Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 486 Strange Visitor
Lagras roared, and the frost giants unleashed their frost power, swelling even larger and their muscles taut like rocks.

In the distance, the frost trolls stood proudly atop the ice hills, resembling icebergs.

A chilling cold and a murderous intent filled the air.

However, just as the battle was about to break out, one of the frost trolls suddenly raised an arm covered in thick frost and swung it backward, emitting a low, strange guttural sound.

All the frost trolls' cold gazes swept over the frost giants who were on high alert. Their eyes lingered on Livi and Sersni for a few more moments before they turned around without hesitation, changed direction, and walked with steps that shook the earth back into the depths of the icy plains they had come from, without the slightest hesitation or lingering.

The remaining ice goblins cried out "Ork!" and after circling around a few times, they followed the frost troll's figure away like the receding tide, quickly disappearing into the vast snowstorm.

The snowfield suddenly fell silent, leaving only the howling wind and a scene of devastation.

The Frost Giants looked at each other, still in their fighting stances, unable to understand what had happened.

"They...are gone?" a young frost giant asked in confusion, slowly lowering the ice axe in his hand.

Every encounter with these frost trolls is a fight to the death; only the survivors can leave. This is the first time they have seen frost trolls retreat on their own initiative.

Lagrass frowned, his huge hands clenching the stone rod so tightly it cracked. His face didn't relax; instead, it became even more serious and anxious: "Something's wrong...something's very wrong!"

Its deep voice was filled with unease, "These frost trolls are the most greedy and stubborn predators on the ice plains. They never give up on their prey easily, unless..."

It abruptly turned towards the direction of the tribe, its enormous pupils contracting: "Unless... they have already achieved their goal!"

A terrible thought began to surface in Lagras's mind.
Without bothering to explain in detail, it let out an urgent roar at its people: "Quick! Return to the tribe immediately! Engela and the others may be in danger!"

The Frost Giants also realized what was happening, and their expressions changed drastically.

They ignored the corpses of the ice goblins on the ground, took huge strides, and began to run wildly towards the distant Frostwhisper Mountains. Every step left a deep mark on the ice plain and stirred up countless snowflakes.

“Lord Levi, I’m so sorry.” Lagras glanced at the lord. “Something has happened in our tribe. Before we deal with other matters, we need to go back and take a look.”

The lord nodded slightly, then said to Sersne, "Follow them and see."

The transformation spell was instantly canceled, and a huge black dragon appeared on the ice field. Then, with a flap of its wings, it nimbly followed the figure of the frost giant, speeding away in the sky, leaving only a straight white line in the clouds.

Looking down on the entire world of Tiridals from the sky, all you see is a vast expanse of white, with icebergs and ice fields everywhere, where various ice elemental plants grow.

Only frost giants and frost trolls, the darlings of the ice element, can make this place their home.

The Frost Giants' tribe is situated in the middle of an ice field surrounded by towering snow-capped peaks.

It was very spacious inside, with a large lake, but the lake was frozen, with only huge ice holes smashed open, from which several unidentified fish, seven or eight meters long, would occasionally jump out.

Here, the various wild trees that had been seen outside were nowhere to be found. Instead, only patches of snow resembling farmland remained, covered with neatly arranged giant stems. These stems stood upright and tall, reaching hundreds of feet in height, with graceful shapes and feathery leaves that were more than ten feet long. Within these feathery leaves grew fruits that looked like sapphires.

Clearly, these must be crops grown by the Frost Giants, but the lord, being so ignorant, is completely unable to recognize them.

The Frost Giants' tribe is not on the ice plains, but on the snow-capped mountains.

They carved out a clearing at the foot of these massive snow-capped mountains, tens of thousands of meters high, and built ancient snow houses using blocks of ice tens of meters high.

To these frost giants it was just a house, but to the lord, it felt as if he had stumbled into a land of giants. Everything here seemed to be magnified hundreds of times compared to reality, and he was just a tiny ant.

