Chapter 803 - 443: Three Claws Shatter the Monarch’s Soul, I Am the True Master of the Northern Territory (Part 3)

Chapter 803: Chapter 443: Three Claws Shatter the Monarch’s Soul, I Am the True Master of the Northern Territory (Part 3)

Vast, expansive, silent, desolate.

Yet, in such a treacherous climate, a large fortress stands resiliently amid the swirling snow.

It is built against a massive glacier mountain, with a rugged and sturdy architectural style. The overall tone blends with the glacier, and from a distance, it seems both like naturally formed ridges of the glacier and a Giant Dragon steadily entrenched there.

—Dragon Fang Fortress.

At this moment, in front of the fortress’s Giant Gate, two enormous figures stand quietly in the howling snowstorm, letting the cold wind blow over the scale armor covering their entire bodies.

On the left, is a Blue Dragon whose robust physique surpasses that of a Red Dragon of the same size.

His massive Dragon Wings are tightly folded at his sides, and occasionally, tiny arcs of blue electricity flash between the wing membranes, dispelling the snow and cold trying to cling to them.

On the right, stands a female Red Dragon, even more robust and muscular than the Blue Dragon beside her.

Unlike the Blue Dragon’s stern demeanor, her scarlet scale armor stands out vividly in the icy landscape, like embers burning in the snow, and hot breath gushes from her nostrils, turning into swirling white mist.

These two are Heryam and Kahill, tasked with managing this place.

They are not yet fully matured, still in the late stage of young dragons, but both their size and powerful Life Level have already surpassed most adult Red or Blue Dragons.

"According to the message from the Monarch earlier, he should be arriving soon."

Heryam looked up at the snow-covered southern sky and said softly.

"The great Emperor Ignatius, now a Legendary Giant Dragon! It’s unimaginable how majestic and imposing his current presence must be!"

Kahill responded excitedly.

As she spoke, a cluster of hot sparks unintentionally sprayed from her mouth, sizzling upon contact with the snow.

This Red Dragon is naturally savage and combative, with a rebellious and unrestrained nature, but within the Ola Kingdom, the Red Iron Dragon Emperor commands her unwavering reverence and submission.

At this moment, an unusual sound emerged from beyond the curtain of wind and snow in the distance.

Both giant dragons were simultaneously invigorated, immediately raising their heads, looking towards the source of the sound.

In the endlessly swirling snow curtain, a massive black-red figure burst through layers of snow barriers, racing towards them! The speed was so great that it created a vacuum trail behind, and the surrounding snowflakes were swept to the sides.

The approaching figure was the highest ruler of the Ola Kingdom.

The Red Iron Dragon Emperor—Galos Ignas!

After safely arriving at the Northern Icefield, he reverted to his true form.

The environment here is harsh, with raging wind and snow, combined with the vast and boundless area, there is no worry about being tracked by the Southern Countries’ surveillance.

Those Magic Satellites are not all-seeing or all-knowing.

Their focus is often only on key areas of the continent, unable to cover all remote regions.

He did not intentionally unleash his Long Wei, yet still caused the surrounding snowstorm to momentarily pause.

In the next moment, the Red Iron Dragon folded his wings and landed with a heavy wind pressure before the two giant dragons.

"Great King of Molten Iron! Lord of the Wilderness!"

Heryam and Kahill simultaneously bowed their heads, with the etiquette of the Dragon Race, expressing their heartfelt respect to their Emperor.

Galos’s gaze first fell upon the more composed Blue Dragon.

"Heryam, what are the recent movements of the Frost Giants?"

He asked.

The Blue Dragon promptly replied respectfully: "Reporting to Your Majesty, the patrols sent by Dragon Fang Fortress have maintained continuous day and night surveillance. As of now, there are no clear signs of the Frost Giants gathering en masse and marching southward."

"However, the range of their tribes’ footprints is noticeably encroaching southward."

"Based on the current pace, it might not be long before their vanguard reaches the vicinity of Dragon Fang Fortress."

Upon hearing this, Galos nodded slightly, not surprised by the situation.

"Very well, spread the word of the presence of giant dragons here."

He said calmly: "I will wait here for the self-proclaimed ’Eternal Frost Monarch’ to arrive."

Soon after, the Red Iron Dragon flapped his wings again, his body shooting into the sky.

After circling slightly above Dragon Fang Fortress, he finally looked towards the leeward side of the glacier behind the fortress and descended.

Hoo.....

The Red Iron Dragon controlled his breathing, slowly lowering his body, concealing all external aura, becoming the most patient hunter.

The snow continued to fall softly, covering his massive form clad in black-red scale armor and battle scar patterns.

The ice crystals and accumulation gradually covered him, merging seamlessly with the expansive glacier landscape below, becoming indistinguishable.

Meanwhile.

Upon receiving the Emperor’s orders, Dragon Fang Fortress changed its previously low-key and cautious behavior.

The fortress’s Giant Dragons began deliberately flying over the already submissive Frost Giant-controlled icefield tribes, showcasing their presence, and then returned directly to the fortress.

The scouts, already embedded within various icefield clans, began disseminating the corresponding information.

Thus...

It wasn’t long before the news of "a stronghold established by the Dragon Race existing in the southern icefield region" spread rapidly through various channels, reaching the Frost Giants busily integrating the icefield.