Snowstorm

Those who resist to the bitter end shall die!

Dolo, carrying the Bloodfire Battle Axe, let out a roar.

The Duke's Mansion's guards were no match for the Hobgoblin army's assault.

Each time Dolo swung his battle axe, drawing a bloody arc in the air, several people would be cut in half, their blood splattering everywhere.

Archers in the distance wanted to shoot the terrible monster, but the Hobgoblin skirmishers' spears emitted a cacophony of gunfire and wisps of smoke.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Like the Grim Reaper taking inventory, with each gunshot, an archer fell—the improvement of firearms, the blessing of the dragon vein, and the tempering of war have made these Hobgoblin skirmishers deadly weapons on small-scale battlefields, capable of easily and quickly eliminating a human army of a hundred men.

Dolo wiped the blood from his face, exhaled white smoke, and grinned maliciously:

"Let's go and drag that ridiculous duke out."

"Let him see what Hell is like."

After months of peace, he was already itching for war and volunteered to participate in the blitzkrieg before the Red Dragon could assign anyone.

Dolo's Hobgoblin army had been invincible, conquering several cities in succession, which filled him with confidence.

As he had anticipated, the Hobgoblin skirmishers, equipped with the latest "Dragonfire Spear," swept through the enemy, ending the battle in a crushing fashion.

Just now, as they broke through the City Defense Army, a long, drawn-out horn sound suddenly came from within the city. The sound was strange, making him feel cold all over and arousing a sense of suspicion.

"But... what exactly was that sound?"

"Forget it, let's catch that duke first."

Dolo thought to himself.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the air.

A few snowflakes drifted onto Dolo's face, making him shiver involuntarily.

The Dragon Vein Hobgoblin, who disliked the cold, scratched its head, shivered, and looked puzzled on its ugly face.

"Am I remembering wrong? It's clearly not winter yet."

"How could it be snowing?"

Even in the Anzeta Great Wasteland, which is known as the "Land Without Spring," it is rare to have the first snow so early, let alone in a relatively warm city.

"Call--"

However, the hurricane intensified, and the cold air spread everywhere, mixed with large ice shards, forming a small snowstorm in mid-air.

Dolo finally became alert. His grip on his battle axe trembled as he realized this sudden blizzard was no ordinary phenomenon! Dolo immediately retreated, moving away from the area, shouting a warning, "Be careful! This isn't an ordinary blizzard!"

"That's magic!"

The Hobgoblin hurriedly retreated, but the snowstorm, as if alive, followed their retreat and howled incessantly.

"Damn it, it really is magic."

"Damn it, how could such a high-level spell exist in this small place?"

"Those Yuan-ti in the intelligence department deserve to be shot!"

Dolo turned to look at the approaching blizzard and couldn't help but spit.

It's important to understand that the Norton Duchy's power level is among the lowest in the Embers of the Burned Kingdom; they don't even have a decent army, they're practically just a dog subservient to Bosque. Who would have thought that a spell of this caliber would appear! "Die!"

In the center of the snowstorm, a giant with pale blue skin and a ferocious expression appeared.

He hovered in the air, a massive horn strapped to his back, his magical tattoos shimmering with an icy blue light. He held an ice spike, like the master of a snowstorm—it was none other than Grand Duke Oliver.

He was laughing wildly at that moment, his pupils radiating endless coldness and a dazzling icy blue light.

"Tremble, you reptilian kin!"

"Let me show you what true power is!"

"I am the blizzard!"

With his laughter, the snowstorm surrounding him intensified and continued to expand.

The Hobgoblin, unable to escape, lingered in that frigid realm for only a moment before his entire body grew cold and stiff. He was gradually covered in frost, turning into an immovable ice sculpture, still maintaining the posture he had in life.

"Look, isn't that His Excellency the Duke?"

"My God, what is this?"

"It's so cold..."

"I'm going to lose consciousness..."

The blizzard raged, and many residents of the city did not have time to escape this terrible natural disaster.

Grand Duke Oliver, disregarding the lives of the city's inhabitants, recklessly unleashed the power of the Everfrost Horn, turning a hundred meters around him into a white world, with ice sculptures of various shapes appearing on the snow-covered roads.

"What the hell is this thing?"

"That's definitely not a low-level spell!"

Dolo muttered viciously as he fled in panic. Even he, once inside this icy realm, probably wouldn't last long.

"Boom!"

Seeing the approaching blizzard, the Dragon Vein Hobgoblin didn't hesitate to drop his battle axe and leap over twenty meters, narrowly escaping the blizzard's reach. Fortunately, the dragon vein granted him greater agility, allowing him to escape even faster.

"You reptiles, stop struggling!"

"You cannot Contend Against the blizzard!"

Grand Duke Oliver, who controlled the blizzard, showed no sign of giving up. He chased Dolo all the way to the outskirts of the city, wanting to completely destroy this so-called "Envious Battle Maniac" and make that hateful Red Dragon lose its trusted subordinate.

"This can't go on!"

Dolo, who had already fled to the outskirts of the city, looked back at the approaching snowstorm, his face ashen, gritted his teeth, and squeezed the crimson crystal in his hand.

Dolo desperately pleaded for help at the broken crystal.

"Master, save me!"

This is a communication crystal called "Flame Dragon Crystal," which only the leaders of the various clans in the Embers of the Burned Kingdom can possess. It allows them to directly contact the Red Dragon in times of crisis.

Although the Dragon Vein Hobgoblin was fearless in battle, he did not want to die in this spell without knowing why, so he had no choice but to swallow his pride and ask the Red Dragon for help.

"Call--"

The wind and snow were howling.

Dolo had not completely given up the fight. With his last ounce of strength, he charged toward Duke Oliver, who was in the eye of the snowstorm.

I'm going to tear you to pieces!

But the white domain gradually enveloped him, and the massive body of the Dragon Vein Hobgoblin trembled, his movements gradually stiffened, and his face, covered with dragon scales, was gradually coated with a layer of solid ice, even his eyelids were covered with frost.

However, due to the fiery and active Red Dragon bloodline within him, he possessed an even stronger Life Force and was still alive. His teeth were still chattering and his eyelids were still slowly opening and closing.

"Damn it..."

"If I die like this, I'll definitely be laughed at by that stupid Ogre Lang Pu."

"I can't... die here..."

At this critical moment, Dolo thought this.

After only a few minutes in this extreme cold, he felt his body become completely numb and he could no longer feel anything. He also found that his thinking was becoming increasingly slow, as if he were about to be frozen by solid ice.