Ashen Dragon

Chapter 193: Chapter 119 Battle of Glacier’s Demise (End)
 

“Blessed Amanata…”

“That’s simply… a Scourge.”

In the Ashen Kingdom’s temporary camp, Count Trischka was dumbfounded.

“The Everfrost Tribe was just… annihilated. From now on, there will be no more Frost Calamity.”

Trischka couldn’t help but mutter to himself.

He gazed at the distant half of Vaar Glacier covered by sun-blocking clouds, listening to the roaring thunder. Even his voice, usually steady, trembled.

“Boom!”

Another thunderclap resounded. Though nearly thirty kilometers away, people could still feel the terror of the Storm of Vengeance. The powerful spell’s fluctuations even brushed against their faces.

Old scholar Morr took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his brow, murmuring quietly:

“This, this is also a good thing.”

“We originally thought this Frost Calamity would kill or injure countless people again, but now the Dragon Lord of the Ashen Kingdom has solved even its root cause.”

Yelena also wiped her pale face, reluctantly agreeing:

“Yes, the Frost Calamity is resolved. With the help of that Red Dragon, our Boske Duchy didn’t even need to expend manpower or resources. Truly a win-win.”@@novelbin@@

But Trischka continued to gaze at the sky in silence, a gloomy shadow crossing his face. After a long pause, he spoke slowly.

“Ninth Tier Spell.”

“At least a Ninth Tier Spell, possibly higher.”

He turned to look at Morr, his expression extremely grave, and asked in a deep voice: “Morr, do you understand what this means?”

“No, I don’t.”

Morr’s forehead started to sweat again.

Trischka’s tone grew even heavier, and his voice quickened slightly:

“It means that Red Dragon could easily destroy our cities, even our entire nation. Remember, that’s a Ninth Tier Spell!”

“I once personally witnessed a legendary court mage of the Fadlan Kingdom cast a Ninth Tier Spell. Meteors fell from the sky, and within mere breaths, the rebellion of tens of thousands was quelled. The unknown spell cast by this Red Dragon is even more terrifying.”

By the end, his voice trembled.

Trischka sighed lightly, lowering his eyes, but the image of the storm just moments ago remained vivid, lingering in his mind.

Duke Leo had originally sent him to investigate, negotiate the various powers, and secure the greatest interests for the Boske Duchy in this war.

In the best-case scenario, the Ashen Kingdom and the Everfrost Tribe would become embroiled in a bitter struggle, reaching a stalemate. Then the Boske Duchy could, under the guise of “ally,” weaken the Ashen Kingdom and seize the opportunity to eradicate both powerful factions, maintaining order in the North to the greatest extent. At worst, they could significantly damage the Ashen Kingdom, preventing it from venturing south.

But both he and Duke Leo gravely underestimated the Red Dragon’s power.

They never imagined that this Red Dragon would end the battle within days, eradicating the Everfrost Tribe—the Frost Calamity that plagued the Northern Kingdom for nearly a millennium—and even pursuing them to their ancestral home in Vaar Glacier, exterminating the Frost Giants.

“We’ve lost the initiative. The Ashen Kingdom has become an unmanageable behemoth. We must report this news to His Grace immediately. Our Boske Duchy can’t afford to lose.”

“Unless external forces intervene, we’ll have to wait for the North to be devoured by the Red Dragon.”

Trischka thought to himself.

His throat turned sour, wanting to speak but finding himself unable.

“Military advisors, the war is over. Do any of you have insights to share?”

A stranger’s voice interrupted Trischka’s thoughts.

Everyone turned their heads to find the tiefling commander of the Ashen Kingdom—Mezulash.

This Oathbreaker Paladin was a key concern within the Boske Duchy and highly dangerous. He was widely known for his Control Undead ability and was labeled the “Hand of the Wicked Spirit” by Northerners, reputedly sacrificing hundreds of living people daily to turn them into undead.

However, Trischka was skeptical of such exaggerated rumors. At least, the “Hand of the Wicked Spirit” appeared courteous and refined, far from the hateful villain the stories painted, although his pure black eyes did chill anyone who met his gaze.

Trischka bowed slightly, responding politely:

“His Majesty Cassius is awe-inspiring. A total, crushing victory. What more can we, insignificant figures, say?”

“My meager words can only offer congratulations to the Ashen Kingdom for its complete victory. The Frost Calamity, which threatened the North for nearly a millennium, is resolved. The entire Anzeta will celebrate, and I, on behalf of His Grace, extend our highest respect.”

Mezulash smiled and shook his head, saying:

“You should know what my master wants to hear isn’t this.”

Trischka’s expression froze. A futile smile flashed across his face.

“I will report the situation here truthfully to His Grace. From now on, we should cease all covert actions against the Ashen Kingdom and accept your reparation treaties, only hoping you maintain basic peace…”

Listening to Trischka’s plea, Mezulash nodded in satisfaction.

Finally, he spoke again, his face showing a devilish smile.

“My respected master thinks similarly. He hopes we can reach a consensus and does not wish to engage in meaningless conflicts.”

“I hope you understand. The Ashen Kingdom does not recklessly plunder or neglect production. For now, at least until we’ve integrated the remnants of the Rackman Duchy and the Principality of Norton, we have no intention of initiating a full-scale war.”

The tiefling’s tone paused, a threatening meaning glimmering in his black eyes.

“Of course, if any country wants to try, we wouldn’t mind becoming a bit greedier.”

Trischka exhaled deeply, a forced smile appearing on his pale face, extending his hand.

“Of course, peace is the consensus of all orderly nations. Our Boske is no exception.”

Two hands, of different colors, clasped together.

…

“The ‘Frost Calamity’ paled in comparison to the true Scourge. The Raging Winter, lasting millennia, was of no consequence to Him. That day, the terrible Storm of Vengeance swept across all of Vaar Glacier, eradicating the Frost Giants’ civilization that had endured for thousands of years. The surviving Frost Giants became slaves of the Empire.”

“He once again demonstrated Scourge-like prowess to all of Anzeta. With the effortless destruction of the Everfrost Tribe, the ‘Frost Calamity’ was no more, replaced by the more terrifying ‘Dragon Scourge.’ The entire North shuddered under His wings.”

“Some scholars believe that the ‘Battle of Raging Winter’s Fall’ objectively eliminated the millennia-old Frost Calamity troubling the North. While there is some positive significance to this, I maintain that occasional good deeds by the wicked should not earn them the title of hero, as it disrespects countless justice-minded individuals who sacrificed heroically.

“Though the ‘Frost Calamity’ brought great disaster to the Northern People, the evil dragon’s rule shattered the sacred order of the North and ruthlessly destroyed Anzeta’s justice, inflicting a deeper, broader catastrophe.”

—The **Chronicles of Anzeta: Battle of Raging Winter’s Fall** by Duke Luton