The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 273 Therns

Author: Bamboo Basket Frame Water

Chapter 273 Therns

"Ha... ha... is that monster catching up?"

Feeling the constant throbbing pain in his lungs, Hawke slowly slowed down his movement and looked behind nervously.

Fortunately, the expectedly powerful 'white ghost' did not catch up, and even Pamir and his companions disappeared.

Seeing this, Hawke's tense nerves slowly relaxed, and the fatigue that followed made him couldn't help but find a rock and sit down.

As early as when the 'White Ghost' killed the second savage, he had already picked up the rabbit on the ground with quick eyes and hands, and ran away in the direction of the clan.

Now he has climbed two mountains in a row. With his familiarity with the hunter's trails, he must have succeeded in getting rid of the monster, right?

Thinking of this, Hawke grabbed a handful of snow from the nearby snowdrift and stuffed it into his mouth. He stood up again tiredly but determinedly, and ran towards the [Frost and Snow Tooth Mountains] farther away.

"No matter what, the news of the appearance of the 'White Ghost' must be reported to other people in the clan to prevent the legendary story from coming true!"

————The land of eternal winter, the frozen coast

On the ice-covered sea, millennium-old ice sheets several meters thick are covering this lifeless sea surface, making the entire coast look like a world of snow.

However, even in such a harsh environment, it still could not stop the expeditioners' pace of conquest filled with blood and fire:

Click click click~

On the sea, a black ark was using its huge angle of attack to easily smash through all the rocks and ice along the way, heading straight towards the coast.

"It's so cold. It's such a cold day, and you're still wearing such revealing clothes. Aren't you sorceresses afraid of catching a cold?"

On the deck of the Black Ark, Rohan looked curiously at Mekasa, who was wearing a navel-baring magic robe, and couldn't help but ask curious questions.

After all, even in the cold Naggaroth region, Rohan has never seen these sorceresses wearing even a kind of clothing that can be used to protect themselves from the cold. Almost all of them are naked three-point robes like bikinis.

Although this kind of outfit is indeed eye-catching, as the top commander of the army, Lohan believes that he still has an obligation to care about the life problems of his female subordinates.

After all, neither the Druchi elves nor the Pendor auxiliary army would mind if the sorceress wore too little.

Those LSPs, at best, hope that the sorceresses can wear less!

What, do I hope too?

That's okay.

"Yeah? That's a really good question. I thought you men would only pay attention to our figures and not care about our clothes."

Mekasa looked at Rohan with some surprise, then walked over with her water snake's waist twisted, took the initiative to hold Rohan's arm and introduced:

"Don't worry, our warlock robes will be cast with a small magic spell that can prevent our body temperature from being affected by the external environment... If you don't believe it, would you like to touch it and see?"

"Is it true? Then I'm going to give it a try~"

Feeling the two warm meat buns attached to his arms, Rohan slowly put his hands deep into the opponent's robe under Mekasha's expectant gaze.

Indeed, Mekasa's skin did not become cold due to the surrounding ice and snow weather, but was instead exceptionally warm and smooth.

Do other sorceresses also use this method to avoid the cold snap?

It seems like I have to give it a try~

Thinking of this, Rohan clenched his palms fiercely, and under Mekasa's spring-filled eyes, he used magic and roared:

"The destruction of Vaal!"

Bang~

A figure like broken glass suddenly came from Mekasha's robe, and then Rohan noticed that Mekasha's delicate body could not stop shaking.

Immediately afterwards, Mekasa took the initiative to press her plump body against Rohan's lion fur coat, and asked in a sweet voice with a trembling voice:

"Sir...what are you...?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to see if you lied just now, but I didn't expect it to actually work?"

Rohan's face was filled with a bad smile, and then he gently pushed the beauty in his arms away and walked towards the deck in the distance.

[Destruction of Vaal] is the most special type of magic among advanced spells. This single magic does not have any offensive or defensive properties, so even the mages of Ulthuan rarely use it.

