Chapter 425: Winter-Breaking Roar

"Hoo, hoo!"

Bearing divine power was a great burden on Boris's physical body. After continuously cutting down seven or eight Troll Zombies, he no longer possessed his initial ease and grace, and he seized a gap to pant heavily.

"Look at this, you poor little worm! You will grow tired, but my big treasure won't! You had better be careful not to be smashed by it; this was once the King of the Troll Kingdom!"

The Nikulachi Vampire's scarlet eyes stared fixedly at Boris, as if he were a "piece of raw material." As it raised both hands to channel magic, a terrifying monster moved up from the foot of the palace wall.

"Grimnir above! Anyone qualified to die under the Dargo Axe is a warrior; their corpse should not be subjected to such desecration!"

Grimm Ironfist froze upon seeing the purple-red hair on the giant corpse's back, which was unlike that of ordinary Trolls, then looked down at the giant axe in his palm and roared. Sinuoli grabbed him just in time.

Sinuoli had heard of the Troll King Trundell, the monster king of the Northern Border, countless times in tavern stories. He had joined the Everchosen's southward army with his brutal subordinates and was positioned at the rear flank of the formation.

When the Dwarfs launched their charge, his and his kin's terrifying regenerative abilities caused great trouble for the Dwarfs, who lacked heavy artillery support. In the end, it was the previous Slayer King who stepped forward and used the terrifying Rune Power on the Dargo Axe to kill him—the corpse's neck had obvious stitching marks, which were the scars left by the legendary Battle Axe.

"This is a pure melee Chaos Warlord. Hmm, perhaps before death, under the influence of mutation, he reached the threshold of a mortal peak and was qualified to be called a mighty one. Regardless of how much strength remains, the True Ice club in his hand combined with his dead skin's defensive power could cause trouble."

Boris assessed silently in his heart, while the man and the corpse had already begun to trade blows. This time Halevi changed his broad and open fighting style, leaping up and down, dodging and shifting. Trolls lack the ability to craft True Ice, but simply wielding it as a blunt weapon could still unleash the properties of this treasure from the Far North.

The Blood Dragon Vampire was one hundred percent certain that he had bitten into the Human's artery, but the experience of this bite was unprecedented; he hadn't bitten through, and he couldn't suck any blood!

"Disintegrate under the roar of Ursun, evil!"

The reputation of Boris Storm Hammer was very loud in Vampire circles due to his battle record and the rumors of him possessing the Nagash Nine Scrolls. Sinuoli dared not be careless, using Halevi's body to shield himself firmly before daring to bite down.

"Clang! Clang!"

"Thump!"

Sinuoli turned to his blood thralls with a face full of confusion; the faces of those he had personally turned also looked as if they had seen Nagash!

"You few.

"

Two heavy weapons forged from True Ice collided slowly and then quickly. Although the Troll King's movements were stiff, his resistance was higher after becoming a Wight. Halevi's several hits could only barely slice through his dead skin.

"Bah! What kind of Blood Dragon, no different from a dog that's seen a bone!"

"So powerful!"

It was hard to imagine a Chosen who had just been slaughtering everyone issuing such a desperate roar. The surrounding Kislevites tried to save their champion, but the Blood Knights who charged with Sinuoli kept them firmly separated.

"Hahaha! This King holds the Authority of Wealth and Justice; how can I allow you to act recklessly?"

"If this goes on, he's going to be finished; Ursun's divine power is already gradually weakening." Boris communicated with his master through his eyes, his left hand already gripped on his Warhammer.

The so-called "Frost Bite" was to let the bone-chilling cold slow down the victim's reaction speed. In close-quarters combat, being half a beat slow could lead to immediate death under the enemy's storm-like barrage.

"What is happening? Why has Ursun's power left me?"

Before the cheers could end, Halevi's sturdy body fell to the ground with a muffled thud. This move had exhausted the divine power Ursun had bestowed upon him, not to mention it far exceeded the load a mortal body could bear.

"Sizzle! Eh?"

Nikulachi laughed wildly and leaped down from the palace wall, the blood-red cloak behind him flapping violently to provide deceleration, allowing him to land accurately on his Undead steed.

Halevi gritted his teeth and prayed frantically. Sinuoli grabbed his limp body from the ground without a word, glanced into the distance, and charged straight to gnaw on his neck.

The Nikulachi Vampire's veins bulged on his bald head as he cursed bitterly. The Troll Zombie he had spent great effort to summon had been destroyed, and the spoils were being snatched away right in front of him. Unfortunately, the backlash of the spell left him unable to recover for a while.

The Vampire extended his tongue to lick his fangs. The Blood Dragon family could not use necromancy to resurrect corpses, so the most reliable way to expand their forces was to administer a blood kiss one by one.

"Great Ursun, guardian of the Motherland, come quickly to save your believer!"

Vladimir panicked, his once firm and shrewd eyes filled with pleading. But seeing the three Dwarfs with faces as dark as water, the Boyar did not finish his sentence after all. He knew his son had already touched upon the core interests of the Dwarfs, and at this moment, he could only hope that these fellows were unwilling to truly watch Halevi lose his life.

Suddenly, the warrior opened his bloody maw and erupted with an inhuman roar. Even from nearly a hundred meters away, Sinuoli's mind was shaken, and the Troll corpse, being the primary target, collapsed directly. Halevi swung with all his might and severed its head once more.

This roar and strike greatly boosted the morale of the Kislevites, who cheered one after another. In legend, the most powerful aspect of the Bear God Ursun was not his massive body and claws, but his deep, resonant roar.

"Awoo!"

The fallen Nikulachi remained conscious; he tried to use his war blade to support himself to stand, but just as he barely lifted his upper body, Sinuoli arrived with a gust of fishy wind.

"Don't space out!"

"Tsk!"

"Mas-master, your, your teeth, teeth, have turned gold!"

Jiafeierde reacted the fastest and spoke up to warn him. The King of the Southlands had a reputation abroad; since he had made a move, he would never stop halfway. "Yes!"

Boris and Kelage exchanged words in low voices. Compared to mortals who could only see the effects, they could see the essence. That roar had shattered the magical power maintaining the Troll King's corpse.

"Champion! Champion!"

Sinuoli dissolved his confusion with a burst of laughter. The Dwarf halberdier pointed, and the gold spread from the teeth to the gums. His Wealth Authority was too limited to turn this guy into a gold statue entirely, but a few fangs were more than enough.

Kislevites believe that year after year, Ursun uses the so-called "Winter-Breaking Roar" to shatter the long winter and bring warmth to this land. Although Boris felt that the Sun God Daz was more suited to this authority, who knows? Perhaps this was just a struggle between gods.

"Praise the Bear God!"

"Hahaha! His martial prowess has gained my approval. To make him a Wight would be a waste; become my thrall and join the glorious Blood Dragons!"