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But Thor didn't have time to waste his energy on these fools; he always felt that the appearance of this True Ice was strange.

Although the environment here is cold, it is far from being able to nurture such a rare ice treasure. Moreover, why would those glacier dwarves leave this precious ice here instead of trying to hide it?

Unfortunately, he had too little information to figure it out for the time being.

Just then, under the command of the dragonborn, the orcs began to vigorously chisel away at the huge block of ice, intending to extract the True Ice inside.

As the crisp sound of impact rang out, chunks of dark blue ice shards flew everywhere, and a dense chill spread outwards, even condensing into a hazy white mist in the air.

Thor, who was already feeling somewhat unwell, couldn't take it anymore and quickly took a few steps back.

The orcs responsible for breaking the ice could only last for a dozen seconds before they could no longer hold on. Even though they were wrapped in thick fur cloaks, they were still shivering from the cold.

The extreme low temperature traveled through their tools and into their hands. Some of the orcs who hadn't protected their hands had their palms frozen directly to their weapons.

"No, it's too cold, I can't stand it!"

"I've lost all feeling in my hands."

The orcs who were chiseling ice scattered in a flash, and no one dared to step forward again.

Is this why the Glacier Dwarves didn't take this piece of True Ice with them?

One of the dragonborn nodded thoughtfully, while the blue dragonflights grew increasingly restless.

"Useless thing, can't even dig a block of ice properly!"

"Useless! All of you are useless!"

But the next second, their gazes suddenly shifted and fell on the red and white dragons among the young dragons.

If we use the red dragon's breath, can we melt these ice blocks? And if we add the white dragon's innate immunity to ice, can we ignore the cold emanating from the True Ice?

However, when met with Thor's indifferent gaze, they shook their heads and instead glared fiercely at the white dragon hatchlings, roaring.

"You bunch of clueless idiots, didn't you like sticking to the ice? Now go and dig it out for me!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding white dragons were instantly enraged. After raging for a while, they had no choice but to obediently surround the huge block of ice, swing their ice axe-like claws, and dig with all their might.

As expected of true dragons who live in extremely cold regions year-round, they were completely unaffected by the cold. They even bit into the ice as they dug, swallowing all the ice fragments they dug up—these ice blocks, rich in ice elements, were also a great tonic for the white dragons.

The ice block, five meters in diameter, began to shrink little by little, especially the base connected to the ground, which quickly formed a cone shape under the claws and bites of the white dragon cub.

Not long after, with a crisp cracking sound, the ice block suddenly fell to the ground.

Seeing that the True Ice had separated from the ground, the blue dragon hatchlings immediately surrounded it again, waving their claws to scare away the surrounding white dragon hatchlings, and began to discuss how to transport the True Ice out.

Several white dragon cubs silently retreated to the spot where Zhenbing had stood and began to nibble on the remaining ice.

Thor watched the farce unfold with an air of indifference. But as the crisp "crackling" sounds continued, after a while, the scales on his brow suddenly furrowed—a pale blue subtitle floated past his line of sight, indicating "Mental Essence +0.05".

Was this malevolent malice emanating from some young dragon or orc? Thor looked around but found nothing.

Immediately afterward, another notification of increased essence fragments floated by, followed by a second, a third, a fourth... until finally, the notifications were densely packed, appearing before my eyes like a blue fountain.

The bizarre sight startled Thor, causing his scales to stand on end and his head to be raised high as he looked around furtively.

The blue dragon whelps and orcs were busy packing their spoils, while the black and green dragon whelps, like himself, stood by indifferently.

The white dragon cubs had already burrowed underground, and only their tails could be seen swaying on the ground.

Wait! It burrowed underground?

Thor's gaze suddenly sharpened as he looked directly in the direction of the white dragon hatchlings. He saw that the small half of the base left by the ice block encasing the True Ice had been completely hollowed out, but the white dragon hatchlings were still digging downwards.

How could the ice block encasing Zhenbing connect to the underground? Or was it originally a cavity that was simply blocked by Zhenbing?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Thor immediately turned around and sprinted toward the entrance.

The constant barrage of fragmented essence notifications indicated that a large number of creatures were unleashing intense malice upon him, yet everything around him appeared normal. The only thing that seemed amiss was the area where the young white dragons were digging.

The next second, Thor heard a series of "crackling" sounds, like the sound of ice cracking in a frozen lake in early spring.