However, [Var's Destruction] is the first powerful magic in history that can directly eliminate the enchantment effects on magic items!

Although due to his lack of proficiency, Rohan could only temporarily block the runes on Mekasa's robe for a few minutes, but it was already powerful enough.

"Perhaps it can be used as a surprise trick in duels in the future..."

Looking at Mekasa who was squatting on the deck, shivering in the cold wind, Rohan nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the effect of this magic was quite good.

"Lohan Lord, we are close to the coast, and we will be able to arrange for soldiers to land in a few minutes!"

Just as Rohan was holding a pocket watch to record Mekasha who was blowing the cold wind, a follower suddenly shouted to him, indicating that he was about to arrive at his destination.

Seeing this, Rohan set his sights on the distant continent completely covered by snow-capped mountains, frowned and shouted to the soldiers:

"Send out a reconnaissance dragoon to carefully check the situation on the mainland. If you find anything unusual, report back immediately!"

"clear!"

As Rohan's orders began to be issued, ten 40-meter-long ash dragons carried the riders on their backs and took off from the flight deck, flying towards the white continent in the distance.

Seeing the dragoons gradually turning into small black dots and disappearing away, Rohan's mind was filled with the zombie that accidentally broke into Pende Palace.

Being able to control zombies to fight, it seems that our enemy this time may be as skilled in necromancy as vampires...

If it were just a necromancer who could simply control dozens of zombies, then even if those zombies could show good combat effectiveness, they wouldn't be anything to fear after all.

But if you can control thousands of zombies, that would be interesting!

I don’t know whether the necromancy in this world is stronger or weaker than the one in the main world known as [Nagash, the originator of necromancy]?

However, when he thought that there might be countless zombies on the shore waiting for him to fall into his trap, Rohan shouted to the messenger with some vigilance:

"Inform all crew members to stay put and wait until the reconnaissance dragoons return before we decide whether to proceed with the landing now."

"As you command!"

————Land of Eternal Winter, Fangs of Frost and Snow

The Fang of Frost and Snow is the largest mountain range located north of the Great Wall.

The peaks of this jagged mountain range are covered with ice and snow all year round. Countless peaks look at each other from a distance. It is so huge, lonely, cold and desolate.

According to the legends among the savages, there are a small number of savage residents living in the deepest valley of Frostfang.

However, even the most brave and fearless savages dare not live alone in this desolate mountain range during the coming long winter.

However, although humans dare not, it does not mean that some things other than humans cannot survive in this environment:

"They are coming...invaders from another world, we must destroy them!"

A hoarse voice slowly came from the valley. The voice was like the bone-piercing wind under the extreme cold, which was enough to make everyone who heard the voice feel terrified in their hearts.

Seen from a distance, this black valley seems to blend in with the surrounding environment, making it impossible to detect anything strange.

However, if you zoom in closer, you will clearly see a scene that is enough to shock the entire continent of Westeros:

Hundreds of thousands of various corpses are piled up in the valley cracks that are several kilometers long, stacked on top of each other like a layer of layer cakes, but the taste of this layer cake is probably very memorable.

From the worn furs and old-fashioned rusty bronze armor on the corpses, it is easy to see that the owners of these corpses were once savages from the land beyond the Great Wall, as well as some remains from ancient times.

"Awaken, sleeping ancient resentment, use your sharp blades to take away the flames of those invaders!"

The obscure and cold ancient words spread throughout the Frost Fang, as if they possessed some kind of powerful magic power, causing the entire mountain range to begin to shake slightly.

As the ancient words spread across the entire mountain range, no creature noticed the terrifying army slowly rising in the depths of the unattended canyon.

Gaba~Gaba~Dingdang~

Waves of sounds of bones and metal rubbing against each other spread throughout the entire canyon, and eyes shining with blue light lit up like stars in the sky, covering the entire dark canyon.

The withered bodies and rusty weapons made these skeleton warriors look very weak, and it seemed that even a young man could easily defeat them.

