Chapter 798 - 442: The Giant Who Crowned Himself King, Unifying the Northern Territory

Chapter 798: Chapter 442: The Giant Who Crowned Himself King, Unifying the Northern Territory

While friction between the Ola Kingdom and the Theo Kingdom began to rise.

In the remote and desolate Far North Land, on the tundra covered by ice and snow, a fierce battle that would decide the future fate of two races was being passionately staged.

Northern tundra, a vast and open plain of frozen earth.

At this moment, it was soaked with blood and shattered limbs, the glaring crimson appeared especially sinister in the pure white world.

The two races that have lived in this harsh land for generations, the large and cold-hearted Frost Giants, and the strong-bodied and steadfast Barbarians, their hatred has long been etched deep into their bones.

Their previous Legendary Chieftains both perished in a final battle, and after both died in combat, they briefly ceased hostilities to recuperate for decades.

However, a few years ago.

The gradually recovering Frost Giants couldn’t suppress themselves and began repeatedly invading the Barbarians’ territory and hunting grounds.

At first, it was only small-scale conflicts and friction, and both sides maintained a certain degree of restraint.

But as time passed, the sporadic conflicts gradually escalated, eventually evolving into a full-scale war sweeping across the tundra.

At this very moment.

On blood-soaked frozen earth, both sides committed nearly all their power, vowing to decide the final victor here and end the enmity.

Blizzards and fierce winds danced wildly above the battlefield, the situation was intense.

The Barbarian warriors mostly had innate abilities for Fury and Frenzy.

Once they saw blood, they become like unleashed beasts, fearless of death, relying on this frenzied combat style and relatively larger numbers, the Barbarians were locked in a stalemate with the Frost Giants, who held absolute advantage in size and power.

The Barbarian Tribe’s Chieftain, clad in a coarse battle robe sewn from the fur of some giant beast, wielding a giant rune-engraved war axe, was an indomitable force, embodiment and support for the entire Barbarian army.

He was surrounded by blood-red ripples of anger, relentlessly battling Frost Giant Leader Voluk, who was ten times his size.

He not only held his ground, his frenzied fighting spirit at times even pushed his opponent to retreat repeatedly.

With every roar from the swing of the Barbarian Chieftain’s war axe, the morale of the entire Barbarian camp was invigorated.

However, just as most Barbarian warriors plunged into complete madness, unleashing their hidden potential to the fullest, the blood-red fury on the battlefield subtly surpassed the ferocious momentum of the Frost Giants’ icy presence.

Suddenly, a change occurred!

Frost Giant Leader Voluk, who had been engaged in a seemingly evenly matched struggle with the Barbarian Chieftain, even falling behind at times, suddenly had a flicker of cruelty in his ice-blue giant eyes.

He suddenly raised his gigantic head, towards the sky, letting out a deafening roar.

Roar—!

In an instant, the blizzards dancing wildly in the sky seemed to be put on pause, the howling fierce winds abruptly stopped, even the blood drops and ice crystals flying in the air froze for a moment.

Immediately afterward, centered around the massive body of the Frost Giant Leader, countless visible fierce winds and snowstorms madly converged and rotated, forming a domain entirely under his control.

The unresponsive Barbarian Chieftain was completely enveloped within.

The wind and snow, like knives, were everywhere, crazily cutting through everything in the domain.

The Barbarian Chieftain’s skin, tough enough to withstand sword and axe strikes, began to quickly develop deep gashes visible to the bone under the assault of the domain’s wind and snow, with fresh blood freezing as soon as it emerged.

"Legendary... Domain?!"

The Barbarian Chieftain barely managed to stabilize in the wind and snow, enough to tear steel, his face suddenly changing dramatically.

Besides the extreme wind and snow attacks, it felt as if the air around him had turned into unbelievably heavy lead, pressing down on his body, making every step difficult, even raising the rune war axe became exceptionally hard, as if resisting the entire world.

Under normal circumstances, the suppression of a Legendary Domain on mortal beings is almost irresolvable.

"Legendary! He is Legendary!"

"All Barbarian warriors! Retreat! Retreat immediately! Preserve the tribe’s flame!"

The Chieftain roared hoarsely, issuing an order for the army to retreat.

However, his voice was like a stone sinking into the sea, completely confined within this wind and snow domain, unable to be transmitted out.

Outside, most warriors, already plunged into absolute frenzy, were unable to discern the suddenly dire crisis, continuing their frantic attacks driven by instinct.

And this was precisely the scenario the Frost Giant Leader desired.

He had reached the Legendary Realm several years ago, but to annihilate all Barbarian main forces without giving them a chance to escape, he chose to endure and lie dormant, not immediately going on the offensive but instead continued to provoke lightly, luring the Barbarians to gather their main forces for a decisive battle.

Until this moment.

Both sides here committed all their power, the situation was at its fiercest, and the Barbarians’ fighting spirit was at its peak.

He finally revealed the long-hidden Legendary power, intending to settle it once and for all, eliminating any future threats.

The Frost Giant Leader let out a dull, thunderous chuckle.

He looked down at the struggling Barbarian Chieftain within the domain, declaring: "The generations-old hatred between our two races will end today, here, by my hands."

"Lowly Barbarians, discard the ridiculous weapon in your hand, kneel at my feet."

"Swear to become my loyal thrall, please me! This will be the only way left to save you and the lives of your tribesmen."

To turn the once evenly-matched enemy into a slave crawling on the ground, far more than simply killing them, brings the Frost Giants a greater thrill and joy of conquest.