Heart of the Frost Giant King, the Ocean Where the World Was Frozen

The enormous chasm seemed to connect the sky and the earth, and at the lowest point of the chasm, a solid iron hoof stepped out in the sweltering air. The majestic Highland Warhorse panted heavily, not quite used to this suddenly oxygen-rich world.

The warhorse rushed forward, its companions following behind, pushing the warhorse in front even further away.

Before long, thousands of warhorses roared in this strange world, their voices sounding more like ferocious beasts than docile horses.

"They are evolving."

Rose was the first to notice the anomaly here. When she arrived, she dared not go any further. She felt that facing tens of thousands of the Extraordinary Legion soldiers was even more stressful than facing Legendary Dragons.

"This is the homeland of Dragons. Strictly speaking, these warhorses already possess a significant amount of Dragons blood; they have been bathed in dragon blood."

"I don't recommend you get involved because your power is too weak. I see that you lack enough reverence for the Deities, which will put you in a very passive position."

"But now, you are no longer weak."

Count Clayton stood beside Ryan. In his view, confronting the Deities was an extremely serious matter, but he saw none of that in Ryan.

He didn't know if this was good or bad, but fortunately, Surtr existed in this world.

"He actually made a pact with you."

"How mysterious."

Count Clayton still found it hard to believe that such a great being as Surtr would make a pact with a mortal.

"Perhaps it is the residual power of the Dragon Emperor."

Since Ryan said this, Surtr had no other reason. He couldn't be sure if Ryan still had a second favor. Of course, it was also possible that Ryan's methods were a bit strange to Surtr.

Even the Divine Essence offered to Him could be stolen.

The mighty Flame Dragon Knight Legion marched toward the north of the world, and Ryan wondered how Count Clayton could wage war against those Dragons that flew in the sky.

"The Flame Dragon Knight Legion is certainly no match for so many Dragons, but you said that Surtr is their enemy, and even the most powerful Dragons can become enemies of the Deities."

"What we need to do is kill those arrogant and overbearing Dragons when they come to attack us."

"The Dragons of this world may have forgotten that, as the overlords of the skies, they have never truly defeated humanity."

Clayton spoke coldly, his gaze finally settling on Ryan.

"I've heard you say that Frost Giant live in this world, fighting against Dragons?"

"Yes, those are my companions from the Frozen Earth Territory. I invited them to hunt Dragons. There is an entire village and seven Frost Giant."

"They'll have enough to eat."

Clayton said this meaningfully.

Raglov was also shocked by the human army that appeared before him. He said to Ryan:

"Your strength is beyond imagination, human noble."

"This is my father, a high-ranking nobleman of the human empire."

Ryan explained, but in response, the sky Flame Dragon Christman swooped down and bit at Raglov.

The hatred between Dragons and Frost Giant is etched deep in their blood. The Flame Dragon is not the Frost Dragon Arryris; it is tyrannical, greedy, and possesses all the cruel attributes of Dragons.

The battle between the Giants and the Dragons shook the ground until Count Clayton appeared in the sky.

The towering flames were no exaggeration; they were truly flames that filled the sky, scorching the Cloud Sea and the earth. Count Clayton walked in mid-air, his crimson footprints forming a path to the throne behind him. At the same time, the intense energy breathed by the Flame Dragon was extinguished.

The Frost Giant also emanated a scorching aura, and the unmelting ice turned into liquid and flowed down.

"I didn't come to watch you fight."

Beneath the flames, a crown formed, and Count Clayton stood on the back of the Flame Dragon, its terrifying power pressing down on the Dragons.

Upon crashing to the ground, the Dragons's massive body created a large crater.

Count Clayton looked at Raglov.

"You're not even grown up yet, but you've already taken on the responsibility of a tribe. It seems your childhood wasn't so perfect."

Count Clayton knew more about the Frost Giant ' growth than Ryan.

"I am the 132nd Earl of the Dragonflame Earldom of the Florian Empire. Here, I make a pact with you."

Count Clayton did not reveal the contents of the contract, but instead produced something.

