Ashen Dragon

Chapter 194: Chapter 120: Clearing the Battlefield
 

As the war ended and the Frost Giant tribe was annihilated, the Ashen Kingdom’s army swiftly cleaned up the battlefield littered with debris, casually scavenging for loot and transporting the Frost Giant slaves back to Northwind Castle.

The players, on the other hand, recklessly rummaged through the smoky battlefield, having a great time looting bodies.

“Wow, great stuff! The Frost Giant’s eyeball is mine!”

“Can this finger be used to make Giant Elixir…”

“Such a big bone rod, how much soup can we make from this…”

“Do you guys think that the Giant’s… could be some kind of super tonic? We should cut off a couple to take back. Hey, maybe they’ll be useful in a future update. Damn, this thing is heavy. Come help me carry it. My strength attribute is too low; I can’t lift it.”

“You’re disgusting; keep that thing away from me!”

“Come on, use your head. When the game opens up, there’ll be perverts aplenty wanting this. It’ll sell out for sure, and even make an excellent exhibit!”

The players, like a flock of vultures, plundered the broken battlefield without hesitation, even terrifying the ogres known for their cannibalistic habits.

An ogre known as “Bighead” watched the ravenous players, sneering.

“Hmph, a bunch of barbarians.”

“We civilized ogres clean these things up properly when we eat our elders at home. They don’t even bother.”

Bighead tore off a piece of meat from the Frost Giant’s arm, looked around to ensure no one was watching, and then stuffed the meat into his mouth, chewing with great satisfaction.

“Bighead, you’re eating humanoid meats again!”

A familiar voice rang in Bighead’s ears.

He was so scared that he dropped the meat from his mouth, trembling as he looked around, but he couldn’t find Ramp’s towering figure.@@novelbin@@

As he breathed a sigh of relief, a magic field shaped like a wooden stick appeared above his head.

“Ouch!”

“The boss is getting more unpredictable.”

Bighead, in pain, threw the meat he had just picked up and rubbed the bump on his head, feeling aggrieved.

In the central tent on the battlefield, Ramp felt the spell being triggered, and a contented smile spread across his face.

“Hmph, that’s the fate of those who don’t follow orders.”

This was Ramp’s self-created Second Tier Spell “Ramp’s Ogre Discipline Magic.” It detected when an ogre violated the set rules, alerted Ramp, and automatically created a magic wooden stick to knock the disobedient ogre unconscious.

Ramp was quite proud of this. He firmly believed that he would eventually cultivate the ogres into a wise and civilized race. At that time, ogres would become the symbol of wisdom and strength on this continent, second only to red dragons as the most perfect race.

“Ouch!”

Bighead’s wail rang out once more.

Ramp’s face darkened, his arm trembling slightly.

“Ouch! Why is it happening again!”

The familiar voice echoed again.

Ramp’s face was shrouded in a thick layer of gloom, his ugly face dark as dripping water.

The ogre mage picked up the club from the ground, veins bulging on his arms, and stormed out of the tent.

“Bighead! Do you have a death wish!”

…

Mantou and Singo landed on the ground, leading their wyvern as they scavenged for loot. They grabbed some Frost Giant eyeballs and fingers as materials, but they had no interest in the gigantic, crude weapons and armor.

Mantou complained: “I feel like we haven’t even gotten started, and these Frost Giants are already down. We’ve just been watching the main boss’s battle CG.”

Singo asked: “So how many Frost Giants did you kill?”

Mantou awkwardly touched his nose: “Didn’t I successfully restrain one?”

“Noob.”

Singo harshly assessed before continuing: “The officials really didn’t balance this right. The main storyline’s challenge was set too high, so players didn’t get much of a chance to participate. Only high-level professional players like me managed to kill one or two Frost Giants for some insignificant achievements.”

Mantou, already used to this blatant showboating, ignored the topic and asked, “What should we do next? With just a few days left in the late beta period, my experience has overflowed a lot. Just waiting for the server to open and unlock the level cap so I can level up like crazy.”

Singo was about to answer when someone patted him on the shoulder from behind.

“Singo!”

He turned around to see a shiny bald head—it was Natural War Maniac.

The seasoned barbarian player was covered in Frost Giant blood, with a string of Frost Giant fingers hanging around his neck, smiling broadly.

“Guys, I just had an awesome fight. I cast Enlarge Spell and Acceleration Spell and charged right in, jumped on the Frost Giant from behind, and put it in a chokehold—”

His excitement growing, Natural War Maniac enthusiastically struck a pose.

“With a crack, I choked the Frost Giant to death. It was a thrilling battle!”

“And there was this one Frost Giant trying to ambush me from behind, but I turned and slashed it…”

Mantou listened to Natural War Maniac’s excited recount, thinking about being pelted and chased by the Frost Giants, and a shameful sweat broke out.

Indeed, people’s joys and sorrows do not connect.

“There you all are!”

A crisp female voice called out—it was Summer Night Autumn Rain.

Unlike the others, she hadn’t picked up any weird stuff like Frost Giant eyeballs or fingers. Instead, she recorded a few Everfrost Runes to see if they might trigger something later.

“I had a decent haul this time. Flame spells are very effective against Frost Giants.”

Summer Night Autumn Rain’s body was surrounded by the smell of gunpowder, and red scales faintly surfaced on her face, signs that she had just used a spell with her dragon bloodline. Rumor had it she had joined a flame spellcaster player group called the “Five Fireball Cult,” whose members were all fanatical fireball technique enthusiasts, ready to go crazy hurling fireballs once the server opened.

Natural War Maniac rubbed his bald head in annoyance: “Autumn Rain’s fighting style is getting more violent. While I’m grappling with the Frost Giant, she nearly roasted me with her flame spell.”

Summer Night Autumn Rain blushed and defended herself: “Well, you didn’t get burned to death, did you?”

The professional squad, once jokingly called the “Black Slave Team,” was gathered together once again.

Mantou was the first to propose: “Since it’s the end of the beta, and there are only a few days left before the server shuts down, and we’re all here, why don’t we team up and explore the Kalka Mountains to see if we can get lucky and find a divine artifact?”

Singo rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, and agreed: “Sure.”

Natural War Maniac wiped his shiny bald head and grinned: “No problem.”