From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 46 Dragon Hunting Operation, Niflheim

"The blizzard is getting even worse!"

The rising heat formed a barrier, enveloping Orfgang's entire body and helping him resist the dragon's breath.

Strangely, even though the wind and snow were getting heavier, he felt that the ice dragon's breath had weakened.

It was as if... this blizzard, coming against the dragon's breath, was intentionally protecting him.

Before he could figure out why, the pressure coming from the shield suddenly decreased.

Ahead, the ice dragon raised its head, staring at the dark figure approaching it through the wind and snow, and uttered a thunderous sound in dragon language:

"A young dragon? No, of course you are not. You are just a lowly hybrid."

Its body was covered in ice-blue scales, its four dragon claws supported the ground, its pair of wide dragon wings on its back were always folded, and its back was covered with pale white bone spikes.

His icy blue pupils were filled with majesty, giving him an appearance that was both powerful and beautiful.

"What is it saying?" Orfgang wondered, his gaze never leaving the ice dragon.

Behind him, his two companions stood as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Orfgang, get out of there! A horde of blasphemous creatures is coming!"

Celia's voice reached his ears through the wind and snow. He immediately understood and, without even glancing behind him, moved to the side behind a rock.

This rock can both block the ice dragon's breath and is a certain distance from where he was just now, making it a relatively safe location.

Orfgang turned his head slightly, glancing behind him out of the corner of his eye, his inner alarm bells ringing.

"These are... so many ghouls!"

As the blizzard passed, rhythmic footsteps echoed, and a chilling undead legion emerged from it, each step stomping on the hearts of the Windrunners.

This army looked as if it had just crawled out of a graveyard; every soldier was indistinguishable from a dried corpse, except for a pair of eyes that shone with an eerie blue light.

They were clad in tattered armor, their surfaces covered with sharp ice spikes, and they wielded uniformly styled blood-red ice spears. Their steps were perfectly synchronized, and their battle roars shook the heavens and the earth.

Judging from their military discipline alone, they do not resemble an army of undead, but rather a lord's direct forces.

Fear surged like a tide, but the three Windrunners were alright; they were used to great storms and were able to suppress this emotion that came from nowhere.

But Levi, hiding behind the big rock, was different. He was just an inexperienced mage apprentice who had never seen the world, and he was so frightened that he fainted on the spot.

"A ghoul? No, this isn't a ghoul, but a White Walker twisted by the Wendigo."

Celia, who came from the Church of the Green Path, was more qualified to speak on this matter. After a moment of hesitation, she immediately made a judgment based on those blue eyes.

"Wendigo? Why would a mere Wendigo provoke an ice dragon?" Colin's first reaction was disbelief.

But when he spotted the leader of the undead legion, the tall figure charging at the front, his mind went blank for a moment.

"Wait, is that the guy who's in charge?"

Whether it was the Ice Dragon or the Windrunner, everyone's eyes were focused on that figure, and they were all guessing his identity.

The focus of everyone's attention was Mordy, the leader of the White Walkers and an intruder who, with his familiarity with ice magic, usurped control of the blizzard.

The weather was on his side, allowing his [Trembling Chill Curse] to blend into the blizzard and seep into the ice dragon's body through the gaps in its scales.

Although the extreme cold portion of the Frost Curse was not very useful due to the Ice Dragon's innate resistance to cold, the Aberration and Wither portions were still effective.

The ice dragon immediately sensed something was wrong. It spoke in dragon language, suppressing and purifying the curse it was under, and a ferocious expression appeared on its face.

"You lowly half-breed, how dare you defile my noble body with your filthy curse!"

The dragon claw, radiating a chilling aura, slammed down; without the aid of magic, its power was still astonishing.

Even a warrior-class superhuman would suffer internal injuries if struck by the blow; this was a lesson learned the hard way by Orfgang.

"That mysterious man is in trouble," Orfgang said instinctively, seeing that the leader of the undead legion was neither dodging nor avoiding the attack, as if he was going to take it head-on.

"He underestimated his opponent," Colin thought.

Celia frowned; her intuition, always sharp, told her that things weren't so simple.

Only when Levi, who had just woken up, peeked out from behind the big rock with a puzzled look on his face did the confusion on his face completely disappear, and he was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

Amidst the vast snowstorm, a black figure with its back to him raised a giant sword, directly clashing with the ice dragon's descending claws, even tearing through its hard scales and leaving a bloody mark on the dragon's claws.

This result was completely unexpected by everyone present.

For the first time, Orfgang began to doubt his own hard-earned body, while Colin stared wide-eyed, worried that his words might be carried by the cold wind to the muscular man's ears.

Celia's brow relaxed, while Rivera... he hadn't quite come to his senses yet.

The most unacceptable one is the ice dragon.

After glancing at the wound on the dragon's claw that could not heal due to unknown factors, it showed a serious expression for the first time, and the aura it exuded was also very different from before.

It is even more oppressive and terrifying.

It no longer underestimates its opponent, but instead treats the person in front of it as an opponent of the same level.

