Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 605 Frosty Cold
As the business of the White Tower Chamber of Commerce expanded, Gao Yaling's reputation and word-of-mouth gradually spread.

They have food to eat, shelter to live in, and land to cultivate!

Without much embellishment or hype, a few simple and honest promises are enough to be tempting. However, apart from those who have already lost everything and are suffering from misfortune, not everyone has the courage to take such a gamble.

The continuous influx of refugees inevitably brought many additional burdens to the management of Gaoya. Fortunately, they had just had a bumper harvest and had plenty of grain reserves. In addition, the busy farming season was over, so there was plenty of time to distribute the land.

Looking down at the residential area, two newly built earthen buildings stand tall on the ground, surrounded by temporary tents or prefabricated houses made of thick blankets.

With the influx of population, the existing residential housing was naturally insufficient. Fortunately, the high cliffs had long been skilled in civil engineering. The two foremen, the Mountain Giant and the Earthshaker, led the construction team in a series of skillful operations, and two walled-off residential buildings rose from the ground within ten days.

The subsequent renovation of the unfinished house was a minor matter. Witnessing such great power firsthand, it was even more unimaginable that it was the migrants who were mobilized for their own benefit, and who had shown unprecedented enthusiasm and motivation.

The exposed skeleton of the new building has been filled and restored, and the texture and details of the interior and exterior walls are gradually being perfected. The long-awaited move-in time is just around the corner.

Once these newcomers integrate into the territory, the productivity and military reserves of the entire High Cliff Territory will be further enhanced.

Just as Master Zhang, feeling quite pleased with himself, was about to head home, a rapid, almost shrill rhythm struck his calm sea of ​​thoughts like a thunderclap.

Signal source: Alarm triggered by Chanem's apparent death organs;
Device owner: Münster;
Current condition: Near death;
Trigger location: East side of the Northern World Ridge.

Triggering reason: Please see the video.

Thanks to the ingenuity of drawing inspiration from his past life when designing the installation, fragments of Münster's perspective before his death were recorded and preserved, briefly and clearly presenting the giant's ordeal.

A long tail covered in scales and barbs swept across like a giant python. From a first-person perspective, Münster only had time to pull back his greatsword to barely parry before being whipped into the air and his back slammed hard into a towering tree with a straight trunk.

A snowflake fell from the sky.

Before they could even get up to retaliate, a torrent of frosty breath surged forth, revealing the culprit behind the attack.

This is a moving, breathing iceberg. Its rough, thick white scales are like frozen armor, and its horns and bone spikes cover its entire body like jagged ice ridges on a glacier.

The dragon's head, with its sharp angles, has a horn extending backward. Its massive mouth, spewing frosty breath, reveals two rows of huge, icy, sharp teeth. On either side of its narrow skull are a pair of chilling, pale blue vertical pupils that gleam with primal, cold wisdom.

Its powerful body, massive ice axe claws, and frost-covered wings constantly emanate a chilling aura, as if it were the very embodiment of extreme cold.

This was a white dragon. Judging from its appearance, it was at least in its prime. Its breath, colder than the biting wind, froze Münster the moment he raised his sword to fight back, making him look like a lifelike ice sculpture.

Gisildra looked around. The somewhat sharp human in front of her had been frozen solid, and the other intruders were either dead or wounded, almost completely wiped out.

Victory! A complete and utter victory, under the great Bonewing—Gishildra!

As for the cost?

Seven or eight dark blue-green ice trolls lay sprawled on the ground, their wounds scorched black as if burned by the giant blade, clearly revealing the reason for the deaths of these exceptionally resilient monsters.

Glancing at his heavily wounded vassals, Gisildra let out a short growl, ordering his remaining subordinates to clean up the battlefield, before turning his head to examine his own injuries.

Although in the eyes of such a great dragon as her these foolish mortals who dared to invade were nothing more than ants, she did not expect that there was a big, thorny tough nut among them.

She glanced at her right wing with a hint of annoyance. The beautiful wings she was so proud of, covered with scales that had turned a strange, bone-white color with age, were torn apart by two rather gruesome wounds, the accompanying burn marks looking as if they had been smeared with soot. Oh, that damned, somewhat strong human insect, it would probably be quite a mouthful later. She would definitely have a good time eating it.

Gisildra's lips curled into a malicious smile, his white teeth gleaming like unsheathed daggers.

Should we eat here on the spot or take it home to enjoy at our leisure?
Before I could figure out the problem, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared before my eyes, and in an instant, it extended and outlined a wide gate constructed of runes.

Come again?

Having just been caught off guard by a burst of negative energy, the white dragon, though not actually injured, was still covered in dust and dirt and was somewhat at a loss.

Why is this never going to end?

Instinctively sensing the threat, she took two steps back, then stepped forward as if enraged.

Huff... hiccup?
Before she could finish exhaling, a sharp, ferocious claw pierced through the portal and pried open several furrows in the frozen soil, making it look like tofu.

?this?

Gisildra was somewhat taken aback; the scimitar-like sharp claws and the toes covered with layers of fine scales looked strangely familiar.

Upon a moment's thought, isn't this a dragon's claw?
I subconsciously glanced down at my own claws, then looked at the other's claws, which were clearly a size larger, with scales and skin that had a dark ruby-red hue...

Gisildela suddenly felt a little panicked. Could it be that bad?
Shouldn't these fiery, distant relatives who love playing with fire be nestled in their scorching nests? Why have they come to the icy, snowy far north?
Does it help cool you down?
Just as she feared, before she could even think it through, the being on the other side of the portal had already poked most of its body out of the portal.

It was a colossal beast that even the mighty white dragon in her prime could not deny.

Its appearance differed slightly from the red dragon in her memory. It had three dragon horns, two long and one short. The former leaned backward with a slight curve, while the latter was like a short sword spearhead piercing straight into the sky from its forehead.

However, the crimson eyes that followed his gaze were like flowing lava, burning away the doubts that had just arisen in Gisildra. The restrained aura was like the dormant energy before a volcanic eruption, ready to burst forth and incinerate everything.

A red dragon! It's actually a red dragon?!

Gisildra couldn't understand how she could have encountered this tyrant who ruled over fire in the frigid North.

Facing the five-colored dragon clan leader, whose physique seemed to surpass his own, even on home turf, the white dragon still felt uneasy, and his momentum immediately weakened by three points.

The fact that Gisildra could grow to adulthood in the godforsaken place of the Spine of the World wasn't just due to primal instincts.

The ordinary white dragon is tyrannical with a touch of cunning, while she is cunning with a touch of tyranny.

Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately ordered his subordinates to step forward, while he himself seemed to calmly step back, intending to protect his men in front of him.

The ice trolls, who were cleaning up the battlefield and preparing to return to their lair for a feast, were suddenly given a great mission: to face a being even more powerful, majestic, and terrifying than their master.

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