Kasa's Ambition

Storm Highlands, the temporary camp of the Frost Giant.

This place was once a lush forest, but the Frost Giant cut down all the trees, and the howling winds brought thick snow.

Rough tents made of Land Dragon Beast and furs were erected on the snow, with piles of spoils plundered from the surrounding area, including food, furs, armor, and weapons.

The Frost Giant Priest of the tribe pray to the gods and cast ancient spells to create frozen lands, which not only provide a comfortable environment for the Frost Giant but also keep out intruders.

The Frost Giant would then use these frozen lands as bases to attack and plunder any nearby communities.

Kasa stood atop the slope, leaning on his double-edged axe, looking down at the wounded Baya.

"Baya, where have all your tribesmen gone?"

"Also, why didn't you bring back any spoils of war? You returned empty-handed."

Baya lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and said, "Chieftain, we've encountered a tough nut to crack."

He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to tell the truth.

"A total of twenty-six Fighter died heroically in battle."

As Baya said this, his expression turned ferocious, and he immediately added.

"But don't worry, I will avenge them and raze that fortress to the ground. Fifty men, just give me fifty more Fighter, and I promise—"

Kasa frowned, glaring angrily at Baya, and rudely interrupted him:

"Twenty-six clansmen? You lost so many people for a mere fortress? You should know that sixty years ago, your father destroyed the entire Niteri City, plundering all the treasures accumulated over hundreds of years, and only lost eleven clansmen!"

Baya whispered in defense, "Those are no ordinary fortresses; there's a real dragon behind them."

Kasa coldly interrupted him again, giving him no chance to explain, "The most important quality of a mature captain is patience, and you obviously can't do that. Give your position to— Tema."

"I don't want to see this kind of reckless behavior from you again."

"Yes, clan chief."

Baya wanted to argue, but seeing Kasa's unyielding gaze, he swallowed his anger.

Kasa gave a wink, Tema, who was behind Baya, stepped forward with great joy. The chieftain then painted two red marks on his forehead with red paint—the mark of the leader of the Frost Giant, used to distinguish them during wartime.

Kasa returned to his tent, where a huge cowhide map lay spread out, covered with rough markings.

Several Frost Giant Priest sat around them, most of them young and strong, while Elder Nuer, old and frail, chose to stay behind with a group of elderly and weak people at the Vahalla Glacier.

"Weier, can you sense the exact location of the Everfrost Horn now?"

The young Frost Giant Priest nodded slightly.

"Chief, we cannot be completely certain, but we can speculate based on a general range."

He pointed to the old map and used his cane to delineate an area south of the Storm Highlands.

"However, according to the map recorded by the previous patriarch, there is only one human city in this area— North Wind Fortress."

"Okay, very good."

"Occupy this city, reclaim the Everfrost Horn, and the glory of our ancestors will be restored in our hands."

Upon hearing the priest's affirmative answer, Kasa's eyes lit up.

However, he seemed to have thought of something, his brows furrowed slightly, and he asked about something else.

"Based on your understanding, is there a giant dragon on this Storm Highlands?"

The Everfrost Tribe is blocked from the south by the towering Colchis Mountains. Each trip there requires a great deal of time and energy, so they know almost nothing about the recent situation in the south and are still limited to the information left by their ancestors.

The priest truthfully replied, "There is no such record."

"But Chieftain, if I may be so bold, our intelligence is from sixty years ago. For these weak mortals, sixty years is a cycle of several generations. Compared to before, the situation in the the North may have undergone earth-shattering changes."

"I see."

Kasa stroked his chin, his eyes slightly narrowed.

But soon, his eyes were filled with ambition. "Those insignificant humans, no matter how they change, will ultimately not escape the fate of being destroyed by our great race of giants."

"And a dragon that was nowhere to be found sixty years ago, at most in its youth? It's equally insignificant. It would only make my record more glorious and add another dragon-slaying feat to my list."

"When we reclaim the Everfrost Horn, I will turn the entire the North into a frozen wasteland, and let the Frost Giant rule over the former territory of our ancestors!"

"Under the might of Everfrost, all resistance is utterly futile."

North Wind Fortress, Hall of Governance.

Keosius sat on his throne, reviewing the latest intelligence reports submitted by his subordinates.

"They've already reached Stone Fortress? That's quite a swift move."

Darena replied seriously, "The Frost Giant ' rapid marches are renowned in the the North. They often form small teams of dozens of giants, arriving with the cold wind to sweep through the land at a speed far exceeding any human force in the history of the the North."

"Currently, both Bator City and Sigg Town have been attacked by small-scale Frost Giant, but fortunately neither has suffered significant losses. However, Stone Fortress has been attacked by the main force of the Frost Giant, but it has still managed to hold on."

"According to intelligence from the Red Scale Patrol, they seem to have abandoned their efforts to sweep through Storm Highlands and are preparing to concentrate their forces to advance south with all their might. Their target is likely the Everfrost Horn."

"After research by the Tower of the Great Wise One, Lord Lang Pu suspects that the runic power of this horn can resonate with the bloodline of the Frost Giant, providing an effect similar to a positioning spell. However, the level of this magical effect is too high, and he has no way to eliminate it for the time being."

Keosius rose from his throne, shook himself, and slowly spread his wings.

"There's no need to eliminate it. Their all-out southward advance is exactly what I want. I don't like the feeling of putting out fires everywhere and losing the initiative."

"However, this farce should come to an end."

"Notify all troops within the kingdom to block the Frost Giant north of Trill's Gullet. If they continue to run rampant, they may disrupt normal production in the south."

"The era of the Giant Empire has long since ended. These guys who gnaw on the legacy of their ancestors should have gone back to their graves long ago."

After a moment's hesitation, Darena added:

"Master, there is one more thing."

"The Bosque Duchy has sent a special envoy, saying he wants to assist the Embers of the Burned Kingdom in resisting the Frost Scourge. What do you think?"

Keosius immediately became somewhat interested.

"Oh, is that so?"

"Quickly invite this 'kind-hearted' special envoy in; I want to see what that old lion is up to."

A hint of amusement flickered in the Red Dragon's golden vertical pupils.