Li Wei watched in amazement.

The Frost Giants' tribe is indeed facing problems.

There were traces of air cavalry flying over their tribe's skies—you see, the frost giants' size means they are destined to be unable to fly, just like their lord, and they don't keep any flying magical beasts as pets, which proves that these must be air cavalry from outsiders.

The Frost Giants weren't fools; they clearly saw the traces of the clouds being dispersed by the Sky Cavalry and immediately sped up their journey home.

Then a burst of intense fighting sounds reached my ears.

Lord Lagras, who had lagged behind, also arrived. The frost giant chieftain was furious. The frost giants who had been rushing back to the tribe were now attacking the ice wall surrounding the tribe. And those defending the ice wall were none other than the old, weak, women, and children who had stayed behind in the tribe, as well as the young and strong frost giants.

What's most infuriating is that the frost trolls are also inside the city walls, watching all of this with amusement.

hovering above the Frost Giant tribe were magical beasts that the lord had never seen before. They had lion heads, antlers on their heads, and wings like those of a pterosaur. On their backs stood a dozen or so figures wearing purple cloaks, about the size of humans.

"Chimera?" Levi was a little unsure.

He had never seen this fairly well-known magical beast before, only a brief description of it in chivalric novels.

A group of frost giants wearing huge animal skin skirts blocked the entrance to the ice wall, roaring and venting their immense power in the most primal way. As soon as the frost giants in Ragras's party charged forward, they were immediately driven back.

The main reason is that the other side used to be their own people, but now they don't know why they are being dealt with in the opposite way, so they are somewhat hesitant to fight back.

Ragras let out a deafening roar, a voice laced with the fury of betrayal: "Why have you betrayed us and allied yourselves with the Frost Trolls? Where is my Norma Engra?"

"Chief, Engra is here!" A frost giant's urgent voice rang out, and a dozen or so frost giants, crowding around something, hurriedly squeezed out from the city wall. Lagras quickly searched, then pushed aside the huddled frost giants, and then froze.

A frost giant, clearly a boy to Lagrass, lay on the snow, his face as white as snow, barely alive. His once-imposing chest was ripped open, his heart was wounded, and his abdomen was pierced with three bloody holes. Only drops of azure blood dripped down, and his body was covered in blood, like a large blueberry, only not as round.

Several young frost giants, who knew nothing of medicine, were frantically tearing off their animal skin skirts to cover their wounds, trying to stop the loss of life.

"Obi-Slach! Who injured my Norma! What on earth happened?!" Ragras knelt down, embracing the young frost giant's head, roaring angrily, "Why did these people betray us? We went through so much hardship to find the artifacts of our father, and they colluded with those lowly servants, the frost trolls?!"

“Chief, we had just arrived at the tribe when we saw our people standing at the city wall. We thought they were there to welcome us, but as soon as we went up, one of our brothers was suddenly attacked. We also saw Engra being besieged by a group of frost trolls inside, so we rushed in and brought him out. But it was too late. He was stabbed and shot three times by these despicable servants.” A frost giant said bitterly, clutching a bloody hole in his arm.

The young frost giant then began coughing violently again, choking on large mouthfuls of blood.

An ordinary person would have died long ago from such injuries, but the frost giant's physique was so strong that it managed to stay alive.

However, although the young frost giant was physically powerful, the sharp blade had still injured his heart, and he would surely die if he did not receive timely treatment.

Lagrass obviously knew this, but none of the frost giants knew healing spells, and even the healing herbs were all in the tribe, so it was clear that they couldn't get in anytime soon.

So it visibly panicked, appearing somewhat lonely and helpless.

"Idiot, is your ice magic just for show? Just freeze this kid and heal him later, isn't that the same thing?"

A voice filled with disappointment and frustration came from behind.

