Chapter 804 - 443: Three Claws Shatter the Monarch’s Soul, I Am the True Master of the Northern Territory (Part 4)

Chapter 804: Chapter 443: Three Claws Shatter the Monarch’s Soul, I Am the True Master of the Northern Territory (Part 4)

Out of regard for the long-standing enmity with the Dragon Race.

Upon receiving the news, the Eternal Frost Monarch immediately shifted the focus of conquest temporarily towards the Dragon Race, then relying on his legendary might, went alone to the Dragon Fang Fortress.

The wind and snow continued to howl wantonly in the sky of the Eternal Frost Tundra, and the Dragon Fang Fortress operated as usual under the severe cold.

A few days later, a heavy pressure swept in like an invisible tide over the icefield, momentarily halting even the howling wind and snow under this pressure.

With earth-shaking heavy footsteps, the immense figure of the Eternal Frost Monarch pierced through the thick snow curtain step by step, appearing in the Giant Dragon’s line of sight with apparent slowness yet true swiftness.

His towering and magnificent body, over thirty meters tall at the shoulders, was sheathed in thick, ice-blue armor covering critical parts, a gigantic warhammer dragged behind him, carving a deep trench in the permafrost.

He halted his steps, his gaze sweeping over the Dragon Fang Fortress built atop the glacier.

When he saw the figure of the Giant Dragon circling in vigilance above the fortress, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

Finally, the gaze of the Frost Giant locked onto Heryam and Kahill.

The postures of these two Giant Dragons were the most conspicuous.

Surprisingly, the Legendary Frost Giant did not immediately display the hostility and aggression expected between enemy races, but instead spoke with fervor and grandeur.

"O Giant Dragons soaring in the sky! I, Voluk, the conqueror of the Eternal Frost Tundra, the future king of the Northern Territory, have taken note of your presence here."

"I admire the power flowing in your veins and the pride innate to you."

"In this vast and harsh world, the weak races are only fit to crawl in the dirt and struggle for survival! Only the true strong deserve to stand atop all beings, enjoying the power of dominion and governance!"

As he spoke, the Frost Giant opened his massive hand.

The stance was bold, as if wishing to embrace the entire tundra and even the vast lands further south.

"Submit to me! Swear allegiance to me! Join my banner! And together, embark on this great path of conquest!"

His voice was like a great bell, resonating amidst the wind and snow, speaking solemnly, "We shall first cleanse the tundra of all discordant voices, then march south with the army, incorporating every rich and unclaimed wilderness into our territory!"

"There are countless prey there, inexhaustible abundant resources, enough to satisfy all desires and needs!"

"I shall build an unprecedentedly powerful Giant Realm! And you, if only willing to bow your proud heads and crawl under my banner, shall have the chance to share in this glory and... the right to live!"

He intended to win over the Giant Dragons before him.

Furthermore, he did not wish to rely purely on force but hoped to conquer them through the display of his "kingly demeanor" and grand blueprint.

Only in this way could he achieve the greatest sense of satisfaction in conquest.

However, what responded to his fervent speech was silence.

Blue Dragon Heryam and Red Dragon Kahill exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with an indescribable peculiar expression.

Finally, the straightforward Kahill could no longer hold back, letting out an unabashed snort of laughter.

She broke the silence, her tone laden with thick mockery: "Hey, big guy! Have you been squatting in one ice cave for too long that your brains froze?"

Heryam also shook his head, his tone relatively calm, but the content was extremely sharp.

"Your information is even more outdated than the most ancient cold wind on the tundra; going south? Conquering unclaimed wilderness? Do you not know that the wilderness you covet already has its one and only master?"

They truly did not expect that this imposing Legendary Frost Giant could be so outdated and uninformed.

But upon thinking carefully, it seemed to make sense.

In the harsh and desolate environment of the Eternal Frost Tundra, there were very few external beings willing to venture deep.

Back when the Molten Iron Tribe united the Border Area, those trade caravans venturing into the icefield stopped at the relatively safe Border Area to trade with the tribe, no longer going north.

And the two tribes of Frost Giants and Barbarians had been fixated on each other for decades.

Their focus was limited to the internal strife on the icefield.

Various reasons combined to make the Frost Giants largely unaware of the monumental changes in the southern wilderness, even oblivious to the rise of a powerful Giant Dragon Kingdom.

Opposite them, hearing the Giant Dragons’ blunt words, Voluk’s body stiffened slightly.

His gaze flickered, carrying a trace of offended anger, he said in a low voice, "Master? Hmph! So long as it’s not a Legendary being, before my power, all will be insignificant as dust!"

Upon hearing this, even the usually calm Heryam nearly couldn’t suppress a laugh.

This giant, despite his huge size, possessed as limited a vision as a frog at the bottom of a well.

"Dust?"

Kahill flapped her wings exaggeratedly, scattering scorching sparks.

She laughed heartily, saying, "Let me tell you, you ignorant fool! The one who rules that wilderness is our great Emperor Ignas! The founder of the Ola Kingdom, His Majesty Galos Ignas!"

"And the icefield on which you stand at this moment is already the outpost of the Ola Kingdom!"

"Soon, the whole of the Eternal Frost Tundra shall become an inseparable Northern Territory of our emperor’s dominion!"