"Lowly, half-blood?" Mordy gripped the greatsword in one hand, a cold smile playing on his lips.

For those who constantly talk about "lowly" bloodlines, he will make them understand just how great the blood healing technique is, which has been continuously improved by generations of blood mage masters.

He would make it watch as its bloodline was tainted and taken over by the hybrids it saw, and watch as its noble bloodline became someone else's toy.

Modi raised his right hand, and his Cold Blood True Qi condensed into a blood-red spear, which he gripped tightly in his hand.

At the same time, the White Walker troops also raised their blood spears and made the same gesture as him.

The moment his gaze met the ice dragon's, all distracting thoughts vanished from his mind, and in an instant, the spear flew from his hand.

Behind them, the White Walker forces also simultaneously hurled blood spears.

The crimson spears rained down like a storm, offering almost no escape for the massive ice dragon, which was essentially a sitting duck.

"This undead legion is probably comparable to, no, far surpasses, the Blackrock City Lord's Guard that I have ever seen."

Orfgang was absolutely certain of his idea.

With such an army, even facing forces from the northern lords that outnumber them tenfold, they would surely be able to easily achieve victory.

Even the ice dragon couldn't withstand the offensive of such an army.

Just when Orfgang believed it, the ice dragon proved him wrong once again.

The ice dragon roared, and its dragon language radiated outwards along the sound waves.

The blood spears were knocked away and slowed down by the dragon's roar, with only a few managing to reach its body before being deflected by its ice armor.

"That ice dragon, it didn't use its full strength just now."

Celia's brow, which had just relaxed, furrowed again. She hadn't expected that the ice dragon, who had just fought them to a standstill, was actually toying with them.

"If I had known this mission would be this dangerous, I would never have come along."

Colin retreated to the rock where Reeves was hiding, grabbed the stunned mage apprentice, and said fiercely:

"Kid, things have gotten out of our control. If I tell you to run, you have to run. Don't look back, even if you die. Understand?!"

"I understand, I understand." Levi's face was ashen, and his whole body was trembling.

Behind a rock closest to the battlefield, Orfgang's expression beneath his helmet grew increasingly calm.

His mind raced, analyzing every change on the battlefield.

After a moment, he made a decision.

At the same moment, the ancient dragon language once again resounded through the throat of winter.

"Hybrid, I acknowledge your power," the ice dragon said in its distinctive hoarse voice. "My name is Niflheim, hybrid. You are worthy to know my name."

"Niflheim?" Mordy squinted. Having just learned some of the dragon language, he knew exactly what the dragon name meant.

"Frosty Wings and Shadows".

His eyes narrowed, and the blood-red spear reappeared in his hand, which he hurled toward Niflheim.

The hundred-strong White Walker army followed closely behind him, throwing blood spears once more.

Seeing them repeat their old tricks, the ice dragon grinned menacingly, about to utter the dragon's language.

Dragon Language [Imbalance and Expulsion] x7!

Before the White Walker army, seven White Walker Lords stepped forward, unleashing their dragon roars before Niflheim could.

The seven dragon roars struck the ice dragon almost simultaneously, causing it to lose its balance, stagger a few steps, and swallow back the dragon words it was about to utter.

The next moment, a dense array of blood spears arrived as expected.

The crimson spear, hurled by Modi himself, arrived first, tearing through its icy armor, then its dragon scales, and finally piercing its flesh, drinking its dragon blood.

Niflheim cried out in pain before being engulfed by blood spears.

One after another, blood spears pierced towards it, most of which were blocked by the ice armor and dragon scales, but some of them pierced its flesh.

The blood spears, stained with blood, took on a slightly icy blue hue. Like living creatures, their spearheads transformed into roots, continuing to penetrate Niflheim's body and devour its flesh.

The [Trembling Chill Curse] mounted on the Blood Spear is also spreading rampantly. With the Blood Spear as its mother element, it is even more difficult to eliminate them.

The unexpected injury caused Niflheim's eyes to turn crimson.

"It's a curse again; it's defiling my body and polluting my spirit."

The dragon's roar, which had never been ineffective, failed for the first time. It simply gave up on treatment, flapped its wings, and vanished in a cloud of icy mist.

"Disappeared?"

Recalling the other party's name, "Frosty Wing Shadow," Modi became wary.

The name "Frosty Wings Shadow" may be related to its ability to transform into ice mist.

One second, two seconds... Just when the three Windrunners were starting to doubt that the Ice Dragon had left, a cloud of ice mist appeared out of thin air behind Mordy.

With each breath, the icy mist solidified, revealing the body of a dragon.

Behind him, the Niflheimer rose upright, each of its two dragon claws gripping an ice-blue lightning spear.

The moment it appeared, it plunged its lightning spear into the ground, unleashing a torrent of chilling lightning.

"I've been waiting for you." Modi turned around, revealing his blood dragon form, and gripped the greatsword with both hands to deliver a spinning slash to the ice dragon.

The blade struck the ice dragon's raised hind leg, tearing open a huge, bloody wound.

The lightning, carrying a chilling aura, struck his body, leaving frost-covered wounds on his blood-red scales.