Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

On the stone walls on both sides of the secret passage, there are not stone carvings in the shape of northern nobles, but some murals.

It was painted with some unknown red pigment, using the simplest lines to outline a scene full of original vitality and extremely powerful.

In those pictures, it seems that frost giants holding weapons, horns, humans, and snowstorms can be seen.

According to investigations by later court scholars, this kind of mural is the way the Vaal barbarians record history. Oliver, who is a descendant of the Vaal barbarians, also knows this.

Obviously, these murals in the tomb also record a real story in their original form.

"Frost giant, horn, blizzard..."

"This is……"

Duke Oliver couldn't help mumbling to himself, he seemed to have some impression of this story.

He continued walking along the secret passage and finally came to the end, which was an independent tomb.

There were no luxurious funerary objects inside, only a huge horn was placed.

The horn seemed to be made of leg bones, with a slightly yellowish surface that was shiny, and it was engraved with rough and elegant inscriptions, like a handicraft from ancient barbaric times. The gaps between those inscriptions revealed a cold light that was like falling into an ice cave.

It seemed that it was not a horn, but a silent glacier.

Seeing this horn, Duke Oliver was stunned at first, and then felt a burst of ecstasy.

He finally understood that the story passed down from generation to generation really existed.

"Horn of Everfrost."

Duke Oliver murmured the name.

The Norton family claimed that their ancestor was a frost giant.

At that time, the surname Norton did not exist yet. This frost giant followed the tribe's surname as "Yongshuang", Gahe. Yongshuang.

This frost giant couldn't stand the lonely environment of the glacier plateau and waited for its powerful power. So while his tribe was out hunting, he killed the guards guarding the holy land and stole the tribe's sacred object that could control frost and snow - the Everfrost Horn. He blew the horn, and the endless blizzard cut off the road behind him. He was able to escape the pursuit of his pursuers and reach the warm south.

In the Storm Slope area in the south, the naturally tall and strong frost giants became the most powerful warriors. They conquered the entire barbarian tribe with force and created the Vaal tribe, spreading the blood of the frost giants to this day.

However, it is said that when the horn is blown again, the frost giants from the extreme northern glacier will hear the call of their ancestors, hunt down the descendants of the traitor, and go south to recover this sacred object at all costs.

"Damn red dragon, since you won't make it easy for me -"

"Then bear the wrath of the frost giant for me! I will drag you to be buried with you!"

Archduke Oliver stared at the huge horn with a ferocious smile on his face.

These frost giants, also known as the Everfrost Tribe, come from the Wahala Glacier in the northernmost part of Anzeta, known as the "Ice Forbidden Land". Every once in a while, they will go south to plunder accompanied by heavy snowfall. However, this time is not fixed. The interval may be several years, decades or even hundreds of years.

Sixty years have passed since the last "frost disaster" when frost giants invaded south. That frost disaster caused heavy losses to the countries in the Northland. Several cities were destroyed, and the number of casualties reached tens of thousands. It also made the storm slopes completely a restricted area for humans.

In other words, Duke Oliver holds the key to a "frost disaster".

As long as he blows the horn, he is enough to cause disaster that affects the entire Northland.

However, thinking that after blowing the horn, his own life was in danger, a look of hesitation appeared on Duke Oliver's face again.

He values ​​his own life very seriously, and would never risk his life to retaliate against his enemies unless he was in a desperate situation.

But this time, Duke Oliver seemed to see a turn for the better.

"Perhaps, I can use the Horn of Everfrost to threaten the Kingdom of Burning Ember and continue to retain the status of the Principality of Norton."

"I can even get more benefits and improve my status."

"Get it first."

Thinking of this, he tried to touch the surface of the bone horn, but ignored the wound on his hand that was bleeding.

"Buzz——"

A heavy low whistle sounded, and the horn was blown directly!

This is the bloodline holy object of the frost giant!

This sound was like a war cry from the wilderness, mixed with the roar of the snow storm, resounding throughout the Anzeta Wilderness.

Suddenly, the dazzling cold light from the inscription resonated with the frost giant's bloodline, transmitting the majestic power of frost from the ancestor of the frost giant into his body, making Duke Oliver feel that his body was filled with endless power.

Through those cold lights, he seemed to see the war between giants and dragons in ancient times. Those mountain-sized frost giants blew their horns, summoning endless wind and snow, and turned the red dragons in the sky into ice sculptures.

In Oliver's view, this is both ancient history and a harbinger of the future - with this power, he may really be able to fight against the dragon.

"This, this power."

"It's incredible."

Duke Oliver opened his fingers, and a cold current mixed with snow flakes flowed out from between his fingers.

He clenched his fist again, and an ice pick appeared in front of him.

A dazzling cold light appeared in Oliver's pupils, and his body was covered with flashing inscriptions. His body suddenly expanded to more than four meters tall, and his skin turned into glacier-like blue.

At this moment, he is like the master of frost and snow disasters. He can even control glaciers and trigger blizzards out of thin air.

This sudden gift gave him unparalleled confidence, and he finally understood how his ancestors conquered the entire barbarian tribe.

"I really don't know why our ancestors kept this secret."

"It's wonderful."

Oliver suddenly burst out laughing wildly.

As he laughed, the howling wind and snow surrounded him and intensified.

"from now on--"

"I don't need any support anymore!"

"The Burning Ember Kingdom, the Principality of Bosque, the entire Northland, and the entire Anzetta will tremble under this power! This will be my empire!"

"I am a blizzard! I am a natural disaster!"

The ice pick pierced the ground and tore a deep crack in the earth. Duke Oliver, who was almost the same as a real frost giant, flew out of it while riding the ice storm.

"This, this is."

Oliver's personal guards were all dumbfounded by this, and froze in place for a moment, not knowing how to react.

But they were soon turned into ice sculptures in the howling wind and snow.

"These mortal lives are like ants to me now."

"Fleeing."

Oliver looked down at the ice sculptures indifferently, regardless of the fact that they were once his subordinates. Not only did he not feel any regret, but he nodded with satisfaction.

Dear readers, please don’t ptsd, I have promised that there will be no plot like the previous one. emmmm... How could a nouveau riche with low-level magic outfits beat the protagonist...