
Perhaps the superiors can better develop the principality, but Thomas is like most people in Frost Rider Castle. He is extremely sensitive, even to the point of having low self-esteem. Whenever he is hurt, he will fight to the death with the other party.
"His body is lying in that snowy mountain. I didn't destroy it. Why do I need to look for a body? Is the body also very important in this dimension?"
"Fight to the death... If your existence is the 'top combat power', then let's stop this farce. I have no interest in being with a group of ants, whether it is five or thousands of ants."
"I will only give you one chance. After all, you have arrived in this dimensional space, so you should act according to the customs here."
"Where is your monarch? Don't tell me that even an ant dares to make me wait. But it is a bit ridiculous and too ignorant."
The Deep Diver was unmoved when he heard this, and his eyes only stayed on the opponent for a few seconds before looking at the looming city. As for the more than two hundred Frost Riding Castle cavalry, they were not worthy of his sideways glance.
From the perspective of deep divers, if based on the values of this dimensional space plane, the monarch should be a ruler-like existence. If you plan to live here temporarily for a period of time, you should first make contact with the other party.
However, what the deep divers call "contact" means "accepting the other party's surrender", not that they are looked down upon as an outsider.
Except for the superiors who are beyond their reach, the deep divers will no longer bow to anyone, let alone compromise with anyone. What's more, the other party has no way to talk about the word "strength". If it is left behind by its former hunters,
The planes are probably just some powerful beasts at best.
Compared with other lower-level people from the hunter plane, the deep diver can be said to be a very happy-go-lucky guy. His idea is very simple, that is, to follow the footsteps of the upper-level people, and there will be no changes before completing the next transformation.
Any personal thoughts.
No one is born with absolute strength. Not only does it require acquired efforts, but the innate starting point is also very important. If the superiors are compared to beings above the clouds, then the inferiors are birds flying freely.
The so-called peak powerhouses or ancient ferocious beasts are, at best, just strong beasts. The deep divers are just persecuting those beasts, but the other side is not only ungrateful, but also provokes them again and again. This makes
The Deep Diver was very dissatisfied. He was absolutely underestimated.
That's why he stopped, otherwise with his great strength, not to mention the one great mage in front of him, even if there were thousands more, they wouldn't be enough for him to kill.
"The origin of magic wandering in another dimension, the silver phantom wandering in the blizzard, come, the sleeping ice elf!"
"The giant snake of ice quietly wakes up, wrapping, entangled, and suffocating all things in long chains, endless torment whipping the soul, in my name, the shackles of ice!"
"The snow-white magic power pours continuously, stagnates, freezes, penetrates all the tens of thousands of years of ice, seals all the huge rays, in my name, the freezing beam!"
Thomas' original plan was to capture the opponent alive and hand him over to the Grand Duke of Frost Riding Castle. But after hearing the other party's wild words, he changed his mind.
The power of ice psychic energy makes this bitter cold land even colder. It first activates the power of life, then interferes with the enemy's actions, and finally delivers a fatal blow. This is a textbook-level spell-casting process, and it is also the most common for traditional magicians.
attack method.
Thomas was confident that he could subdue the opponent. The only thing he was worried about was that he used too much force and in the end the opponent's body would not be completely pieced together, so he would not be able to mourn the Blessed Knight Lord Balegang.
However, those troubles were never solved one day. He still had a cruel smile on his face, but his vision became more and more blurred, and finally he lost consciousness completely.
"So now, are you planning to die here, or are you going to lead the way for me?"
"This is my last chance. I won't waste my time on a bunch of ants anymore."
The Deep Diver was not harmed at all. After all, those ice spells could not shatter his skin, which contained the power of chaos.
On the contrary, the deep diver forcefully swallowed the opponent's psychic power, the ice melted, and the seemingly harmless water mist penetrated the body of the great ice mage Thomas.
The more than two hundred knights of Frost Cavalry looked a little distracted. No matter how experienced they were in many battles, they could not imagine that the opponent's strength could be so terrifying.
A few days later, the Deep Diver jumped off the carriage and began to look at the huge city in front of him. Traces of the war still remain on the city walls, and the flags embroidered with horseshoes rustled in the cold wind.
The city gate has long been opened, and more Frost Riders are lined up on both sides, but they are not holding weapons, as if they have been waiting for a long time.
It was only at this moment that the Deep Diver nodded with some satisfaction, and then walked towards the palace amidst the pointing fingers of countless Frost Riders.
At the same time, the atmosphere in the Royal Palace of Frost Riding Castle seemed a bit solemn. Along with the muffled sound of the gem scepter hitting the ground, the scolding voice also raised a few pitches.
A few minutes later, the two little guys left the palace hall angrily. One's little face was red from suppressing it, and the other had tears in his eyes. He seemed to have been greatly wronged. But the middle-aged woman sitting on the throne was deeply moved.