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Chapter 132: Why are there still deathrattle skills?
Fierce ice magic erupted one after another, and the northern warriors suffered heavy casualties wherever the cold wave swept through.

Wang Xi's "Snow King" is already a blue two-star weapon. With the addition of the "Bangbangtang" imprint and the "Winter Meditation Method", even the most basic ice blades and ice arrows have considerable power.

Moreover, these northerners were not wearing any armor.

They were clad only in rough animal hides, relying solely on their beast-like physiques and honed combat skills to fight and conquer. While shamanic magic could ignite ferocity and dispel fear, it could not make flesh and blood invulnerable to weapons.

As snow poured down, the berserkers were instantly riddled with bullets and fell bloodied.

Among them, only a few Northern Warriors who had reached the four-star elite level were still alive and covered in blood, roaring to the sky and throwing their axes at the black-cloaked youth in mid-air.

Wang Xi stood suspended in mid-air on the ice mirror, eight or nine meters above the ground. With a casual swing of his broadsword, he easily deflected the flying axe, whose momentum had waned.

Several more arrows came from behind, but before they could get close, they were quietly deflected by the wind elements flowing on his cloak, without even touching a single hair on his head.

Anyone who frequently flies bombers knows that air-to-ground attacks are, in most cases, akin to a dimensional reduction in attack power.

A bunch of barbarians want to fight against the noble mage?

They should just wait to die!
Seeing that more than half of the elite troops in the north had been killed or wounded, the group of leaders could no longer stand still. They clenched their fists, roared orders, and mumbled a lot of gibberish.

Immediately afterwards, the group of shamans turned their gazes toward Wang Xi and raised their hands toward him in unison.

slam-la-

A burst of azure blue icy mist suddenly spewed from the mouths of these female shamans, gathering into a cold current that swept across the sky.

Wang Xi was startled at first, then laughed.

Using "ice magic" to deal with a cold and aloof male wizard?
It’s like showing off your sword in front of Guan Gong!
He raised his hand and waved it.

——"Ice Mirror"

A tall, oval-shaped, and shiny ice crystal barrier instantly solidified in front of him.

The cold front swept through, like waves crashing against rocks, but was diverted and slid away—Wang Xi, standing behind, was unharmed.

"Ice Mirror" is a defensive magic with high magic resistance, and it is very effective against elemental magic, especially ice magic.

Wang Xi was not to be outdone, and continued to throw ice blades and ice arrows at the group of shamans, hurling them at them all at once.

However, the shamans resorted to their old tricks and joined forces to create an ice wall, blocking the ice magic that fell from the sky.

Now it's like a turn-based game.

The two sides went back and forth, but neither could gain the upper hand.

'These shamans also have high resistance to ice elementals; ice blades and ice arrows alone cannot kill them.'

Wang Xi said secretly.

Then he noticed that the old woman at the very back of the shaman's group suddenly knelt down with a thud, her head bowed and muttering to herself, with strong magical energy emanating from her body.

Is this the start of spellcasting?!
The old woman was no ordinary person; the title above her head read "Chief Shaman of the North," a five-star elite—on par with Wang Xi and the Lord of the Magic Forest at this stage.

Wang Xi could tell at a glance that she was holding back something big.

This doesn't work.

He made a quick decision, raised his hand and clenched his fist, and a ball of ice and snow rapidly condensed in the surging magic.

Immediately, he swung his hand sharply at the old woman.

—"Frosty Beak"!
Wang Xi also unleashed his ultimate skill, but the casting animation was much faster!

The thick, spiraling ice spear shot out with a whoosh, traversing diagonally for over ten meters from top to bottom, striking the ice wall squarely.

The power of the Spiral Ice Spear lies in its penetrating force. With a muffled thud, a large hole was pierced through the nearly half-meter-thick ice wall.

Amidst the flying ice shards, the ice spear, undeterred, thrust straight at the kneeling old woman—

At this point, it was too late to dodge.

But she showed no sign of flinching, remaining kneeling on the ground, muttering incantations.

The shamans around her seemed to have gone mad, their faces contorted in a ferocious grimace, as they rushed towards the old woman, using their bodies as shields to block the bullets from her.

*Pfft! Sizzle sizzle sizzle!*

The spiraling ice spear pierced through the bodies of several shamans in one strike, then suddenly stopped in front of the old woman—less than a foot away from her wrinkled, emotionless face.

The old woman remained unmoved as her companion died before her eyes. Only the strange sounds she uttered grew louder, and the magic emanating from her surged ever stronger.

'That's really weird.'

A thought flashed through Wang Xi's mind.

At the same time, he realized something was wrong; the old woman was probably about to finish her ultimate move. A strong sense of danger welled up inside him, and goosebumps rose on his skin.

Wang Xi originally intended to use "ice spike blast," but the shamans who had blocked the bullets must have done something before they died, because their bodies instantly turned into exceptionally hard ice sculptures, forming a "wall of corpses" that firmly protected the old woman.

This will greatly reduce the effectiveness of "Ice Spike Blast".

Without hesitation, Wang Xi decisively pulled out his trump card, "Chekhov's Gun," and poured half of his magic power into the black revolver in one go. He then aimed it at the old woman and pulled the trigger.

In my mind, Dr. Anton's voice echoed:
"The trajectory of the bullet is the way home, the gunshot is the death knell... With this shot, I will cure her ailment and bid her farewell to her pain forever."

bang——

The muzzle flash of the revolver was detonated.