Unfortunately, sometimes quantitative changes are enough to trigger qualitative changes:

Rumble——

The deafening footsteps echoed continuously from the canyon, as if it were enough to make the entire mountain range tremble.

"Go, take away those human fires, sacrifice them to the great cold god, and expand our army... for war!"

antiquity

The savages living in the mountains raised their heads in fear. They were unable to understand or hear the low screams that spread throughout the mountains. They could only feel the howling cold wind and the terrifying earthquake.

Little did they know that on the other side of the mountain range, an overwhelming army of corpses was pouring out of the canyon, like black dragons climbing over to the other side of the mountain range!

A catastrophe for the savages is about to come!

————Frostfang, Thann

(In order for everyone to understand the topography of Westeros more conveniently, I will put a map of Westeros in the signature)

Thann, a savage gathering place located at the northernmost tip of Frostfang, can also be the most civilized place for savages.

If anyone from the south of the Great Wall came to Thern, they would be shocked to find that the savages, who in their eyes are as barbaric as animals, would actually build a castle on the glacier!

Of course, it is said to be a castle, but in fact it is just a simple wooden pile made of wooden piles and ice blocks, and a few arrow towers for shooting.

But even so, this castle is enough for the Thenns to become synonymous with "civilized people" among the savages.

After all, compared to the savages who have graduated from prenatal education and whose tools are still in the Stone Age, the Thenns who can forge bronze weapons and tools are definitely the advanced elements among the savages.

"Finally... finally here..."

Looking at Thern Castle not far away, the rosy-faced Hawk endured his physical discomfort, continued to squeeze out his physical potential, and ran towards the distant castle.

The defenders on the castle seemed to have noticed the embarrassed Hawke, so they sent a rider to run towards Hawke.

When the rider approached, Hawke noticed that the rider was actually a 'spear woman', so he hurriedly shouted:

"I am Hawk, the hunter of the clan. I have something important to tell Magna. It is related to everyone's lives!"

(Spear woman, similar to the Viking shield woman, roughly meaning female warrior)

(Magnar means 'Lord' in ancient language. The Thenns have their own laws and lords)

"...mount your horse!"

The spearwoman holding a bronze lance looked at the panting young hunter in front of her with some doubts, not believing the threat he said.

But adhering to her duty, the spearwoman finally pulled Hawke onto the horse, and then rode in the direction of Thern City.

After all, even the most reckless person would not be stupid enough to make fun of Mage.

After entering the castle, Hawke looked at the thousands of wildling warriors and residents in the castle, and couldn't help but hugged the spear woman in front of him with some fear.

Not long ago, he was eating delicious roast rabbit on a rock in the mountains, preparing to recover from the psychological shadow caused by the "white ghost".

However, not long after, he saw Pamir and others walking towards him, dragging weapons. The flashing blue light in their eyes made him intimidated.

At that time, Hawke thought that Pamir was going to snatch his rabbit, but he didn't expect that Pamir suddenly screamed to the sky, then raised his mace and hit him!

At that time, Hawke was so frightened that he could only stuff the rabbit into his bag, then quickly raised his hunting bow and shot an arrow into the opponent's thigh.

I thought that this would make Pamir lose his fighting ability. Not only did Pamir not slow down because of the arrow on his leg, but he rushed towards him even more crazily!

Seeing this situation, he couldn't care less about communication and rest, so he was so frightened that he hurriedly started running away again.

Fortunately, Pamir's movement speed was not very fast, so Hawke easily escaped the opponent's pursuit, and was finally able to escape the Fangs of Frost alive and reach Thann City.

"You seem to be scared? Don't worry, this is Thern City, and there is no safer place outside the wall than here."

Feeling the trembling body of the young man behind her, the spear woman couldn't help but comfort her, and proudly introduced:

"Magnar is ready to join forces with another wildling lord. Then we can climb over the Great Wall and occupy the rich southern land!"

After hearing this, Hawke's shaking body not only did not stop, but became more violent.

The land of the south?

Haha...the real threat lies in the north!

(End of chapter)