A large amount of grayish-white mist surged out from where the white dragon cub had dug, and the dense negative energy brought a chill that was different from the cold air. There were also hideous ghostly figures floating in the mist.

Chapter Sixty: Ghosts

"It's a ghost! How could a ghost appear in this place?"

"Damn it, there are just too many of them!"

"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"

A vast array of translucent, grotesque phantoms surged forth from the ground, interspersed with some ghosts that appeared even more solid.

Individually, they are not particularly strong. As long as you know how to counter them and make sufficient preparations, an average, strong adult can defeat them.

But once the quantity increases, quantitative change will instantly lead to qualitative change.

A barrage of negative emotions continued to assault the spirits of the surrounding young dragons and their retinues. The incorporeal ghosts possessed the ability to drain life force; a single touch could drain the stamina and life force of any creature.

A half-orc was unfortunately surrounded by a large group of ghosts. Grayish-white shadows, like schools of fish, swept through his body. His once tall and strong body quickly withered, his elastic skin became dry and wrinkled, and he lay on the ground, gradually losing his breath.

In contrast, the young dragons fared much better. Their innate magic resistance, coupled with abundant magical power within them, meant that even if they were accidentally touched by a ghost, they would not suffer any serious harm in the short term.

Even the white dragon hatchlings that faced the first wave of impact all survived.

Some of the clever young dragons had already realized what was happening and took off running back the way they came.

However, some dim-witted individuals, unwilling to part with the precious ice and treasure on the ground, actually decided to fight those ghosts to the death.

A young blue dragon angrily spread its wings and unleashed a dazzling breath at the approaching ghosts.

Boom!!

A blinding flash of lightning struck, and more than a dozen ghostly phantoms were instantly shattered, turning into gray-white particles that dissipated into the air.

In the blink of an eye, several times more ghosts than before surged in from all directions, surrounding them in layers.

They were like spider silk or moths drawn to a flame. Even as they were repeatedly shattered by the young blue dragon, they continued to rush forward until they completely overwhelmed him.

Thor glanced back briefly and discovered that his two blood relatives were cleverly following behind him.

It seems that my usual teaching has worked. Through scolding and beating, I have successfully helped them get rid of the arrogance and mania in Honglong's bones.

He didn't know how many people would survive this time. Just from the glance he had just made, the number of orcs had already been reduced by half.

The young dragons fared better; thanks to their innate magic resistance, most of them could break through the ghosts' attacks as long as they didn't linger in battle.

Once we crawl out of the mine we came from and return to the entrance of the Great Rift, we can reunite with the young blue dragon, and then we should be safe.

Looking at the ghosts that he had left far behind, Thor felt a little more at ease and secretly rejoiced at his own caution.

He kept running forward, but after more than ten minutes, his expression became increasingly serious, and he finally stopped completely.

Have I seen that rock before?

True dragons generally have excellent memories and can clearly remember the location of every gold coin in their treasure, so they absolutely do not believe that they could be wrong.

In other words, I had been going around in circles the whole time.

Was this caused by magic? Was it a maze-like illusion? Or a labyrinth technique?

"Damn it! Looks like we can't escape this time. I just hope they're just some ordinary ghosts and not some terrifying thing."

Two crimson figures appeared in the distance. Sistana and Calp, like dogs being chased, led a large group of ghosts towards them.

Realizing he couldn't escape, Thor immediately focused his mind on the giant spinning wheel in his head, and in the next instant, two pieces of burning coal appeared out of thin air in front of him.

Since fire is scarce in the environment, we can use fuel instead.

Thor grabbed two pieces of black coal and began to devour them with his gaping maw.

By the time Sistana and Kalp reached him, he had already swallowed the two pieces of burning coals whole, his chest and abdomen bulging high, and he suddenly vomited them forward.

The billowing flames surged forward, their orange-red hue tinged with scorching white, sweeping across a vast area like a high-pressure flamethrower.

As a low-level undead creature of the ghost type, ghosts are immune to physical attacks to a certain extent, but they are afraid of light, fire, and electricity. The negative energy and spirit that make up their bodies are not stable enough, and they will dissipate on their own when subjected to a slightly stronger impact.

Dozens or even hundreds of ghosts were engulfed by the raging flames, melting away as quickly as snowflakes under the scorching sun.