Lagras turned around and saw that it was the lord. He slapped his forehead and said, "I was so anxious that I lost my temper."

As a legendary powerhouse, its understanding of ice elemental magic was clearly far superior to that of the lord, an amateur. It naturally knew that freezing life with ice could be like stopping time, halting the flow of life, and restoring normalcy once the ice was removed.

However, just as it was about to use its spell, the lord scolded it again.

"I'm already on your face, what's the point of freezing me? Do you think I, the strongest Holy Temple in the world, am not here? Let me take care of it all in one go." The lord jumped onto the chest of the frost giant boy, and without further explanation, cast a Holy Light Healing spell on him.

If an ordinary paladin were to cast a healing spell against this mountain-sized frost giant, their holy light would likely be completely drained, and the healing effect wouldn't even be as fast as the giant recovering on its own.

However, the lord was famous for his abundant holy light. Under the continuous flow of holy light, the frost giant boy was quickly filled with it. He groaned twice, his whole body filled with the power of holy light, and the wounds on his chest and abdomen were visibly healing.

Sometimes, the lord thinks that Templars are actually pretty good, except they can't fly. They have high defense, high health, high attack, can heal and deal damage, and can occasionally cast a buff spell.

Damn, how come I never realized before that the Templar is such a versatile class? But the inability to fly is a perpetual pain for the Lord.

"Engra!" Ragras called out softly, looking at the frost giant boy in his arms who had mostly recovered.

"Father," Engela managed to call out, then closed his eyes again. He hadn't died; he was just lying down to rest. The lord had only used a healing spell, not a spell to restore his strength.

The opponent had already gone through a battle and was almost exhausted. Now that they relaxed, they naturally couldn't hold on any longer.

Lagrass gently placed the other person on the soft snow, then looked at the lord with a rare hint of complexity in his eyes.

Frankly speaking, even without the other party, I could freeze Engra with ice elemental magic and then heal her afterwards, but no one can predict the future, so it is extremely important that the other party is able to lend a helping hand at this time.

“Say thank you,” the lord said abruptly.

Lagrass clearly didn't understand the lord's humor and was about to speak.

He was interrupted by the lord.

"Ragras, isn't this the home your father left you? How come there are still frost trolls here?" The lord raised an eyebrow.

He wasn't blind; he could naturally see that those frost trolls were formidable opponents, their strength no less than that of the frost giants. If they were weak, they wouldn't have been treated with such seriousness.
"...These frost trolls are natives of the world of Tiridates," Ragras said in a low voice after a brief pause.

"Interesting. I thought you were the victims, but it turns out you're the invaders." The lord couldn't help but laugh.

Lagrass seemed to have been touched on a sore spot, but his eyes darkened slightly: "The Father God created this world. Although these frost trolls have existed here from the beginning, we are also descendants of the Father God and have the right to live here."

"Although we frost giants are known as evil creatures, we also know how to cultivate and hunt. All intelligent beings are changed by the power of time. The glory of the giants is long gone. So many superior giants did not rule the material world back then, let alone now that only a few frost giants like us are left?"

"We just want to live a peaceful life here now, and we don't want to fight to the death with anyone anymore. But these frost trolls are nothing but bandits and hyenas. They have been trying to take us frost giants as their servants in the world of Tiridium."

"If it weren't for the elemental tides, how could it be..."

Lagrass stopped there.

"Anyway, my only concern is whether the world of Tiridates belongs to me. I thought the world of Tiridates was under the control of you frost giants, but I didn't expect there to be a group of frost trolls as well." The lord chuckled.

"The world of Tiridates does not belong to these frost trolls. It was created by the Father God. These beings without the Father God's bloodline are merely servants, stewards of the world of Tiridates! According to your human bloodline inheritance, the world of Tiridates should belong to us frost giants!" Ragras said, enunciating each word clearly.

And the lord finally understood why the frost trolls and frost giants were such bitter enemies.

(End of this chapter)