Chapter 232: Chapter 143: Total Annihilation, 40 Lightning Runes
In the blink of an eye, the entire vista transformed into a vast, white expanse of ice and snow.
A bone-chilling cold permeated the air, and snowflakes began to drift down.
The frigid wind howled, stinging their cheeks.
A visible layer of frost coated the golems, their movements instantly becoming sluggish.
The Follower Knights and barbarians were instantly bowled over by the frigid wind. Many of the barbarians below the rank of Legendary Knight were frozen into ice sculptures on the spot, their stiff bodies toppling to the ground, dead in an instant.
"Winter Frost Domain!"
Xu Bo’s expression changed in an instant as he cried out in alarm.
The other Wizards’ faces paled as well.
The Winter Frost Domain was the infamous killing move that earned the Winter Frost Priests their fearsome reputation on the battlefield!
Once cast, it could transform an area spanning tens, even hundreds of kilometers into a frozen wasteland of howling winds and drifting snow.
Any enemy caught within would be perpetually eroded by the biting cold, their combat prowess severely hampered.
Meanwhile, the Winter Frost Priests and Turin Warriors, under the protection of the winter frost, were not only immune but actually found their strength enhanced.
Relying on this Divine Art, the Winter Frost Priests had initially suppressed Red Maple City in numerous small-scale battles. The situation only eased after the Wizards developed countermeasures.
However, that wasn’t the primary reason for Xu Bo and his men’s terror.
What horrified them was that casting a Winter Frost Domain required at least one Fourth-Class Priest to lead the ritual.
In other words, there was a Fourth-Class Priest in the valley at this very moment.
At this realization, a fine layer of cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and the color drained from their faces.
’Why would a Fourth-Class Priest be at a Secret Silver Resource Point?!’
’Mithril is precious, to be sure, but a resource point that can produce, at most, ten to twenty kilograms of it shouldn’t warrant the personal attention of a Fourth-Class Priest!’
But it was pointless to dwell on that now. Retreating was far more important.
Their group was no match for a single Fourth-Class Priest, to say nothing of the dozen or so first and second-class Winter Frost Priests also in the valley.
Unfortunately, before Xu Bo could order a retreat, the howling wind whipped around them, and over a dozen figures in Sacrificial Robes materialized from thin air, completely surrounding them.
The leader, a middle-aged man with an imposing air, had four distinct snowflake patterns embroidered on the sleeves of his robe.
As their gazes fell upon the man, the last shred of hope in their hearts evaporated, and their spirits sank to rock bottom.
"After waiting so long, someone has finally come knocking."
Andri’s icy gaze swept over the assembled Wizards, a mocking sneer curling his lips.
"I was starting to think Red Maple City had given up on this resource point."
Xu Bo and his companions, faces pale, offered no response as their minds raced, desperately searching for a way out.
Unfortunately, no matter how they looked at it, the situation was dire.
It was just as they’d thought before: in the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks are nothing but paper tigers.
—Unfortunately, they were not the side with absolute power now.
For a moment, a tendril of despair coiled in the depths of their hearts.
But those who become Wizards are resilient in both will and mind. Unwilling to be captured without a fight, Xu Bo and his men exchanged a glance and, as one, launched a sudden attack.
In an instant, countless spells flew in all directions, their multicolored glows flashing brilliantly in the air.
The Winter Frost Priests, however, had been expecting this. They calmly cast Protective Divine Techniques to block the assault before launching their own counterattack.
A dense barrage of icicles and frigid currents instantly blotted out the sky, descending upon Xu Bo and his men.
Empowered by the Winter Frost Domain, the Divine Arts were drastically more powerful.
The very first volley sent Xu Bo and the others scrambling, leaving them in a sorry, disheveled state.
"AHHH!!!"
Just then, a bloodcurdling scream rang out abruptly.
Xu Bo whipped his head toward the sound, just in time to see Andri standing behind one of his companions, slowly withdrawing a hand sheathed in ice from the man’s chest.
The Wizard, a man who had reached the Level 1 Liquid Stage, collapsed with his eyes wide in disbelief, his face a mask of indignation.
Watching this, Lu Rong and the others felt their scalps prickle, their hearts seized with absolute terror.
"Damn it!"
Xu Bo’s heart burned with a mixture of fury and shock, but he was utterly helpless.
’If I had known a Fourth-Class Priest was guarding the Secret Silver Resource Point, I never would have attacked this place.’
But it was too late for regrets.
For some reason, Pei Ze’s earlier words suddenly flashed through Xu Bo’s mind, and his heart jolted in alarm.
’Could it be? Did Pei Ze know the situation at the Secret Silver Resource Point all along? Is that why he was so certain we would fail the mission?’
’If that’s true, then didn’t Pei Ze set us up?!’
But figuring it out now changed nothing. As one scream followed another, Xu Bo’s companions fell one by one, brutally slain by Andri.
At the same time, a great roar echoed from the valley. The gates swung open, and countless fully armed Turin Warriors surged out, charging headlong toward the golems, Follower Knights, and barbarians.
Each of these Turin Warriors was shrouded in a faint halo of light.
Empowered by the halos, not only were they completely impervious to the freezing wind and snow, but they fought with even greater ferocity. From the moment they clashed, they began to slaughter the Follower Knights and barbarians, forcing them into a full retreat.
The golems became the focus of a concentrated assault, and nearly half of them were felled in just a minute or two.
The invaders’ defeat was now a certainty.
Watching the scene unfold, irrepressible despair finally flooded Xu Bo’s heart.
The next moment, a figure flickered before him. Andri’s expressionless face suddenly filled his vision as a hand encased in solid ice shot toward him like a bolt of lightning.
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