"A few years ago, I led my Extraordinary Legion across the Northlands, deep into the Great King courts, and slayed the Mammoth-folk."

"I went for divinity. You should know how rare divinity is."

"But the divinity of the Mammoth-folk was far from enough to keep my army in the Northlands for that long. It took me more than a year to find this thing."

A thumb-sized gem appeared in Count Clayton's hand. It was crystal clear and white, and the moment it appeared, frost flowers fell from the void.

The Frost Giant Raglov's eyes were glued to the gem from the very beginning; he stared in disbelief at it.

"The heart of King".

"The heart of the Frost Giant King. This seemingly massive Frost Giant King was reduced to such a small piece after his death."

"Has your tribe lost its lineage to become king?"

Raglov nodded; he was simple-minded and meant whatever he was told.

"When I was young, my father and grandfather were summoned to fight against the Dragons and never returned."

He looked at the jewel in Count Clayton's hand, but there was little desire in his expression.

That doesn't belong to him, it's that simple.

"It is yours now. In exchange for the contract, I want you to summon the sacrificed Frost Giant as king."

"I need their strength."

Raglov shook his head, not because he was not a king but was calling upon the title of Frost Giant King, which would bring terrible backlash, but because...

"The Frost Giant will not accept any deals."

"Then I'll give it to you as a gift."

"Ryan said loudly," Count Clayton frowned for a moment, then destroyed the contract and tossed the gem to Raglov.

"Then what will you use to repay me?"

"Everything."

After saying that, Raglov grabbed a gem smaller than a hair on his head and smashed it into his chest.

The power of Giants is terrifying; even Dragons can be torn in two. Raglov smashed his own chest and brutally stuffed the gem into his heart.

Knock knock!

A strong, powerful heartbeat resounded, and Raglov tilted his head back, his roar visibly accompanied by the rush of frost.

An invisible force, centered on him, travels towards the boundaries of the entire world.

At one point, in the ocean of Aesir, amidst raging waves, the sea was suddenly parted in the middle.

In the view that leads directly to the seabed, a group of Frost Giant, their bodies completely black, raised their heads. They were berserk Frost Giant, transformed by Dragons sacrifices and the Dragon Essence. They were like Dragonkin Warrior enslaved by humans, soldiers of the Dragons.

No one could awaken them, for the Dragon Emperor had fallen, the authority over the Dragon Essence had been divided, and the two Great Being had fallen into a deep slumber.

Naturally, the raging Frost Giant remained dormant.

At that moment, Raglov's call came, and all the Frost Giant raised their heads. They were all black, but their eyes were as white as the snow and ice of the Northlands.

It's as pure as the Frost Giant who only accept gifts.

One after another, the awakened, berserk Frost Giant began to run wildly across the seabed, crossing the split ocean canyon and reaching the surface.

They emanated the world's most extreme cold, freezing the surrounding ocean.

The pitch-black ice replaced the raging ocean; its color stretched further and further into the distance, freezing everything in its path.

Deep in the ocean, Tidal Dragon roared in fury, slamming their heads against the ice that sealed their sky. But in a fleeting moment, even these Tidal Dragon were frozen solid, becoming ice sculptures beneath the ice.

The pitch-black, icy world receded further and further into the distance, until, after a long time, it finally reached the land inhabited by humans and came to a stop.

Raglov stopped yelling and collapsed to the ground like a mountain.

"Giants don't fall, not even in their sleep. He's already dead, but the heart of the Frost Giant King can give him a chance to come back to life."

"If he can stand up, he will become a very powerful Legendary. This world has enough food for him to grow."

Ivar stepped forward, Ryan's eyes widened as he saw a second Heart of the Frost Giant King in Ivar's hand.

It's exactly the same as the one Raglov just got.

"This is...?"

Ryan asked, Ivar smiled slightly.

"Who said Father only harvested one in the Northlands?"

"In the war on the Deities scale, quite a few Frost Giant died."

What arrogant words!

Even more audacious was Ivar's act of throwing the Heart of the Frost Giant King into the sky, causing the dragon's breath to surge forth from the ever-burning flames of Count Clayton.

