Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 432 Death Place
Thirty miles north of Lord, there is an unnamed hill in the wilderness.

A blizzard had been blowing in the southern part of the ice field since last night. Unlike the common snowstorms in the north, this snow was particularly heavy.

The howling winds blew up the snow that had accumulated on the ground all winter, and combined with the heavy snow that fell from the sky, they formed a silver screen that covered the entire sky. Travelers stood between heaven and earth, and all they could see was a vast expanse of white when they looked around, making it difficult to tell east, south, west, or north.

At the top of the hill, a man wearing dark silver armor and a dark red hood patted the snow on his shoulders. His hawk-like sharp eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of annoyance appeared between his murderous brows.

The snow was too heavy. Even for a hero like him who was firmly in the first echelon among heroes, it was difficult for him to extend his spiritual perception too far in such extreme weather.

At the same time, the vague intuition of danger in his soul became clearer and clearer. Combined with what he saw and heard on the way south, he was sure that an extremely terrible crisis was brewing behind this heavy snow, but he could not immediately perceive the source of the danger.

There was a sound of deep and shallow footsteps coming from the foothills. Another younger and stronger figure hunched over and climbed to the top of the hill, dragging two prisoners who were a size bigger than him.

Oleg turned around and frowned, "Just kill him after questioning him, why did you drag him back?"

Behind him was a young man with long hair, wearing a Samir-style animal skin robe with a fishbone-carved ornament tied on his hair. If it weren't for the human features still retained on his face, anyone would have thought he was a Samir Ice Knight.

"This is a matter of great importance," Adam looked at the unconscious captives behind him, "I was afraid that I might misinterpret the information they were saying, so I temporarily suppressed their brains with the fire magic and brought them back for you to listen to."

Oleg raised his chin slightly, signaling Adam to remove the seal.

Adam threw the two giant human captives to the ground, and a beam of fire shot out from his fingers and sank into their foreheads. The two men woke up quickly, but the dim flames were still reflected in their pupils, indicating that their minds were still under control.

"Seal. Activate in twelve hours." The first giant murmured under the stimulation of Adam's magic.

"Lord. Otina. Holy Mountain" the second giant muttered many place names, some of which could be vaguely heard, while others were only vague fragments.

"Kill them all." The giants laughed, "They have no way to escape, no way to escape."

What followed was repeated over and over again. After making sure there was nothing else, Adam slapped the two captives on the top of their heads. The perfectly controlled fire instantly burned the brain center, and the giants fell to the ground, no longer making any sound.

"What seal?" Oleg chewed on the information. "If the large-scale sealing array is activated at a series of locations they mentioned, Lord and Otina are reasonable. After all, His Highness and the remnants of the Northern Army are active in these two places. What is the Holy Mountain?"

"It can only be explained as the giant mountaintop that has been burning with ashes and flames for thousands of years - 'Starfall'," Adam pondered, "but that is the foundation of the new royal court. Not only is it heavily guarded, but a large number of royal elders are also stationed there. As long as Karelios is not obsessed with gain and loss, he will not be able to do anything messy there."

"The most important thing is time. Twelve hours - where did you catch them?"

"On the snowfield twenty miles southwest, but they were not heading south to Lorde. Instead, they were heading from Lorde to the Holy Mountains."

"The Holy Mountains. So, they are from Vikia, and they can only go there to contact the Southern Regiment's garrison in the mountains. It takes at least a day and a night to travel from Lord to the heart of the Holy Mountains. The place where you and they encountered is still eight hours away from the destination. With such a short time difference, they are not going to notify the garrison to activate the 'seal'." "In other words, they are just reminding the garrison that the seal is about to start, so that they can be prepared." Adam's face suddenly changed when he analyzed this. "What kind of seal actually needs to cross a distance of hundreds of miles and require the garrison far away in the heart of the Holy Mountains to make corresponding preparations?"

"Whatever it is, the first priority is to inform His Highness of the news."

Oleg and Adam looked at each other, and the pair, who had come all the way south from the frozen lake, immediately led their horses out from the leeward side of the hill and galloped south.

The whistling sound of the wind covered up the rapid sound of horse hooves. At this point, the two were not afraid of being discovered by the scouts of the Southern Regiment.

After tracking for several consecutive days, they have roughly determined the location of the Southern Expedition Army's base. As long as they can deliver the damn information to His Highness as early as possible, even if they run into Vikia himself and have a fight with the Fifth Ancestor, it will not matter much.

After all, Oleg is a top hero who has been famous for many years. His spiritual perception is much more acute than Adam, which brings him a stronger intuition. As the direction approaches southward, the terrible sense of crisis becomes clearer and clearer, almost turning into substance and exploding in his heart!

During the month when the giant army of 200,000 was led by the nose by His Highness's 10,000 men, Kalerius must have prepared some unexpected, even unreasonable means.
The new giant king who rose from the dust and roamed the north in just a few months would never bet the fate of his court on the Golden Dynasty. If according to the old dragon before his departure, the new giants had originally prepared a killing spree for Godwin, then what on earth could give these remnants of a fallen nation the confidence to kill the most powerful demigod?

Did they choose to launch such a move at this moment because they were certain that Your Highness must open up the north-south road to Lord, and were even more certain that this killing spree could completely destroy Your Highness's strategy and bring the deepest despair to the unstoppable Northern Expedition Army?

boom--

A louder sound overwhelmed the roar of the wind and snow, and the violent vibration knocked the carefully selected dragon-scale horse to the ground!
Oleg and Adam looked up in shock, only to see a beam of blazing, dazzling magma that looked like a sword that split the sky, cutting through the snow curtain while illuminating the southern sky with a bright red glow!

In an instant, the earth veins collapsed and the sky and the earth collapsed!

Then came the second and third streams. Every thousand miles, a stream of magma shot up into the sky, extending to the distance beyond the reach of the eye. Only the roar of the trembling earth could be heard from afar, proving that this miracle that shattered common sense was not an illusion!

A grand, solemn, and heavy invisible curtain slowly rose along the direction of the magma flow, turning into an unprecedented giant circle that encompassed the entire northern border.

The surging flames penetrated into the sky and gathered in the center of the sky, illuminating through the heavy dark clouds, like a tyrannical gaze shooting down, just like the one-eyed evil god that the giants had worshipped for thousands of years!

"Impossible," Adam murmured absentmindedly, the hammer in his hand falling silently on the snow, "How is it possible?"

“No matter how they did it—” Oleg tightened his grip on the two swords at his waist, retracted his spiritual perception, and a look of determination emerged in his cold and sharp eyes, “The Giant King’s Court has indeed sealed off the entire northern border. I can clearly feel that this seal cuts off all connections between the material and spiritual levels.”

"In other words, from today on, the 30,000-mile Arctic ice field will become a dead zone."

(End of this chapter)