Goblin Dependency
Chapter 151 - 100 lv1_3

Chapter 151: Chapter 100 lv1_3

There was no vegetation or buildings; it seemed as if everything around had been pulverized under the clash of tremendous forces.

On the open ground, there remained only a patch of scorched earth, exuding residual warmth and appearing jet-black.

In the distance, the terrified screams and cries of the town’s inhabitants were obscured and blurred, as if isolated by the dense spore-laden purple mist in the air.

Howling ice storms sent shimmering snowflakes of biting frost that melted into tiny droplets before reaching the ground due to the lingering heat in the soil.

This made the surface of the ground appear as if enveloped in a thin layer of mist.

"Howl..."

A deep wolf’s howl suddenly rang out.

The creature’s body had grown immensely, its semi-transparent silver-white fur lightly swaying, and its agile and slender legs tread upon the ground, condensing ice crystals.

A Winter Wolf, seemingly in a soul state and carrying an elegant posture, floated lightly to its master’s side.

With its sharp, ice-glinting fangs, it held a tattered corpse, riddled with wounds from gnawing and tearing.

The corpse still bore the remnants of blood-stained robes, and a golden Sun Sacred Emblem stained with a few specks of mud fell silently to the ground.

"The help you found isn’t great."

Frogon gently stroked the head of the Winter Wolf beside him with his left hand, while the surface of the small obsidian axe clenched tightly in his right hand was already coated with a layer of clear ice crystals.

Under the protection of frost and ancestral spirits, his physical state seemed unchanged from before.

Only the slight scorch marks on the surface of the skin on one side of his arm revealed the battle that had just taken place.

"The Sun God’s radiance shines no more."

A voice as old and hoarse as the friction of tree bark came from the front.

Oddly, there was a sense of approval in it, as if the one who died wasn’t an ally he fought alongside with, but merely a dispensable stranger.

"These followers of his, all they can do is torment defenseless civilians."

Surrounded by thorns and purple mist.

Kalanfor’s Grave Digger, the Wild Swamp Druid "Basilom," spoke thusly.

Dark purple fine particles shrouded his face, making it impossible to discern his specific expression.

Only vaguely visible was a younger face beneath the wrinkled and gray-spotted old skin.

As soon as he finished speaking, a biting cold wind suddenly swept over from an unknown direction.

A cluster of black thorns, which had somehow crept into the blind spot behind the barbarian, instantly froze into an ice sculpture.

"The same old trick for how many years now, hmm?"

The Druid just chuckled softly.

"As long as it works."

"Back then, I encountered an old man on the ice fields, a Frozen Spirit Priest, almost reaching the ’Legendary’ edge, yet he still got caught by me and anchored to the totem, watching his tribe perish before closing his eyes."

"Oh, almost forgot, you should know him too, heh."

Frogon’s ice-blue eyes, cold as a frozen lake, gazed at the decaying dark purple silhouette in front of him.

The cold expression on his face didn’t alter in response to the other’s provocation.

He just raised his left hand, which was petting the head of the Winter Wolf beside him.

Brought it to his mouth.

"Rip."

A piece of his little finger fell onto the ice-frosted ground.

The scarlet blood at the wound, guided by some invisible force, formed a beast claw pattern with five curved fingers on the snow surface.

As if sensing the gaze of a mysterious existence from beyond this plane, from within the Divine Country.

The Druid’s entire momentum suddenly shifted, and the spores in the air vibrated violently.

"Is it really worth it for a soul approaching Legendary Level?"

The wound rapidly stopped bleeding as it was covered by frost.

Since passing through River Valley Town a few days ago, since arriving in the Sevia Kingdom three months ago, since stepping out of that ruin amidst wind and snow many years ago.

For the first time, Frogon smiled.

Between his frost-white teeth was the remnant of crimson blood from biting off his finger.

"It’s worth it."

Awooo——

A shrill and high-pitched wolf’s howl erupted abruptly with the intensifying blizzard.

...

Awooo——

The howling of the wolf from afar seemed to carry some peculiar power.

It permeated through skin, pierced flesh, and penetrated the heart.

The originally chaotic thoughts were swept completely away in an instant.

Leaving only the soundless cold.

The throat bobbed, and the last half bottle of Healing Potion was poured down, the empty glass bottle rolling on the ground.

A sharp, fierce howling sound, accompanied by a pungent sulfur scent, came from the front.

In the field of vision, the hunched and bony figure of the Thorn Demon had already turned into a phantom, rapidly approaching his direction.

Xia Nan did not move.

His gaze was even somewhat dazed.

In that moment, within the deep and solemn wolf howl, he seemed to be transported to the snowy plains on the highlands.

Becoming a Winter Wolf that moved stealthily within the snow, hunting prey.

Muscles bulging and expanding beneath thick fur, fangs reflecting cold light in the frigid wind... even those emotionless, slightly narrowed, sinister beast eyes.

The mud beneath his feet suddenly froze over.

That was the Northern wind the barbarian had infused in him before setting off.

Not far behind him, on the high oak tree boughs, a drop of pine resin fell silently.

"Bang!"

Underneath the leather boots, the ground suddenly showed a small depression.

The floating dust in the dim light suddenly solidified.

The rush of blood coursing through his ears created a thunderous roar, filling his mind with a buzz; the air instantaneously solidified, feeling as thick as water, causing a faint sting from tearing muscle fibers.

The chain armor rings interlocked, sword sheath colliding with the rhythm of his pounding heart.

Open eyes, close eyes.

A moment’s blur.

Pine resin dripped onto the meadow.

Hot blood sliding down his cheek jolted Xia Nan back to his senses.

In his ears, the screech from the Thorn Demon had ceased at some unknown point in time.

He turned around.

Leaves and fragments scattered about, the meadow burst open and dispersed along a trajectory, as if sliced by an invisible plowshare, revealing the underside of dark brown, moist soil.

The headless corpse with wings on its back, its yellow-green pus-splattered blood spurting, lay quietly on the ground.

In front of him, semi-transparent characters flashed by.

"Skill Level +1"

"[Teeth Hunting] lv1: (1/100)"