Ryan had misjudged the situation; his father, the Earl, truly possessed the ability to melt the Heart of the Frost Giant King.

"Every King's Heart is taken from the corpse of Demigod- level Frost Giant."

"They are harder to kill than we imagined, but not as powerful as we imagined."

"The previous one was stolen, but this one was killed to prevent him from finding out the truth about how we killed the Frost Giant King after he wakes up, so we won't give it to him."

As Count Clayton said this, Ryan was forced to recall something.

The Count Clayton Family is poised to become the Fifth Grand Duke family, solely because of this current Count Clayton.

His count father.

"Don't even think about it. The Imperial House, the Four Grand Dukes, still have the power to destroy Clayton."

"The empire is the empire of the emperor and the nobles, but even more so, it is the empire of the emperor and the Four Grand Dukes."

Count Clayton could see through Ryan's thoughts. How could this descendant, who had no reverence even for the Deities, possibly have any respect for His Majesty Emperor Flor was thousands of miles away?

"This is my solution: our army can't enter the ocean, but we can turn the ocean into the Mainland."

Count Clayton pointed to the frozen sea ahead and continued:

"Of course, we also need the power of the Frost Giant."

The Legendary Knight, Monarch Flame Count Clayton, whose power melted the Heart of the Frost Giant King, had his frost aura, along with the flames, merge into the bodies of tens of thousands of the Flame Dragon Knight Legion behind him. Even Ryan's Stag Legion received a unique blessing.

"Glory belongs to Clayton!!!"

Tens of thousands of knights reveled, then charged fearlessly toward the frozen sea. Flames burned on the iron hooves of the Highland Warhorse, and with each gallop, they carved pits and craters into the smooth ice.

"Let's go too. Those Dragons won't stray too far from their Deities."

Ryan continued to ride the dragon. Is this what it feels like to have connections? He finally understood why the nobles of the Northwind Province were so eager to get into the circle of the South nobles.

It wasn't because the South was warm, but because only powerful enough nobles could occupy warm lands.

"The Demon Dragon King has awakened. What does this mean?"

Count Clayton finally asked the Flame Dragon Christman beneath his feet about this question.

The latter was somewhat afraid; even Ryan could sense that this arrogant Dragons was actually afraid of Count Clayton, a human.

"I don't know, but I just sensed it. He has awakened, His will covers the entire world, and He is searching for another great being."

Hearing this, Ryan probably understood.

Previously, I thought the Dragon God was treacherous and cunning, but now it seems that the Demon Dragon is no less so, having already awakened its will, yet it does not appear to control this world under Nidhogg's rule.

"Therefore, strictly speaking, Lord Christman belongs to the retinue of the Deities Demon Dragon."

"Dragons have no faith; we are simply drawing closer to them."

The Flame Dragon said that by getting closer, it became more similar to the Demon Dragon and thus became its subjects, but the Dragons always walked alone and therefore had no faith.

"Wherever He is, our goal is simply to expel Him."

"Surtr wants to eat Him."

Ryan responded.

"Then it depends on His abilities; we cannot participate in the wars of the Deities."

Count Clayton spoke with remarkable ease, perhaps because no previous war had ever been as peaceful as this one, where a Deities was his ally.

"So, according to our contract, what do you want after the war ends?"

This war is a contract between Clayton and the Ryan Family. The contract is very simple: this is Ryan's world, and he is destined to get a share of it.

Therefore, Count Clayton was destined to be rewarded for allowing him to participate in this grand feast.

This is the Game of Nobles.

But these things stumped Ryan. Last time, he had no other choice, but this time, he took the initiative.

What he wants has to be expensive, and it also has to be something he can actually use; otherwise, it's meaningless.

Ryan thought for a long time. What did he want? Money? But at this moment, money was the most useless thing to ask for. The loyalty of Legendary? Legendary wasn't a tool to be summoned at will.

"I wonder... if Father has any architectural blueprints for the Empire's fortresses?"

Ryan finally said that he wanted to build the Wall in the Northlands, and that the Alchemist Rose alone could not complete such a massive undertaking.