The soul particles that should have returned to the River Styx suddenly veered in mid-air and flew towards Thor, as if captured by some force.

Spiritual Essence Fragment +0.5.

Spiritual Essence Fragment +0.5.

Spiritual Essence Fragment +0.5.

……

A flood of blue text began to appear, and for every ghost that died, Thor would gain 0.5 essence.

At the moment of death, an undead creature experiences a burst of extreme emotions, which, along with its shattered soul, are absorbed by the giant wheel in its mind.

This made him suddenly realize that perhaps the reason why the creatures he had killed before provided so many fragments of spiritual energy when they died was because they also contained some fragments of their souls.

Won't doing this incur the wrath of the gods? You know, the most universally accepted currency in this world is the soul.

Those with faith will go to the realm of gods after death, while those without faith will fall into the River Styx and be under the jurisdiction of the god of death.

Now that he's taken a cut out of the middle for no reason, I wonder if it will attract attention.

But then he realized that he wasn't the only one in this world who could steal souls. Demons, devils, necromancers, sorcerers... any evil creature that hadn't manipulated souls would be embarrassed to even open its mouth.

If they can take it, why can't I?

The overwhelming specters before Thor suddenly changed in his eyes, becoming gleaming spiritual essence.

Since there's no way to escape now, let's make a big scene first and deal with everything else later, let's just grab the essence first.

Another pillar of orange-red fire spewed from Thor's mouth, tearing a huge hole in the swarm of flying ghosts with the force of a plow sweeping across the land.

Feeling the gradually waning firepower within him, he tapped the giant wheel in his mind once more, and a large chunk of black coal and a bottle of strong liquor painted with a fire dragon landed simultaneously on his claws.

With a sip of strong liquor and a sip of coal, he continuously spewed out billowing flames while eating, creating a small sea of ​​fire around himself.

"Burn! Burn! Burn! I'll burn you all to ashes! Hehahaha!!"

Chapter Sixty-One: Another Draw

The red dragon's breath is probably the most suitable among the five colored dragons for dealing with these ghosts.

After all, their ethereal bodies are immune to acids and toxins to some extent, and while the penetrating power of lightning breath is strong, it is not as wide as the range of flames.

With the help of burning coals and high-proof liquor, Thor completely transformed into a dragon-shaped flamethrower, roaring wildly as he recklessly unleashed a torrent of flames.

One by one, the ghosts dissipated under the scorching flames, and their screams before they died sounded so melodious to him.

These are all the best of the best. There might be some dangerous situations later, but the gains we've made right now are real and tangible.

In the blink of an eye, his spiritual essence balance climbed from a few single digits to over 100 points.

He should have had more, but to make up for the loss of magic power in his body, he had already exchanged some of it for burning coal, dragon crystals, and strong liquor.

At first, the dragon breath he exhaled was a mixture of his internal magic and the heat released after digesting those substances. Later, it simply turned into him spitting out burning coal dust and alcohol.

These objects continued to burn after they fell to the ground, and the rising flames illuminated the space within a radius of dozens of meters in a fiery red.

The scorching flames licked the scales of the three red dragon hatchlings, causing their body temperature to rise continuously. This did not cause any harm; instead, it created a unique form of protection.

The scalding hot dragon blood was also quite lethal to the ghosts. So much so that when the ghosts touched Thor and his companions, it was like touching molten lava. Before they could even activate their life drain, their limbs would begin to disintegrate.

If it were only these ghosts, mixed with a small number of spirits, even if there were many of them, it seemed that they would not be able to cause any effective damage to Thor and his companions.

However, in the shallow pit dug by the young white dragon, after the presence of the True Ice was lost, the elemental energy in the remaining ice below was rapidly dissipating.

A series of crisp impacts suddenly rang out, growing louder and more frequent, and soon turning into a deafening clang like metal clashing.

The ice shards on the surface of the ice layer began to throb slightly, indicating that something was violently impacting it from below.

Before long, the ice could no longer hold on and suddenly shattered with a crisp cracking sound, revealing a ferocious bone claw emerging from below.

Several skeleton knights, leading a large number of skeleton soldiers, crawled out from underground. Although they were slower than ghosts, they were just as strong.

Within their pale or withered skulls, two will-o'-the-wisps glowed. Clad in tattered armor and wielding rusted weapons, they clattered underfoot as they charged straight toward the dazzling flames in the distance.