The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1248

Even without Allen's intervention, the outcome of the battle at the summit of Dongling Volcano was already predetermined.

With his addition, the time it would normally take at least half a day or even several days to deal with the powerful demon has now been reduced to just one spell hour.

The two saints stood in the crater of the volcano, with not only the original ruins of the castle at their feet, but also dozens of mangled corpses of varying sizes.

The hundreds of servants of demons, frost trolls, and other races who served Horag tried to remain calm as they cleaned up the battlefield after the fierce battle, unable to understand why their master would commit such a rebellious act.

Now, almost all the lords on the eastern border have been wiped out and killed here. When Koschitch, the ruler of the frost giants in the heart of the ice plains, learns of this, the native inhabitants of the Eastern Ridge will surely suffer annihilation.

Perhaps even their newly promoted frost giant lord will not be spared.

Allen glanced toward Herag, who immediately knew it was time to make his next move. He suddenly raised his battle axe again, but this time the axe blade was aimed at the group of servants around them who, while not necessarily loyal, were at least still fulfilling their duties.

"Sir, spare my life..."

"what!!!!"

Once again, a bloody battle erupted on the battlefield. Not only were the lowly servants and slaves slaughtered by Herag, but even the army under his command that supported the Lost City and guarded the castle was also suddenly attacked and massacred by him.

Only a few of Hrag's frost giant companions and his underage offspring born during those years survived.

Of course, it wasn't just those two dozen frost giants who survived; a squad of over a hundred frost trolls, dwarf goblins, and other races that also exist in Feynman's world also survived, becoming the only small armed force currently under the command of Lord Herag of the Eastern Ridge.

"Collect all the bodies!!"

"Gather and load all the treasures in my warehouse and transport them to the entrance of the mountains on the frontier, where they will wait for my return!!"

"And this blood pool, bury it and destroy it before you leave..."

With a murderous look on his face, Hrag didn't offer any further explanation, but instead issued a series of orders to the survivors on the mountaintop in a stern tone.

The frost giants and frost trolls, who had survived the ordeal, were still in shock, but they responded instinctively, nodding repeatedly and beginning to move.

The three frost giants, who were not yet adults, did not show much alarm or worry. Instead, they looked up at their father with expressions of admiration and worship, their eyes filled with excitement.

"While I'm gone, this team will be in the care of the three of you. The journey to the eastern border may not be safe, so you must..."

Seeing the expressions on his three bloodline offspring's faces, Hrag's expression softened slightly, and then he spoke to them with a tone of concern and respect, giving them a few words of advice.

The reason Hrag was able to persevere through those dreary years was likely largely due to his three heirs who bore his bloodline. Even when he was persuaded to submit to Allen, there was probably an element of concern for their future. Hrag didn't want his children to become invisible prisoners of this barren, frigid land from the moment they were born, unaware of the prosperity, excitement, beauty, and vibrancy of the material world, ultimately being used as pawns by the Koschitchurch, their souls eternally enslaved by the abyss.

"Let's go, we still have important things to do!!"

However, some people couldn't stand it. As Allen's cold and authoritative voice rang out, he soared into the sky, creating a fierce gust of wind, and sped down the mountain.

"Wait for me to come back, and I'll take you to a world full of life!!"

After saying those words, Herag turned and chased after Allen, leaving behind a scene of chaos and wreckage.

The two saints raced along and soon joined forces with a troll army from the Rotting Throat, which had already begun fighting. They then plunged into the battle among the scattered legendary and higher-level warriors.

The eastern frontier, which had not experienced such chaos and turmoil in a long time, saw the territories of seven lords completely wiped out and countless manors and towns reduced to ashes in just over half a month. By the time this news reached the ears of Koschitch, the King of Wrath and ruler of the Icefield, more than a month had already passed.

Enraged by thunder, the King of Wrath immediately ordered an elite force, which had been preparing for war for many years, to advance swiftly eastward and attack the rebellious territory.

However, what greeted them was nothing but the utterly destroyed ruins of the town and manor and a few wisps of smoke; no other living creature appeared before them, not even a tiny worm.

If it weren't for the scattered bloodstains and broken bones remaining in the ruins as evidence, General Sebas, the frost giant who led the army to quell the rebellion, would have had the illusion that there had never been any living creatures in the towns on the entire eastern border, and that everything he had seen and heard in the past seemed to be just a false dream, a very strange situation.

Continuing eastward, until reaching the summit of the Dongling volcano at the very edge, the frost giant general Sebastian's eyes gleamed with intense killing intent as he gazed upon the broken walls and the lifeless, dried-up blood pools.

"We shouldn't have left Vorosk as a potential threat in the first place, and we definitely shouldn't have placed Hlag, who was close to him, here!!!"

Based on the scattered intelligence gathered, Sebas and his group had roughly determined the source of this rebellion. It was precisely because they knew the identities of the rebels that Sebas was filled with resentment, as he had initially been the one to strongly advocate for the complete eradication of the Frost Troll rebels led by Volok, to prevent future troubles.

"It's not too late to take us down now, Sebastian!!"

Just as the Frost Giant General Sebas was speaking viciously to himself, a hoarse voice suddenly floated in the air, responding to the Frost Giant General who had become completely demonized.

call! ! !
Upon hearing this sudden, loud, and ethereal sound, Sebastian and his seven or eight subordinate commanders, who were also standing atop the volcano, immediately flew into the sky on high alert, simultaneously unleashing their vast and terrifying mental energy fields to search for the source of the sound.

boom! ! ! !

At the massive Flaming Pass, the lava that had been gradually dimming burst forth with dazzling light, and a powerful orange-red flame surged straight into the sky, then transformed into a tough and stable barrier, once again sealing off this mountain that was neither too big nor too small.

Also trapped inside were the powerful Saint-level peak Frost Giant General Sebas, and the eight demon commanders at least demigods standing with him on the mountaintop.

The 100,000 demon legion soldiers who were resting and on guard at the foot of the mountain reacted quickly as the magic of the Enchanted Lock erupted, forming ranks and raising their weapons to guard against any enemies that might appear at any moment.