A jet-black bullet, emanating an icy mist, spun rapidly and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

puff! !

The old woman, who was kneeling behind the "wall of corpses" and muttering to herself, suddenly lunged forward, her voice abruptly ceasing.

Her entire head exploded.

The ice shards that had instantly solidified scattered in all directions, leaving a trail of frost on the ground.

The headless corpse collapsed face down on the ground.

"The target has been killed!"

"Does it grant the ability to capture 'Masai'?"

The chief shaman was instantly killed by Wang Xi's charged shot.

A kill notification then pops up.

In addition, kill notifications for the other shamans also popped up one after another:

"The target has been killed!"

"Does it grant the ability to capture 'Pamela'?"

"..." Wang Xi exhaled a long puff of white breath, his heart giving a resounding affirmation.

Four or five dark green orbs rose up, carrying a blue orb, and flew into his brow.

This was a very successful haul!

Just as Wang Xi was feeling secretly pleased, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

My head is spinning and my vision is going black.

In the distance, distorted and swaying dark blue light spots could be seen.

'what happened? ’

Wang Xi was shocked.

Then look down again.

He was shocked to find that his whole body was burning with eerie blue flames!

'I'm famous?!'

The fire wasn't scalding; instead, it had a bone-chilling cold. Even with "Snow King" and "Winter Meditation" by his side, Wang Xi still felt cold... This wasn't a physical sensation of temperature, but rather a shivering feeling after a person is extremely weak and their body heat is rapidly depleted.

The magic power within his body involuntarily poured outwards, as if being consumed and devoured by the flames.

A word immediately popped into Wang Xi's mind:

Burn mana!

Then, another thought came to mind:
The Deathrattle ability of the trench!

The chief shaman was constantly casting spells, and he assumed from the outset that the old man was holding back a big one.

That's not wrong, but what's missing is the Deathrattle ability—it only triggers upon death.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Wang Xi felt his legs go weak and he collapsed onto the ice mirror with a thud.

He first unleashed a barrage of ice magic, then poured a large amount of magic into "Chekhov's Lance," but the remaining magic was quickly burned away by the ghostly blue flames on his body.

Click!

Immediately afterwards, he heard a crisp sound from below, revealing that the ice mirror was lacking magical support and had developed cracks.

Before Wang Xi could react.

Bang!
The ice mirror shattered.

He plummeted straight down from a height of eight or nine meters in a flash.

With his current physical strength, he wouldn't die from falling from a height of two or three stories, but since he's currently limp, injuries are inevitable.

Just as Wang Xi gritted his teeth, preparing for a head-on clash between two powerful beings, he suddenly found that his body seemed to have become lighter, like a feather slowly drifting down.

A fleeting glance.

Just then, they saw the gray-robed girl gliding quickly over on the vines, raising one hand as she cast a spell.

Godaril used Featherfall at the crucial moment to prevent him from falling and bleeding profusely.

"Gai!"

As Wang Xi landed steadily on the ground, Cinderella rushed over anxiously.

Just as he was about to approach, he spoke with difficulty:
"Don't come any closer... whatever you do, don't touch it!"

Wang Xi was unsure whether the ghostly blue flames on his body would affect Godariel, so he spoke up to warn her.

Upon hearing this, the girl stopped in her tracks, too afraid to move. She stared at the blue flames burning on the young man's body, her expression growing increasingly anxious and fearful, and she seemed at a loss for what to do.

By this time, Sophia, Bev, Pinocchio, and the others had also finished their battle and rushed over, only to be shocked by Kai's condition.

"This... must be the most insidious method of the Northern Shamans, capable of quickly burning away the enemy's magic power."

"The knowledgeable Sugar Witch said solemnly."

"In addition, once the magic is depleted, it will continue to erode the target's life force until it is burned into a dried corpse."

"?!"

Everyone was shocked.

Godalier quickly asked:

"Lady Bev, is there any solution?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know much about it."

The blonde witch in the pink dress shook her head with a solemn expression.

"But such methods are difficult to eliminate by external forces and are likely to backfire."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere became tense.

Are we just going to stand by and watch Kai be burned alive?
But Wang Xi heard it clearly.

After the ghostly blue flames have exhausted their magic power, they will continue to burn their life force...

What if the magic doesn't burn out?
'Alright! Let's see who lasts the longest!'

Wang Xi's eyes remained calm, but his heart was filled with determination.

He immediately gave Caius the following order:
'Meditation skill level up!'

"70 experience points consumed (819 remaining)"

"The card has been upgraded!"

"Winter Meditation Technique (Skill Card/Deep Blue Two-Star): 0/600"

The meditation method, which was already just one step away from star-level advancement, received a small amount of experience and instantly broke through to Deep Blue Two-Star.

This is also a measure Wang Xi took to ensure safety.

He knelt on the ground, placed his hands on his knees, lowered his head and closed his eyes, and began to meditate—with a tenfold increase in magic absorption speed, he could withstand the blue flames burning his body.

Wang Xi wanted to see whether the fire burned faster or he could inhale it faster.

His actions surprised everyone.

Only Beve and Godariel were the first to understand and see through Gai's plan—this was a unique advantage of the Icehearts, and it also became Gai's means of saving himself.

(End of this chapter)