Chapter 134: Wang vs. Wang (Seeking Three Rivers Ticket!)

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  In the face of Viscount Heidel's personal descent, he beheaded two Frost Giants with a powerful 10-level aura, winning a local victory. After driving down the Frost Giants who had climbed up to the city wall, the soldiers in the castle began to shoot and kill anyone approaching the castle, regardless of whether they were human or Frost Giants.

  After that, it was an endless war of attrition, with the Frost Giants consuming the lives of ordinary civilians, while the defenders of Sihart Castle consumed defensive equipment and morale.

  After ten consecutive days of driving out civilians to attack the city, the human civilian corpses under the castle had already piled up into mountains. In the long winter of the north, these corpses also froze into ice blocks, forming a winding road leading to the Xihat Castle.

  At this moment, even if the cavalry sent by Baron Xihaite had controlled the situation on the battlefield and cut off the Frost Giant's supply chain, it would be of no use. The Frost Giant's final general attack had already begun.

  As the Frost Giant charged forward, wearing all sorts of strange armor and with the sparse arrows from the Sieghart Castle on his head, the Beast Head Priest asked the Albion Pastor beside him, "What's your current pastor level?"

  Since Viscount Luther died, Pastor Albi's face has been pale all the time. He replied woodenly: "My current pastor level is 4."

  The beast-headed priest let out a sigh and said, "Do you know? After the war began, the goddess issued an edict that allowed hostile priests in her camp to slaughter each other. The winner could obtain half of the deceased person's priest level."

  Pastor Albi stared at the beast-headed priest in surprise.

  "The beast-headed priest continued, 'To be honest, I don't understand why the goddess would be so unwise as to encourage her followers to slaughter each other. Although she is one of the violent gods, this method really makes me unable to comprehend.'"

  Pastor Albi took two deep breaths, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately didn't.

  "Don't you want to question your own gods?" The beast-headed priest asked with interest.

  Pastor Albi was like choking, his eyes bulged out, he didn't know what to say, and just shook his head.

  "Actually, what I want to say is that I want those two levels from you, everything else is nonsense." The beast-headed priest smiled warmly and continued: "In this way, my priest level can reach 9th level, and I will have the strength to fight with that son of a bitch Duncan. But you don't react at all, really, it's boring me."

  As he finished speaking, the Beast Head Priest lightly raised his staff, holding it faintly at the back of Pastor Albi's head.

  Pastor Albi didn't seem to notice this and reached out to catch a delicate snowflake that was falling from the sky.

  "The snowflakes are truly beautiful... just like the snowflakes in the year I vowed to become a winter priestess..."

  Plop! Pastor Albie's head burst like a shattered watermelon.

  The beast-headed priest's eyes were slightly closed, rapidly shaking, and a blue light flashed across his body. His level had been upgraded again, just like the prophecy of his goddess, he now obtained the 2nd rank of Albi Pastor, becoming a 9th-level pastor.

  "If I kill Duncan, I can live up to his 5-level rank... and become a 14th-level Frost Goddess priestess... which means the gap between me and the Goddess's most beloved Elrics wouldn't be that far apart either... she's only a 15th-level priestess after all..." Beast Head Priest thought silently.

  But in fact, the level of Eriol on the glacier is 15, but she has also taken many other professions and has become a legendary figure beyond level 20. It's impossible to surpass her so easily. One day in the future, Gua will witness Eriol's prowess.

  Then, the beast-headed priest's gaze rose and looked towards the Xihate Castle which had already started to emit black smoke.

  With the various armor produced by humans, the Frost Giants' resistance to flames seems to have increased somewhat. And the humans in the Western Castle, when they were first besieged, did not choose to fight a field battle and naturally lost the power of their cavalry, so they could only choose to fight a guerrilla war within the castle.

  Originally, I wanted to achieve the greatest results at the smallest cost, starving all the Frost Giants to death or driving them away with the sun in the sky when summer arrived, but this decision ended up trapping more than 80% of the nobles in the North in a desperate situation.

  The civilians driven to storm the city surged forward in a chaotic rush, disrupting the Northern Alliance's lines and bringing chaos deep into the human ranks.

  Even warriors of the Northern Alliance saw their own relatives among the fleeing civilians and immediately became disarrayed.

  No matter how desperate humans are, or even hugging each other and crying, collapsing, going crazy, they cannot completely stop the pace of the frost giants' invasion.

  A gigantic axe swung in the castle, just like cutting wheat, cutting all human soldiers within its attack range to death. Every strike could take away dozens of lives. In the area where the giant axe had swung, it was as if a bloody rain had fallen, and blood and internal organs filled the entire land. Any soldier without fighting spirit could not withstand this simple attack, and not even a complete corpse was left behind.

