Dungeon of Niflheim

487 Chapter 487: Mopping up the other B-ranks

As a colourful and devasting exchange of magic covered the air the ground battlefield was as chaotic as ever. Frost’s victory over the eldest rindar though imposing and morale boosting made trivial difference in the grand scheme. Soldiers and adventurers were still being wounded and even dying left and right as they were swarmed by overwhelming numbers. The back up Majors, Rallen and Yvonne were stretched thin and unable to compensate for the absence of Frost, Bastion and the rest.

Frost who was severally exhausted and sported many internal injuries from his battle with the eldest rindar stood in place after his victory. No monster dared to go near him after his display of royal aura, keeping a wide berth and instead focusing on the much less dangerous and more numerous frontline.

The life force from the rindar filled his body and repaired some of the damage but not all of it. If Ryuu and Jessie hadn’t moved to intercept Lord Frostine’s magic the consequences would have been dire. However his expression and body language betrayed this fact, making it look as though he was a mighty god of war, unaffected by the harsh battle and instead was simply basking in the glow of his new weapon, which wasn’t entirely false.

Right now the chaos of battle failed to reach Frost’s ears, even the attack from Frostine barely shook his mind as he was completely engrossed in both the pleasure granted by the luxurious DP flowing through him as well as the feeling of his body as he held the 4 star glaive in hand.

The feeling was familiar but also different and far deeper than anything he’d felt before. This glaive was uniquely forged for his use and his use alone and because of that it felt like a part of him, an extension of himself rather than a tool. There was even a mysterious energy within that felt somewhat sentient. Though it couldn’t communicate whenever he sent a stream of his own energy into the weapon he could feel joy emanating from it. Such a thing was truly mysterious and brought a smile to his lips.

“You want to show me what you can do right?” He asked in a soft tone getting no response in return other than a subtle feeling.

“Hahahahaha” Frost found it rather cute and found himself stroking the glaive like he did with Kiba and laughed innocently.

A short while later however he returned to his battlefield mindset and removed a mid-level health potion from his storage ring. It hadn’t been long since he took his last one so he wouldn’t receive the full effects but every little helped.

Frost downed the red liquid quickly before scanning the nearby battlefield, break time was over it was time for him and his new glaive to truly bond.

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With the eldest rindar now dead, 3 injured B-rank monsters remained on the field, Frost being the first one victorious.

“Bastion should be fine, so it’ll be one of the other groups.” Frost had full faith in the guild master, so he quickly redirected his gaze to the Majors fighting the youngest rindar and the other entry level B-rank monster which appeared to be some form of large ape.

Feeling that it would be a shame to send off the eldest rindar alone Frost chose his next target, the youngest rindar who at this point was completely freaking out. Not only had he been forced to endure this death pit, his opponents were tenacious things that repeatedly covered for one another giving him no reprieve. And when things were finally looking for the better after he managed to leave a deep cut on one of them he heard the death wail of his eldest brother. Foolishly he then turned around to see Frost in his most awe inspiring pose emitting royal aura so of course he was scared out of his wits and wanted nothing more than to run away from this accursed battle.

This caused a mind crushing conflict within the young rindar. He was afraid of Frost so he didn’t want to keep fighting here but he was also afraid of Lord Frostine so he couldn’t retreat either. His mind torn between these two hard facts saw it gradually succumb to the stampedes’ madness just like the eldest rindar.

His eyes that revealed fear and intelligence gradually turned red, numbing his pain and wayward thoughts.

When Frost finally arrived before him the last piece of resistance shattered and the youngest rindar fell into the madness becoming nothing more than a rampant beast whose sole purpose was to kill.

“Major Sito, Major Caspian allow me to lend you a hand.” Frost spoke calmly to the bruised up Major Sito and recently slashed Major Caspian as well as the C-rank squad backing them up.

“Much appreciated lad, we were already struggling to contain him before he fell into complete madness.” Major Sito frowned, his gaze drifting towards Major Caspian’s wound.

“No problem let’s deal with him quickly and re-join the frontlines before they collapse from the pressure.” Frost took the vanguard position with his new glaive. Excitement was clear in his eyes, and he licked his lips as though he was staring at a fine delicacy which for him the lifeforce of a B-rank monster certainly was.

Major Sito and Major Caspian ordered their C-rank squad to return to the frontlines as they would no longer be required in this battle.

The youngest rindar who had just finished his decent into full madness roared aggressively but it was Frost who attacked first. This rindar sported far less injuries than his brothers at the start of the battle thus he retained his hard scales and devasting power making him far more tenacious than the other 3 B-ranks sent to die. However, now that Frost was armed with a 4 star weapon those mighty scales would be rendered useless, and without them he was just a weaker version of his brother thus Frost dove in headfirst without the slightest hint of hesitation.

With impressive speed and grace he narrowly avoided the youngest rindar’s fierce [vicious viper strike] and lashed out with an aura infused strike wreathed in a mixture of cold flame chakra and the wind aspected engraving.

Clang! Squelch!

With his aura, chakra and the engraving the 4 star glaive successfully cut through the dense scales with ease, carving a deep wound even without the use of a weapon skill.

With blood adorning his glaive Frost’s smile stretched from ear to ear as his battle lust reignited.

Frost, Sito and Caspian managed to take down the youngest rindar fairly quickly with their teamwork, thus eliminating half of the major trouble makers.

After taking down the youngest rindar Sito and Caspian returned to the frontline granting it some much need manpower while Frost arrived to assist another Major and her team in dealing with the B-rank Ape monster known as a giant ice ape. A line of creatures that liked to live in frozen forests in large packs. It had quite devasting arm strength and durability but was rather simple as an adversary.

The team in charge of handling the giant ice ape however were in bad shape by the time Frost arrived. The Major who was leading the team was barely holding it together, her arm was dislocated and several of her ribs were broken. She unfortunately didn’t have a partner like Major Sito, so her team was quickly overwhelmed leaving less than half of them still breathing.

Frost had to take on the majority of the heavy lifting thus the battle lasted far longer than the previous one and he even received more than few punches to his body, undoing a lot of the effects of the health potion he took but they managed to successfully bring it down without anymore casualties.

The Major originally assigned was far too hurt to continue fighting thus Kiba was ordered to swoop in and carry her to safety. The master and battle mount exchanged knowing looks and spoke through the spiritual bond, but Kiba still chuffed in a huff before flying back to the Northern wall. He was annoyed that Frost was fighting against fun enemies without him, he was his battle mount yet all he’d been doing was fetching injured.

Frost let out an exasperated sigh as he watched Kiba fly into the air, he understood his feelings but the greater picture was what mattered. Kiba’s fast acting saves may even play a bigger role in the grand scheme than his taking down enemies.

Frost’s eyes were weary from battle and his body struggled to remain upright, but he couldn’t rest yet, there was still one last battlefield.

“Urghhhaaa!” Suddenly however he heard a loud painful groan from the direction Bastion was fighting. He swiftly turned his head and witnessed large spurts of blood exploding in the area as well as the image of Bastion with a large hole in his side.

“Bastion!!!!!” Frost roared out at the top of his lungs and forced his tired body to move in his friend’s direction. His loud call alerted Douglas and the rest who felt their hearts lurch as they minds went to a dark place.