  The knights with the aura of struggle mostly guarded their masters, who were usually greedy and timid nobles, frantically retreating to escape from another city gate, unable to form an effective line of resistance with other human knights, causing the front line to collapse step by step.

  That is to say, those who have the ability to resist do not resist, but only want to escape, while those who do not have the ability to resist are pushed to the front and slaughtered by the Frost Giants. The downfall of the Western Fortress and the failure of the Northern Human are imminent.

  It can now be concluded that the failure of the Northern Territory humans is twofold: firstly, they failed due to infighting and disunity among themselves, and secondly, they failed due to a Frost Giant who was well-versed in human weaknesses.

  Viscount Sihar and his son, Viscount Siham, and their guards were like a lone reef in the ocean, pinned to the first line of human resistance, barely holding on to an unsteady front.

  In front of them, five or six Frost Giants' corpses had already fallen, but the Frost Giants saw their terrifying combat power and did not choose to fight hard here. Instead, they bypassed their formation and flanked other humans behind them.

  The weather suddenly turned dark, and dark clouds pressed down without warning, almost forming over the Frost Giant's head.

  The beast-headed priest walking behind immediately understood that the Ice Frost Goddess pastor in the opponent's camp was casting a divine spell, and it was a high-level divine spell that had been modified.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, a fierce cold wind soon blew from the low-hanging dark clouds, and many irregular icicles and ice cones heavily smashed onto the standing Frost Giant.

  It's strange that these icicles and ice cones are rapidly sliding horizontally only within the range of three to five meters, while humans below three meters have no effect at all.

  As a pastor, his greatest enemy is usually pastors of the same God.

  The same god's priest is more familiar with your abilities, so there are also more ways to destroy your divine skills, and will use a sharp knife to stab at your vital points when you cast the most critical divine skills.

  So when the icy storm of Frost Giant blows up, Beast Head immediately knows the conditions and precautions for casting this divine art. He has at least three ways to twist this divine art, and there is a way to completely destroy this divine art.

  But he didn't.

  The beast-headed priest was only a little over two meters tall and was unaffected by the icy storm, he closed his eyes and silently sensed the situation of this divine technique.

  The Frost Giants next to them were blown away by the storm, making it difficult for them to focus on the humans below. The human knights led by Baron Sihart burst out with various colored auras and hacked viciously at the Frost Giants' ankles.

  The scene on the battlefield soon began to turn in favor of humanity.

  The Frost Giant has already begun to call for help from the Beast Head, but he doesn't care at all. Instead, he silently walks between humans and Frost Giants, bringing two guarding Frost Giants with him towards a high platform.

  On this high platform, a team of human soldiers guarded a middle-aged man wearing an icy goddess priest robe who was performing some sort of ceremony. If you looked closely, the ice storm in the sky seemed to have a mysterious connection with his movements and incantations.

  This middle-aged man is Duncan, the priest of the human Frost Goddess.

  "Up, kill these human soldiers." The beast-headed priest commanded his two guards.

  Two frost giants charged forward with all their might and clashed with human soldiers.

  "If you don't stop the ice storm now, you will die immediately, but if you stop the ice storm, your comrades will die." The priest's beast head gritted his teeth and stepped onto the high platform one step at a time.

  Duncan stood on the high platform, his divine technique already stopped, looking at him calmly.

  "I said who is it. It was you, this mongrel slave." Duncan's tone was as if he were evaluating a stray dog by the roadside.

  The beast-headed priest's body was inlaid with all sorts of gems, like a nouveau riche with a mouthful of gold teeth. These gems were directly inlaid into his flesh and blood, making him look even more abnormal and bizarre. These gems were all looted by the beast-headed priest from human nobles and fixed onto his body using divine techniques.

  The beast-headed priest gritted his teeth and smiled.

  Two frost giants have already killed the human soldiers in this small squad and are heading upwards.

  The priest beast wore a suit of armor on his body and held his signature staff in his hand.

  Duncan also held a crystal staff in his hand, quietly staring at the beast's head of the priest.

  The two stared at each other, neither making the first move.

  "Aren't you in a hurry? If you let the Titans continue to attack like this, Lord Zeke and his brainless son will soon exhaust all their strength and die on the battlefield. By then, all the Titans will come over, and you won't be able to escape either." said Beast Titan.

  Duncan burst out laughing and said, "You think you can provoke me? How foolish! The Frost Giants have no discipline at all, they're just a group of humanoid beasts. I bet if it weren't for your command, they wouldn't be able to form an effective offense, and Baron Lord and the other knights would still be alive."

  "By the time the Frost Giants have chased all the other fleeing nobles out of this castle, you'll be dead."

  Duncan pointed outward, and indeed the frost giants veered away from the camp of the stubbornly resisting Baron Westhardt, instead going around them to chase after the fleeing nobles.

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